.." As he felt her hand rest on his leg she said, "Mr. Grainger, it's fine! It's really delicious!" "Rick." He said, aware that her hand was inches fr...m his growing manhood. "Call me Rick, Mister just sounds so formal!" "Ok, Rick it is! Thanks for fixing the pool pump, it is much quieter now." "Like I said, anytime, I'd be glad to help anytime, I know your dad is away on business much of the time." "Yes." Rick felt Dana's legs stretch as she said this, but her one hand on his leg remained in. I couldn’t help but grin in reply.“Houma’s in Terrebonne Parish, right on the oil patch,” he said, picking up the thread of our earlier conversation. “About an hour southwest of New Orleans.”“Paul’s from Atlanta,” Trip said.“Sandy Springs, actually,” I said. “But it’s a suburb of Atlanta.”“Ah, cool,” Luke said. “A couple of suburban big-city boys here in little ol’ Knoxville.”“Yep,” Trip said. Then he pulled out a chair and gestured to it. “Have a seat, Paul.”When I did, he flopped onto his. Jill slipped into her dress that had a plunging neckline to just below her ample breasts, providing the display of an ample exposure of the sides of each of her beautiful tits, a very sexy exhibition of cleavage and the full skirt resting about 4 inches above her knees. She ambled into the living room area, becoming a little more comfortable with her little toy. She was happy to find that she still had about half of her martini left as she took a seat to relax and await Dave. About ten minutes. This was supposed to be the career wind down to coast into retirement but it was the most frustrating of all.His squad of two uniformed cops, misfits who for one reason or another walked the fine line between suspension and termination, were responsible for complaints that bordered between the bizarre or had no evidence of a crime but needed some resolution. The majority of these were easy, a man calls about aliens listening to his phone conversations, and 8 out of 10 times Lansing determined.