Controlling it first touch, the goalkeeper came out to smother the ball. We were on for a terrific collision; I chipped the ball, brought my legs in,...and leapt.Traversing the keeper intact, I made good contact with the ground. Still wayward of goal, my tormentor, that ball, needed just one more touch, nothing too rash, just a tap.Pulling up to stop, it bobbled over the line: three-two. I savoured my first hat trick in silence huffing for air, fifteenth goal of the season, and finally in. ..” Rhonda was staring after the waitress. She looked back at Janet. “What’s going on?” she complained.Janet was staring at the paper. She knew this man. She knew his mother, actually. His mother was a war baby mother. Janet had sat with them at town celebrations before. As a divorced woman, she was welcome in that group. She could think of several of his sisters, but had only a vague impression of his looks. She thought of him as being very young, though.“Janet?” complained Rhonda. “What about. I was waiting for the first car to come in from patrol. My pay started when I checked in on the radio. I could not do any work until then. One of the early people from the morning tour came in and I took his car and checked on duty.I pulled the car into the park and removed my metal briefcase from the trunk. I used a picnic table to write my report on the prisoner escort detail. It was a simple account of the facts as we experienced them. I downplayed the DA coercion and the conversation we had. I welcomed her to my flat and locked the door from inside. with out any delay i went near her and gave a hug from back and gave a kiss on her neck. she said dont be hurry be clam.We faced each other n i started our lip lock. we exchanged our saliva and kissed so deeply in full passionate way. when i removed her burkha i was surprised seeing her in jeans and t shirt. i removed her t-shirt and started sucking her boobs over black bra. i remove her pant too. now she is only on bra n panty. wow i.