"Tracy thinks Peter's gay, and that he has a terrible crush on you." No kidding. It's a shame it's not Tracy. She's a cutie, even if she is related. I... she had a crush on me, our marriage would be in trouble."Jan nudged me with an elbow as Tracy came out of the bathroom, pushing the auburn curls back from her face."Shoot, Tracy, I'm sorry." 'S'okay," she smiled. "At least somebody still wants me." Tracy is staying with us until Peter gets straightened out."I sighed. "Okay, sure. Listen, Tracy,. “What?” he said. He was a little disoriented. He feltslightly dizzy, but most of all, he was confused by theroom and the girl, and something else that he couldn’tput his finger on. Then he realized what it was. He wasnaked.He scooted back from the little girl and put his handsand legs together to cover his genitals. How did he gethere? What was happening?The little girl stood and watched him slide away fromher. She asked him again, “Are you Mr. Marshall. As I rubbed her she had her hand on my cock.Putting my hands in the waistband of her pants she lifted her bum and I pulled them down, she had light green knickers on, as I rubbed her crack through them she began to groan again. After a couple of minutes I stood up in front of her and she pulled my pants down, freeing my hard cock, in front of her I told her to lick it.She licked me a little, obviously in a fashion, as I sat back down I slipped my finger under the elastic of her panties and was. Well done my action hero.’ * * * It was Friday night so Carson, still in uniform, went into Stella’s Bar as usual. The premises were usually well lit, showing up beer stains, spittle blobs and cockroaches. And then action hero clicked into gear and accelerated as he’d been trained to do, his focus narrow-vision and drawing out his weapon, in this case his baton. Stella was at the till being robbed. Carson completed his charge, whacking the knife-wielding guy over his head and he dropped like a.