The well-dressed man eyed her car dubiously. "Would it be better if we took my car?" he asked.Judy studied him. His wavy red hair was meticulously arr...nged. He was a big, strapping Irishman, or at least Irish- looking, with fair skin and freckles and blue eyes. His lightweight suit was beautifully and expensively tailored, the shirt and tie color coordinated. Definitely an impressive man."Okay," he agreed, opening the door. It let out a groan of protest."Just look out for that broken spring,". This disease turned out to be a particularly virulent form of pneumonia. The doctor prescribed a combination antibiotic, but it did not seem to work. Andrea started going downhill fast. George and Mary disappeared from the house and were back before nightfall. They had with them a basket full of flowers they had collected from the woods and told me to cook them up in a soup immediately and start feeding the soup to Andrea. I didn't know what to make of it but Andrea seemed to be getting worse. Especially for a whore who had given birth. So I said those words to her, whispering in her ear, and asked her, “what could be better? You are a bundle of pleasures for man or woman or both.” She shivered at the words plus the feelings they carried, and maybe she shed a tear.Well, my words had the advantage of being true. I could not understand why her baby-daddy let her go.Normally rear entry is passive for the woman, but Resha put effort, both inside and out, into fucking me back. She had a. “Squad Alpha take the rear and remember there are hostages here.”Her voice was laced with authority and I pined to have her giving me orders of a more relaxing kind when the lights went down low in my humble abode.The operation went like clockwork and I don’t mean Orange.With the perps in jail and the whole blackmail scheme looking like Swiss cheese to a constipated ex-cop, Three-finger and I got ready to hit the road and call it a day before we got into trouble for something we couldn’t talk.