To be honest, I got so tired of tellin’ the same dang story that I figured I’d put it to paper. Yet, no matter, even when I handed them my story t... read, I still ended up tellin’ the story anyway. They don’t want to read the story, they want me to tell them the story. It’s not the same, when they read the story, I guess, maybe ’cause most folks ’round here don’t read so good and/or don’t like to read. Besides, I left out some of the good parts, when I wrote it. Writin’ doesn’t come as nat’ral. Some of the old strips were still useful ... she had excellent documents. Fly to a strip ... park the plane off on a hardstand ... set the watch and introduce herself as a reporter ... covering the war. David went with her ... cameraman ... it helped the disguise and confusion. There was confusion ... no one told the commanders there was an American woman coming.As soon as she could she left the officers and found enlisted men who weren't at all shy about telling the real story ... a few were. Like Jenks had said, I was supposed to forget about the murder. The police would take care of the matter. It was an intriguing thought.The police could be out in the rain, doing their best. I could be in bed with Honey, snuggled up against her bareness. Or wrapped up in the warmth of her heat and her blanket. And I would also be doing my best.But there was always a day after tomorrow; and then I'd think back about everything, and I wouldn't be happy with myself. Reluctantly I pulled my hand out. Lisa relaxes as Ben licks and sucks her vulva inner lip, rimming around in both directions. He likes to move in-between the lips, moving up to her protective clit hood teasing her button while it engorges out of its protection. His lip gently squeezes and gently suckles her enlarging love button before he retreats down and repeats the process. She begins gripping, pulling, on the bed sheets as sounds of seductive satisfaction emanate from her as her hips and pelvis press upward towards his warm.