Ab was looking at his life as a free man. The first year out of the army, he had lived in a hut, spent almost all his saved-up army pay, and worked ha...der than he had when Massa Dawes was driving him.His second year, he had bought Martha, his mule. That had allowed him to plant more, but the money hadn’t come in until the end of the year. He had still worked hard and lived in a hut, but the reward at the end had been real.His third year, he had bought himself a cabin and bought Martha a stable.. Plain as God damn, fuckin day." Naked you say. Ummm. When did you see this?" Two nights ago." What the fuck you doin' out there on Three Mile Road in the first place, Bones?" I had to run some stuff from the store out to old man Jones. He lives four more miles out on that road. I was on my way back into town when I saw her." Well, Bones, I just fuckin don't believe you. That place is an abandoned junk heap. Haunted, if you believe stories like the one you just told. I'll tell you what, I dare. If my cock could’ve gotten harder it would. This was so sexy, watching her like this.Slowly, ever so slowly, her middle finger disappeared inside her asshole. I pulled back mostly out to watch as she sank it deeper. When she got passed the last knuckle, I rammed forward into her sex.“90 seconds,” I warned. I had no fucking idea how much time had passed, I wasn’t actually timing her. I felt her finger inside her ass on my cock as it went by. She forced in another finger and worked it around. You'll be safe there. It's quiet, and off the beaten path."Is your business here soon to be completed? I would be much happier getting you out of here."Mr. Bell gave me a look, and I left it to him."Jack, I just got off the phone with Judge Jones. The intelligence your people gathered a few days ago has blossomed into something no one ever suspected. I am sure Judge Jones has his own briefing to give you, but here is mine: most federal investigations against organized crime move from the street.