“I brought a couple of students who want to write professionally. I thought we could exchange information.”“That is fair enough,” Alison agree.... “Do we get to go first?”“That is fair,” he said.“Professor Moorehouse, this is Chief Rogers,” she said as an introduction. I was very surprised that Alison hadn’t planned to do all the talking.“Professor, I assume you were Caroline Moore’s husband,” I asked.He just nodded.“So why was her name different?” I asked.“When we came here, I was the youngest. You are telling the muggers, “I can’t fight back. Mug me.”When I got to my friend’s apartment I told him what happened. “There have been a lot of crimes in that area,” my friend explained. “You probably met the description of a criminal suspect. They heard the man yelling at the woman, and investigated. When they saw you talking to him they thought you had been yelling, and were trying to pick a fight with the man.”“That makes sense,” I said.“Now I am going to take you to an emergency room to. I gladly obliged while positioning myself in front of her while she was on her back with her legs spread inviting me into her warm moist pussy. Before sliding into her I looked down at my dick noticing her creamy juices already coating my cock. After appreciating that she was just as aroused as I was I slid back into her then laid on top of her and started working back and forth into her pussy. I was in heaven listening to her wet juices talking to me while I pushed everything I had into her. “I was asleep, exhausted from the long walk at the pace Sir Valentine on his horse dictated, the night I was attacked,” fforde said. “I have no idea why there has always been this animosity between us, or what brought this to such a conclusion.”He is not aware that Valentine is his father and, as such, an embarrassment to the knight, Ferdinando realises.The boy’s testimony is given some slight question by uncertain little glances away, Ferdinando notes. An honest boy, normally no doubt, but not.