‘You’re an odd duck,’ she said, pouring. ‘Why do you say that?’ Dylan asked, opening a sugar packet. ‘You ask the oddest questions.’ ‘... don’t think my questions are odd,’ he said, smiling. ‘So, when do you get off?’ ‘See, now that’s not an odd question,’ she said. ‘But a personal one. Are you a stalker?’ She had a glimmer of a smile in her eyes. ‘Not recently.’ ‘Hum. That makes me feel better.’ She laughed and then turned when her name was called from the kitchen. ‘Gotta go. I’ll come back to. Any further conversation was moot anyway, as Sheriff Goodman’s voice came over the deputy’s radio.“The Feds with you?” the Sheriff said when Wade answered.“I’m here, Sheriff,” Whitaker said after the deputy handed her the mic.“I’ve pulled the owner of that AC place in for questioning, along with his employees and had a deputy do a canvass. They are denying making any calls, and the businesses around his all say he hasn’t left. We have a request in for his phone records, but I called a gal I. Fucking baseball. Borrring. "Well... you know that movie theater I go to on Sunday mornings?" Jimmy began. "Your fuck film, jerk off place?" "Yeah." "Yeah. So. What about it?" Cathy asked, toying with her nipples, flipping and playing with them gently, liking the sensations it created in her sweet pink pussy. "Well... maybe we could go there tonight. Together," Jimmy suggested, feeling his cock twitching with excitement. "I thought it was full of fags. You told me the reason you like to go. "Just to show you what it feels like," she teased as she tongue-lashed my puckered, post-orgasmic nipple. I flinched, but made no audible reaction. I refused to give her the satisfaction of knowing that they were sooo fucking sensitive. The gleam in her eye told me she already knew.While she packed and finished getting ready, I put on coffee and toasted a bagel. I grabbed a strawberry yogurt and the cream cheese from the fridge. When the bagel popped up, I spread the cheese on it and plated it..