The trophy wall in his oversized living room was a source of pride for Sheriff Warner. The log cabin walls were filled with mounted animals of every s...ze and shape. It was impossible to miss when visitors walked through the front door. A massive chandelier made of elk antlers hung over three leather couches, giving the room the appearance of an expensive hunting lodge.Neither the house nor the Hummer were affordable on an honest police officer's salary, which was why Sheriff Warner was no. Eric is a great director. He seems to know just about every pool player in the state. Joyce is his right arm woman, she makes sure everything runs right.Eric has to be in his mid forty's. He is married. His wife is ok looking, nothing to write home about. They have three children. Joyce would be turning thirty in April. I know because the big secret is Eric and his wife are planning a big birthday bash for Joyce's birthday.Joyce is very good looking. Not like a model or movie star quality, but. . maybe I should have settled down, somewhere. Raised little Jay in a little village. This..." You're doing good. You're a good mother. We can do this. I'll help you do this." Heather's hand began running up and down Sam's bare right arm. It felt good. Unthinking, she nuzzled her head against the comfortable shoulder. As her body shifted, Heather's hand moved to keep pace ... finding itself touching the side of Sam's breast.There was a sound that could have been a gasp. Sam paid it no mind. She. Brenda tensed in anticipation of his kiss, but Jim just hovered there letting the tension mount, a glance to my right told me that Ruth had not yet started the stopwatch; clearly she was waiting for the first touch. A minute passed with Jim's lips hovering over Brenda's he was looking into her eyes and though she tried to avoid his gaze her eyes kept flicking back to his with uncertainty growing in them. Nor was Brenda the only one feeling the tension, the people around me seemed to hold their.