Lauren could hear him smiling. If he had asked her to go to Timbuktu she would have said yes. She was aware of her mother in the kitchen and turned he... back so that she didn’t hear.“Great, what’s on? she asked, thinking about what she had to wear in her wardrobe. She didn’t think that she had anything pretty that was clean.“Don’t know. We’ll see when we get there. See you then?” he asked, signing off.“Yeah, tomorrow. Thanks.” replied Lauren as she heard the click. She had wanted to talk longer.. M.I confirmed with Darin and Tyson on Friday that they were for sure coming over on Sunday. Tyson asked if there were any ground rules for Sunday. I had an inkling what he was asking but didn’t want to suggest too much. “What are you talking about ground rules?” I asked. Darin chimed in “is it ok if we fuck your wife” . “What makes you think that’ll happen?” I asked. Tyson answered “nothing, but is it cool if it does? Or are you scared?” I wasn’t scared. I was confident now that they’d both be. Every trooper knew they needed to write a certain number of traffic tickets every shift if they wanted a chance to advance up the promotional ladder. Rod very much wanted to move up in the department. In fact, he could imagine himself being head of the patrol one day. He had just gotten in position when the alert tone on his radar unit went off. He glanced at the display, which read ’68.’ The speed limit on that particular stretch of road was 40 and, when he glanced at the highway, he saw a red. I managed to get the number plate though," I said."Oh my, do you think that her sister planned this?" Mum asked"I don't think so. She was struggling just as hard as Mort. Someone must have followed her, and been prepared to risk snatching them in broad daylight." I said. "What are we going to do?" OK we need to get some professional help. You mentioned that a police officer took a statement from Mort just in case something happened. It might be worth contacting her to see if she can help. At.