Patti usually makes a deposit once a week, so it's not uncommon for her to have several thousand dollars in cash by the end of the week."Patti, you ca...'t keep so much cash in the register every night. You're just asking for someone to come in and rob you. Anyone walking by can see in the window; they can see what you have and where you hide it." Well, what am I supposed to do? I can't get to the bank until Friday after closing; I'm just too busy and it wouldn't be fair to ask one of the girls. ”“Nah, it was just more years of being bored and learning nothing,” I said.“You seem to be doing fine. You are obviously the leader of that do good-er gang,” she said.“Well I’m not the leader of anything, but you are right we are a gang of four of five people who are trying to make a difference. That was Lucinda’s idea though not mine. I have been drifting from one thing to another since I retired. Just trying not to be too bored. At least not so bored I put a bullet in my brain.” I. Your voice catches in your throat as your breath won't come without some exertion now. Even with that being the case your pussy is damn near dripping. How could I be turned on at such a horrendous time you wonder. Your fantasy is becoming reality. There's nothing you can do to prevent it either. Your pussy is bare except for one small well trimmed strip of the same black curls that are on your head. Apparently the man has not failed to notice this either as he he removes your panties. "So I. Roscoe is also the fire chief. He's going to make you toe the line." Roscoe is not the town marshal. He's the fucking night watchman, and he's not going to make me toe any fucking line." Lower your voice, Mickey. Does Claire know you're fucking Tina's mom?"Was she threatening me? Roscoe was becoming a nuisance and using Agnes as his messenger."Are you going to tell her?" Not me, I'm just warning you that Claire's sure to find out. If you're lucky, she may not care. Roscoe complains about me.