I was writing up my report when she started crying in the back seat. She looked up at me with tears in her eyes "I can't go to jail, the tabloids will...have a field day with this" she said as she lowered her head. "I'm sorry ma'am, but I'm only doing my job. I wish there was some way to help you, but I can't" I told her as I finished writing up my report. "Come on, are you sure there's nothing you can do officer? I'd do anything to get out of this" she said, fighting back more tears. A wicked. Oh blimey no plans, I’m not the type, too young, I’m just enjoying sex... Especially with you that is, this is just too bloody marvelous “Tom responded, realising that his focus was dropping..“Have you noticed anything Tom?” questioned Sarah as she sat up.“er, no” he answered, Oh bugger was he suppose to notice something, the room was much darker now it was a lot later, the sun must be going down and maybe he was missing something.“You must have felt it, I did....? Your penis, didn’t you feel. I scouted for about two hours and then came back again. We stopped a little before sunset, made camp, and then had supper. I helped Mom clean up after and then we went to bed.It was about the same thing for the next three days. I'd get thngs ready to go and then take off scouthing. I'd put both of our saddle scabbards with my saddle and carried both Henry's with me along with my 44-40s. Today I noticed some men in the edge of the woods about two miles from where we'd stopped. I went past them. She smiled ever so slightly, shut the door quietly, undressed, and walked into the kitchen, where she mixed herself a White Russian. The clink of the glass woke Isabella up, she looked grudgingly over at Emilie, then untangled herself and walked to the kitchen slowly. Emilie in this time grabbed the shot glasses and poured out two shots of Jack Daniels. Clinking, and without speaking, they downed the shots. "How is the pub?" Isabella asked, out of seeming curiosity."All is well, we just shut.