"Uhmmm ... I guess. But, that brings up a sticky point," I said tentatively."What sticky point?" Uhmmm ... about the money. Your money, I mean." Oh ..... that. Does it bother you ... I mean ... does it bother you that I have a lot of money?" I'm not sure. I'm having trouble with the concept, I'll admit that."She was quiet for a while and I didn't know what she was thinking. Was she upset because I was uncertain? Was she miffed that I was worried about her wealth? I couldn't tell. Finally, she. He quickly pulls down my pants, turns me around so that my chest is pressed against the racks. He presses himself into me, filling me completely. I grab the racks to keep my balance, but Ben grabs one of my arms and twists it around so that it’s resting against my back. He uses this arm as leverage to get deeper and fuck faster. He slowly thrusts into me, giving me time to get used to him. I’m so wet, it’s not long before I am silently begging him to go faster. Although he can’t hear me, he. Jack in a way, was shocked. His own sister pulled a fast one on him. That is why she would not answer my last text. Why she ignored me. The whole conversation made sense now. The part about dad and the pencil and wanting a picture of me. She indeed was very sly. While thinking on a reply, I got up and went to the workbench to find a bolt. When I stood up, Lisa notice a wet spot on my pants.Lisa. Oh! Uncle Jack? I think your wrench is leaking. Me” OMG. I guess it must be, huh. Lisa. Maybe you. With all the Suburbans and Humvees, it still took three trips to get it all to Matador.The Doc with four men and I worked until 21:00 to get it all set up in place and checked out. The traffickers from Puerto Vallarta would be here tonight. The Doc was going to try out the equipment on them tomorrow while I asked questions, after we watched the 0600 hangings. The Doc was going to pronounce them dead.The Doc and I spent the night in the RV at the Texas Steel site. But first, while in the command.