I spread her cunt open, slipping three fingers inside the slut."At any second, someone's going to look," I whispered in her ear."Oh, Lords yes!" she g...oaned, her pussy contracting on my fingers."You want that, don't you, slut?" Lord help me! I do! I want everyone to see my juicy pussy!" She groaned and her hips wiggled. "It makes me so wet."I pumped faster; her knees shot up, then her legs spread even wider, like she was trying to do the splits on the bench. Her head threw back, and she let out. "Okay, but it may take more than three hours each then, especially if they ask a lot of questions, or question our decisions," he told me."They weren't there and didn't have to deal with the situations that we did. If they don't like our decisions, that will be too bad. We managed to live through all of it while others didn't. We have nothing to be ashamed of," I told him. Our girlfriends dragged us inside our separate houses after that. They had more on their minds than talking."We want to see. The interior smells like chemicals, too." Mel, I will call the chief and call you back if you finish talking to Lois, Britt, and Chad first. Stay there or go to the police station. My first opinion is to file charges. I'm going to use my cell."Britt said, "Mel, I'm so sorry. This was not your fault. I had to learn that from my mother's actions. Bad choices are made. I'm going to have Chad talk to Uncle Mitch on his cell."Chad, talk to Mitch. Find out what precautions we should take tomorrow as. "Orlie looked over the suit with some care. "That's a thousand-dollar suit, I'd estimate," she said. "They'll think you're a big-shot out-of-town lawyer when you show up in that!"Well -- it was a pretty decent suit. I had never been a clotheshorse, but most of the guys who played for awhile in the Bigs learned how to dress. Don't forget, I might now be a broken-down has-been ballplayer, relegated to rookie manager in the Apple League, but just one year ago, the Orioles had paid me $450,000 to.