“Nothing!” she snapped, smiling coyly. “You scared? The big-shot detective scared of little me?” “You are….” “Do me,” she whispered,...spreading her legs. Pushing the thong aside, spreading her lips. Looking to his erect penis. “Fuck me, hard.” Bumfelt did. He took his holstered Sig from his shoulders first and placed it out of reach on a cabinet. “You want it hard?” rasped Bumfelt, throwing her blouse open, pulling her bra down to reveal her small tits. “I’ll do you hard.” Bumfelt felt her. Walking back to the couch, she flicked her heels off and sat down on the couch. Curling her long, graceful legs up underneath her, she watched as a picture slowly formed on the screen."Yes, the Lord knows of your weakness of the flesh," she heard Donald say.On the screen, Donald was standing in front of an older woman who was sitting on the bed. It looked like they were in some cheap motel room."And he has sent me to help you with your affliction... " Praise the Lord," the woman chanted as. "Enough of this distraction, though. What is this about Dent being Special? " Seeing Nesho grin at Dent again he continued, "I mean his schooling, you silly woman. I swear if there is anything with a more one-track mind then a besotted woman I don't know what it is. Tell me about his schooling. You seem to know quite a bit about it, certainly more than any common slave would. Are you sure you're not married? No? Fine then continue." I assure you we were not married, Captain, but I did run his. In the meantime, I turned off my cell phone, expecting a call from Rance at some point. Chapter 5 Running for Cover Flagstaff was a little less than half way, but I was getting a late start this morning. It would be my destination for the first day. Two gas stops later, I pulled into decent looking motel on the outskirts of the Arizona city. It was almost seven in the evening, and I was bone weary and stiff. I had set the cruise on something a little less than eighty, hoping that would keep me.