" Worst day I have had in a good while."Cathy said softly. "Oh, Mr. Edwards. I'm so sorry."Brianna asked, "Anything we can do? We'll tickle you if you...ll swim with us."I hesitated. She said, "Last one in is a rotten egg!"Here I was, late forty something, and two fourteen year-old girls were trying to prop me up. Not just trivially, but really concerned. "What the hell?" I put on my suit and went out to the pool.I went in off the board and swam up to the shallow end. Both of them grabbed me and. The police knew who ran the local mob even if they couldn't prove anything. He paled even more at the mention of the cartel and his breath caught. No police force wants a turf war between two crime organizations in their area. It was even worse when one of those organizations was a Mexican drug cartel. They had no respect for life, property, collateral damage, or publicity. Having one of the cartels in town made it nearly as safe for the police as going to bed with an angry rattle snake. His. Little Fox was given a private room to wait out the results of the operation on her husband. Into the fifth hour which was eight in the morning, she couldn't keep awake any longer. She closed her eyes to rest them and promptly fell into a deep sleep. It only seemed like a few seconds when a hand shook her. She opened them looking into the eyes of a short Jewish man wearing a yamulke. Little Fox could not recall the name of the skull cap so she called them beanies."Madam President?" Yes," she. I placed my hand between her legs again rubbling her with a firmer stroke feeling the heat and a faint moistness as her breath took on a different pattern. She retreated further onto the bed shimmying out of the thongs on her way. I crawled towards her as her had rose quickly to help me out of my own pants. I wondered for a moment if she had done this before as her hand worked its way down parting my lips, finding me already turned on she smiled. Still on my hands and knees I got lost.