” “You know I hate it when you volunteer me for this kind of stuff.” “Who said I called her?” I looked at her with an intense lo...k, my eyebrow raising. “Fine, I did, but only because her husband is out of town and she’s new to the neighborhood.” “I thought so. You owe me twenty bucks and a new movie.” “Ten bucks and a new movie.” “Fine,” I said, shaking her hand to finish our sarcastic business deal before going upstairs to grab my snow gear. Fifteen minutes. “Playing with your sister's tits in public.”“Oh, I am going to do more than just play with them,” I told her with a wink.A naughty shudder ran through Lasla's body, making her boobs jiggling in my hand. I gripped them as her hands untied my robe's belt. She reached inside and grabbed my cock. She smiled as she stroked me. “Which hole, brother?” she asked. “I have three that are always dying to be filled by your cock.”“Pussy,” I said and then kissed Lasla on the mouth.I thrust my tongue into my. ”He began to rise, pulling his magnificent frame up over me. I was struck again by just how imposing he was.“I will be seeing you again shortly.”“Behind you is a table with two older gentlemen, tall, caucasian, and they will speak to you with accented english. Do not address them beyond simple greetings. When you are finished here, simply leave, and wait outside for them. They’ll accompany you to a hotel nearby.”I nodded, and with that Cyrus walked out of the restaurant. Back to the present. I’ll call the cops.” I gave her four hundred bucks and ushered her out the door. “Remember this. You got one free shot. No more. You haven’t been here. Tell nobody. You visited friends in Durango, understand?” She nodded and fled.Shit. Now I had to get the feebies involved. It crossed state lines. I called information for the Denver FBI office number. “If you’re not recording this you’re gonna be in deep shit. I’ll give you thirty seconds to start recording ... I just killed over two hundred.