I haven’t seen the boy for at least 4 years. He’s 16 now and is a ringer for his dad. Is it me, or are kids maturing much more quickly these days?...I must be getting old. Even policemen look far too young. Paul and I didn’t attend the wake. I couldn’t bear seeing anymore of Allan’s mousy, stupid little wife or hear her irritating Home Counties English accent. More to the point, I couldn’t accept the ghost of Allan in the shape of Jamie, his son.Paul has taken Allan’s death far harder than I. Once again I started at her feet and moved up. When I got to her shorts on the leg by my buddy I did the same thing with my little finger.At this time she is snoring heavily so I bent the leg closest to my buddy and put my hand under her shorts on the side by her hip and proceeded to pull them to her bellybutton. Within seconds my buddy was staring at my wife’s hairy vagina. I let him look for a minute as I massaged the inside of her leg gently pulling her lips apart.I noticed that he was very. ” She shook her head at Cynthia. “No, I mean Brenda remembers almost all of it. And she doesn’t remember any codewords or, what are they called?”Brenda tapped the tip of her small upturned nose, her blue eyes smiling at Cynthia’s predicament. “Triggers.”“Triggers,” Katie repeated. “Do you, Brenda?”The blonde shook her head, her straight hair flowing. “I think you’re good. I mean, do you have an uncontrollable urge to go out and suck cock or something?”Cynthia shook her head, finally starting to. Ben stood up, a small groan escaping him, as he tested his leg. "It hurts a little, but not bad. Sandy, my Python is in my gear bag in the truck."Together, Ben leaning on Sandy, they hobbled down the draw to the truck.Osvaldo began a cautious sweep of the area. He quickly found two more Mexicans, but they were unarmed. He told them to sit where they were, and not move, until the gunplay was over. If they're smart, they'll go back South before I can get to them.The almost horizontal sun made.