" What do you think the Sheriff has on his agenda?" Fontaine asked Jeff. "You mentioned a 'mission' that you thought the Sheriff is on..." I ... don't...know. I tried to get him to let me go with him. He seemed to really think about it, but he said that he wasn't the one in charge." Jeff hesitated a moment, "He ... is confident and ... determined." He said that he wasn't in charge of what he's involved in?" Patton asked rhetorically. "Hmmm. This might really become interesting," he finished. Then. -Setting her bags by the front door, I watched her survey my apartment. The furnishings would never make Better Homes and Gardens, but they were more than serviceable for a college freshman. A threadbare couch occupied most of one wall. A worn Lazy Boy was canted slightly off to the side. In between a stereo that sat unceremoniously upon three milk crates, a beat up coffee table perched precariously on three legs and a stack of books.The other side of the living area was occupied by the only. " Makes sense to me. Can I help?" Sure, get everything out of the glove compartment and we'll go through it together."Over the next 45 minutes they completely emptied the car. Most of the contents made a long overdue trip into the trash barrel. The few contents that were possibly worth keeping easily fit into the small box.Once they had everything out of the car, David fired it up and pulled it out of the barn. Danielle got in and they drove to David's pickup truck, where Danielle climbed out. ” “Why, if it makes you happy, why is it wrong?” He asked her, his hand continuing to wander toward her now warming pussy. “Cale…” She tried to speak, but his fingers now made contact with her mound. Her eyes closed as she kept trying to tell him to stop, but words wouldn’t obey. Her body started to respond and excreted her sweet lubrication in preparation for entry, soaking through her panties and soft pajama pants. Her hand expanded its reach over his abs and was suddenly poked. She opened.