It read "Gaston Marshell, Private investigator." His office is just across the street. If you want I can give him a call and see if he can get you in ...ight away." Please do. I want to get this over with as soon as possible. Go ahead and start the divorce paperwork and I'll get the evidence to you as soon as I get it."Sweet made the call and ten minutes later Gaston Marshall was telling me what we needed to do. Unfortunately one of the things I needed to do was act completely natural around. She knew her trade well and she possessed culinary skills far beyond Alta's meager ones. From the start, she took over the care of our hearth and home, up at first light with us to cook and bake for her new sister-wives and husband until the last dishes from supper were cleaned. Her talents in the bedroom nearly equaled Alta's and she was of a frisky and energetic disposition in bed, loving her slut sister-wives and her man with equal enthusiasm. Her pert heart shaped ass loved sodomy,. When Fighting Hawk was finished, he jumped to his feet eager to get to his tasks. Fighting Hawk watched the activity of the camp as Black Otter delivered the instructions to the lodges. He watched as less than an hour later two wagons rolled out of the village. He reminded himself to have them leave the wagons in the barn as they would attract attention in the village.Fighting Hawk went to see Big Cloud and the boys, and asked them to do a little hunting for him. The boys smiled as they grabbed. "They fly to France," she said."Imagine that," with a little more sarcasm."I understand the English learned how to find France by air during the war." Mom ... your brother..." Ah ... yes ... I had quite forgotten Harry."A USAAF pilot, Mother's brother and youngest sibling, Harry, had flown bombers ... B-17's ... I think ... from a unit base in England to targets in France and Germany. Shot down on the very last raid before the surrender he was captured and escaped while being transported to.