”He darted out the door and towards his car.He stepped back into the store and handed me his credit card. I glanced at his left hand for a ring. No ...ing. Yes!I slid his credit card into the slot beside the register.“So where ya from?” I casually inquired. I knew everyone in the town and I didn’t recognize him.“Dallas,” he replied.“What brings you all the way out here?” I pressed.“Work,” he replied.The internet connection was slow and I apologized.“Everything out here is slow,” he replied.“Slow. "Yeah, like you're one to talk. I can guess what you've been doing every morning. And don't give me that fucking innocent look, either. I know you haven't been at the park to play ball in nearly a week." But at least I'm home for dinner, which is a lot more than I can say about you!" Richie shouted."Stop being a little fuckwit and get over yourself!" Sandra screamed back. "You're fourteen. Stop acting like a big baby!"Sandra started down the stairs, Richie glaring at her back."I don't want you. He played with my breasts pinching the nipples as he smiled telling me what a slut I was but I didn't care what he said I was enjoying his cock banging around inside of me. The tree bark was grinding into my back the pain searing but welcoming as he pinched my nipples and bit them causing me at every moment to be further aroused. I wondered if he would want to put it in my ass today, he knew I liked it and was surprised when he found that out but sometimes he would with hold something I. He had access to a lot of information. But he didn't go out of his way to provide copies on something that would create suspicion. Everything that came across his desk he copied. This was his payment to give his family freedom. They'd receive new identities, jobs, education, homes, and monthly payments until they died.Victor spent those last two weeks loving his family. On the second to last day of the trip, he finally told them that he was sick, and had only a few months left. He wanted them.