"We have quite a bit of legal ground to cover." What about my job?" asked Janet."Call your employer and tell them you have to take the week off. We're... going to very busy for the next week." Yes, Blanca," said Janet.The morning was spent signing papers and forms. In the afternoon, after lunch, a car was called to take them to Erica's house. They rode in a black limo, just like the one that would take Janet each weekend. The ride was very different during the day, and she only recognized the road. I opened my eyes and Maggie's fingers were in her mouth. I was woozy with hormones as I watched her slip down to the floor, part my knees and lay her tongue flat against my pussy. It seemed to happen in slow motion. "She's going down on me," I thought in my dreamy state. We'd only talked about using our fingers. But, now I wanted this so badly. it felt right. Her tongue swirled across my labia, swishing along the nerve endings, playing me like a harp. The music was our desire. It filled the air. "Tell Bertie that I needed to go out on business. Kenny, you stay here, with your mother. Don't leave until I get back. If Walt Connor shows up here, tell him that Georgia and Brenda aren't here. Ken Dyer is sending one of his men over here to park on the street by the driveway. At three o'clock this morning, someone fired some shots through a bedroom window at Bunny's house. Elizabeth was shot in the arm, but she's wasn't hurt that badly, more of a scratch according to Bunny. Bunny thinks it. The desks stood against the wall and each desk had a lamp on it. Each lamp was shaped like a giraffe. The bulbs were as dim as shit. They barely gave off any light. Not enough to read by. The floors were granola colored. Were sticky, cold, and poorly washed. They had bleach stains on them that were shaped like Wisconsin. The nurses station was on the first floor. All the nurses wore turtlenecks. They had beige pants that were creased rather perfectly in each leg. They wore Doc Martins. Their.