"Do you want to go inside?" she asked."Are you up for it?" I asked. My fierce hard-on did not care for the question but Diana stayed over the night be...fore and had not gotten much sleep."I'm not in charge here, baby," she said. Maybe with her on top and controlling the motion--discomfort turning to pleasure would be very sexy on Diana's face."They're here," Morgan announced unnecessarily. The SUV slamming to a stop in our driveway was not something the driver intended us to miss. Diana adjusted. You're going to leave me sore for a week. He'd never do that." She turned toward me and got a leg atop mine."Well, well," I said. "We'll have to figure out what you can tell him." I pulled her all the way astride me, her legs hanging by my hips and my poor member trapped between us, smashed against my stomach."Ah," she sighed, wriggling to get comfortable, her head down on my chest. "I'll tell him you are a drunken yokel who wouldn't know a secret if you tripped over one." Why are you so good. "What for?" It's personal."The teller was a local boy. He knew the manager was an important man. Too important for the likes of Jack."I can't just summon him on a whim. Why?" Like I said, it's personal."Another thing, Jack was the leader of the gang that killed the holdup crew ... and left the dead. He'd had to haul each body out the door, lock up the bank, and haul the body to the midden; it took four hours to haul all six dead to the midden.Another hatchet to grind. To a man ruled by. "Leave the galley and come back in twenty minutes to finish cookingscran," Michele said, soothingly this time.Doris hiked up her underwear and tights and scrambled out the door andMichele locked the galley and sauntered over to the PO whose cock wasstill sticking out of filthy underwear."Ok, it's just you and I now Knocker," Michele stared at him defiantly."Ok girly, if that's how you want it, you're better looking than Dorisanyway. And it's Petty Officer White to you not Knocker!" he.