Why was he here? I had been clean for years, just ask my parole officer. The cop's eyes fell on my customer, who swallowed, jerking his hand out of hi...s pocket and holding it out wide."Get out!" growled the cop."Yes, sir," my customer swallowed, stood up, edging around the cop, and dashed out. The customer may have had fifty pounds on the cop, but he still ran out like a bitch.What the hell was this?"You're closed for the rest of the night," the cop barked."Now listen here," I said, getting. The control of the special interests of the settlers is still too strong. And as for the Pals, what a sad hopeless case. No movement for reconciliation at all. Hamas has that society sewed up tight. Anyone not for continuing the war of liberation is branded a Zionist collaborator, and we all know what comes next after that..."Late next morning, just before noon, Kathy was coming out of a grocery market when the attack occurred. As she walked to cross the street with her bags, a car with dark. A week later, the day before the two adulterers had their regular mid-week romp in my bed; the cops had the evidence they needed. Now, as per our deal, it was my turn. I had watched the house for several weeks to find out how the get togethers happened. They had quite a neat little system going, Dr. Prick would park in a camping area in the state forest about 200 yards behind my house. Then he would, un-noticed by anyone, hop over our chain link fence, and sneak in the back door.We came up with. She was very non-committal on whether she wanted to fuck Matt again, and I left the door wide open for her to do whatever she liked. A few weeks later Ann invited Matt back over to the house to so some more work on their project. I stayed in the kitchen while the two of them sat on the living room couch working next to one another. It had been an hour later when they finally finished up what work that needed to be done. It was then that Matt reached over with one hand and placed it on Ann’s.