“What if he cums in me?”George bucked up into her, “You’re on the pill.”Abbey smiled and leant forward so she was sliding across his body, t...his position, she knew, always brought George to climax quickly. “Am I in your fantasy?”George leant up and planted his lips to hers, after a short passionate kiss he said, “If you weren’t would you get him to pull out?”Abbey panted against him, her own orgasm close, “Would it matter what I wanted? Would he pull out if I asked?” George and his wife both. Had an uncle in that. He always said if that wasa great war he'd hate to see a bad one." She tried to laugh again butcoughed instead. "That war killed him. Didn't bury him for another thirtyyears, but the Huns got him right in the liver. I didn't go to thefuneral. He was the worst of the bastards when they figured out what sideI belonged on. Don't matter though. Don't bother going to my funeral,Lieutenant, I won't be there either."She didn't say anything for almost a minute, then she asked, "So. I had trained her and she seemed to be doing really good. She was about 27 and was living with her boyfriend here in town. He was 31 and so handsome. He managed another restaurant here and their schedules were so busy that sex was usually a quicky. On her way to work on day, she was involved in a head on collision. She was ok except for a broken leg. Rhonda decided to go home to stay with her Mom for a week or so so that she could help her out. We got paid that week she was gone and I decided. Are you talking about the record sales coming out of your shop?”“I’m talking about those sales, and nationwide sales too. Here’s the numbers, straight from the industry newsletter I get in the mail, twice a month.“To begin with, you have topped the charts with each song you’ve covered that Hank wrote. You hold four of the top six spots on the Country Top Ten, plus you have a total of eleven songs on the Country Top Twenty-Five.”“That’s not record sales, is it?”“No, that’s strictly the.