Burke?’ Alex asked. ‘Yes…of course,’ Nancy said. She had no idea why the officers were there. She led them into the living room and they sat d...own. ‘The reason we’re here, Mrs. Burke,’ Alex said, ‘is that we have information that you may have been the victim of a crime, and that you may be victimized again.’ ‘You…you do?’ Nancy stammered. ‘How…?’ ‘Yes, ma’am,’ Alex said. ‘One of our patrol officers obtained evidence that indicates someone may be forcing you to do things you don’t want to do.’. My father, Luther Jameson, is a retired Atlanta City policeman. My mother, June Smith Jameson is a former elementary schoolteacher. I have an older brother named Stuart, who’s currently working as an Instructor at West Georgia Military Institute. He recently got promoted to Athletic Director. Back in the day, we led a decent life. I mean, we had our own house, in a decent neighborhood and there was food on the table every day. My parents were tough disciplinarians who redefined the meaning of. I found myself a nice spot at the north end under the cliff/hill where i could lay back and see alot. I was watching to guys talking for a while the they walked across the creek that run behind the dunes. An older guy in his 50s came up and set his towel just near me he introduced him self as Jim. Jim is alittle taller then me about 5'8 had a little beer belly not to much, his cock was much the same size as mine about 5 inch shaved as mine is but he was circumsized. Jim started small talking. They were headquartered in Portland, Maine.I decided to break tradition and ordered a pizza with a soda. The pizza was small, vegetarian, and the soda was caffeine free.When the doorbell rang I had the money in my hand along with the appropriate tip. However it was not the pizza deliveryman it was an unusual looking woman. I say unusual because she was in a black evening gown and carrying her shoes. She told me that she had car trouble and that she needed to use my phone, so of course I let her.