Bo might actually dig that!”“Bo? What, you dating a white farmboy from Creekside?” Creekside was the nickname of the rural area North of town.Sh...e laughed at that. “No, he’s blacker than I am. Actually, it’s Bohica.”“Bohica, as in THE Bohica?” I said, looking at her.She nodded. “Shhh, we’re kinda keeping it low key. But yea, that’s Bo. He is the most gentle man I have ever met, and he left my panties wet at the end of just one date. As funny as it sounds, I think he is rather inexperienced. I. ”Morales sat staring at Jeff for a long moment, neither speaking. Finally, “There’s something behind all this,” Morales hesitantly said, “Something more that you’re not telling me.”“I don’t think it’s time just yet. When it is, I will know and will discuss it with you,” Jeff finished, mysteriously.Again, Morales stared at the Prime, his original concerns about his marriage temporarily put aside. Finally, Morales let out a sigh. “I think you’re wrong. There’s a part of me that hopes you are. The woman at the Polo Park store recalled having just sold a box of mixed holiday cards, the day before the murder, to a man she described as tall, blond haired and nervous and possibly from the states." An American?" She thought maybe so. By the way he talked and how well he was dressed, in a vested suit and all. He didn't look to be from any of the prairie provinces anyway. So she said." Hmm, that's interesting. Doesn't make a lot of sense though. Did she get his name from his credit card?". Dianne reached up invitingly toward Tess. Tess lowered one of her hands from her tits. As their fingers touched, a bolt of electrical excitement shot throughout Dianne's body. Dianne took her hand and gently pulled Tess down to the blanket."Come, my dear," Dianne said, her voice quivering in anticipation of what was about to happen. "Sit here."Tess lowered her bare ass to the blanket near her mother's head. Their eyes remained fixed. Their bodies shook uncontrollably."No, no, my sweet," Dianne.