" After a week I was beginning to feel a lot better about the whole situation at work. The tension was easing and the gossip was dying down, not that ...I heard any of it directly. It was just the sympathetic looks and the fact that people stopped talking when I walked up that clued me in to how hot a g****vine topic my near attack was. Colton had been doing what he could to help me relax and keep my mind off of things. He had taken me to dinner almost every night. If he wasn't with me at my. He looked around and said that his boss would be back in about five minutes then he would get a 15 minute break. If I wanted to do something...” He stopped by the workout room and a little spilled water made certain that my clothes were sticking to me in all the right places! His eyes about popped out of his head when he saw my titties. He took me down a hall and swiped a door lock and let me in. and told me there was a problem with the tub so no one was going to bother us.He wanted to fuck. Iris asked how the hell she could have shot Joe, since his brains were over her head and her arms were not long enough to shoot him from behind from where she was lying.The marshal finally pushed his way through the crowd, and he asked the same stupid questions. Iris gave the same answers, which seemed to satisfy the marshal, so he chased everybody out of the room while he collected his daily free one from Iris. After that, he rounded up the undertaker to take care of Joe.Bobby saw that there. I would walk out, seeing that they were talking, full into an animated conversation. As soon as I would step foot outside, they fell silent, then broke into a fit of giggles. I learned to ignore it. They wouldn’t tell me, so no sense in pressing. Then Memorial Day came around. Every year there is a blowout just down the block. Parents are not invited. The entire neighborhood knows it’s an excuse for the teenagers and young 20 somethings to get together and drink. But this was a “good”.