“This is Trooper Reston, at Renovo and S.R. 120. Can I help you Miz Lightfoot?”“Were you working with my husband? Seth? Last night?”“That wo...uld be Sergeant Detective Maxwell. Last I heard he was down in Pottsdale, working with the U.S. Marshals. There’s a big manhunt. I’m manning the roadblock here at Renovo Road.”“Wait, one, Trooper Reston, please.”She looped the radio’s hand strap to the saddle horn and fished out a map. “Pottsdale ... Pottsdale,” she mumbled. “Here it is.” They were. We are wealthy to a point that I won’t have to work but my children might. My mother isn’t the business type: confident and aggressive and so the business gets along but doesn’t really go anywhere new. I will probably take charge after college but for now I am more about having fun.So to this, the first day of my last summer before college. It had just gone midday and no sign of mom to wake me up. I figure that she herself must be having a lye in as it’s her first day off I ages too. I decide. She almost giggled as she said, "I didn't know your tastes ran to petite blondes."I laughed and said, "You're the second person today to make a remark about my taste in women."Dana replied, "Really, I don't even have to guess who the first one was. Your ears must be really red as we spent most of the last hour talking about you. When I asked Joyce if she had any questions they were all about you. She thinks you walk on water and I didn't disabuse her too much."She's a sweet girl and I'm in your. You move your hands from my nipple and stomach and into my own, squeezing them softly, letting me know you’re there for me, you break the kiss off slowly and smile down at me. You stand up pulling me with you and a look of clear disappointment is shown on my face, you let go of one of my hands, rubbing my cheek, reassuring me, ‘Honey, we need to find a place to set up camp before it gets too dark, I think I heard water over the rise there.’ You grab my hand and the bags as we set off over the.