While the staff made their checks and balances, I ate a McDouble and fries. That and a canned coke from the machine in the hallway was lunch for both ...of us.It wasn't my favorite meal, but I also didn't feel that I had been punished. I sat quietly in the small jail house waiting room while they rounded up Gypsy Allen. When the jailer brought her in to us, he also brought a stack of paper for Simpson to sign. He signed for her since he was in charge. I smiled as I watched.While he signed I gave. We gotta do some more of that pig hunting. That was friggin' intense." I'll say," I added, so it wouldn't seem like I was too distracted. Not that I didn't have every right to be. Aunt Marie might not have Mom's 'bodacious' ass, but it felt pretty incredible, pressed against my lap. The property road was rough, and even off the lane, the main road was still unimproved for the first several miles. It was one of the reason's we'd bought the Jeep Rubicon in the first place. Not the smoothest ride. My wife hated Breanna the first time we met her at the bar. We were out celebrating a friend’s birthday, and all of us were more wasted than we had been in awhile. It was great. As I got drunker, my wife started looking like she did back when she was happier and hotter than hell, at least, she appeared that way to me. The way she kept staring at me, it seemed like she felt the same about me and I was going to get some sloppy drunk sexy time tonight. But once Breanna started flirting with me,. ” Said the tall girl.“Be nice Becky. I’m sure Mr. Richardson can use all three of you girls. The receptionist said with a smile.Just then the office door opened up and a tall thin black man in a three-piece business suit appeared holding a clipboard in his hands. “Danielle?” he called out to the room.”Right here sir.” I said, rising out of my chair and picking up my attaché case.“Right this way girl. And you can cut out that ‘Sir’ stuff. You can call me Carl.”“Good luck Danielle!” Melody said.