“Well, I am so glad that she is safe from the other PRISONERS!” I yelled. “Now, when can she get out of there?” My wife’s volunteering to go... to the jail probably kept the Secret Service and the local cops from shooting each other. This was just about the only bright spot to this that I had heard so far.“Sir, the latest we’ve been told is that she will be in jail overnight, and then be booked and processed in the morning...”“Tremendous. Now, just shut up and stand there. I’ll get back to you in. At my full, if modest length, she backed away and pulled a hair from her teeth. She winked at me.“Occupational hazard.”She flipped her hair over her far shoulder. Holding onto my penis, she used it as an axis to pivot around.This gave me a view of her in profile. I pushed myself up to elbows so I could watch her in the dim light that came from the foyer.My eyes traced the curve of her back from her neck down to her smooth hindquarters. The twin, smallish cones of her breasts hung down. It was Karen that was determined to push the secrets out tonight.Scott had earned the trust of the management and owners a few months into the job. Having been good friends with over half the staff to begin with, he came highly regarded anyway. The owners were a easy going couple, new to the business and had pretty much put all faith in the General Manager. The GM, a married woman of thirty plus years, was only too happy to let Scott close and lock the place up some nights....and tonight was. Could it?I clamped down on my imagination, and kept heading back to my place.I was being extremely cautious though, which turned out to be a good thing. There was smoke was coming from my place, after all. The cow sounds, and horse noises were there, also.People were living in my house, and it looked different! The carport I had added was gone, and the fireplace had changed. The barn had a sort of corral built around it, and a horse was standing in the corral, as well as a milk cow.The gravel.