“Not from my perspective,” said David, a smile on hisface.I couldn’t believe how hot I got on the way downstairs,just thinking about... his voice and smile, to say nothingof what he had said to me about my breasts. I had totouch myself while I was in the bathroom, and had ahandkerchief in my mouth to stifle my cries as I strokedmy wet pussy in one of the stalls.Nonetheless I had calmed down by the time I’d gotten backupstairs, and work continued for the next hour, until. "No. These guys found us way too fast. They should have had to search all the hotels and motels in several blocks, plus other hiding spots. I can see one other pay-by-the-hour place from right here, and yet they came straight to us. I am worried that someone in the Marshal's office tipped them off." How..." she started, but I cut her off."We can get into that in a few minutes. I have some questions that, I hope, will give us some more clues. But first I have to call our friend on the phone. "I love you too, Mother," and she entered the house, taking out her hand off the bag.They bonded beautifully in those days together. Moira went to the clinic and the Hospital early in the morning of every day, but the evenings belonged to them together. They talked and talked, and learned to understand each other as mature women. One of the afternoons Moira took her mother to the radiology department to do the mammogram breast examination. To dilute the fears in her mother's mind, she took her. Her folks. What she plans to do with her life. You know, we talked.”“And nothing happened?”I felt a tone of exasperation creep into my voice. “Mom, nothing happened. I’m not saying I would have minded if anything had happened, but Kelly isn’t ready for that, and she told me so. I’m not Candy Pants! I told her I wasn’t going to push.”“Well...”“Mom, she said she wasn’t ready, but when she is ready, I won’t say no.” Better to get this out in the open and get Mom to stop prying.“Hmmmph!” Then it.