“On a more private thing you asked us to follow General Kedar. He did make a trip to Pakistan as his travel calendar indicated and his arrival was c...overed by the Fars news agency,” Robert said.“OK that is a start; keep checking,” I said.“Robert, call East Coast and see if they have any portable tag scanners that mount on a car available. If they do, get a couple ASAP. Since we now have some tag numbers to work with we may be able follow them that way. It’s a long shot but I will take it,” I. Lauralee thought this was as it should be, that they were more than technical relatives, but blood sisters who shared the same lovers, and shared themselves, also. She didn't need more than this rare closeness, more than the man and boy who would fuck her in all possible ways, more than the woman who was yet a stranger to her, but who was waiting in the wings to add another intriguing dimension to the lovemaking. Certainly, Lauralee didn't need her former husband. He was gone, and with a little. Of course Iwas in that shadow of the porch roof but it was still daylight. I started to close the door when I saw Evey's waiting in her car for theUPS truck to move. I was flabbergasted; she drove a real antique, a 1957Chevy BelAir, a genuine classic. I was somewhat of a classic car buff, butI couldn't afford that car. I knew she hadn't seen me. I put the package in the closet and quicklychecked myself in the mirror. This time with a lot of confidence.When the doorbell rang this time I opened. I stood up, pulled her up by her long hair. She didn’t even try to wipe the cum off of her. She looked at the ground as she pulled her tank top back up. “So, did you like it?” Silence. I punched her in the stomach and she doubled over. “I asked you a question. Did you like it, Kristina?” She shuddered. “No. You’re mean, not at all like you seem in class…” I grabbed her by throat and pulled her face to mine. “Wrong answer.” Then I slammed my knee into her cunt. She fell to the floor. Fuck, it.