‘Oz, wake up sweetie,’ she murmured, leaning down to shake him while glancing at the clock. ‘Mummm…’ he half moaned, twitching open deep go...lden-brown eyes. ‘Babe, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at work in,’ she glanced at the clock, which read 6:43, ‘like seventeen minutes?’ She asked softy, petting down his ruffled black hair as he yawned. ‘Nope, day off. Came to see you and-‘ another yawn erupted, ‘-fell asleep.’ Here he paused and frowned at her. ‘Did you just get. "No, Bernie," Donna said, "we're not. I'm not ready to take on the responsibility of being your first sex partner. I just wanted to tell you in private so your brothers wouldn't make fun of you. Now let's get dressed and go have some lunch." Jesus, Mom," Bernie fumed. "I'm eighteen for chrissake! I may not have gone all the way with a girl before, but I can't think of anyone I'd rather lose my cherry to than you! Besides, look at this..."Before Donna could protest, Bernie unzipped his jeans and. "Hell, a man needs a nip or two out there to keep him going, Deputy. I don't know about any of the rest, but I'm taking a pint with me..." Then, we'll count you out of this expedition, Link," Mark said, with a matter-of-fact pencil-strike through the police officer's name on the paper. "I said, there'll be no booze on this posse..." And who the hell are you to give the orders in my town, Blakely?" the barrel-chested man angrily snarled, kicking back his chair and standing, his huge hands. He was very happy with his vineyards, his winery, and his wines. He inherited this from his mother’s side of the family, and never fell in to the schemes and troubles of his father’s illegal activities, and happily, the police knew it. The ‘Don’s’ palatial home was draped in black. Family members could be seen walking through the gardens weeping and holding on to one another for support. To everyone on the outside it looked like a great loss had occurred and the family was trying to find a way.