I finally get you naked in bed and I think I am going to throw up. This is so not how I imagined it.”“Chris is already up and in the bathroom, so ...you come here and snuggle with me.” I ordered, holding up my good hand.Lucy gave a little smile, and scooted across the bed, carefully missing my stump, thankfully, and collapsed on top of me. She tucked her head up under my chin, her arms down around my chest and let her legs drape over mine.“Mmmm ... nice.” she murmured, then seemed like she was. . her big breasts and nice.. round ass just keeps my imagination goin, and though i never really saw anything.. quite clear.. cause she might have noticed that i was spyin on here and everytime she would take her bra or panties.. she would turn the light off.. it was obvious at the time.. but anyhow.. we went to sleep around 11pm and it was pretty damm hot, first time ive ever had to practicly sleep almost nude.. not completely cause of my mothers presence.. anyway, i was too hot, i manyways... "Let me run you through the system and make sure your MPG story checks out. If it does, you're in the clear." Sounds like an ass-fuck," Jeff said.His story checked out, of course. They went back in the living room where Belinda was still drunkenly yelling that she'd been forced to sell all the contraband by Jeff under threat of beatings and even murder."She admitted she's selling the shit?" the first cop asked the second. "Not just hoarding it?" Oh yeah," the second cop replied. "She even told. In my mind I substituted "She's" for "He's" in the lyrics and sang along with Ian and Billy."She's gone crazy, completely crazy. Trying to tame the American Horse."The she I sang about was, of course, Linda. My wife of all these years had flipped her lid if she thought I'd put up with all of this. And, of course, if she thought that being nice to me after weeks of treating me like shit over something as stupid as taking out the fucking trash could somehow control me, then she was definitely.