I guess she thought she had talked about herself enough and started asking questions of me. Apparently I wasn’t all that forthcoming because she sta...rted to call me the strong, silent type. Just about the time when I decide I should get going she asked one more question. “So, what do you have planned tomorrow when you go home?” she asked. “Am I?” “You are what?” “Am I going home tomorrow?” I asked a little shocked. “You’re welcome to spend the night here if you’d like,” she said. It hadn’t. Jason was a lost cause in her book because she had accidently discovered him humping her sister-in-law Veronica right over the washing machine and it looked like from the way she was screaming and yelling making more noise than the silly machine that she was vibrating more from his plunging cock than from the deep-action cycle when it went into spin the second time around.The only good thing that came out of that debacle was that the contrite Veronica was more than willing to show her. One of my informants down at the courthouse was a girl called Francesca.She was part French, part Italian and part Austrian.She spoke French without an accent, Italian with a cosmopolitan air and Austrian like a barmaid in Vienna.It was true that she was a bit plain in the face but her body was a Greek paradise. I had used her to get information and paid her for it. She had used me for what she needed and I was entirely in agreement with her demands.Francesca had told me of her parent’s farm. " I looked over my shoulder into his eyes, his pupils inches away from mine wide open with excitement, his breath raspy and quick with desire, and I knew what he wanted and thought "No, I shouldn't, no, no" but my betraying body knew this was a lie, my body bending forward ignoring the fake instructions in my head, giving in, letting his hand on my back move me into position, my knees buckling. I got on all fours for him, and felt a surge of lust and emotion swirl through my head as his voice.