"Marcia made Phoebe an offer."Split it?" Deal."Walt flagged down the waitress and told them to change their order. Evensplitting the breakfast-dessert..., they didn't manage to finish the wholething, but it was a start.Breakfast solidified their uplifted mood. The pancake house was the typethat had a gift shop attached, a faux country-store that sold handmadecandy, country crafts, aprons, kitchenware, cookbooks, and reproductionvintage toys. Walt bought them all t-shirts. Phoebe rolled her eyes. Pouring down from the big mushroom headthe smell and tasty looking cock printed forever in my headhow sweat and nice was it , opening my mouth around the tip, sucking it like a lolipop, the big black daddy looking at me with such tenderness , his big hand rubbing my head helping my gently suck on his big candy cockthe tube being brought over hos cock pouring more of the squeeze pop jelly all over looking at his new baby boy gulping his fat cock like a sweat candysucking up and down to get all. "Also," I told her as I put my hand on top of hers, "They verified who you are and your story."She lifted my hand and kissed the back of it and said, "Thank you."It has been hell being Tracy Miltner." That's over now," I told her.When we got to the Water Taxi dock there was a Police Car there already. After we parked and walked to the Taxi, a woman in plain clothes showed us her badge and introduced herself."I'm Detective Foster. I assume you are Tracy Miller and you are Guy Thomasin."Looking. Her strawberry blond hair was dishevelled in a way that only constant care and attention could achieve. Her blue eyes were alive with mischief. For the picture she'd got Danny to go round to her house and had gone through several outfits before choosing the picture on the table. The thin white blouse she wore clearly showed the delicate, lacy bra beneath. The fact that half the buttons on the blouse were open was merely a distraction. Danny knew that if you blew the picture up big enough you.