Owns a farm out past route 57. Nikki went out there to interview her.”“How long ago?” asked Linda.“Almost three hours. She should have been ba...ck by now - at least have called in.”“Okay, get the timings woman on the phone. Let me see what’s going on.”In moments Shelia handed the phone to Linda.“Mrs. Timmings?”“Yes, Sheriff Raintree, what can I do for you?”“One of my deputies, Nikki Sanchez, was scheduled to interview you earlier this afternoon and...”“Why, yes, Miss Sanchez did drop by. She. As her tongue made it’s first dart of the evening into my anxious mouth, my hands glided up her torso, softly grazing her skin, until each hand was cupping a naked breast! Mom was not wearing a bra, and her breasts were hot to my touch!As we kissed, my fingers tweaked at her nipples, until Mom turned inside my arms, taking those wondrous orbs away from my playful fingers. Returning to kissing me, she sucked at my tongue, her hips pressing into me, as she reached up her face to mine. My hands. Marybeth found my smile puzzling. She had no idea what she had done to me, or for me. You see, I open my TV everyday and I see commercials where men are made to look like fools. In the movies, men are portrayed as evil doers. Lawmakers think of men as predators and of women as pure radiant saints. And most women living in America got no problem with that. That’s what makes me distrust the whole lot of them. The mistreatment of innocent men doesn’t seem to bother the majority of women. In my. They were college friends, and Mom was her Lamaze coach when Mikey was born. Anyway she ran the pharmacy, so when we ran out of food at home, we just went and got some. I kinda fibbed on that, because we were checking you out. We were on the way to the store to get stuff for lunch when we heard your car.”Matilda released his hand and pulled on her skirt, saying, “Did you wonder why I was wearing a sundress? Mom was always concerned that the bastard or his friends would show up, so she taught me.