He could see she was enjoying this. He leaned his head back, and closed his eyes. He pictured that Autumn's soft, fit body was pressed against his in...stead. He could feel her tiny perky breasts pressed against his upper stomach, her nipples erect. He could smell her hair, after a workout smelling of sweat and vanilla. He ran his hands up and down her sides, caressing her nipples on the way down. Her breath slowing, her hands exploring him at the same time. As he kissed her, tasting her. “What time are the police coming round?”“I don’t know. Sometime this morning.”“OK. Well after breakfast give them a ring.”“Me, Mum?”“Yes, Allie. It’s your problem. You deal with it.”Allie’s eye widened even more. Leah was being tough on purpose though. Allie needed to take some control of everything. Of course she and Sean would be there for her all the way.Somehow that helped Allie, as Leah had hoped. “OK, Mum.”“Well then, the forecast’s good so I thought we might go and walk over at Upchurch. "So what is your plan?" asked the King again."In my report it was said that your army's Commander and Chief General Taltson survived the initial attack a few weeks back? Is it possible to talk with him?" asked Dusty."Yes, yes it is possible. I'll have someone take you to his home where he is resting. Thankfully his horse took the brunt of the attack, but he'll have a limp for the rest of his life. They are still sometimes picking bits of metal out of his legs I was told," said the King with a. So do I. But when it’s after dark and I know that I haven’t done anything illegal, I get more than a little nervous. In fact, my pucker string pulls all the way tight. It could be nothing... or it could be a setup.A fake police car is the perfect trap that can be sprung almost anywhere dark and remote– like the section of rural road I was now on. In compliance with the ridiculous concealed carry laws in this state, my Glock was secured in a gun safe hidden in the glove compartment. That.