See you in 3 days. We have money for gas and food. Will call you when we get there. We will miss you! Love, Sam and Matt." I walk out of the house in ...my peach-colored vneck tee and jean shorts, with sunglasses running through my straight hair, and sitting at the top of my head. We stop at the gas station on the way to our friends' houses. I get out of the car and walk over to the pump while Matt goes inside and hands the cashier money for gas. I start pumping, and Matt comes outside and walks. His house was directly across from mine. A look in that direction showed me two big mowers running over areas of the large yard. There were two men running weed eaters also. One of the guys was running his weedeater at the mailbox, no more than a hundred feet from my front door. My car was probably sixty feet away. I would be walking straight toward him.Just to be careful I looked to my left where I saw Mr. Bozeman sitting on his back porch talking on his phone. He was facing the backyard but. I watched manicured fingertips creep to her nipples and give a long pinch through the sheer fabric before scooping the flesh out. She breathed deeply. "Is that all I get? I'm aching." Her eyes snapped to my package and stayed there as I took in the full magnificence of her chest.Drawing my fingers to the waistband I lingered just a moment, long enough to tease, then pulled out to stretch the material. She tweaked those mountainous peaks as I lowered the elastic far enough to allow the garment. David gladly accepted, knowing how hard this was for Ben, and also knowing it likely meant this would be the last time he'd see his friend.Ben explained that there was a single policeman who'd be working after he left, and that their duties would be severely cut back as a result. There was a receptionist who'd remained, having come back after her family died, who would handle the radio, allowing the single policeman to travel without fear of being out of contact. David didn't bother to update.