Her husband Robert doesn't know this yet.”“What?”“You know she was being pursued by police, don't you?“Bob told me.”“Do you know why we ...were chasing her?”“She was involved in some hit-and-runs and was going a hundred miles an hour the wrong way on the interstate.”“Yes, but the original pursuit started when her car was seen leaving at a high rate of speed from two different store break-ins.”“Store break-ins? Marge?”“Your friend was a recovering alcoholic, wasn't she?”“Yes. She just celebrated. . In my mind I'mthinking about asking for more money, but its too late as you grab mysuntan and baby oil off the shelf. My thong moves aside as you squirt oilinside me and I feel a finger then two start to push into me. I soon startmoaning and my knees are shaking. As you press against me for entry Iexhale to accept the intruder. The pressure increases as does the pain andI try to climb up the hood of the car but you have a grip on my hip bonesand pull me down impaling your exquisite piece of. Paul turned to Bert."This is so humiliating!" the older man mumbled."You and I go back a long way, Bert," Paul said. "You broke me in nearly thirty years ago. I would never have expected to be having this conversation with you, of all people."Bert hung his head."I should fire you; I'm supposed to fire you," Paul told him."I know it, Paul," Bert answered, his head held low. "I wouldn't blame you if you did."Paul looked away, staring out his office window. He didn't look at Spencer or Wilson. It. Everything I had been working towards for years had come to fruition: I had Tiffany’s secret.What I did next was dangerous. I suppose it was an ‘amateur’ mistake but I simply couldn’t control my desire and rushed into things. Luckily it – mostly – worked out. On a sunny Saturday, knowing Mrs Sands’ kids would not be back from college, I rang the doorbell of 397.“Hello Josh, what can I do for you?”Immediately my face turned red at the thought of what I was about to do and I stammered an answer,.