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Mind if I ask why you’re here at this ungodly hour?” “My indian car doesn’t run too well in the rain and even if it did I still would have to drive through a big puddle to get home. Last time I tried, the damned thing stalled right in the middle and I was asian stuck until a tow truck pulled me out. I made a few calls, but nobody wants to come out in the rain. I think a lot of them are afraid of going through the puddle, so here I am.” “Is there a motel anywhere nearby? I need a place for me and Max…my dog” “Normally, I’d say you had about twenty miles to the nearest motel, but a deputy sheriff stopped in earlier and told me that the bridge over Bascomb’s Creek was closed. Apparently, it’s under water from flash flooding. Last time that happened, it was closed for two months while the state checked it out. It’ll be more than a hundred miles up north and around the lake and then another hundred back down. You’ll never make it in this weather. Half of the roads are probably flooded out.” “Then I guess I’ll be sleeping in my car.” “I wouldn’t do that either. The sheriff’s deputies will arrest you. There’s a county law about it. We had a problem with Gypsies a few years ago and that was the county’s solution. I guess it worked. They never returned” “Surely, they wouldn’t arrest a federal officer.” “You wouldn’t say that if you knew our sheriff. He’d take the greatest pleasure in locking you up. He’s a legend in his own mind. He’d brag about it for years. If you can get me home you can sleep on my couch. I’m Lucille; I own the diner.” I laughed briefly before asking if she was also known as “Lulubelle.” “That’s what my father called me when I was a baby. I thought it was cute when I was little, but I learned to hate it by the time I was ten. Unfortunately, he had opened the diner long before that and the name has stuck. And your name is…?” “Matt…Matt Cahill.” Now it was her turn to laugh. “Don’t say it. Do you have any idea how many times I’ve heard someone say, ‘Cahill, U.S. Marshal?’ It’s probably more than five thousand times and in a bar it’s even worse. When the last edge of the sari was going off, I grabbed the edge. Mr. Siegel finished unloosening the ribbon and looked downward to see the 15-year-old rubbing herself in a much more determined fashion than a few minutes before. Still, she acknowledged to herself that the frigid water did some good. “Mmm, I want you to start seducing your father,” I told her. My father had seen us kissing and touching each other. Sam stared at Laura's twat, entranced. Over the next week I settled in, getting the house in order, learning my way around the campus, and became familiar with the Land Rover. They were supporting Doris with her arms asian round their shoulders, and they all turned to face me. I could see Doris was still in an aroused state, her nipples were still erect, standing out like indian thimbles. The edges and unforgiving strength of the metal were extremely painful. Cindy said it is ok as he reached out and started to squeeze them. Each man took a tit in his mouth and began nibbling, sucking and chewing. “She's going to glow.” He'd literally run upstairs as soon as he'd walked through the door with an obscene-looking bulge outlined through his jeans. "So would your boyfriend be pissed to see you drinking with another guy?"