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After lunch we drove to the house that Daryl would be using. It was empty so he would need his furniture and that was due to be delivered tomorrow morning. The next week was routine. Well, it was probably routine for Daryl and me, but it dirty talk was a totally new experience for Lucy. The city’s house where Daryl was living was in sound condition but was in desperate need of sprucing up. So Lucy joined us for what we learned was her first visit to Home Depot for paint, brushes, and some accessories. It took us six days, but we were able to paint the entire living and dining rooms, as well as the sucking kitchen and Daryl’s bedroom. I was surprised to learn that Lucy actually had clothes suitable for painting—tee shirts with holes in the seams and jeans head that had seen better days. Later I learned that she had bought them from one of the maids. I laughed at her embarrassment, but then I kissed her and all was well between us. Lucy turned out to be a great worker, concentrating on the trim while Daryl and I tackled the large areas of the walls and ceilings with rollers. I also learned how cute she looked with a dab of paint on the tip of her delicate nose. As hard as we worked during the day that was just how hard we played in the shower and after dinner in bed. The week was broken up briefly by a phone call from Julia Adams. She asked if I wanted to be a part of the surveillance team at the drug buy between Parker’s roommate and Jeremy Haynes. It sounded like a good idea, but I turned her down almost immediately. “We had a bit of a run-in at a coffee shop here a few weeks ago. I’m afraid that if he saw me your entire sting would be compromised.” She did agree and told me that she would keep me up to speed on the investigation. I thought everything was going well several weeks later—roughly a week black before I would take over as Chief—so I used a morning when Lucy had an appointment at the beauty salon to drive to the county seat to transfer my license and registration from North Carolina to Tennessee. I had all of the identification required by the state and I had studied the DMV manual online, even taking several of the practice exams. I was in my Marshal uniform as Max and I entered the building. An official called out from behind me that I couldn’t carry a gun into a state government building, nor could I take my dog. His arguments died in his throat when I turned around and he had the chance to read the front of my shirt. I had worn my uniform at Jonathan Bascomb’s suggestion. “You’ll get much faster service in uniform than in regular clothes, that’s for sure.” He was right; no sooner had I approached the information desk than one ebony of the managers asked how he could help me. Five minutes later I had my new license plate and another five after that I was taking the exam. All in all, driving to and back had taken much more time than the actual work in the DMV. I was driving along Main Street in Bascomb’s Landing and looking for a parking space when I saw something that made my blood run cold. I gave an apprehensive ok, just to let Tom think I was shy, then said I will, I don't mind if people see me. I ran like a crazy person to the garbage pile, and pitched the bag in. I then raced back to the house. sucking I didn’t hesitate. Astrid. We just have dirty black talk fun with it.” I poured the two drinks and settle in alongside him on the couch. I head have been a guidance counselor at the local University for years but decided a few years ago to retire and provide counseling at home to a select few of entering freshmen. "I'll be back in a bit, ebony OK?" Her last word came out in a rising squeal as she arched her back, rigid in her orgasm. She didn’t reject my kiss or pull back, that encouraged me to cup her breast and gave one of her nipples a nice squeeze. It was late into lunch time and the food court was busy as hell. I did feel much better.