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He sat, thoughtful.Did Marla resent me being gone? She always seemed so in control of everything and when I was home, we just enjoyed each other.His mind rolled to Sherrie and the corners of his mouth began to turn up.

“Living with someone, day in and day out, isn’t easy. It’s not all naked fun,” Lily giggled. Then her face sobered as she thought of the issues she and Matt had had to work on. “I guess what I’m saying is that the relationship you have with Sherrie is nothing like what you had with your wife years before.”

Tony nodded as he turned his gaze to the wise woman sitting in front of him. “You’re right,” he agreed, knowing that Marla had been easy-tempered and complacent, exactly what he needed then. But Sherrie? She was fire and ice…and he loved it.

Lily stood, nodding to the papers on his desk. “That’s some of the work I’ve been helping Matt and Shane with. I’ve done some digging on the missing girls that Gabe and Jobe are working on as well. There may be a link, Tony. Give me another day and I think we may need to meet.”

Trusting Lily’s instinct, he nodded as she left.

* * *

Finally, the man outside the grocery walked inside with the two girls from the bus station. They were all smiling, but Sherrie could not get the feeling that something untoward was happening and it directly involved Betina. The young girl started walking down the street, so Sherrie jumped out of her car and called to her.

A startled looked appeared on Betina’s face instead of the usual smile that Sherrie received.

“Um…hey,” Betina said, adopting an air of nonchalance.

Not wasting time, Sherrie approached her. “You want to tell me what that was all about?”

“What?” Betina asked. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Those girls. The bus station. Hernando being such an altruistic guy. The club. Talk to me, Betina. What is going on?”

Eyes wide with fright, Betina glanced around quickly to see if anyone was around. Grabbing Sherrie’s arm she pulled her over toward the parking lot. “You shouldn’t be following me,” she hissed.

“What’s going on?” Sherrie repeated. “You can’t tell me that something’s not happening and I’ve got a bad feeling.” She saw tears in Betina’s eyes and a look of agony.

“I’m just trying to help,” she answered. “That’s all.” Glancing around nervously, she said, “We really can’t talk here. I’m fine. I promise.”

Betina turned to walk back down the street, then stopped when she heard Sherrie call, “I care about you. Please let me help.” Twisting around, she said once again, “My life is in my art.”

“Betina, I don’t know what you mean by that,” Sherrie admitted, her frustration at an all-time high.

Glancing around once more, she leaned in slightly toward Sherrie and said, “The eyes are the mirror of my soul.” Her quote was accompanied with her eyes filled with pleading.

With that, Betina hurried around the corner, leaving Sherrie standing on the street, as perplexed as ever. Getting into her car, she drove home, determined to re-examine the art pad and not stop until she discovered what Betina was talking about.

* * *

She missed the man in the car, listening to their conversation. Hernando had driven up and saw Betina and the nosy bitch having what looked like an argument. Betina was his best recruiter, easily manipulated by threats against her mother.Maybe it’s time to move her to the club. A few nights being used by the men looking for young pussy would go a long way to keeping her under control.The idea had merit, but then he watched the bitch drive away.But if Betina disappears, Ms. Mullins would be looking for her, and that could get messy. Unless,he thought with a smile,Ms. Mullins is taken care of. After all, there are more clubs than just his that can always use pussy. She would bring a good price.Smiling, he left his car and walked into the store to meet the two new recruits.

* * *

That evening Tony found Sherrie sitting at the kitchen table, an art pad in front of her as she pored over each picture. She looked up guiltily as he walked in.

“Oh, no. I lost track of time and didn’t even think about dinner.”

Walking over, he pulled out his phone and quickly ordered pizza to be delivered before leaning down to kiss her. Taking her face in his hands, he deepened the kiss, determined to take away the look of fatigue on her face.

“You never have to worry about fixing dinner for me, babe. I’m just as capable of getting us something. Anyway, you look like you are hard at work.” He leaned back in for another taste. His dick reared to life as his hand slid down to cup her breast. Rubbing his thumb over her nipple, he captured her moan in his mouth.

“Food’s not going to be here for at least twenty minutes,” he pointed out.

Her answer to his unasked question was to suck his tongue into her mouth while palming the straining erection pressing against his jean zipper.

Lifting her in his arms, he felt her legs wrap around his waist. Backing her a few feet, he carried her to the stairs before laying her down. Pulling her yoga pants over her hips, dragging her panties along with them, he tossed them to the bottom of the stairs. She leaned up and fumbled with his zipper, trying to get it over his swollen cock.

“Thank God you don’t go commando or I’d be afraid of zipping your dick,” she said between breathless kisses.

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