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  • I was at work on a Tuesday morning looking forward to the birth of my second daughter in another two weeks when Sandra walked in with a mug of black coffee for me. “I must have told you two hundred times that you didn’t have to get me coffee.” She gave me a smirk and turned away to answer the phone. She was back a few minutes later and she seemed nervous. “Um…Matt, that was Sinclair Kerwin. He and Miles Smart are coming in to see you at two this afternoon.” “Okay, maybe now you can tell me who the hell these people are to get you so nervous.” “Sinclair Kerwin is the County Executive and Miles Smart is the Chairman of the County Commissioners. Why would they want to talk with you?” “Sandra, I haven’t a clue, but I guess we’ll find out this afternoon, won’t we? Now, for the two hundred and first time—you don’t have to bring me coffee, but thank you.” With that I waved my hand as a signal for her to go, but I was asking myself the same questions. I spent the rest of the morning reviewing evaluations from the training officers. All of them were positive, but three of the ten indicated the need for additional on-the-job training. They proved the accuracy of the trainers’ work because the lieutenants had made the same recommendations. Still, I was extremely pleased with our first class of minority officers. In another two months we were going to start another class. I knew we would need another five officers because of four retirements and one transfer to the state police. Lucy and Melody came in with lunch for Daryl hardcore and me. The adults ate while Melody played with Max, the ferocious police dog. She was able to pull herself up onto his back and hold on while he walked slowly around the room. Daryl and I thought it was hilarious, but, as a mother, Lucy was upset until she saw how safe Melody actually was. We finished by 1:30 and I just had enough time to hit the men’s room and speak with the detectives before my appointment. I walked to the office door to meet my guests as I always did with non-police department visitors. We introduced ourselves and I led the two county officials to my conference table where we took seats after I had offered and they had turned down coffee or water. Sinclair Kerwin was a relatively tall thin man with thinning hair and a pinched face. Miles Smart was shorter and heavier, bald with a fringe of brown hair and a chubby pleasant face. This was their meeting so I asked how I could help them then sat back and listened. There are some in the south who believe that it is rude to just jump into business, instead spending twenty minutes or more in what they consider “polite social conversation.” Maybe it’s because my uncle is an attorney who considers time to be money, but I hate this custom and I made my feelings known after five minutes of banter. “Gentlemen, I agreed to meet with you even though I have an extremely busy afternoon so I’d appreciate if we could get down to business.” Smart smiled as he said, “I heard that you were an extremely direct person, Chief Cahill. I’m glad to see that my information was correct. It confirms our decision. Once I got home and applied my makeup. There were several mirrors around the room, and she could see him as he eyed her and undressed. hardcore He immediately assumed that the small breasts on either side of his cheeks belonged to Jan. But then he realized that Jan didn't wear low-cut blouses anymore. “Nonsense. I gulped it down, my tongue massaging the bottom of his cock. Clearly Graham had been thinking about how to maximise his enjoyment. She bounced and laughed at me as she realized what was going on “aaw haw hwahh, are we no longer here Kevin? “Hear him out.” Mother said, regaining her composure, “My loyalty will only be proven stronger by these falsehoods.” We'd all take turns bein' the 'camera guy'. We can wax next time you visit” She warmed up a body cloth with water. There are six or seven I'm not sure. “I think it’s perfectly normal,” I lied.