Chapter Forty-Nine
“So how are things at the Department of Justice?” Kelly queries, placing two large mugs of brew on the barroom table.
“Busy... challenging. How’s retirement?”
“Not really retired. Just focusing on other... ah... things.”
“You’re missed, Kelly. Chrissy boy so much enjoyed your touch.”
Kelly nods. She in turn misses the likes of Chrissy boy, house boy/maid for Linda Rankin... college roommate, lifelong friend, now Deputy U. S. Marshal.
“I’m sure you’re capable of bathing him, Linda. Any woman of authority brings quirky delight with the likes of Chrissy.”
“Yes, but it’s difficult... the head space thing. One moment you’re caning him... then entering him with a double dildo... then you have to calm and toss the little cunt lapper into a hot bath and wash like a doting
