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into a nursing home.
    He nodded. “This one is nice.” He suddenly smiled again. “And I know just who I’m taking to dinner with this gift card!”
    “That’s great,” I said. “Did anyone help you move your grandmother’s things?”
    “Um…my brother did,” said Gus.
    “His name isn’t Martin by any chance, is it?” I asked.
    Gus frowned. “No. Why?”
    “I…uh…went to school with a Martin Mahaffey.” I giggled. “I figured it was a long shot, but you never know…right?”
    “Yeah…I guess.”
    “Were you treated respectfully by the employees of A and E Rentals both upon taking the moving truck and upon returning it?” Luke asked.
    He really was good at this…way better than I was.
    “Yes, sir, I was,” said Gus. “They were as nice as they could be. They even asked if there was anything I needed with regard to boxes or anything.”
    “And was there?” asked Luke.
    “No. As I explained to the clerk, I wasn’t moving anything small. I had a bedroom suite, a sofa, a chair, and a grandfather clock,” said Gus. “That was it.”
    “Thank you so much for your time, Mr. Mahaffey.” Luke stood and shook Gus’s hand. “I hope you and your grandmother have a wonderful time at Landonbury.”
    “I’m sure we will.”
    “What’s your grandmother’s name?” I asked.
    “Mabel,” he said. “She’s the best.”
     
    “Okay,” I said as we got into the car to leave. “I guess Cyrus is our guy.”
    “Do we want to talk with him tonight or tomorrow morning?”
    “I think old Cyrus will still be around in the morning, don’t you?” I asked. “I have plans for you… now .”
     
    Should I be ashamed to admit that we didn’t even make it back to the hotel? We found a dusty little deserted road and pulled onto the shoulder. The rental car was, naturally, much smaller than the limousine. And no tinted windows made it more likely we’d get caught. We didn’t mind…in fact, that was kind of a turn on in itself.
    I’d unzipped Luke’s pants and freed his cock before we’d even got out of the parking lot of the Lucky Stiff. I was getting hotter just stroking him.
    “Slip your jeans and your panties off,” he said.
    I hated taking my hand off his hard cock, but I did as he asked.
    I went back to fondling his dick as he fingered my pussy.
    “I can’t stand this. We need to be alone!”
    “I’m working on it,” he said.
    That’s when he spotted the dusty road. He drove up the road a short distance and then pulled over.
    “I’m gonna get in the backseat,” he said. “You straddle the console back and front.”
    I giggled in anticipation as I maneuvered my legs into the backseat and on either side of the console.
    Luke slid in behind me. “Are you ready for me?”
    “Always.”
    With his hands on my waist, he adjusted my position slightly until he could drive his cock into my pussy. He began moving his dick in circles, teasing me as he pushed my ass cheeks together.
    Despite the wonderful sensations, I became anxious when I saw a car heading our way.
    “Luke! There’s a car coming.”
    “There’s about to be a man coming…a woman too, I hope.”
    “But, shouldn’t I do something?” I asked.
    “Nope. I believe I can handle it.”
    “Luke!”
    He kept pumping. “Lock the door.”
    I leaned up slightly to lock the door, slipped and fell onto the horn. Naturally, at the sound of the blaring horn, the driver of the other car thought we were in distress. I managed to lock the door before he pulled over and got out.
    “What’re we gonna do?” I wailed.
    “Finish,” Luke said, laughter in his voice. “You summoned an audience. Let’s give ‘em a show.”
    “But—”
    As the man approached our car, I turned my face in the other direction. I’m guessing Luke did the same, but I can’t be sure. I hoped we’d sufficiently fogged the windows enough to cover…well…everything else.
    There was a knock on the window, then a “Sorry!” and then the sound of