<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e5/Emily_Lloyd_2.jpg)</div><br/>Emily and Randy had suffered through another pointless fight that Saturday morning. When she had tried to initiate sex the previous night, he had given her the excuse of being too tired.  When she had awakened him the Saturday morning by stroking his cock and twirling her tongue around the tip, he had pushed her away in annoyance. Emily had tried to start a conversation about his lack of desire for her, but it had only ended in him marching out of the bedroom and then soon thereafter, his pick-up truck pulling out of the driveway.<br/><br/>Emily had tried to wash her frustration away with a long, cold shower and a small breakfast. She was due at Fiona’s salon around 11 AM. To that end, she herself drove off towards the town center, in her old grey Toyota. She was still thinking of Randy when she found a seat in the salon, in between mrs. Randolph and mrs. Cooper. Their conversation briefly halted upon Emily’s arrival, but soon started again. It took Emily a while to figure out who they were talking about, though when the name Henley fell, she guessed they meant the Sherriff. It did not make any sense though, since they were talking about a man both women seemed to have very intimate knowledge of. She frowned when the women exchange double entendres at the sheriffs expense. What was this all about?<br/>