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It was a foggy morning in the small Atlanta suburb of London. Joan, walked down the wet sidewalk to Holmes's house. As she opened the squeaky gate, she noticed one dim light coming from the office area of Holmes Manner. She kicked the morning paper into the pile on the edge of the walkway as she approached the door.She sighed as she fumbled through her keys. It was a shame how a house that just months before had been filled with joy, was now so dark and gloomy. She attempted to open the door, then she remembered how the door would stick, so she turned the knob and kicked the corner of the door, and it opened. As she entered a rank odor entered her nostrils.Such filth, she thought as she stumbled over the mountain of letters that were piled in front of the door. She laid her purse and coat on the dining room table and walked toward the office. The door was ajar, so she slowly pushed it open.She shook her head in disgrace. Just as she had imagined. Holmes was passed out, naked while sitting in his chair. He was surrounded by empty bottles of cheap wine. His hair looked as if he had not combed it in weeks. Knots were prominent in his brown locks.His once smooth face now sported shaggy whiskers. His lips were stained red from the wine, and a trail of red ran down his muscular chest. Joan could feel her cheeks blush as she gazed upon his manhood. She had often wondered about the bulge in his trousers, and now she understood.His manly appendage laid upon the hairy bed of his testicles. It was cut, thick and long. Joan had never seen the likes. She shook her head of her thoughts. She walked to the sofa and took a blanket and draped it over çankaya escort his body.Holmes was once a respected investigator. He had cracked some of the toughest cases the State of Georgia had ever seen. He had been fearless. He would not think twice about being face to face with the most sinister of crime bosses, but now he was just a shell of the man he used to be.Joan unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse. She began to tidy up the work area. She opened the curtains, the sun was beginning to burn off the fog. She opened the window to allow fresh air to cover the stench in the room.After ten years as part of the Bureau, Holmes was tired of the bureaucracy. He felt the rules of engagement was hindering him to find justice. Being a bachelor, he had no one depending upon him, so he went out on his own and opened a private investigation agency. His reputation for leaving no stone unturned quickly spread. His business quickly became a success.Joan pulled her long blonde hair into a ponytail as she tried to get the office in order. Holmes?s success was the reason she was there. She was hired to be his secretary. Her job was supposed to be to keep records and keep the books balanced. However, her quick wit had become an asset to the business. Rarely was she not at Holmes?s side during an investigation. Together they had discovered many cheating spouses and ruthless scoundrels. They had shared countless cups of strong coffee and as many hours on stakeouts.A moan interrupted Joan?s thoughts. She turned and saw him stirring. She watched as his hand brushed against his bearded face. She was surprised how rus escort she had never before noticed his big, strong hands. She imagined how they would feel gripping her hips. She fanned the opening of her blouse as perspiration began to appear on her bosom.Again he interrupted her thoughts. He lifted his leg as flatulence escaped his anus. In disgust, Joan went back to her work. She wondered how a man could be so foul. His movement caught her eye. She watched as he scratched his hairy testicles. She knew he was not aware of her presence, but also knew it would not have mattered.?Holmes, Holmes!? She attempted to get his attention. ?Get your nasty ass up, and go take a shower, you stink.? Joan pushed against his head with her delicate hand.Holmes turned, his eyes were bloodshot and barely opened. He smacked his lips together. ?Fuck you Joan, and what in the hell are you doing here?? Holmes stood, the blanket that had covered his body fell to the floor. Joan attempted to keep her eyes off but she couldn't help it. She took a quick glimpse of his beautiful penis as it freely hung between his legs.?I don't know about you, but I have bills to pay, and they aren't getting paid when you are sitting on your lazy ass having a pity party. Now go take a shower, we have a case.?Joan turned and angrily threw a stack of papers in the waste basket. She hated him most of the time. He was rude and crude, but he was the most brilliant man she knew. He had been on the sidelines too long. She owed it to him to get him motivated.When she turned, Holmes had left the office. She walked toward the door. She heard water running in the eryaman escort background, and hoped that when he returned he would at least smell better. She walked back over to the desk. She moved a box that had been sitting there. Under the box, she saw the file.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------It had happened about four months ago. It was a typical day at the office. Holmes had just finished up a case where a man had been trying to cheat on his insurance. The man claimed to have been injured from a fall, to the point he couldn't walk. After weeks of tailing him, Holmes caught him chasing a woman around a motel room naked.While Holmes was gloating, a well dressed man knocked on the door. Joan opened it and invited him in. The man wanted to hire Holmes to follow his wife because he suspected her of cheating. Holmes explained the costs associated with the case, and the man quickly wrote out a check for the deposit.Joan despised cheating cases. It made her feel dirty. Cheaters rarely cheated inside their normal habitat. They would pick the dirtiest and cheapest motels to meet. The streets would be full of garbage and infested with thugs and hood rats, but it was a big part of the job.She took the man?s information, including his wife?s place of employment, description and make and model of her automobile. She smiled as she tried to convince the gentleman that his suspicions were only that, but in the back of her mind, she knew that his assumptions were probably correct.The case didn't last long. After a couple days of tailing the wife, Joan and Holmes followed her to a sketchy part of town. They parked in front of a motel as the wife was getting out of her car and walking toward the door to one of the rooms. Holmes got out of his car while Joan pulled out the binoculars.Holmes walked into a convenient store and purchased coffee.