Neon green, heavy-duty canvas. There was some struggling that was quickly over once one of the prisoners was introduced to a shock baton.Just before t...e hood was placed over Clyde’s head, the Major smiled at him. “We’ll be talking later, Clyde. I have a million questions for you and your friends. Just a friendly conversation, to get caught up on what you’ve been up to since we last talked.”Once the three were secured, Major Simpson nodded to his Captain. With that, the prisoners were taken away. The feyhound's body was badly damaged, on the verge of failing. If it were a normal proxy, my spirit should would have been ejected, the vessel too destroyed to hold me. Instead, Aingeal flowed in. While she couldn't move it, she could use her magic, mixing her spirits to heal and protect and fight for us.I flowed into the feyhound, inhabiting the body. My own flesh fell away. It was there, in the back of my mind, but I wasn't paying attention. It was just a... shadow in my mind. If something. What ever, I thought.we get to the bar, and I go straight to the bathroom to look in the mirror. I looked fine I thought. What ever, stop over thinking and go have fun I say to my self. So I go meet them at the bar. ( we come here often, know the main bartender who always charges us $50 , no matter what we order, and we always tip $100. Kind of our unsaid agreement. Mike loves his whiskey, and I love my vodka cranberry.. we normally get really drunk!) Because this is the goto Tuesday local. He could tell Teresa was beginning to really get into this as well.Another slow blues tune began and Teresa and Jeff slowed down the dancing. Jeff's hands roamed all over Teresa's backside as they slowly danced closely to one another. Occasionally, Teresa would throw a glance Brian's way looking to see his reaction. Brian's eyes told her to keep going, he was enjoying the show. With that bit of encouragement, Teresa became more daring. She turned her backside to Jeff and arched her ass into his.