Normally you'd think the one in the ruckus with a policeman would end up in jail, and normally he would. But I wasn't normal, hadn't been since three ...orty-seven yesterday afternoon.Policemen aren't the only ones I don't like though. I don't like lawyers, judges, most bureaucrats, or any politicians of any party. To top it all off I don't like terrorists worth a shit either and preachers aren't fit company for anybody as far as I'm concerned.In fact, I was looking a little bit forward to my. The only nice thing was that it gave me a glimpse of her round, firm calves and the feet squeezed into a pair of medium heels. She was delivering a package again."Hello," I said, nonchalantly, or as best I could manage."How are you today?" she asked.Horny as a bull, I wanted to answer. "Fine," I said. I took the package from her as she stood at the edge of my desk. I looked up at her. She looked at me. I kept looking, thinking of the show she'd given me yesterday of her massive tits trying to. There were a host of other discussions after this to do with logistics, placements and reinforcements, but nothing significant. Once outside, Morgana summoned Arch who turned up with Róisín and went over the proposed mission along with Simone.“Well, I believe we can get there. But so much of what happens next seems to be down to chance and assuming the Daoine Sidhe will behave like Daoine Sidhe. There also might be the issue that the slaves may be suffering from Stockholm syndrome and turn us. I goosed Doug lightly. "You're a perfect asshole," I told him."Thanks, I needed that."So they stood up, wiped off their crotches with their trunks and turned around with their trunks hiding all the goodies. We stared at each other for five long seconds then all the girls tossed their suits at the guys and started chasing them."Doug, if I catch you, YOU'RE MINE!" Argh!" Terrified screams. "A fate worse than death!"Our "chases" were brisk walks which took into consideration the wet tile, the.