He grabbed an action flick from the shelf."Alright! Let's go." She stood up and sleepily walked back to her bedroom. Chris popped the movie into the p...ayer and sat down on the bed. He glanced over at Heather and she quickly pointed a finger away."Hey! No peeking!" She said playfully.He quickly looked away, "Sorry."She slid off her pajama pants and quickly ducked under the safety of the bed sheets."O.K"He laughed at the fact that she was so shy around him after two years, but he respected her. I can imagine you want to take that piercingfor a test run," Chelsea said, seeing how Marcy didn't appear to want tosay anything she just left with a wink.Marcy was completely stunned, apparently decent gloryholes did exist andthis certainly was as good as she could imagine this task getting. Likelast time Chelsea had been very nice to her and completely nonjudgemental. She probably was the only person right now who didn't seemto push or want anything from her.Even Lisa was far pushier, but. ‘Sergeant Anderson, you wanted to see me?’ Ryan asked, keeping it professional. ‘Yes, get changed. We’re going out.’ ‘But, aren’t you not supposed to hang around junior enlisted?’ Ryan asked fearfully. ‘Listen, I told Lauren I’d watch over you guys, now how can I do that if I’m not with you?’ He thought for a minute, standing there as we got changed. ‘Good point,’ he said finally. ‘Good, now go get changed, we got a town to burn down.’ —- Nine days, nine days without a phone call or a letter.. "He looks like a deputy sheriff," Sam mused. "And me -- I'm the one who looks like a damned realtor."It was true. Sam Wicks was no stereotypical police officer. He was barely five-foot nine inches tall, and when he'd begun his law enforcement career at the DEA, he'd weighed in at only 152 pounds. Now, 15 years and almost as many pounds later, he was a reasonably fit 45-year-old who'd recently surrendered and switched to bifocals.Back in what now seemed like the Glacier Age, Sam had completed.