We continued to play a few more holes and she would jerk me as I drove from shot to shot. I convinced her to give me a few sucks now and again, but fi...ured nothing more was happening. We realized we had finished everything in our cooler, and needed to restock. So we drove up to the halfway house bar to get a few more supplies. The course really was empty that day because we were the only two at the bar besides the bartender. She was a hot young college girl, home on break. She had on the. Your pain. I am here because, unlike Yahweh, I answer those who serve me.”Jessica swallowed. She didn't want to seem impudent, but the question had been burning within her for days. It had to be asked.“Why didn't you tell me I had a weakness?”“Simple. I didn't know.”Jessica's disposition shifted, fading from concerned inquiry to one of utter incredulity. Her next question was obvious. “How could one of the oldest and wisest beings in the galaxy not know that? The effects of your own. I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.”Crenshaw broke from attention and replied, “No, sir, not a problem. Welcome to the MPD, sir.”“It’s more like welcome back, Sergeant. I learned my trade here back in the old days. Have a seat, please.” I motioned towards the seat in front of my desk that Ramirez had just vacated. “Sergeant, what do you think we need to do around here? Everybody seems to think the MPD needs fixing. Agree? Disagree?”“Nothing that can’t be fixed, sir.”“How?”“Discipline.. ?Look at me,? he stated.?Simon this isn’t funny anymore.??Good.??Good. Then please move,? I said half-assedly pushing against his thighs. He jerked my hair again. Harder this time.?No.? ?Simon, Simon please. This is not funny.? I repeated starting to panic.?Open your mouth,? he said ignoring me.For a fleeting second I thought about doing something ridiculously clich? like mentioning Carmen and how Simon was standing with his cock out in front of his brother’s girlfriend. But I figured stating.