“I hope you don't mind my intrusion.”The voice belonged to a very attractive, elegant, middle-aged woman with flame-red hair who was holding a lar...e golfing umbrella over them.The girl smiled glad, at least for a moment to be free of this incessant downpour.“Do you have far to go?”“No, I...” the girl paused, something inside telling her that there was no need to pretend. “Well, yes, I suppose I do really. A little way yet.”The woman smiled.“I have an apartment just over the road. Why not come. ’ I reached for the mike, ‘Central, David 37 we’re 10-8 and 10-76’ I noted the address. Fuck, domestic disturbance call, I don’t need this shit tonight. Bart hit the lights and we rolled to the call. Most every type of call is routine after a while, but a 10-16 domestic is never the same. This is one of the most dangerous situations you can walk into. With emotions so high, a small argument can turn violent in an instant. Both parties can be the aggressors, and the police are usually looked at. "How you feeling?" I'm OK," said the man."I just need to finish my report," said Mitch. "Just need to ask a few questions." OK," said the man."What's your name, for one thing?" I don't remember."Mitch was trying to watch the artery that ran up the throat on both sides of the neck. While liars could train their eyes not to give them away, they couldn't control their pulse. He was distracted by an accent he couldn't quite place, but which sounded familiar."No idea at all?" asked Mitch."They said. She also had her bra off, light white T-shirt on and night shorts(no panties)under the shirt. I had started to rub her back under her shirt and rubbing her tits from behind. I was again working her shirt up with the intention of showing her to anyone outside our hotel room.I had worked it up to her neck in back and pretty far up in the front, I think the bottom of her tits where showing. That is how I lift her shirt higher and higher, up the back first then over her head so it looks like a.