Then came the familiar questions, the same as when I’d been arrested, and I repeated my answers. Eventually, Bad Cop yelled at me, saying I needed t... tell the truth, and he stormed out of the room, slamming the door. I was shaking and, after a few moments silence, Good Cop said I was in big trouble. Like I didn’t know that!“Glenda, I know the crack wasn’t yours,” he said quietly, “but it was in your possession, in your purse. You did well by telling us where it was… but it’s still technically. “Ethan,” I say between kisses. “I can’t,” he says into my mouth angrily, and kisses me harder, still holding my face steady. My eyebrows pull together and I whimper. His hot skin beneath my fingers, his grip on me, his words. It’s all pulling me in. “God damn it,” I groan, and wrap my arms around him. Our intensity increases, and my face hurts, but I couldn’t give a shit right now. I want to feel it, to feel him. My nails scratch his back as his fingers find the button on my jeans, and. Even the dorky young guy at least had the guts to make an approach. Finally Mina stood just a couple steps away from the vocalist. She crossed her arms across her chest, perking her breasts up, making and holding direct eye contact. The scruffy musician finished his song, and leaned into the mic. ‘I love the audience here, you’re all wonderful! Especially this one right here!’ The musician stepped over to Mina, and slipped an arm around her waist. Mina flicked a peace sign with her fingers as a. ..” we chortled. “Well I s’pose you could, but he’s transgender, like I told you.”“Yeah, yeah but he’s ugly too. I like a man with some looks as well as a big cock...”“Ah well, there you are. I saw him on the shower yesterday for the first time, he works some weird shifts, so we’re rarely there the same times, but they’d had some sort of meeting and he was involved, like him trying to recruit more of his type, you know trans ... that sort of thing. Well in the shower, you remember we’ve got.