" I lied. "It'll probably take me another hour or so to get there." OK, I'll be waiting." He replied."Want me to bring a pizza?" I asked. "I'll get a ...arge one with anchovies." Garth and I both hated anchovies, and during our younger days, any reference to anchovies had evolved to be a little code between us. Mostly we'd used it as a signal on double dates back during high school days when Garth could drive and I couldn't. He was a cool older cousin, and he'd chauffer me around, but if he made. That’s how I looked at it, anyway, but I can tell you, watching over Paula was no hardship, because she was pretty easy on the eye, even in her police uniform. After we started driving around together, I thought I’d suss out if she had a man in her life, but when she told me her guy was an infantry lance corporal, I decided she was off limits. Nobody with any brains messes around with a girl whose boyfriend carries an assault rifle at work. About an hour into our shift, we arrested a young guy. "Stop moving so much," Matt ordered."I can't help it." Figure out how."I scowled at him. He was such an ass. My brother and I didn't hate each other by any means, but he was the last person you'd want around in any kind of high-emotion situation. He just didn't have the patience for dealing with anybody with what he saw as irrational fears.Yeah, like plummeting to the ground with no possible way of being saved was irrational.Our journey went on, and I tried my hardest to just relax like my dad. ”I was complexly shocked by these words, my horny little sister was just like me.“So….who were you thinking of” she said, hoping to change the subjectyou and Mike, I replied to her, her jaw dropped, he took these pictures of me when I wasn’t looking, I showed Rachel the pictures sellotaped in the magazine, she looked at them for a long time, I could see a dark wet patch on her bikini bottoms.I pulled the covers back off me to reveal my wet pussy, as I pulled my pajama bottoms and pants.