C.P. (vehicle check point) south of Armagh City, I walked up to it and told the police sergeant who I was, he handed me an ear piece, a throat mike an... a sterling sub machine gun, I ask you, a bloody sterling! Then he let me use the phone and I called the boss in Belfast, he admitted that we were flying blind. "All we know Dave, is that a grey Bedford van with a red front offside wing is carrying the stuff northwards, there can't be too many vans answering that description and the chances of. It was him, it had to be. She was a normal woman: she had a good job, good friends, didn't have a criminal record, lived in a nice apartment, and had a nice car. There was really nothing in her life that she had to complain about. Oh sure, she had a few extra pounds, but don't most moms? Oh yes, she was a mom, a good one. Anyone looking at her life, they would say she had it all together. Sure, she was a single mom, but she was strong, she had made things work and she was doing amazingly well. Her pace quickened and so did her breathing. She couldn't decide what she was enjoying more, the sight of herself in the mirror or the processes that were going on down below. She began to rub frantically with delight; she was really enjoying this and becoming very excited at the thought that she would in fact be able to see her orgasm, not just feel it, like always. It wasn't long before it came, the pleasurable feeling that she had become accustomed to, the slight rise in her temperature but. ”Pressing her feet against his shoulders, she pushed hard into him, rolling backwards. Slipping herself out of his grasp, she tumbled back onto her knees in front of him. Standing up, she put her hands on her hips defiantly.“I’m going to punch you in the fucking face for calling me weak, then I’m leaving,” she hissed. He stood up slowly, making a point to stand to his full height, towering over her. She did have experience fighting men like him but she usually had a weapon.By usually, she meant.