But first we had to pack up our gear.We had been interviewed separately so we got no chance to speak of the events of the morning. It was not until we...sat in a borrowed car on the way back to our safe house that we actually got to speak ... or try to speak.Tess was very quiet and not responsive, so I just drove in silence.The safe house was only known to us, and was the place that we used to escape the pressures of the assignment and to communicate with our handlers.When we arrived I parked. ‘I didn’t—I don’t care. What are you doing here?’ She demanded. ‘Please, at least sit down. I’d like to talk.’ ‘You locked the doors?’ She complained, walking closer. The man chuckled at her, either from amusement or frustration. He leaned onto his feet, took her hand and led her to sit beside him. Emeline would get her revenge but, first, she wanted to hear what the man had to say. A short conversation would reveal any good information, and then she would stab him. She sat under his. Then in a bit more loud and stern voice, he commanded, “Lynn, prepare yourself.” Lynn reached underneath the pillow on which she was kneeling and pulled out a blindfold that Michael had placed there. She slowly and deliberately covered her eyes with it and tied it behind her head. Then, she unfastened the clasp at the front of her bra and shrugged it off behind her.Everyone in the room - Michael, Angie, Bill, Marie, and Dawn - all couldn’t help but stare in admiration at her breasts, her. The two officers exchanged glances. They had watched the tape of their attack on the two suspects. A few of the police had remarked that usually it was a tape of police beating a suspect that showed up on the television. They joked how the tables would be turned if this tape showed up on television. A few wondered if there would be the kind of outrage that would show up if police were involved with a situation like that.“The four of you nearly crossed the line. If they had dropped their.