. ! Nevertheless, he still belonged to her, regardless of the legal hold that blonde little bitch of a wife had on him! No one took Lydia Newell's pla...-things away from her!Suddenly, she shot at Morgan: "Does Mark know that Caesar and that other sonofabitch dog attacked and raped me?" Hell, everybody in the valley knows it, Lydia," the big, middle-aged Chief of Police replied, running a beefy hand through his grey-hair. "Look... come into the kitchen and have some coffee. I've got a bit of. Don't get mad, just hear me out. I danced with Susan, but there is more. Later outside I kissed her. She said Brian is leaving her, and she was crying a bit. I don't think the breakup will be very hard on her, but she is all alone. I was holding her, and trying to comfort her. I did not realize at first just how starved for affection she is. Anyway, we kissed some, and I was hugging her, and rubbing her back, when she took my hand and put it on her breast."Linda was looking at me, but seeing no. I must say the silence was awkward. She knew what she was doing though. She held my hand and we walked towards my apartment. Once inside, she put down her sleep over bag and looked around my apartment. She was wearing a long coat down to her knees and cute little high heeled shoes and asked me if it was ok to take her coat off. I nodded as she slowly undid the belt. I could tell before she took off the coat that she had a great pair of tits because they were clearly pushing through the coat. As. Either way, I went dissapointedly back to another chair, closer to the door, and sat next to a man sitting down behind me, reading through a newspaper." Still nothing eh, Rank " he whispered, his voice just audible to me." Same old, same old," I whispered back.Now, I'm sure you are confused at the moment. Who was this guy talking to me? What connection did he have to a MIA agent? This, that... well, here's the answer. He was also one. A damn good one that I am happy to announce as a partner..