He then came and picked me up in his hands like a baby and started kissing me softly on the face and lips and said “Bacchi bacchi randiyan rote nahi...” . While saying this, his hands were constantly touching my naked ass and he was pressing them and fondling them while saying this. Then Bunty laid me down on the bed once more and asked me to push forward my body in doggie position. Then all of a sudden I saw Bunty take out a bottle of oil from his pocket and put some oil on my ass. I was. “Because,” She looked down at her dead partner. “I never believed we were supposed to collect the alien. Destroy and dispose. They’d been lying to me.”“What do we do?” Adam stood up as the fire roared high. He looked over everyone.“You have to be a kid. Be a dad.” His mother looked around. “Just be my boy.”“We need to look after these girls.”“If we go back, Mom and Dad, and the church will find a way to take our kids from you. We’ll move with the church and the chosen ones will come with us.”. The talking stopped and my heart was pounding again. Then the door opened and a face appeared, “Alo?” said the face. When it said something in German I pushed the door open and put my hand over a woman’s mouth. She went backwards and we fell on a bed with my bayonet pressed at her throat. But a second voice said. “No Danielle, Englander, shhh”. “No” I whispered. “American”. As I pushed off the woman Danielle, my left hand inadvertently grabbed a huge firm breast. She was wearing a low cut. What an odd thing for someone like myself to ponder. My name is Anthony Saint-Pierre and I’m a six-foot-one, lean and athletic Black male in his mid-twenties living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. A proud member of the Haitian-American community. Currently, I’m a patrol officer with the Massachusetts State Police. It’s my second year on the job and so far I’m loving it. Hard to believe that three years ago I was a Criminal Justice student at UMass-Boston filled with uncertainties about.