“Ok?" “But this is what you change into to ‘get comfortable while a strange man is in our house?’” he asked, clearly not buying a word of ...hat I was saying. “It’s just a stupid bra!” I shouted in frustration, as I ran up the stairs hoping my anger would back him off. While in the bedroom I quickly changed my shirt and grabbed my cell phone to check my messages. Sure enough, there was a text from John. “I bet your pussy is aching for my dick,” it read. “Yes! This is torture,” I. "Last time I checked Miss, officers in the course of their investigations didn't need appointments, only warrants. Perhaps I should VID a Federal Judge and get one sent over here." She risked on more question hoping the officer would understand she was working to get him inside but more importantly, a way from her desk."Who can I tell him is calling?" Detective Marion Callahan. Rouston Police Services Department." Police? Her eyes popped open at the mention of the word police and Melinda. And I love her." That got Al's attention very quickly, and he asked sharply, "What did you say, Gary, old buddy?" Gary took a stance and repeated, "Yes, you heard right, I love her." Al folded like an emptying inflatable, and said with a cracking voice, "Please leave for a few hours, Gary. I'll get in touch with Elaine to hear what she thinks about it." Gary hesitated to go, but when Al started to get up, he said, "Okay, okay, I'll be back within three hours. Please, Al, give me a chance to. Two state police cars arrived at the scene at almost the same time from opposite directions. One officer took charge of the traffic situation, which by now had grown into a sizeable backup, while another took a look in the cab and then came back to Dale."What is your name Sir?" the officer asked."Dale Young." Did you see the accident happen?" he asked."Not really," Dale said realizing that he would have to alter the truth just a bit to cover for the fact that there were no skid marks from his.