Turning her head to look at me, she dropped the dress to the floor, leaving her in bra, panties and 'come fuck me' heels. As I watched, she unhooked h...r bra and let it fall off her shoulders, down her arms to the floor. Then while I gawked at her bare breasts, Ashley reached down and hooked her thumbs in the waist band of her panties. A second or so later she was lowering them off her hips, exposing her bare slit. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Ashley smiled and spread her legs. Taking. When I recovered consciousness I didn't bother lifting my head from the desk."Tell me again, Stoneface, that this is not a prison. I'd just like to see if you can still say the lie to my face," I said.Her intense anger washed over me and I felt, in my mind, her finger dart for the pain button. I kept my head on the desk, determined not to give her the pleasure of seeing my dread. I felt her pause, her finger inches from the button. She was filled with great frustration, even anguish."Take her. "This better be good - I'm about to clock out" I say with a shade of exasperation."So long as you've got your badge on, your ass belongs to me Hartwell. I got a fresh case for you" she says with a smirk.Fuck. I was so close to finishing an uneventful day."All right boss, what's on the menu today? Werewolves showing up in Ukraine? Dead zombies poking their pretty little faces up outta the soil?" You wish Hartwell. You wish. Head down to 52 Sumner Street, Apartment Unit D601 we got reports on 3. .. If we do survive our adventures at all, we will have lots to tell to our grandchildren. But look here: time to eat. You set the table and take care of liquid refreshments whilst I do my little chef's act. I got lovely goodies here, you will see." Yes, sir, Alfred, boss. But this time you will do the dishes, your foolish behaviour cannot go unpunished."Alfred started banging around pots and pans, humming as he went, chuckling sometimes, laughing outright too, in short, he was once again full.