En un an, elles ont réussis a avoir le meilleur taux d'emprisonnement et d'arrestation du pays (ben oui, de la région, c'était trop simple).Mais ma...heureusement, elles furent gagnées par la flemmardise ambiante du commissariat et elles finirent comme les autres. Elles préfèrent baiser ou boire que d'arrêter les criminels sauf si c'est des femmes. Pourquoi ? Mais parce qu'elles sont lesbiennes et que pour elles, c'est cool de se taper des prisonnières.... Même sans leurs consentements.Cela fait. She giggled some more as Matt walked away in mock disgust to look at the collection of magazines on the back wall. “I didn’t mean it,” she purred in his ear once she had caught him up, her hand brushing against the crotch of his jeans, which was beginning to be pulled taunt by his slowly swelling cock. Noticing this, she leant in closer to his ear, asking him in a whispered voice if he wanted to get out of here. Noticing the look on her face, and the glint in her eye, he quickly agreed,. " Sure you did. Come on, you said you'd tell me." Uhm, is pizza okay?" I asked, hearing her stomach growl."Yeah, it's this way. Now stop stalling and spill it. Otherwise I'm eating alone." Okay, but if I do tell you the truth, you have to promise not to freak, okay?" Freak? Listen, kid, you're talking to a girl who flies a helicopter with a blade span of twenty feet over an amusement park that has more power lines and shit up there than a forest of telephone poles. I don't freak." I used a. "How many times have you been in Stockholm?" Ann asked John."I was with MI5 here for a couple of years. It's a very nice place though a bit cold in the winter."About fifteen minutes later John signaled that they had to get off of the subway train at the next stop. After they got off of the car they walked up the stairs and Ann saw that she was in a medieval city, just like the postcards that she had looked at when she was young. In front of her was a beautiful old building."That's the Grand.