He was about ready to shoot the man on the ground when he heard a voice, as if from a vast distance, tell him that all was well.Roland relaxed his pul... on the bow. The figure on the ground groaned."Kill me!" he gasped to Roland."Why?" Roland asked curiously."You don't understand. I was possessed. I can't take the chance of that thing coming back. Please, kill me now," the man repeated his request in a pained voice."No. The thing that had inhabited you is gone. That is why I came here, to see it. Really, the plan couldn't have worked any better! I showed the Sergeant the chest and the suspicious bastard wouldn't let me open it, in case there was a gun or another weapon resting on top. Fair enough ... there was a gun, an old military 1911 issue .45 Colt right on top of the junk pile, albeit unloaded. The Sergeant grinned and I could watch him mentally relax as he started to unload the rest of the junk out the box. He was obviously smug, certain that he had outfoxed my clever plan to grab. Patty winced as she sat. She stared at the table and spoke to no one in particular. "I thought I was getting the raw end of the deal when he came in her mouth and I had to suck him off while she got to sit there like a queen at dinner. Then I had to eat her out, while he finished off the champagne and he started in on my asshole. Damn, he fucked me till I thought his dick had turned into a white hot poker. I never... , ever... , thought I'd be glad to have a man come in my ass, but I was sure. Inside the elevator, they worked me over with their brass knuckles and leather-covered saps using expert maximum leverage in dishing out pain with minimal visible damage. Those L.A. cops were highly skilled in that area not at all like the Vegas fuzz with their heavy-handed interrogation techniques. Their Captain would have been proud to watch them at work in close quarters holding me up and not allowing me to fall to the elevator floor and possibly breaking a leg or an arm in the process.The.