"I'm sorry, officer. I was in a hurry and..." License and registration, ma'am." Officer, I don't mean to be rude," Cat said as she dug in her purse fo... her license, "but could you show me some ID. I need to be sure you're a real policeman." That's quite alright, ma'am. I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours."Cat handed her ID through the window and the policeman flipped open a small wallet. Side by side were a badge and an official looking picture ID identifying him as a member of the. I never really paid any mind to his solidarity because in a way I understood it. I had hellish thoughts that enveloped my consciousness, but a man ought to bury those sins deep in his heart and forget them as father would have said. Later that day, Katherine was out in our back room bathing. I was lying on my bed reading Dostoyevsky, completely hypnotized by his literary cunning, until I heard my mother screech. It was faint and muffled, it had a familiar sound and I knew I had heard it before.. "Come in here Timmy!" he heard Madge's voice coming from her room a fewmoments later.Timmy dragged himself up from the couch and started across the largeliving room then down the hallway. He could feel the smooth pantyhosesliding under his jeans. He could see the bedroom light on and heard Madgein the bedroom. He entered nervously as Madge fussed with something ather dresser."I guess pizza is ok for tonight aunt Madge," he said, like that mighthave been the reason she'd called him into her. You see what Susan couldn't ... er ... fucking believe, as she so succinctly put it, is that she was under forty minutes this morning three days after she struggled to get under fifty meaning that in four days Susan has knocked eleven and a half minutes off her time. And that's not all; last night Susan made it to double figures on the wall bars for the first time.When Vikki heard of Susan's effort this week she was out of her seat in a shot and giving Susan a hug as she gripped her buttocks.