"So what if you had to arrest someone for something you didn't think was a crime? Would you arrest them anyway? What if you thought drinking Should be...a crime and you saw someone drunk? Would you arrest them? What gives you the right to choose these things for everyone else? What makes you so damn special?" she asked licking her lolipop standing suducivly making him question everything he ever believed in, "See, you've arrested people just because you didn't like them. Then you gave them a. "More than fine. I really enjoyed it. Thank you." You really are into that? Denial, I mean?" Well, I never did it with someone before, but the idea turned me on." Wow. But that must make you feel pretty helpless."Diane gave Heather a weak smile. "That's the idea, Heather. I know you probably don't understand."Heather sat up and shrugged. "So long as you enjoyed it, that's all that matters."Diane sat up as well, her breathing normal again. "Um, Heather ... were you serious about what you said?. This particular day though, I thought I spied the outline of a strap-onunder her slacks. So I paid special heed to being particularly wantonand sensual in my dancing for her. Beals' character, Alex Owens, was astripper after all. God, if I could have Jennifer's figure! Yum!Anyway, after about half an hour of my doing my best to "get a rise outof" Ms. Cambrai, she turned off the music and told me to come over toher and see how good my skills were at giving lap dances. I was in herlap in a. It was amazing. We broke up because he cheated on me. Let me be clear, this isn't my fault. Ben was satisfied sexually, but he was young. I was talking about settling down and having kids. He was talking about clubbing for the whole weekend and getting absolutely wasted. Then he got a little slag on the side. I don't know how he did it. We had sex at least everyday, sometimes twice. So how he managed to fuck that slut as well? I'll never know. You'd think I miss him, but I don't. His loss. But.