. there are thirty of us now. Wow! I feel bad for the cop who got killed, but he was clearly a hair-trigger kind of asshole. Had no business being on ...he Force, even nowadays. What was his name, anyway?” David asked with a still groggy voice, the morphine having not fully worn out yet.“Officer Lionel Calvin, but everyone called him ‘Slim.’ Apparently, a bit quick-tempered, to put it mildly. A hothead, plain and simple. Past incidents of police brutality were enough to warrant at least two. "Ava continued, "During the course of the night the guy will work his way over to us and introduce himself to my husband. Then he will ask my Sammie if he can dance with me."Ava went on, "Now when I dance, I like to feel my partner's body up against mine. Nothing provocative mind you but I do find it exciting when the guy's love bone starts pressing into me. These men were away from home and lonely so when they danced with me, they would get their feels in and I would let them. I would get so. I enjoy knowing they want to fuck me, being so close, being inside me in fact, but still not getting the stimulation they want and crave.” She gyrated her hips, just a little, sending a sliver of pleasure through my body that only made me ache for more. “And sometimes, I like to tease them.” Another gyration, another tantalising moment of pleasure. “Mmm, I love feeling the way your body rises to it, wanting it, and then its sigh of disappointment when it vanishes again.” I practically burst out. "Not much meat there." Carol!" Yes, Gordy?" Can we make this woman bigger?" She gotta make babies. Mebbe two three babies." I guess we'd better practice."Carol roared. I now held a crimson professor by the hand."I took off my underpants," she whispered."I get it ... easy access." Right." By the way, what's your name? I can't keep calling you 'professor'." You could, it might be interesting." Hmmm." Randi." After last night, I know that." No. That's my name. Randi. With an 'I' at the end." Randi.