Freedom to be who I wanted to be. Freedom not to be caught in the box of pre-prescribed gender. Yes, I understood how Ben felt I humiliated him first,...and wanted a release. But this was just bad blood building on bad blood. We needed to get that out of the way, and start, if possible, with a clean slate.I picked up the phone and dialed Ben's cell phone number, he picked up almost instantly, "Ben its Patricia." There was a long pause, "Lance" he said simply. His tone of voice was devoid of. We were in the protective suits we used when Mayor Blum and his group came in and were led to us by Ching Lee.We went at the fight for five more minutes before we were both on the mats gasping for breath.“Follow us over to the locker and we can talk while we change out of this gear,” I said.While we were changing I asked if there had been any more new developments in the investigation.“There was another packet of pictures and a letter dropped off at a mail box in Essex this afternoon. It was an. Look." Sara turned her back to them and touched her toes. "See, no exposure." Her round behind was well exposed, but the tight blue cloth covered her sex, outlining every fold. Before Sara could straighten up, both Bev and Jerry had their hands on her, caressing her. She stayed bent for a moment, then rose and hugged them both. "Sillies, you're both as bad as I am. Anyway, I think it will have the right effect on Steve." No one disputed her.When the time came, Jerry left for his office, hugging. The two officers standing in the living room, each holding their firearm, pointing at the three drunk men, when a fourth officer arrived. This new officer wasn’t just a regular cop, he was well know for being one bad mother fucker who certainly didn’t take any mercy on criminals. The drunken men quickly became sober as their eyes fell upon the cop everyone knew as Big John. Standing before them, stood 6’7′ of pure meat and muscle, weighing in at somewhere close to 300 or so pounds. There seemed.