It's his payday." She bent over picking up a box and showed me her nice round ass. All she wore was a pair of cut off jeans that were cut up to her cr...tch. I could see a nice pair of red panties.My shaft was going to enjoy her being around as much as I was going to. "So, do you think you'll like living with an 'over the hill' farmer?" I asked her looking to her nice 36 c breasts.She started to the house with a few boxes. "Yes! You're not old. It fact, I think you're very sexy Uncle John." She. " I said walking up to her."Thanks Jeff, these are kind of heavy." She said with a laugh.I followed her into her kitchen and set her groceries on the counter where she had indicated. While she put her groceries away, I hung around talking with her, mostly about college and such, but the whole time my eyes kept going to her tits, pressing against her blouse.Kelsey turned to thank me one last time, and as she looked at my eyes, she froze. I held her gaze, my eyes never blinking, never. Then two more well dressed men came on stage with a chair for Janice was escorted to the chair. With that the announcer said “Let the show begin!” When this started Janice jumped up and was grab-ed by her arms by the two men. She was helpless and could do nothing but watch. Now they turned their attention to Janice! They took her blouse off. While she was struggling her stockings were in full view to the audience, again to the whistles and cat calls. Then they removed her bra, skirt and. I’ll grant you that the cops are a mixed bag, always were. Some good, some bad, some mediocre. Like any other profession, of course. Blasting the fuzz as always evil is highly simplistic.“And now, of course, they have their own police in some form, to help enforce their various anti-capitalist statutes. Waste groceries and produce? That’s a fine, maybe a beating, too. I wouldn’t be shocked. Rough street justice is kinda to be expected from street toughs and armed revolutionary types. Underpay.