"That suspect will be up here not later than that." Vargas power walked out of the station and into her car. Her phone buzzed her once more. "I gave y...u a gift. Did you like it?" The number was scrambled again. "FUCK YOU!!!" Vargas texted back. "I fuck. I fuck you like we did in Silver Lake. Or that time in Arizona. Or at the Austin Festival. Vargas growled. She squeezed the phone tightly in one hand, and reached for her baton. As soon as she opened the door, that familiar song played from it. Please, please give me a chance," I whined."I can't be bothered," she said haughtily and marched out. I was crying by now in frustration. I ached to be her slave. I wanted to worship her beautiful tits and cunt and serve her with my tongue and cock. But I was a failure. What could I do?I raced after her. "Mistress, if I enroll at the SexSlave Academy and get good grades will you let me try to serve you again?"She paused, turned and considered me thoughtfully. I sank to my knees before her in an. "Fine!" he responded abruptly before storming off. By now the baby had gone to sleep, but she hadn't noticed yet. She was fiddling with her bra. I guess she was going to nurse him, which wouldn't have been that big of a deal since we were the only ones left in the food court area. She had lifted up her shirt and totally exposed her breast to me. She then went to get the baby and noticed he had gone to sleep. She then glanced over at me as if to say "Oh well."I watched as she rolled her shirt. Well, how was I to know? She had smelled like Demie, right down to the sulfurous brimstone scent, which she explained afterward was from the bad eggs from her fridge. I looked up at the ceiling."You have a terrible sense of humor," I said to God. He had to be listening, right?And then Demie walked in through the front door wearing her human form, her face a combination of the dead 60's singer Janis Joplin, Demi Moore, and my ex-girlfriend Laura. That's where the resemblance stopped, though, as.