Yeah, that’s where I got the idea for writing about ‘Charles, Claire & Kalista.’It was 1964, and I was eight years old. The Cotillion was happen...ng in the Knights of Columbus’s hall in our town on Tuesday nights. Two weeks after school was over - I was expected to put on my Sunday best; white shirt, black pants and tie – and was dropped off.Funny, now that I think about it. The boys were all ‘dropped off’, while many of the girl’s moms or dads stayed. Looking at it now, it was probably a way. We are understrength about thirty officers, and I’ll probably lose some more once I start tightening things up. I stopped over at the Cherokee last week, and it was a sorry picture. Even off duty, cops look like cops. These guys didn’t. No idea how bad the white shirts are going to be. The council gave me three years, and I’m going to need every minute of it.”He grunted in acknowledgement. “You going to hire on the open market?”“I might not have any choice. Even if I could find some new. I saw the reflection and it looked really obscene. So I then put on fancy stockings, a short black leather skirt that barely covered my ass and a soft red silk top. My heels were only five inches; but they were so fucking sexy…Then I drove my car until a mall situated not so far from town. I got out the parking lot and headed into the stores.It was a nice summer day, just before lunch.I was there hoping to find a big black cock that had come to the mall looking for a sale. The very thought had. Then officer made each of them stand near the wall and clicked three pictures of Swati and three pictures of Ramya. These pictures included their front, right and left profiles.Both besties were beautiful and mesmerizing ladies. Many people used to compliment them that they looked like models. They had a fair complexion, but Ramya looked a little fairer as her skin tone was very smooth.Swati was around 5.3 inches in height, and body weight was around 51 kilograms. She had black silky long hairs.