Now Judith seemed to have bought into Clarence’s suggestion. “How about it, Randy? Are you up for a night of drinking, war stories, reliving Old C...llege Days and discussing breast feeding versus formula?”I looked at Emily out of the corner of my eye but her expression was unreadable. “Sure,” I said. “Why not?”A couple of hours later, Judith and I were in her little Kia, heading for Charlotte and Ken Markley’s house, where an informal, impromptu reunion of wild and crazy Hood College. “Yes, she is!” Ellen broke the silence, she pointed at Joan, “this futanari raped her, arrest her!” it seemed the word rape helped Shirley understand Officer Zona’s question. “Ellen please stop lying,” Shirley said, “Officer Zona, I did it all willingly, it’s really fun and feels great, you should try it too.”“Can you please do that to me?” Officer Zona asked Joan. Ellen couldn’t believe her ears, she tried to protest but Joan spoke first. “Of course dear, but first I need to have a talk with. 40 caliber automatic pistols. I had a radio, infra-red goggles and a shotgun with an aiming laser. I had goose loads in the magazine and one in the chamber. We split up to search the place. If we'd had more staff we'd have stayed in teams. If the security room was complete and staffed we'd have had some coordination. Coulda, Woulda, Shoulda. It was dark, it was quiet, it was scary. The whole place looked foreign and hostile in the dark. I resolved to get coordinates painted at each intersection. Hmm, I did do some surfing on the Internet, but what I saw there were photographs of paintings. I like visiting art museums, but they don't hang many watercolor paintings. I'm self-taught, Gloria; trial and error, that's it. Name some famous watercolorists for me and I'll look into them." He kissed along the side of her neck.Gloria shivered with pleasure and reached for his partial hard-on. "Hmm, I like Charles Demuth and Winslow Homer. I own one watercolor painted by each. Look into Zoltan.