.." she said shyly without facing me."Wait, you mean the whole rent?" I asked incredulously."Why not? I thought you'd want that?" she said. She looked...up at me this time. She had a serious look on her face, almost as though I'd insulted her."It's not that ... It's just ... I mean that's a lot of 'service' ... and money. I still have expenses on this apartment, remember? You have to contribute something to the rent." It's just..." she looked down again. "It's just ... like you said ... before,". “They tried,” I replied.“I hope the bastard bled to death slowly and painfully,” she hissed, then hugged me again, this time crying into my chest.I was still standing there consoling her when the front door opened and four more FBI agents entered. The woman and girl with them looked shell-shocked, but the family resemblance was easy to spot. “They’re here,” I told Cheryl. She was out of my arms and across the room to hug her mother and sister so fast that the agents didn’t have time to react.. ‘I was her training officer when she came on board a little over four years ago. None of us were very happy with the whole ‘equal opportunity’ thing and some of the younger guys did and said some things that were wrong. Anyone who worked with her back then knew she was different. She’d been a military cop for almost four years and been to Vietnam. She’d seen some nasty shit over there. She won a Bronze Star with V for her actions when sappers got inside the air base in Danang. She was. In the house Papa would only hug me softly but I could never get close to him like he had a wall between us. I wanted him to touch me. Boys at school would grope me but I wanted something more. One night when I was 16 I was dancing in here with papa watching. I touched myself, not purposely mind you; my hand grazed my nipple and set me on fire. My hands caressed my breasts and brought my nipples up pointing to the sky. My right hand caressed my ass and my left tweaked my nipples bringing.