"I am?" Alessandra looked down at her hard nipples and her still dampvagina, and her swimsuit gathered down around her smooth thighs. Shesuddenly re...lized the truth - Hans was an evil, cowardly, ugly, horribleslavedriver. A total loser. A little tinpot dictator who got what hehad coming. And probably a terrible lover. He couldn't satisfy her.She had been under a horrible spell, and now the scales had fallen fromher eyes - the spell was broken!Or partly broken, at least.She steeled. The constable captain and the magister were permanently removed from their posts. I walked into our office and glanced at Clark.She grinned as she sat on the corner of a desk while talking to a teenager. I glanced at the girl as I sat and began the after raid review. Clark listened and waited before she started asking questions. She seemed to like my answers and stood, “one week and you manage to end a major silk operation. Take a couple of days off and then I have a string of stock animal. Tiffany stared down at her own chest and silently lamented the fact that she was the daughter of such a petite woman as Lauren Taylor, whose bust was greatly embellished by expensive pushup bras and extensive padding. Lauren was a small woman and Tiffany took after her while also exhibiting some of the lankiness that her father Randy was known for. Luckily she did not also have the pot belly of which he barely managed to hide under his daily suit.Jon was lanky like Randy but also rather fit,. Tim is right; it would mean the world to her if you would."After a couple more questions I found out she was in the cardiac care unit at the teaching hospital in town. I got the impression the prognosis wasn't good. I signed the ball "To Katie-Remember, PLAY THE GAME TO WIN- Matt Sussmann.I handed the ball to the dad before reaching in my bag and extracted another. I looked at Tim and asked him if he remembered the sack and fumble recovery in the second quarter.His eyes shone as he exclaimed.