"Excuse me," said the woman at the front of the line, putting her shopping bag up on the counter and shaking Christi from her thoughts."Oh, I'm sorry....Christi hurriedly began scanning the woman's items, trying to move the line along and make up for her daydreaming.The sounds of gunfire rang out through the store without warning, sending everyone tumbling to the ground in paralyzing fear. Screams of pain echoed and the smell of blood filled the air. Christi could see him, the man with the gun.. "Cold today," I remarked to make conversation."Brutal!" she agreed. "I had my husband run out to warm up my car while I got ready for work. I froze the twenty-five or so feet from the house to the car but once I got in it was toasty." So what does hubby do on the Sundays you work?" Watches football and looks after our sons. Football, football, football," she griped. "I wouldn't mind it so much if it were just Sundays but there is Monday night, Thursday night, Saturdays during the college games.. "After watching the tape, the chief couldn't believe what he had seen and heard."It gets worse," his friend told him.The shocked chief asked. "Can you recognize them?" Yes, I can. If you look closely at the four officers, you'll see that they are wearing their badges and I wrote down the numbers. Here they are."Over the intercom, the chief asked his secretary for the records on our four friends and eight other officers whom where approximately around the same age, height, and build. Just so. Here my hand had entered in didi's dress as had unhooked her dress and was cupping her left breast. Didi was so involved in the story and so excited that she was not aware of her brother massaging her boob. So, I lusted after both the girls Saniya and Sudha and I somehow wanted to feel them. Whenever they visited our house or met them, elsewhere the same picture was rolling in my head and I was visualizing those scenes. But they never saw me in this angle but they were always treated me as.