“A knife at a gun fight doesn’t go over too well.”“It seems you did a pretty good job,” Renus comments. “But now you’re a cop killer, mu...tiple times over. I’d be surprised if I could even arrest you.”“If you’re going to shoot me, you better not miss,” she says defiantly.Renus laughs and tosses the pistol to the ground. “I’m all for being fair. I’ll give you the chance to kill me.” He smiles at her maliciously as he draws out a knife.Regina growls and leaps at the man. As her knife comes down at. His sister - as always - came to his rescue and silenced her husband. "Hush, Eric! They'll beno war talk today. My baby brother's home. Nothing else matters."The house smelled the same, even though his parents had been dead for years. He was glad they were able to keep it in the family. Sissy and Eric had made it their own. The love they put into it was evident, right down to the furniture.***Psych Evaluation - Session one"Staff sergeant Thomas, I'm Colonel Wilson. The purpose of this psych. I squished mouthwash, sprayed a perfume, wore a shirt, and hid a condom packet in my pocket and left for her flat. She was in a nighty and with the round big bindi on her forehead. And with that same beautiful smile. She asked me to come inside. I went in and closed the door and sat in the dining room. She went to the kitchen and brought rice and curry and my favorite sweet Rasgulla.I was damn hungry and had food, all the while she was standing next to me and was serving the food. I was about. ” It was an attractive jacket, snug fitting in the chest but long and loose in the arms with a big hood and an oversized zipper. I shoved my hands in the pockets after zipping up and smiled at her. “Seriously, I would be dead without this.” “No problem. I live to serve!” Jokingly she mock bowed then winked at me. “I couldn’t let a pretty girl like yourself go without a jacket, now could I? You might catch your death.” Without another word she swiftly picked up my top and folded it neatly. “So.