The car came to a halt as there was the usual roadblock, after midnight, with French police checking identity papers. “Papiers, Mesdames”, asked t...e policeman“Isabelle Renaud”, answered Isabelle with a smile“Oh..I am so sorry Madame…I didn’t recognize you in the dark”, apologized the policeman“And the young lady ?”, he continued“A friend of mine”, calmly answered Isabelle, careful not to mention the Post Office“Of course, Madame, my apologies”, blurted the policemanThe car sped off towards the. Here was my chance to put a stop to all this and as I started to say something to Paul and Ollie I suddenly found myself being unceremoniously lifted up out of my chair from behind by a third man whose hands were too close for comfort to my breasts, as I tried to protest at this latest indignity my dress was pulled the rest of the way up by Paul and Ollie so that my red panties could be seen by everyone. My arms were held and I could do nothing as, between them, they pulled my panties right. Here. Open the damn door yourself, princess.”I let it go as I turned to walk towards my car.Whoops. Watch out for that door. It’s broken. There is nothing to slow it down.She wasn’t ready for when it slammed hard into her face.Evidently the other girls with her had seen her ranting like this before so they were already coming out the door next to her when it slammed into her face. My best guess is that I used a combination of the downloaded martial arts moved and shield powered muscles to get. They would have a passionate fling (she usually was under the delusion it was more than a fling) and then when the inevitable end came, it hit her hard. Her bipolar condition also gave her a propensity for acute depression. This made her extremely prone to going on benders. And Jake bailed her out of them. Every time. Any other roommate would have been fed up with her susceptibility to trouble, but not him. For a reason that should have been best known to him, his conscience had appointed him.