Her and the other youngsters working locally used to pile into cars of a Saturday night and head off to the local dance hall. After a few weeks she fe...l for a French boy called Amedi who drove a Simca. One night, after the dance finished and everyone else had got lifts home, Maggie and Amedi walked back to the Simca having enjoyed a few glasses of 'limonade rouge' as the local firewater was called! They sat in the front seats holding hands and giggling about the rockn'roll dancing they had been. She went to her purse and took out the new box of condoms that she had just bought. She returned to the other side of the room with the condoms and smiled Mr. John, I believe you have a favor to return He put a serious look on his face and took the box from her hand. Before she could react, he had thrown the condoms on the nightstand, grabbed her hand and flipped her onto the bed. She let out a surprised Whoo! as her body hit the bed and he pushed her back. She wasnt expecting him to be so. The classes started the next day, and Bill worked my ass off, but I advanced quickly. By the end of three weeks, I had surpassed my level with the baton while I was an active cop, and anything after that was new ground. I started carrying a stick with me at all times, whether or not I was wearing my ninja uniform. The stick was one inch in diameter and 24 inches long.Around the training, I was trying to get a finger on the Carnoli family protection rackets. The first case I was able to touch. Just as I opened the door I realized I was wearing my neon orange polyester sweatpants that no one has worn in a decade with my "Eat Shit and Die" marijuana brownie T-shirt of another earlier, bygone era. Of course, it was the incredible woman of my weeks of dreaming. She stared at my attire in surprise; she didn't even say "hello." She put her hand over her mouth and let escape a loud "guffaw." I didn't even know what a guffaw was until that moment but it was clear and loud.I put up my hands.