The officer with whom she'd been arguing grabbed her wrist."Excuse me, ma'am," he said. "but I'm going to need you to come with me to the station." Wh...t? Why?" You're drunk, ma'am. I'm not going to allow you to hit this girl. Also, there's the matter of your driving while intoxicated." Girl? This is no girl. This is a fucking freak of nature." Aunt Susan," I said, "you may want to calm down."Quickly, far more quickly than anyone anticipated, she ripped her hand from the officer's grasp and. A confused look came across his face as his jaw dropped in horror.After letting a tiny gasp out from his lips, Aaron immediately began to pull the tee-shirt off over his head. Like he had "ants in his pants" his hands quickly shot around behind him . . . as he began to unhook his bra. The first one was easy . . . but the second one seemed to stick. Until suddenly . . . "POP!" The bra fell to the ground.The look on Terry's face was sheer terror as he stared helplessly . . . transfixed . . .. I had watched grown men get beat up so bad that they were unidentifiable afterwards, just for a few shillings. One man had his nose broken, he needed stitches in the side of his head but he still came back for more as his wife was cheering him on. I have seen men taken away on stretchers some of them I'm sure suffer brain damage from being beaten so badly. There is one rule for all, no weapons. You can fight other people until you drop or give in, which not many of them will do that in front of. I slip it on over my head, guideit down over my firm, naked breasts, until it is properly draped on myhips. It's a little tight at my waist, but it fits. It's styled almostlike a tunic, but the neckline is a steep V, plunging down halfway tomy belly button, enticingly exposing the outer curves of my breasts. Myflaccid nipples make little bumps in the fabric. The hem falls to justabove my knees, but it's slit up the sides midway up my curvy thighs.It has no sleeves, but the fabric flares out.