Amy said there was no way she would let him touch her kitty and I had to protect her. I told her I loved how worked up she was and it was awesome to f...ck her afterwards. Then I kissed her and smiled and said if it means he touches her kitty then so be it. Amy sighed and said she didn't think it would be a good idea. Again I told her I would be there to make sure nothing happened. Amy giggled and said I better make sure she doesn't get ****d. It went through my mind how one of her fantasies was. Come on back.The horn blew and they drove off.Lisa could not believe it. Had the world gone mad? She ran down the alley making sure to get away from the Cadillac.She ran and ran. She could not be taken again.Down the alley she ran to a cross alley. Blue lights flashed, a siren beeped shortlyand a spot light lit up her path.The Police. OHHH. Finally, it was over. Oh OH. Lisa could not believe the relief.She ran to the squad car and the burly Sergeant. She saw his name tag, O’Malley,a. Tired. Even after sleeping all night he looked much worse for wear and I knew he would be taking things a little easier for the next month, or so. That meant we all needed to come together to lessen his workload, streamline his briefing burdens and pull together as team until he tells us that he feels back to normal. We chatted about his current condition before talking about the events of the day.“Mr. President,” I asked, quietly. It was near the end of our conversation. The Attorney General. The figure made their way to the village square, and out of the corner of their eye they caught a glimpse of a hanging sign, which read. "The Red Drake Inn", and they soon began to make their way towards it.The figure entered the former inn, and began to search for anything the previous owners left behind. The interior of the inn was untouched, with filled tankards and old food littered about the place, as though people had only just left. They made their way towards the counter, behind which.