“What?” I have a moment of panic. I think of “Gone with the Wind” and my brain screams, “But I don’t know nuttin’ bout birthin’ no bab...es!” It’s just something that always pops into my head when I panic.“Meredith… I don’t know how to run the register… and… if someone has questions I don’t know…”“Paula,” Meredith pauses with a look of distaste, as if she is consoling an ignorant child, “You won’t need to run the register and you won’t be here long. Nick is coming over in a bit. I called him and. My notes might say "accused" or even "perp" if I was in a snotty mood.But when we got them into court, listening to them respond to the judge could make this part seem like a holiday celebration by comparison.With the shift more than half over we sat in night court while a judge decided what to do with the people we arrested. We were available in case a defendant denied that anything at all had happened, that she was picked up inadvertently, though I never heard any of them use that word.It was. Men and women alike took a sharp intake of breath as she slowly slipped a finger against her resistant ass, preparing herself for a much bigger intrusion. By this point, the cougar had left my side. Flirting across the room, she whispered a few words into your fiancées ear, before French kissing her deeply. The cougar drew a line with her tongue from my fiancee's small but perfectly formed pair of breasts down to her fat and bright red clitoris, her teeth slowly teasing her nipples along the. “Among other things, but yes, to an extent,” Ariel admitted what I realized intuitively.“Fascinating, this little plan of yours. To think that I’m not just a leader of a band of survivors, but a cog in the celestial machine, the divine plan for a post-apocalyptic world. Is this because humanity lost its way and needed a course correction of sorts?” I continued to gather from what Ariel both told me ... and didn’t tell me.“That’s one way of putting it, to be sure. In every evolutionary crisis, a.