Before the movie was even half over, Shaia fell asleep.The first bonging of the big clock across the square on the court house woke her. She glanced a... the time on the small alarm clock next to the couch. Midnight.She stirred, meaning to go to bed and realized the cat was missing. She sat up and threw the covers back, feeling a draft from her half open robe. She reached down to fix it."Leave it."Shaia jerked back, staring around the room to find the source of that voice.He stepped forward into. They were rugged and the fit in with the masculine ego most cops of that age displayed like some sort of a fraternity badge. Undercover police of that age also tended to prefer sneakers, jeans, T-shirts and wind breakers (often leather) for their casual undercover clothing. Further, the windbreaker had to be loose to hide a gun. To the untutored eye, none of this would seem unusual. And not that anyone who fit this description necessarily aroused his suspicions. But to the Pickup Truck. Suzy's, yes my first wife was also named Suzy, SuzyMae to be exact, Suzy's old lover before she and Igot together who almost "married" us several timesover a 15 year period, Barbara, I think I might havementioned her, had broken up with us that previousJanuary, and coincidentally, maybe not, Linda was avirtual carbon copy of Barbara.I mentioned one thing last night about Suzy pullingLinda's tampon out with her teeth before going down onher. I saw that several times in the. When I looked back up Tammy was standing by the table pouring a couple of shots. Her long blonde hair was in a ponytail high on her head and she had changed into a skimpy, plum-colored bikini that left little to the imagination. Her back was to me and ass looked amazing. “Did you bring me a bathing suit?” I asked, walking to the table beside her.Tammy looked over at me, and handed me a shot glass, “Why would I have a bathing suit for you?” She drank her shot and bit into the lime, I followed.