Even without cheating I could see he wasn't serious about lifting anything, and he only turned up on our shift. My take was that Angela had a fan who'... seen that stupid toilet commercial too many times -- the one where the guy stuffs everything he can down the bowl in an attempt to score a service visit from the foxy plumber next door.That plumber had nothing on my partner, even with the exasperated frown marring Angela's expression. The idiot had something, probably a pack of socks, stuffed. We stood up and stretched. We headed out of the theater and across the street to the parking garage.We were walking toward my car when three rather tough-looking guys walked toward us from the opposite direction. I thought they would walk past until they stepped right in front of us.They didn’t waste any time making their demands and threats, “Hey, how about you assholes hand over your cash, and we won’t hurt you, pretty boys, in front of the cunts.”They looked scary and well tattooed. I. After some more talk I said there had to be some ground rules set and he said he would leave and we would never hear from him again if it went well. we got up and moved to the bedroom and my wife crawled on the bed and lay down. I have to admit she looked very sexy there with her shoulder length red hair and blue eyes and her exposed legs above her knee. he then proceeded to tell her how to pose and she moved from one position to another at his command. then he asked for her to unbutton her. Enos must have seen the cruiser come up behind him and hauled ass before the officer could get the drop on him. No, that didn't sound quite right. If the cop had wanted Enos, he was fast enough to stop him. It was us that he wanted. Enos could wait. "Dumb jig," Jimmy Ray muttered under his breath as we were pushed into the caged back seat. "Wait 'til I get my hands on that nigger." "Yeah," I returned. "In about twenty years." "Jails can't hold me," Jimmy Ray told me as we pulled away from.