"Sure, copy, out" Greta replied as she swung the car around in the wide road."Gee, a please would be nice, just once from that bitch" Greta thought in...annoyance.Soon her car swept round the tight bend and flew past the gates of the Research Lab as she 'blue lighted' it to the Nunnery. The only reason she lowered her speed, was for the sudden narrowing of the road. That narrowing saved the life of the girl who threw her self out into path of the car. She stood directly in front of the squad car. It looked like his coach lived there.Sue turned off the car and checked her make-up. “Once I walk up there, let me do the talking. OK?” With that, she reached down and pushed her large breasts together and then pulled the sides together to try to push them back in. A strapless dress, the bra was built in.“OK, you go up and knock, then I’ll get out of the car and come up.”Tim started to question why, but then he realized his mom wanted his coach to see her walking up the sidewalk.With a sigh,. I realized he had nowhere to go and now knew it. I saw one of the “back seat” guys from last time get out. He shouted, “Mister Anderson, resistance is futile. We can take you.”“I don’t think so. At least, you won’t.” I shifted my aim and killed him. Charles dropped but his people killed him. I saw his body jerk from four shots. I shot other people from my tree. They were more prepared but were still not that ready when Sharon and Jim and Irene and Matt opened up from behind them. Comparatively,. I'm Iris Periwinkle, mid-thirties, no Prince Charming for me. Not because I'm picky, because I'm a lesbian. After showering, I put on my still-clean-from-last-week bar clothes; gray cotton leggings, Kentucky Wildcat pullover, blue Nike sneakers along with black push-em-up, push-em-up, way-up bra, and matching bikini panties in case I get lucky ( guffaw... I make myself laugh sometimes.)Walking into the noisy Stagger Inn, a honky-tonk bar full of honkeys, no one greeted me with cheers a la.