I moved further along the corridor, peering into the darkness for a shadow the right size and shape but still found nothing.Puzzled, I tottered my way...further along, feeling along the floor with my hands as well as searching with my eyes, becoming more anxious with every step and more grateful that the almost complete absence of light was hiding my half-exposed body from prying eyes.When I reached the fire door at the end of the corridor I could go no further. I turned and looked back. In the. "Yes well... that's what young girls do to others who don't exactly 'fit in'." You don't have to tell me lady. I've grown up hearing the shit you white women say behind our backs."A tingle went up my spine at those words. I was getting slightly worried that I might offend her. Yet the look in her eyes told me I better continue explaining myself."I... I think I may have been the worst to her. I was always one of the first girls to start something up, making fun of her hair, her cloths, her face,. Mistress Satin said it first, in his hearing. "Mandy, youwere fanfuckably fantastic."It sounded silly to him, but when he glanced, the lust/lovewas shining in her eyes, and her legs were twined aroundthe diminutive Mandy's legs, eyes down over her. Mandy'seyes, shining, looked up. "Then kiss your appreciation,Mistress Satin." And they did, hugging and almost ready tosixty nine each other in the elevator.He had time to wonder where was Goddess Chanazine now, whenthe elevator slammed to a stop. The only groans came when it was announced that monthly requalification at the range would begin the second Saturday of every month, beginning June 10. Marksmanship is a perishable skill, even for a natural shot like me, and maintaining proficiency required an officer to spend time at the range and pay for his own cartridges.I waited until Crenshaw finished reviewing the requirements before coming into the squad room. He promptly called everybody to attention as I walked to the podium..