“You new?” The young officer asked, raising an eyebrow at him.. “First day in your fine city.” Daniel stated, his eyes scanning the neighborho...d and the apartment building. It wasn’t the best neighborhood he had ever seen in his line of work, just row after row of run down apartment buildings, but a simple homicide was going to be a piece of cake for his first assignment here in NYC. “I’m looking for Det. Baldacci.” He stated, turning back to the cop who was starting across the temporary. Aunt Julie went Ahhhhhhhhhhhh" Her hips bucked up off the bed and Uncle Bob started fucking his wife, right in front of their amazed niece.Mandy watched, her mouth open as her uncle slammed that big, thick, rigid piece of meat into her Aunt's swollen pussy. It obviously didn't hurt. Julie's arms came up and her hands slapped onto her husband's butt cheeks, urging him on. She was moaning and saying things that Mandy couldn't quite understand. At one point Bob said "OK, she's close now." Then he. So Steve had already decided that he would make Kyle pay for his action by giving him a sore ass, the pain of which he would remember for a long time.So the stage was set, totally innocently and albeit unthinkingly, for a one-on-one meeting between Kyle, the final year pupil aged eighteen, and Steve Shanit, his sports teacher aged twenty-two, whose only intention at the time was to tan Kyle’s ass in retribution for his delinquent behaviour during the match. But as we all know the best laid. On the morning of 3 November, the employees of the Department of Justice found that they, like their colleagues in the FBI, couldn't enter their buildings to work. They couldn't access their computers or phones either as we had cut those connections to the outside, just as we had with the FBI. The angst, anger, bitterness, disbelief, and outright hatred displayed by those representing the Department of Justice were amazing to see on the news that day. Their attitude appeared to be 'how dare we.