"What have you got cooking?" There's a big shooting match this weekend in San Angelo for law enforcement. I wasn't going to go, but a guy I work with ...ad a kid get sick. Long story short, he can't go and the entry fee's paid for." You want Ed and me to drive over and take you to dinner?" I want you to come shoot, and take me to dinner," Bo said. "On Friday, before the official weekend event, they're having a public match. One law-enforcement officer, that's me, paired with two civilian shooters. ’ All this seemed to make the storekeeper happy, and he asked when we wanted the next load of supplies. I told him that he needed to check with the other businessmen of town about taking up a collection to help pay for the supplies here because I was not going to foot the whole bill myself. I said we had probably enough fresh fruit and vegetables to last this week and bring another load in about every six days so as we did not run out totally. Then thinking about it. I asked the storekeeper if. There was the brief moment of hope, the fresh air of freedom now pulled away. She had fallen in among the streetcops of this backwater district. This was the hood and the cops that no one wanted to know about.Every day they would come from their quiet neighborhoods of safestreets, clean cut lawns and flower boxes to the backwater of the inner city.Vacant buildings, empty lots, cars on crates, crap everywhere. The urban decay of the 70’s had set in. In this harsh environmentthey had learned. You’re just a nipple. And you’re about to get squeezed.Dozens of sick perverts grope you; they stick their fingers in your asshole, up your cunt.They grab your tits and pull your nipples.“Oh, God!” you moan loudly in shock and despair. You feel like you’re on the gallows.The sick fucks tormenting you think you moaned in pleasure, spurring them to double their depraved assault.You scream, “Oh GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!” in terror and humiliation. You just want to die. You burst out in tears, sobbing.