I hope that you will remember that.? She adds, pressing her lips delicately against mine. Then, without a word, she turns and leaves the room, leavin... me alone in the middle of a nightmare while the sound of her heels hitting the floor grows weaker and weaker, quickly absorbed by the silence of the room. I realize that I am tired. My muscles are as stiff as they get after a day of physical education. My parents’ house, my school year, college, all my usual worries seem like distant memories. I spent my morning taking burglary reports. At that time of the day it was business owners, who found their stores broken into when they arrived for work. There was usually a couple of those every morning.Around noon I rode to the Northern Warren consolidated school. I didn't plan to stop, just to ride through the parking lot. At lunch time the upper grade students often went out to lunch. I figured I would keep an eye on them to check for reckless driving. I sure as hell didn't expect what. Your shoes have been left off, as you must have been relaxing in your office. I grin, turning to lock the door and then walk to the windows to close the blinds.You start to say something, but I place my finger to your lips and shush you. Your nipples are pressing against your sports shirt. My hands trail down to them. With a larger grin I pinch each between my fingers and pull on them. This makes them stand out even more. I reach down and pull your shirt over your head, throwing it down. "YOU WOULD KILL AN INNOCENT?" the angel roared angrily. "TAKE YOUR MINION," the angel commanded, glaring at an unseen entity beside the officer. "RIP HIS SOUL FROM HIS BODY, AND TAKE IT TO THE DARKEST DEPTHS OF PERDITION!" We need this one to be special, Sergeant Langley," Gunny Bindle silently ordered. "This needs to really be set in the survivors' minds. We want these men to leave here as fanatics ... our fanatics. Try to be a little artistic," he ordered."With pleasure," Sergeant Langley.