She dipped her hand into his pants; he was small and thin there too, but he was rock hard. “Where then?"She was pleading with this guy! Surely, he s...w how hot she was; he couldn't have many options, surely."Get in the car.” He pulled away and went to the passenger door.She found the keys and opened the door before jumping in. "Where, then?" she asked again as he reached for her bag.He started going through her bag; she didn't mind, though this stranger was pulling bank cards, credit cards, and. I was forced to wait at the command post a block away from the scene, but I did get to watch as the team negotiator dialed Garth's number to begin the action. It was all anti-climactic. The men holding Garth were not fanatics or crazy people bent on dieing, so the deal went down quickly. They were smart enough to realize that a non-violent surrender and a good lawyer were their best options.When the bad guys had been bundled away, I went to find Garth. The house was a crime scene and officers. He was now sweating profusely. “She’s that to me when I’m my normal size.”“Then what you’re asking is impossible!” I yelled, no longer trying to hold back my exasperation.“But it will be Halloween,” Danny Boy whined. “A lot of impossible things happen on Halloween.”“But it won’t be Dark Night,” I replied curtly. “And if I’m remembering right, the first dark of the moon following the Autumnal Equinox was October sixth this year. That’s when the true magic could have happened and we already. Surprisingly, they didn’t try anything while we shackled the rest of the men. Martine pointed out to us that the men were all white skinheads with gang tattoos identifying them as members of the Whyte Knyghts, a well-funded, rapidly growing white supremacist group that was making inroads into other white supremacist groups.[Author’s note--the name Whyte Knyghts is fictitious as far as I am aware]After an hour of interrogation, Sylvia, Martine, and Larissa were frustrated, getting nothing but.