. just as the Chief of Police walks in the door."Haversham, what do you think you're doing?" asked the Chief."Searching a suspect." That's no suspect ..... that's the Clinton County Prosecuting Attorney's mother ... and his son." We're not in Clinton County and we caught her red handed." Caught her doing what?"Brownshoe was just beginning to splutter out some asinine excuse when I interrupted.I spoke up..."Chief ... can I get up?" You're David? Yeah ... get up." That's my grandmother your man is. ” She included her stats. My guess was prostitute, but since I was wrong about tranny, I figured I’d reply and see if she was still up. I wrote, “Hey, sorry this is such a late reply, I totally forgot to pull my ad. If you’re awake and still interested in giving me a peek, I’m about to leave the bar to head for home.” I hit send and waited. I pulled open my GPS and did a search for hotels. There were four hotels about 5 minutes away and one hotel about 10 minutes in the other direction. I. I know, it soundsa little crazy, but we've been shoving tranquillizers up theirasses every day for six months, so even if it still sounds crazythey never questioned it. They're a little zonked, remember,Madge! They're thinking the way they think we think, like women,right? Sure it's funny. At this point they believe they're stillat risk, for five more months, and to reduce this risk they need toget laid. Sure, but what do you expect? From a man? They'rescared! Well, we decide we'll. Robin felt Betty's lips on her neck and her hands on her breasts. Shecontinued to hold and knead Betty's boobs as well. Betty kissed alongRobin's jaw. Soon their lips meet and their tongues touched.Robin pushed Betty back and unconsciously spit. "Ewww, stop that!" What's wrong?" asked a perplexed Betty."Why you are a..holy shit! Oh, this is really crap. I can't believethis shit," Robin wailed."WHAT?" asked Betty."I don't like girls! I don't like girls. What's up with that? I want,well,.