”Mike was looking at the floor but said “Does anybody want another drink?”“Well we might as well salvage something from the night. Got any sco...ch?” Asked Colin.Mike nodded and went to the kitchen and began to pour 4 glasses from a Glenfiddich bottle. Just then the bedroom door opened and Mindi came in. She was wearing a pair of candy striped pajama shorts and nothing else. She walked straight over to the kitchen and, taking the bottle from her husband, poured herself a drink.“Satisfied now?”. I am not in a position to cook anything right now. I already have something cooked, can I get up after some time and cook for you?” Before I could finish the sentence, I collapsed on the bed and fell asleep.While I was in the state of drowsiness, I had some hallucinating hazy images fleeting off in my mind. I was in my school. A huge black teacher loomed over me pointing a finger at me and shouted, ”Complete your home work… You are not doing your home work. You cannot go home…” Was it the image. Should she admit to the drugs in her shoe? After all it was only a little bit. No she thought. Maybe they would miss it. The search continued. Warm clammy trembling hands snaked up the inside of her tee shirt from her waist. Underneath she wore her favorite yellow tied string bikini. The hands pulled the strings releasing the bikini from her body. It was pulled from inside her shirt and thrown to the ground. Her little d cup tits were massaged and then squeezed causing Francin to protest. Her. . Sitting in a black Range Rover in President’s Park, Delgrious and Detective Angela Veris waited as the clock ticked down for their time to strike. Positioned in various spots around the White House and within a five block radius sat squads of Sanguine Consortium soldiers. When the clock struck zero, no amount of preparation or guard would be able to repel a strike on the president.Angela strummed her fingers against the outside of the Range Rover’s door as she enjoyed the cool breeze as it.