The rest your man should be able to get him to come up with." I turned and walked to Barry."Well Barry, I need to explain your situation to you. Don't...say a word just listen then an interrogator will come over. First of all, I want to kill you myself, but I waited too long. That steak knife was meant for you, I could just never get close enough. So now I'm going to just have to be satisfied with putting your ass in a state prison.You see Barry, you assaulted me. I even have the hospital. Take questions to your team leader. Let’s get to work.”In spite of the fact that I had my Sharpie in my hand ready to go, I couldn’t. Doctors Haywood and Watts took me to meet Mayor Richardson and the press. Fortunately, Clarice was right beside me. We answered a bunch of questions and I smiled for the cameras. Whenever I had the urge to storm off so I could just go paint, I’d catch a glimpse of Wendy and Lissa standing with the boys. Damon and Drew didn’t understand everything that was going. “You been talking to Cletus?”“About what?” was my response.“Your girlfriend. He asked me, and I quote, if you were still seeing ‘that nigger bitch’. I asked him if his momma was still whoring, and, for some reason, at that point the conversation ended.” Athos grinned. “Not talking to that dingleberry will not bother me at all.”I turned to my partner, and shrugged. Doug ventured, “Guess he doesn’t like black folks much, eh?”“I wonder if that might prove to be some kind of handicap, in a city. Because of this, when I am very wet, there is nothing slowing it’s creeping backward and I am often wet much further back that I could ever get before. She discovered this as soon as her fingers got near the junction of my thighs and ass. Quickly becoming slippery with my wetness. Slipping and sliding along that sensitized and abused flesh. Reaching further and further forward with each slide of her fingertips. I’m not sure if every woman enjoys this sensation, but it happens to be one of my.