Suddenly however, things would change.The police officers heard and saw a boy on a balcony. Despite the risk, they invited him to come down the fire e...cape ladder, and try to run past their position. But neither they, nor the boy were aware that a Machop was sneaking up on him.Just as the boy was about to make his first moves down the ladder, a bluish figure leapt up to the balcony railing out of the apartment, and, before the boy could notice him, Machop’s two legs wrapped around one more neck. He closed his eyes and sighed.I allowed my eyes to wander down my beloved's body, drinking in every detail. His thick, dishwater blonde hair was shoulder length, slightly wavy and layered. His alabaster white skin was silky smooth, flawless, and absolutely delectable. Chiseled Grecian nose, perfectly sculpted lips, and long lashed eyes. His body was perfect; I often told him that from the back he resembled a Greek statue. Muscular legs and toned arms, small feet for a man his age, broad. Off to work he went, bitching and moaning. The day dragged and dragged. He felt an almost overwhelming urge to tell YtterYing about his new roommate, but he kept his mouth shut. As good a friend as YtterYing was, betrayals were just part of life in Hell. Maybe when she was successfully passing for one of the bound he’d tell him. Some of the truth, not all of it.Finally, after an excruciating day, work was over. He hurried home, to her. He realized by now how firmly he was in her grasp, that. Her neatly put together outfit, white blouse tucked into black skirt, suggests that she’s quite trim. There’s an air of authority in her voice, with a hint of a Welsh accent slipping through.“Hello, my name is Margot Heydon. I’m 60 years old, and I’ve recently retired after a distinguished career in the South Wales Police force.”She watch a montage of her making a pot of tea, walking in her picture postcard garden, and reading a newspaper by an open fire, as she begins to speak - by the end of.