Finally, they released each other and I knew that I had to say something.“Well, that was more than just a quick kiss on the lips,” I joked.Christy...looked at me and smiled, “Yes Gary, that, was a proper kiss!”James still had his hands on her cheeks.“You’ll make me cry if I don’t get one like that when I leave,” I joked.James smiled and I knew then, that he felt more relaxed.“You will Gary, I wouldn’t leave you out,” Christy joked, “You get to kiss me like that all the time; James doesn’t get to. Michelle Clooney was actually Detective Third Grade Mitchell Clooneyof the NYPD's 41st precinct. He hadn't had his gold shield for verylong at all when he was swept up in an anti-corruption sting andcaught taking a bribe from a narcotics distributor. Suspended withoutpay and ostracised by his fellow detectives, who were just as corruptas him but shit scared they would be entangled in the same sting, hewas left all alone.New York City Mayor Abe Beame was under pressure to battle the everrising. I watched another wave of fear wash over him as he heard the following:Our old relationship is over. I have to explore this. You are in for some severe sexual punishment.Neither of us knew what it would exactly it would entail, but I had ideas. For the first night since we've been together, I chained him up in the basement. I stayed up all night thinking of what I was going to do. I knew my slave's fears. I knew what would break him. I masturbated thinking of what would happen the next. The young man looked down and saw himself lying on the sidewalk. *What’s happening? How is this possible?* His panic seemed muted for what he was experiencing, but all he could muster was a slight feeling of concern for his predicament, whatever it was. As if calling to him, he turned his head away from himself and looked to the sky. What was once a clear and deep blue was now a toneless, colorless expanse. He started to drift towards it, his feet separated from the ground and he made his way.