"Brandon was standing by the front door. "So maybe if I try to walk outhere, I'll end up in the carriage house?" he asked sarcastically. As ifto make ... point, he turned the doorknob. Then he looked suddenlyworried."What's wrong?" I asked him."I can't get the fucking door open."At first, I thought he might just be clowning around. But then I sawthe panic in his face as he pulled with all of his considerablestrength. "It won't open, man." Maybe it's locked," somebody suggested."From the inside?". “That’s right. You tell him Howe,” the vice cop said.Within minutes the room got a couple of more cops drinking coffee. It was as if the air was stifling with testosterone. Even though I was no longer ruled by it, I could still fit in better than most women. I never tried to resist those feelings, but I did try not to give in to them either. I sure as hell didn’t want, or need to go back to the old me.While Watson bonded with the vice sergeant, I wrote the granny report. I was to find nothing. I followed him into the living room where he sat me down and left to get something to drink. He came back with a couple of beers and sat down next to me. He opened the beers and handed one of them to me. He asked me "I was wondering man why do you wearing chick clothes." I responded "because I like how they feel" Will asked "do you like guys or girls then" I said to him "I like both really" he asked "would you suck a dick if someone just wiped it out right in front of you" I replied "not. Unlimited sex and a happy home life. In addition to their swinging sex life together, Melinda found opportunities to enjoy many additional men between her legs.Her thoughts were shattered when the Bossman again demanded, "You fucking cunt, Melinda, if you don't undress voluntarily, we will rip your clothing off, and you will end up walking home naked. Be a good girl and do as I say."Following orders, Melinda unzipped her black leather skirt and slowly slid it down over her hips. She folded it.