Just play along for the crowd." She backed up a bit and gave Quinn a little smirk and winked. She moved behind Quinn and roughly shoved her towards a ...et of stocks by the edge of the stage. Quinn stumbled forward, catching herself on the edge of the stocks. Before she knew what was going on, Mistress Tina had secured her hands. Tina's earlier reassurance hadn't quite sunk in, and her nervousness was quite apparent. Mistress Tina cracked her whip again above the crowd, making Quinn jump. Quinn. I got out of my 'unmarked' military vehicle (they really aren't that hard to spot if you know what to look for) and dashed for what looked to be the ranking cop.I flashed him my credentials, and asked what was up."An army lieutenant went nuts I guess. He's up there in the building with a rifle shooting at passers-by. So far he's wounded two people. There's also the possibility of hostages. His wife and son."Fuck.Fuck!"Do you have a SWAT team on the way?"The civilian cop, a mid thirties looking. Every evening, weekends, and several times in the early morning before he went to work. Not to imply he was jumping out of a plane day and night, but he could fill his hours, when not actually jumping, with folding and re-folding his chutes, meeting with friends who had a similar fervor for the sport... in general, on his mind all the time.We knew this was beginning to have an effect on our marriage. In his infinite wisdom, he thought that if he could instill the same love of the sport in me,. "You are totally in love with Mike...but something is missing. Am I right?" she said. She sipped her drinkholding the long brown cigarette in her hand. Its smoke gently swirlingaround the glass. Her daughter nodded.She took a long, slow drag on the cigarette, deeply inhaling the smoke...holding it in and slowly easing it out..."I know what's going on... He's very very good orally... but too smalldown there..." she said. Cynthia's eyes blinked."Mum... how do you know that?" she asked."A mother.