, “ the Fed on the other end expressed her puzzlement now.“The subject of your highly illegal raid and attempt to take me into false imprisonment?...�� I finished her sentence for her.“What are you, a lawyer? Who says that our raid was illegal? What happened? What have you done with our agents? If you’ve harmed them in any way, you’ll find a whole new definition of illegal, sir!” the frustrated task force leader snapped at me.“What have I done with them, Miss Priss? The same thing that I did to my. ‘So… after all the discussion, it’s finally decided when we get married. Hallelujah!’ I cried in celebration, folding Fiona into my arms. ‘What about the reception?’ I asked. ‘Taken care of. Leo insisted.’ ‘Leo? Wow, that’s a surprise.’ Leo and Bernice lived on acreage south near the U.S. border. A large two storey home with and huge back deck and grassed area. It was ideal for the reception. ‘Not according to Bernice. She said he’s strutting around like a rooster, telling everyone how smart he. I knew instinctively that there was a strong sexual bonding building between us, I think feeling his warm breath so close to my wet cunny, had triggered a very adult urging deep inside me, I also noticed uncle had altered his rear view mirror to be able to see my legs.Behind the driver's seat I saw he had a laptop bag, 'Can I surf in the car', I asked him?The car had stopped again, due to traffic, we were barely moving now. He turned in his seat to look at me, 'Cleopatra', he said, looking at. Isn't it?" I asked. "Doesn't the dog door count as a date?" You're impossible!" she said, pushing me toward the front steps."Excellent," I said. "Boyfriends are supposed to be the source of immeasurable angst and tribulation. It's in the boyfriend's handbook somewhere." I said this over my shoulder, because now she was pushing me with both hands."Ha ... Ha," she said, spacing it out, so there would be no doubt she was being sarcastic. "Just so we're clear, the dog door wasn't a date and neither.