Does that soundlike how you'd like this all to work out?"I nodded again."Jesus Christ, are you sure you ain't a fucking blonde, because, I sureas hell...did not hear an answer to my very simple question." Yessir, I would like that," I replied, my voice shaking.I felt Stan reach around and cup my breasts. "Mmmmmhhh, these are somehigh quality fucking tits." He reached in, his hand brushing across the$50 Larry had put there. He grabbed it and pulled it out. "Well lookhere, now it looks like you. And then continuing on, if the waves of anger she could feel radiating off of him were anything to go by. Shit. Either way she had a feeling she was back in uniform. Nick had told her to keep quiet. She had disobeyed him, he was a superior officer, her superior officer. If he was taken off the case, she was back in uniform too, none of the other detectives would want to work with her. Her heart sank. All she wanted was to keep him from going for the Sheriff’s throat. She knew he hated the. Marge Spanner was right, Lisa told herself angrily. As the vengeful child had warned her, there was nothing she could do, not after having been a part of the scandalous perversions by watching and keeping her silence. What had ever possessed her to act that way? Lord, she must have been as sick as the girl! And, if she had the brains God gave a goose, she'd have shooed the dog away and simply tried to forget any of it had ever happened.But perhaps it was her pride, her stubborn resolve not to. He decided he needed an excuse to stay longer. It was about quarter to 12, normally too early for his lunch. The tea-shop didn’t have much in the way of a luncheon menu but they did serve a soup of the day and a roll. Leaving his coat and book to reserve his comfortable place, he went to the counter to place and pay for his order. By the time he returned, the four girls were sitting down together and enjoying their cake and hot drinks. It was dry outside but a raw Northerly wind was blowing,.