It fits my personality pretty well." You like to beat people up and haul them to jail?" she asked."Is that what you think cops spend their days doing?... I asked.She shrugged, a hint of a smile touching those puffy lips. "I live in the barrio," she said. "I've seen what you guys do."I returned her shrug with one of my own. "Sometimes we have to put our hands on people," I told her. "I don't enjoy that particular part of the job. I'd rather talk someone down than fight with them. What I do like. I had used acold as an excuse not to see her. The thought popped into my head that itwould be better if she was more like Cindy, which was odd. I didn't evenknow what that meant and I was the one with the thought. Did I want herto be a lesbian? To be less petite and more Amazonian? To have thoseawesome breasts like Cindy? I didn't even know and it was me having thethoughts.Anyway, her name was Chloe, and she came over an accused me of havinganother girlfriend and even when I told her it wasn't. She was still very pissed off at me. We each mingled with different people as we stayed apart from each other most of the night. I watched as several of the men I worked with checked my wife out every time they passed by her.One of the men I worked with was Dave. He was 32 years old and had been recently divorced. Dave was a good looking guy who loved to flirt with the women in the office. He had always talked about much he loved seeing my wife at these parties. Dave had always loved older. "Yea, that would be great mom."We gathered all our things and retired to my studio. I told Amy to get cleaned up for the shoot and bring down all her swimwear. We were going to do some bikini shots. She liked the idea and ran to take a shower.Within minutes she was back all freshly cleaned and ready to go."What do I do mom?"God she was so excited. I felt the enthusiasm too and got my cameras set up along with the lights."Get your tiniest bikini on baby. I'm going to shoot a really hot bunch of.