Do you want me to use a rubber, so you can’t become pregnant?, or do you not want me too, he asked my wife. I think I have my ticket book here too, ...e finished.After several minutes, she said. I want you to fuck me and not use a rubber. And, the officer said. Shoot your hot cum deep into my pussy too. Why?, asked the cop. So maybe you’ll impregnate me, my wife answered him. That’s what you want?, the officer asked. Yes, my wife answered him. So tell your husband, he pushed her.My wife looked to. I included the entire song lyrics in the story, in order, withoutchanging a word. I just added 'context'.--------------------------PrologueI looked down at the summons. I knew what my ex-wife wanted, shewanted more money. "Well if she wanted more, then she should get a joband earn it," I thought angrily. "It's a good thing I got rid of her.She was a leech, spending all my money when we were married. Now we'redivorced and she still wants my money. She isn't getting more. Sheshould be. "I said strip!" he ordered, taking a step forward. Then his eyes darted to the radio on the end table and he smiled. "Or maybe you want to undress to music, huh, Sarah?" He walked over to the radio and turned the knob, a sudden blast of rock music piercing the air. "There," he smirked, flopping down on the sofa. "That's better."Sarah's fingers moved to the buttons of her blouse while Gene sat back and leered at her. For some reason, stripping for her obnoxious brother-in-law was much more. It wouldn’t have been you that killed me.”“Then who?”“The Illuminati.”Henry sat back in his chair at this. “So, that’s what this is all about…”Dave said, “They’re back, Henry. Somehow, they’ve developed the ability to conceal their powers from us. If they can do that, I’d imagine they’ve figured out other ways around the Masonic security systems, maybe even your jammers.”“And if that were the case, and you were their target, all they’d have to do is wait for us to put you in a holding cell,”.