GA and she was born and raised for mostof her life in TX . so i said" well arent u used tk the cold get, i ha e been here since i was 2 im used to it"..."ya but i still would rather have a warmer place, oh finally a god damned break in the traffuc, come on lets get to school im freezing" she was wearing a hoodie and jeans, no wonder shes cold. "u r dressed for spring, its not texas where u dress like this for 60 degree weather its vermo nt we have to live like eskimos" she started laughing, YES i. The old Harley Rat wasn't very comfortable or polite, but was the embodiment of what I needed at that time. What it was, was freedom, I had no job at the time and was living on savings. Through my time in the Military I had put away most of my wages, hazard pay and such and dedicated myself to the life of a soldier. Now that I was out, the war – police action was over, the military had no use for me or my kind. Polite society had no use for us, even though they sent us to war they had no use. "Pablo which one do you want to frisk first?"Pablo, the attendant stepped up behind Lauren and started to reach out to frisk her, but she stepped away and screamed, "Don't touch me! We haven't done anything wrong. You can't let him do this to us. He isn't even a cop. He's just some bum that pumps gas for a living." Ma'am," the Chief said, patiently. " This is deputy Pablo. This town is too small to afford a police chief and a deputy both working at the same time, and he works the night shift,. Satisfied with his coffee Rollie looked at Tony."What do you need Tony?" You're not working right? You're not a cop anymore right?" Tony asked. Rollie nodded his head. "I've got a friend of a friend that needs a ... well, an investigator. I thought you having been a Detective First Grade maybe you could help." Help with what." Rollie was a little suspicious of the friend of a friend scenario."You know Bartolo Rossi?" Rollie nodded. "He's my gumba, known him since the second grade. His wife's.