He was cruel and used his larger size to bully andintimidate. One day he had sent me to arrest a woman that was notregistered, meaning she was most li...ely illegally born or had never beenmarked by the government and likely lived in the wasteland. I searchedfor a few days through the dark and wretched city until I found her.When I did, she stood proud and defiant in the corner of the mustysmelling, dingy, pest-infested room that I found her in. She wasbeautiful and her dignity caused me to. But I don’t mind it. It’s just such a great thing for me to have made the grade.’ She mused. ‘You mean 11 AM to 8 PM?’ ‘No,’ was his reply. ‘It’s 3 PM to 11 PM, actually.’ Then he was silent for a bit, and finally said: ‘I was, uh, going to ask you to dinner, you know, on me this time! But I’m not sure about the timing and the new schedule.’ ‘You were?’ she asked, as she stopped running. ‘Well, yeah,’ was his reply. ‘Tell you what,’ she said, ‘Why not come to my place for dinner? You get time. He sniffed and smelled her used panties until he felt he couldn't smell anymore. He placed the white panties down on the vanity counted and rummaged about some more in the hamper. He located a pair of dark blue panties that weren't as flimsy as the white pair. These too had a thick smear across the crotch area. He stuck his nose right into it and he felt heady as the smells permeated his nostrils. This one smelt slightly fruity and not as sourish. His. Probably like the rest of him. He worked out, she knew that much; to counter his 'sedentary lifestyle' as he put it. She adopted a croaky voice. "I see great things in your future, young man. Awards."It was his turn to laugh, so she continued. "Yes. Plenty of admiration too. Maybe the cover of New Scientist. Brett Jackson: the face of wormholes." She both heard and felt his laughter. "Wait, what's this?" she traced her fingertips along the edge of his palm, up to his thumb then back to the.