In Capt. Clement's scarred left hand was a note. On FBI letterhead, in simple, straightforward words, it calmly informed her she had a problem; it sta...ed in 2 words the reason why 2 of her officers were dead; it told her that if something wasn't done immediately, a third death would be inevitable. Capt. Clement was so angry that tears welled up in those icy blue eyes; she trembled, and her teeth locked to prevent some fearful, primal scream of rage. She just stared at her desk. 2 words. A. While he fucked me he played with my ass, pressing slightly into it with his spit soaked finger. Then he paused and said, "this will hurt if you struggle" and before it could register, he had pushed the head of his cock into my ass. He left it there for only a few minutes and then slammed the rest of himself into my ass. I remember screaming for him to stop and he just cupped my mouth and said, "remember if you struggle it's only going to hurt more" He pulled back out and spat all over my. They were talking about some NBA game and I lost interest, as basketball to me, is boring. I was going about my business just barely paying attention to them when he walked in. The blonde kid that walked by me on my way here. I stared at him, not taking my eye off him. I was watching him go to his locker, then I realized we were in the boys locker room. I was going to get to see him in his boxers. My heart raced with anticipation as I watched him take his shirt off. His wifebeater was tight on. No “Hello,” no “How was your day?” not even a “What time are you coming home?”“Should I get a hotel room for the night?” I asked.“Maybe you should,” Ally angrily replied. I hated it when she got this mad. I really did.“Maybe I will,” I told her. Her anger at me was way misplaced. I left the house without saying another word.I called Bailey to ask what was going on.“Are you picking me up?” she asked.“Yes,” I replied, “but Ally told me you’re not babysitting.”“I’m not,” Bailey replied.