Apparently, they’d rather be looking for real dissidents. That means they aren’t too gentle when they do pick one up. From what I’ve seen of MCF...officers, that doesn’t surprise me. Quite a few of them seem to “adjust” their uniforms to look more intimidating; patent leather belts, tighter than regulation skirts, higher heels than you might think practical. Most of them look like they’d enjoy the excuse for a bit of in-depth interrogation. Somebody with an uncharitable turn of mind might think. Later in the night when he came out, I apologized to him for whatever i had done and told him everything that i had in mind. He said that he wasn't gay and he would not give the hunk a blowjob on the next day and will call the police. I told him that i saw his bulge in his panties when he was giving the handjob. My fairy blushed again but said that it wasn't really because of that. I wasn't buying that and I told him to let his mind free and decide in a couple of days if he wanted to do the. I smiled, but I felt so empty inside. I wanted to run out of the place, but people shook my hand and slapped me on the back. I moved toward the back of the room.A hand shot out and held my upper arm. “Brad, let me buy you a drink.” It was the man I couldn’t place, except I now recognized him. I just needed to add ten years to David Johnson, the asshole who bullied me in high school.“What do you want, David?”“Shit. I wanted to apologize for being an asshole to you, but your voice tells me I hurt. I was going to get away with this ... I had to!Just kicking back in a mental fog, I hung around Golden Grotto for the entire rest of the morning and a good bit of the afternoon, just lazing about enjoying the sun. I'd avenged Tori and Phil, but it just didn't give me the sense of complete and utter total satisfaction that I had assumed that I would feel, once I'd caught and killed her murderer. The more I walked about the sand the more frustrated I seemed to become, even to the extent that I.