“I went ahead to reload it and returned it to your holster,” I said, looking her in the eyes, “Just a bit of career advice, officer. When you sh...ot someone with a taser, you best be sure it will have an effect. You should also find out who you are to detain or arrest to ensure they are not a grandmaster of all martial arts.”Her eyes went wide when she found that I had reloaded her taser and holstered it. She hadn’t even noticed me do it.“On a personal note, I can suggest some fantastic mental. My mother said to go to the local college, get my associates degree, and then change to a bigger university. She has worked hard and is putting me through college. My mother is my best friend and we get along really well.My mother had always worked a few jobs. She's lucky because her parents always have watched me. My mother is a hair dresser and a waitress at night. She's always working and my grandparents always have looked after me. Sometimes I would even stay at their house if my mom was. ”“And that is... ?” Müller prompted.“Ein bier, bitte!” Brad replied with a grin.“But that’s just ordering a single beer,” Müller protested. “You aren’t even specifying a brand.”“And in Germany, does it really matter? You have something like two-thirds of the world’s operating breweries, and almost all of their beers are good. Besides,” he added, “this way I might well get a beer I’ve never heard of that I would like better than one I might have ordered.”By this time they were at the curb. There. Rubbing the back of my sore neck, I took a sip from the cool bottle and instantly felt better. I don’t know whether it was all down to the fact I was off my feet for the first time in 10 hours, or that the beer had been so icy cold it immediately made my milky skin cover in goosebumps. Sitting back for a minute somehow made me aware of the fact my white tank top had become translucent from my sweat. Now my cleavage was clearly visible to all who looked. Not that I had anything to be ashamed.