Barry cranked up the vehicle and asked, “What’s your name?”“I’m Jace. What’s yours?”“Barry. Why are you standing out in the cold like ...his?”“I wanted to get a drink,” Jace laughed.“I see. It’s in the bag. Where do you live?”“Over on Poynter. At Smithson Commons.”“Right around the corner. I’ll drop you off.”“Thank you!”Barry drove out of the parking lot. He made a right then another one onto Poynter. He drove straight past the housing project.“Hey. It was right there,” the teenager said.Barry. "Easier? What's got to be easier?"A smile came across my face and I quietly giggled.I started to hum a tune as I slipped my top off. There was still somechocolate stuck to my breasts and my thoughts flew back at the way Buzzsucked on my nipples. A cool chill ran through my body just thinking ofthe way his lips suckled on the tips.I pulled down my nylons and then my skirt. My cum was still wet againstthe inside panel.Again my mind drifted off to the moment when Buzz started stroking me. Iwiggled. No need to suffer the indignity of finishing our beat early in a squad car. Plus," Carl checked his watch "It'll be crazy Eddie driving."Dan sucked in his breath through clenched teeth, "Good point. Let's walk back."As they walked back to the station, Carl stretched his bruised arm muscles and reflected on his seemingly mad decision to join the R.U.C. Definitely not one of his better ideas.It was with great relief that Carl stepped into the shower. The rest of the day had been spent filling out. "Et!" he commanded as three golden rings appeared binding the sorcerer who became rigid and unmoving.Mann cautiously approached the sorcerer who was unable to move. He did not know how he knew the word, some type of binding word he surmised, but it held the sorcerer fast."What type of sorcerer are you?" the bound sorcerer asked in its guttural language."I am not a sorcerer," Mann replied and then remembered a part of the dream from the other night. "I am a WitchLord, but that is not important.