I said, "This here dust up was self defense, an' I'll blow yer fuckin' head off ifen ya try ta arrest that man!" By then, I was holding my cocked LeMa... and pointing it at the marshal."No, No, ya misunderstand. I was reaching fer my handkerchief. Shit! Don't be so touchy. Now, please tell me what happened." Joe described the action while I sat there still holding my pistol, cocked and ready to shoot. "OK, it shore looks like self defense ta me. I'll take care of cleanin' up the mess."Joe picked. Her senses homed in on a particular skyscraper, not far to the west. Careful to avoid losing her prey, she flew steadily closer despite her increasing hunger at something she could almost taste on her tongue.She attached herself to the walls, her razor-sharp nails digging into the concrete as her wings furled behind her. She quickly scaled the building, searching for the delectable meal she'd be having soon. At the same time, she casted a spell so that she would appear as nothing more than an. She had a glass of wine, and pounded both shots and told me to lets go. She grabbed my arm in a fun way and we left to go down stairs. I got a VIP table for the club, by the dance floor with a bottle of Champagne, and we sat in the booth had a glass and people watched. I gave it about 30 min before I tested the waters on this next level by putting my hand on her leg while we talked. No response, no pulling away and so I started to stroke her leg riding up under her dress, almost to her panty. Well, normally Conan is attentive. Tonight he’s just plain weird. He’d muttered cryptically when they’d walked in it was ‘a very special anniversary’ but wouldn’t elaborate. He paddles her arse now and again. She finds the pain cleansing. Conan, naked save for bottomless chaps, circles her, taking pictures on his phone. They do this often. She likes looking at the pictures later. Conan tells her she looks beautiful on them and she believes it. They are aesthetically pleasing.It is a wet and.