Slowly I stood up, not taking my eyes off him. I was a good few inches taller than he was, and even though he knew I respected him, I could see fear i... his eyes.“I’ve been waiting for this day for fourteen years,” I said in a low snarl. “Let me at him.”I followed him down the hall as he gave me the setup.“We’ve got Logan locked up in a solitary cell, bound, gagged and blindfolded. You’ll find all you’ll need in there. I can’t wait to hear that bastard scream.”“I dunno, man,” I said anxiously.. I kept her kissing and while kissing I moved my hand on her knitted top and started to press her left boob from outside the knitted top and I could make out that she loved it. While having this intimate closeness my dick was getting hard, I removed her top along with the bra (she was wearing a black bra) and her both the lovely melons popped out, size must be 34, which I gazed at and greedily I took them in both my hands and pressed them and in the interim the kisses were on. I now moved. I loved the place and the atmosphere, but most of all I guess I loved Helen. Most likely everyone else in town felt the same.I found the chief sitting at one of the smaller picnic tables. He had already made friends with a couple of the cops, who were in for an early lunch. They were talking about something from a TV show. I sat down at their table with my coffee."Okay, which of the world's problems are you solving today?" I asked."Today it's cheap energy on the agenda." the chief. Most couples, I think, would feel the need to try and find something to talk about, just to have something to talk about.Not us though, if we have something to say, then we say it. If not, we prefer to lose ourselves in the presence of the other, simply enjoying the fact that she is there.This comfortable silence continues until we actually reach Ottery , quickly grabbing the items we need; just some vegetables. What's Christmas dinner without spuds, parsnips, carrots and sprouts anyway. Mum.