”I gave him my most wintery smile. “I have a three-year contract, Sergeant. I think I can outlast the critics on the force. I would expect an expe...rienced sergeant could make sure any complainers understood who’s going to win and who’s going to lose.”He smiled back. “Yes, sir, understood.”I stood up and stuck out my hand. “It was good to meet you, Sergeant Crenshaw. I expect to be talking to you frequently. Start working on that memo, and tonight, when you are drinking a beer at home, start. I didn't wear the disguise but the guys were careful that my face didn't show or they gave me something to hide behind. You know hold my knit top up over my face like a bandanna. "Too bad nobody thought of a veil. Maybe we could start a riot in a Muslim country," I said."You know what," Phil said. "We could do that. It wouldn't be hard to improvise one." If you want to use this in the finished product, you will never be able to sell it. Any real TV people will be scared to death," I said."Yeah,. "The O'Hara will meet you anytime, anyplace."About this time the school officials came rushing up. "What's going on? Is there trouble here? No fighting. If there is any fighting on school grounds, it doesn't matter what school you are from, you get suspended and won't graduate." That cooled my will to fight. I needed my diploma in two weeks.Brad saw this. "I'll shake hands, if he will." Okay by me." I stuck out my hand.Brad took it and pulled me close. "Get your friends to find someplace away. “Yes, but pretty!” I replied as I leaned up and kissed one, letting my lips surround her areola and my tongue swirl around her nipple. She moaned again, holding my head to her chest. I gently suckled for a minute or so before kissing my way to the other. She rocked gently, like a mother does a feeding baby. The taste of her nipples was making me hard. “You will fuck me. Yes?” she said, rather matter-of-factly. “But what about your parents?” “They would rather, I have American baby. Not.