Well, that was all such a long time ago, by Marcia's reckoning. Not onlyin actual years, but in psychological time. Marcia felt that she couldafford t...o be magnanimous, if not spare Claire a little bit of sympathy.Even if now was the optimum time for revenge, the time when she could atlast lord it over the woman who'd always, on her own home turf, madeMarcia feel so uncomfortable, so inadequate, so much a freak. But thatwas the thing about revenge. By the time the opportunity to dish it. "Cynthia rolled her eyes at the statement about leading an army. He wasn't giving up his fantasy world. Disappointed, she said, "That's nice."Her answer was so out of step with the discussion that it confused Sid for a moment. Rather than respond, he said, "Well, as I was about to say. It is probably for the best if you don't go there. You might want to consider it sometime in the future when you're better prepared." Okay," Cynthia said."I hope you aren't disappointed."Cynthia smiled despite. They explored inside her and tweaked her clit until is was swollen and hyper sensitive. She started to pant and cry out into the warm summer night. Moments later her thighs were clamping around his hand as her pussy began to spasm in orgasm. Her stomach was shaky and her legs seemed strangely uncontrolled as she flexed in the best orgasm she'd had in months. Long after she'd fallen from her peak, Christie released his hand. He brought it to his lips and licked his fingers clean of their pussy. I almost hope we don’t solve the case all too fast. There is so much we can learn from him. Real Police work I mean.”Another sandwich disappeared and the Sergeant said. “I never thought I would say it, but I don’t even miss Old Snukkler anymore. I feel like a real policeman and after reading your case report I am convinced you were right from the start. Nothing of that case added up and someone is trying to pull the wool over our eyes. Well the Precinct is behind you Ma’am one hundred.