Senior Constable Doug Mc Barker, the old guy I was put with for the first three months, damn near drove me insane with boredom. He hated being a first... responder and was more than likely to turn up after the shooting or stabbing was done. I was not surprised that he had never made Sergeant.We seemed to get mostly domestic and burglary cases. Our beat wasn’t one of the better suburbs, and we also did a lot of minor drug busts. Doug liked burglary after the fact, best.However, he made me write-up. Your body may turn to dust but your words live on in the winds and in the c***dren you gave life to. They will be true to your name and up hold it with honor and love. Just remember words destroy walls and build bridges and cities. They will bring people together, now my words to you my friend thank you for your time with listening to me and stand strong, stop running and use your time to face your end. You will not be alone in the end because you have family waiting for you to come home. Your. Instead there was one extra big lump in the middle. I stood in the darkness at the foot of their bed and tilted my head to the side. This was unexpected – in a nice sort of way. They were lying there fast asleep, all cuddled together. I was relieved to see that. My last few midnight visits had almost convinced me they didn’t do that anymore. It was kind of sweet that my parents still liked to cuddle up to each other sometimes. It was kind of reassuring that my father, who found it hard to show. Forced against him. Head on his warm chest. Watching the show. His hand trailed up over his stomach continuing to rub the hot cum into his chest. Then he turned and started to kiss her. He forced her mouth open. Tonguing her. After awhile he started to taste blood. “Fuck, Amy,” he said, drawing back, “I’m sorry I hit you. You just make me so fucking crazy.” “You’re not sorry!” Amy was nearly in tears, “You hit me every time I don’t... don’t... and you... you told Jack... Why, Casey?... you.