She was everything he fantasized about – he needed to touch her, feel her skin against him, he couldn’t wait to taste every bit of her. They fina...lly arrived at the hotel, he surprised her by telling her he'd already checked in. They climbed into the empty elevator, he pressed her back against the wall. She pulled him closer and wrapped her body around his, using her leg to push his cock into her. They start to move together, even with clothes on, his rock hard cock felt so good against her. The sergeant nodded. “Okay, let’s see if we can get down and out without any more bloodshed. We’ve got rid of eleven. There’s probably about nine in there. If there’s not, then there’s more elsewhere in the building.”“If they’ve put anyone in the cells, then there’ll be at least two in the cell block. Or should be.”“If they are, we don’t go near ‘em, and hopefully they’ll stay there. It’s the ones in there,” the sergeant nodded at the blocked doorway in front of them, “and the ones out on. Not being able to think of anything else to say, he asked her, "Have you had dinner yet? You might feel a little better if you have something to eat?" Eat?! I can't eat at a time like this. I don't even have a place to stay," she said to him.Wanting to help his friend, he told her, "If you want, you can use the hide-a-bed couch until you can find an apartment of your own." You'd do that for me?" she asked and she could tell from the look in his eyes that he had no intention of taking advantage. An unidentified bullet took her life and a huge chunk of my heart. The killer was never found despite my desperate search. Alana deserved justice and I needed closure. We got neither. She was condemned as an instigator. I knew better. To me, even in my heartache, she remained my hero. Someone who couldn't or wouldn't back down from her beliefs. It's now Pride month, another reason for my poignant reflections. The rainbow LGBTQ flag wasn't around in our day but we would have carried it proudly..