“Apologies, officer of the law!” she cried out as I shook my arm. I felt life beginning to return to it, my fingertips tingling. Behind us, I hear...d a crackling snarl, almost like a heat cutter. That fence was not going to slow the goons down. Instead, I tossed the squid killer down onto the cop’s chest, yanked his much more efficient service revolver, and then rushed to one of the cop walkers.These ones were heavy duty, multi-purpose two seaters, rather than the paddywagon that I had used .... Here, anyone who lived in the country or the rural areas owned both pistols and rifles. My grandfather had told me a lot of them slept with them under their pillows from habit. Now me, I would keep one close, but not under my pillow. The way I tossed and turned and with the nightmares I still had, I would quite possibly shoot myself by accident. Nope, under the pillow was a little too close for me."Mr. Morgan, I am glad you decided to come tonight instead of tomorrow. Bill told me you didn't. "What size are those?" I asked."46 quadruple G," says she."I want to see them," says I.She pulled her top off, revealing a baby blue sports bra. She reached behind her and undid it, letting it shoot across the garage and into the wall. I expected them to drop, the nipples ending up around her navel but they stayed sticking straight out from her chest, as if in an invisible bra."Store bought?" says I."Not on your life. These babies are organic." I'm impressed," says I, wrapping them around my. I finally reached my goal of many years and became Vice President of Operations for our company.Sarah was no longer my lawyer, but she became my friend. We spent many enjoyable hours together as time continued to pass on. We realized early on that friends are what we were and never took the final step to become lovers or more.Loretta also stayed in touch with me. We never became as close as Sarah and I, but we still spoke and saw each other with some frequency. She did manage to slip up,.