"One minute," she shouted back.She swished some minty Scope around in her mouth, gargled, spit, and splashed some cold water on her face."What?" she a...sked, coming out of her bathroom, wiping her face and hands on a towel that she promptly tossed onto a chair.Her mother was sitting on her bed."We need to talk..." About?" Your attitude lately!" I'm PMSing." So take some Midol..."Her typical mother. She was pregnant ... as if Emma didn't already have a little brother and sister (sixth grade twins. She ended up in a car accident while driving under the influence of alcohol. Luckily she survived the head on collision into the tree. Many years afterwards the impact of the experience would cause her to join the Police force. Now was her mission in life was to help others as much as possible to repent for her wrong doings.The information however seemed typical. Just your average person out pulling a prank at the expanse of the taxpayers. However all cases like these had to be followed up even. She remained my fantasy queen all through.Recently I found this job here in Hyderabad. As I said I work from home most of the time, I got enough chances to speak with Usha aunty during this one year. I ogle at her whenever I get a change and get an instant hard-on. I still could not figure out how to get inside her nighty. I was too afraid to make a move. I satisfied myself by jerking off.As both my parents are working, I used to be alone in my home and she too would be alone with her newborn. The world swam around me. My feet stumbled as I lurched to the right. I grit my teeth. I had to focus. I had to kill the assassin.The world swam into focus for a moment.The assassin swung his chain at Sven, driving back the Zeutchian.I charged. My stomach heaved, bile burning the back of my throat. I swallowed it down, focusing on the assassin. On carving him in half. One single stroke of my crescent-blade ax and finish him off. I raised it over my head. It felt so heavy, like the weight had.