Johnson?”“Your police officer! He came here asking about Montrose, and when I said he wasn’t here, he kicked in my door! He just kicked it in an...d barged in! Montrose isn’t here! Get that hooligan out of my house!’Well, that was clear enough! This wasn’t good! “One-Six-Three to Dispatch, on scene and supervising. Who has Paul Six-One today?”A few seconds later Dispatch came back, “Dispatch to One-Six-Three, Paul Six-One was assigned to Two-Two-Four, Patrolman Hanover.”“One-Six-Three to Dispatch,. Surely she could trust him.She'd no more than thought that thought than Lucifer jumped back in. "Don't be an idiot. That lousy bastard will say anything to get control. If you let him go, he'll wrap you up in that blanket and be down the canyon faster than fat fries in a fire. If you don't control him, I'll take control. Understand?" he hissed."Lord knows I hate to say it, but he is right, Mary. Don't give Lou a chance to get control back. Don't worry, dear. We'll find a way to feed him." And. I got up walked over to her as Mala closed and latched the door. Shreya came over and gave me a tight hug and kissed me. We sat down on the couch as Mala offered her a glass of juice she sipped from the glass and put it down. I pulled her close to me and started kissing her neck and nibbling on her earlobes as she moaned softly. I squeezed her tits and started unbuttoning her blouse. Mala sat and watched us with a smile. I soon had Shreya out of blouse and kissed her cleavage. I had my hands on. He wanted it. Fuck. He needed it. The thrill. The rush. He loved finding the perfect mark. It wasn't anything perverse or sexual. It was just good, clean fun. The kind that left him with a high that lasted almost all week. Sweet, precious time he savored and languished in as much as he could.He took a deep breath through his nose and let the long sigh out over the top of his beer. Thirty more minutes and he'd give it up for the night. Find some kind of solace in a woman's cunt. He was charming,.