I didn’t want to make films, fuck what if someone I knew saw them, my Dad, my Mum. No, it wasn’t going to happen.“Look I’m not…” I began.�...��Dermot, take the slut into the front room, and explain things to her,” Jan said, “while me and Mike conclude our business.”Dermot grabbed my arm, and pulled me up, and dragged me into the lounge. He was a big man, tall, and muscled. He didn’t close the door, then he grabbed the neck of my dress, and just pulled. It tore, and he kept on tearing it until it was. She was sick of this young cop calling her 'maam' and she felt her rights were being violated. Where was that 'innocent until proven guilty' thing?She complied with the officer's orders. She reached in her car for her purse, and followed him back to the squad car. He opened the door for her, and deposited her on the passenger seat. Then he went around to the driver's side, and got in.It was deathly quiet in the cabin, and a bit too chilly. He had the air conditioning on full blast, and it made. His fatherly friend, Gernot, was lying on his back with a bolt in his eye, and now, the last two remaining comrades were skewered by the soldiers. The noise died down, and Joerg saw the Mayor Lauritz approach, accompanied by his son Edgar, both wearing the uniform of the City Guards. The wool merchant Hinrichsen was with them, and the head of the fish traders, Lingold. They kicked at the bodies and laughed easily. Then the Mayor ordered to clear the square of the bodies and to collect the. “That guys a douche,” the woman mutters.“You heard him?” Cherise asks, surprised that the woman was listening in.“Most of it,” she says. “Didn’t catch everything, but I saw that you were.”“Was I that obvious?”“Not really, but I know what to look for in a woman,” she answers, stirring the straw around in the liquid.“Oh?” Cherise says, cutting her eyes at the woman.“With a bartender that looks like you, it’s hard not to,” she says, adding a faint smile tot eh corner of her lips.Cherise is pretty.