I come to this area around the university once every couple of weeks. How about you? You work at the V.A. hospital?”“Yes, I’m an ophthalmic tech...nician,” Summer said as she poured tea. “Let’s go sit in the living room.” They carried their cups into the next room and sat together on the sofa.“How did you get into that?”“After I finished community college, I got interested in it and took a course and became certified.”“What’s an ophthalmic technician do?” Bobby asked.“I assist the doctors with. Your Ma and Pa won't miss you," he whispered - nay, growled - in my ear as my knees began to buckle from fear and panic and the pain of him squeezing my arms. I told him he was hurting me, begged him to let me go, and I felt his grip loosen. He turned me around until I was facing him again, and let go of one of my arms, but kept his hand against my skin. My eyes were still closed tight, and I could feel his hand moving down my arm, the small of my back and finally cupping my little tight. ELAINE: Let's hope not. Sheriff, there is a burning question on every woman's mind that none of us have ever had the courage to ask. [Lean forward and slowly unbutton top two buttons on blouse.] Can a woman really get out of a ticket by showing a little cleavage?SHERIFF: I think if you show any more, Elaine, I might have to write a ticket. [Laughter.] Our responsibility as officers of the law is to enforce the law equally, no matter what. Except... ELAINE: You're human?SHERIFF: That certainly. He turned his head, and in the dim moonlight, Icould see his eyes open."What are you doing here?" he asked. "You were having a nightmare," I said, "and youwere moaning. I came to see what I could do foryou." Do for me," he said. "I was dreaming about you,about your hand, about your tits, Esther." Do what? My tits?" "What you did with your hand. Yes, your tits." I knew he was half-asleep. I didn't want himmoaning anymore, waking up everyone in the house.I grabbed his cock,.