"Well my radar gun clocked you at well over that. In a rush to some sort of emergency? "Jamie had nothing but respect for the police and beleived if h...e didnt want to get pulled up he shouldn't drive like an asshole. So he only jad himself to blame."No, sorry, just had a shit day at work". The officer looked at Jamie. "I would appreciate it if you didnt swear sir". Jamie apologised again."Stand against the car please. With your permission im going to search you". She went through the usual. Jon wrote his phone number on the credit card voucher, and we left. We wandered round a few more shops before heading back to the car. On the way back we came across a Post Office and got a Passport application for me. Back home - well it was my home now, Jon had me get us some food before he tied me to a chair, legs open, gagged and blindfolded. He then pushed a vibrator in me, switched it on slow speed, and went out. The vibe was doing its job slowly, but I was fighting it, I didn’t want. She pulled to the side and parked a block from the Starbucks he went to everyday after work. Maybe today shed give him a glimpse. She grabbed the gun that sat on the seat next to her, she couldnt really stick it behind her, her jacket reached her hips but youd see the front end of the gun in her jeans. She could put a gun holster on, she thought. She reached to open the glove department in front of the passengers seat and hoped her waist one was in there. She opened it up and saw it, she. ‘The beautiful wasteland, and the black tide.’ ‘Oh, for heaven’s sake, Mark,’ said Tony, ‘not you as well. I can’t bear all that schmaltzy Caledonian sentimentality. Scotland’s dead. It’s a backwater. And as long as you lot keep looking over your shoulders at some hazy romanticised Brigadoon past that was never real anyway, you never will amount to a hill of beans. Independent? This godforsaken place? Don’t make me laugh. Your precious parliament couldn’t manage a piss up in their own bloody.