They were small, musty, and dusty with worn out hinges and rickety bathrooms. I wondered how the 4 couples were going to survive for six weeks in them....We had pizza delivered on Saturday night. I walked a beat with two of my officers for the exercise. They were to walk as a pair after dark for a while. I had been sitting or standing most of the day; it felt good to stretch the legs.I knew my partners appreciated the company. They were not afraid of the dark, just unsure how to deal with the city. We pulled in and pulled our guns out to waiting for the other group of bikes to come in. They pulled in slowly and stopped, we proceeded forward cautiously. They withdrew their side arms aiming at us while we returned the favor. "This isn't your town, Eagle." said the one that looked like the president. "No but we can make it that way if you would like." Replied Eagle. The other club whispered something then hopped on their bikes and speed out of their. When they turned their backs their patch. ...under the same roof, Trish was your meat and potatoes girl, good sex but not wild and crazy. Liz on the hand was a dirty whore (or at least thats what she liked to be called) Liz liked to sneak downstairs and I would leave our bedroom door open just enough, and with the dresser mirror in the right place Liz could hear and see everything, and after I was done with Trish (her being a very heavy sleeper) I could go upstairs to my fuck buddy. I came upstairs when I heard Liz moaning, and looked. ”“And your foster parents?”“I ... uhm ... remained at the orphanage.”“Such a beautiful young woman. You must have been a beautiful infant.”“A staff member of the orphanage took a liking to me. She essentially became my mother.”“But ... you must have needed a last name at some point. For social security, if nothing else.”“I’m not registered anywhere. Neither the government, nor any organizations, schools for instance. Even the public library. My tutor would borrow books for me.”“How could an.