At first he was pleased. Sasha was a good-looking girl. Perhaps if he played his cards right a date might follow...That thought had died by the end of... his first shift. Sasha was a cow. A mean, bitchy, arrogant cow. He worried that her coldness was the result of his rudeness - had he made leering at her too obvious? But it soon became apparent that Sasha was obnoxious to everyone. A bully to those beneath her, someone who blamed everybody else when those above her criticised. The most unpopular. ’ She knelt so that she could look into the little face, slightly smudged with what looked to be chocolate cake, and train soot. The blonde head tipped to the side, and she considered Amelia for nearly a full minute before answering ‘I’m Emily, but if you want,’ She leaned in and whispered confidentially, ‘You can call me Emmy.’ She stared directly into Amelia’s eyes, waiting for an answer, and found herself locked in a tight hug. ‘Oh you little doll baby! I’ll call you what ever you want.’ . Anyway, we gave it a try.For lack of a better idea, I drove my little black Accura down to Jamaica Plain and found a place to park that seemed to be reasonably safe. It was close to 10:00 PM and pretty dark. Of course there were street lights, but street lights don't do a hell of a lot of good that late at night.Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained. I did play it safe by carrying my baton in my hand so that it would be ready at a moment's notice. I walked away from my car and didn't get 100. K.,Sorry!"J.T. continued like there hadn't been another interruption. My wife, Mary, may be fucking kinky, in fact there are times when she gets downright Scary Kinky, Kinkier than even Me, but this was a topic we had never broached before. Shit, How Do You even begin to bring up a topic like that anyway? Hell, until the day before, I thought we still had years to go before even considering having 'The Talk' with Shelly! Shows what I know.Anyway...Shelly got off the toilet and stood there.