Sounds like an abusive situation; I think I’ll check up on Monday.” I had started to disassemble the rifle when George was led behind me by two EMT’s. He was wrapped in a blanket and was hurried along the sidewalk when he suddenly stopped to hug me. “Thank God you were here, indian Matt. I wasn’t really scared until the end when he seemed to snap. I’d be dead now if not for you.” I returned the hug then encouraged him to follow the EMT’s to their vehicle. He was an elderly man who had undergone an extremely traumatic experience, one that could haunt him for the rest of his life. I had returned the rifle to its case when Daryl suggested that I go home. “I’ll secure the tape for the crime scene tech’s and we have plenty of witnesses. I’m sure George will be a good witness, too. You need to get home to that great wife of yours.” I nodded and walked away, carrying my rifle and feeling like a total failure. Lucy was up and waiting for me when I drove into the garage. She rushed out to hold me. “Daryl called. How terrible for you!” She led me into the house and up to the bedroom where she stripped my uniform from my body and led me into the shower. I was there with her when I broke down and cried like a baby. All told I must have cried for half an hour before Lucy’s love and tenderness helped to calm me. I had no remorse about killing the Mexican in the drug bust, but I’d had no real choice then. He was trying to kill me and it was self-defense. I had the highest hopes of ending this standoff successfully, but it wasn’t to be. Lucy put me to bed then took care of Max, feeding him and putting him out. He knew somehow that something was wrong—that something bad had happened. He rushed in and placed his head onto the bed where I could reach him and run my fingers through the fur on his head. Soon Lucy joined me, lying partially on my body. No sex tonight, but there was still plenty of loving and caring before I finally succumbed to sleep. We didn’t do much on Saturday, but I did take two phone calls from the County. The first was from the crime tech’s to tell me that their report would indicate that I shot out of necessity to save a life. The second was from the medical examiner. That came in the late afternoon. He told me that analysis of Sean Dugan’s blood showed he was a chronic abuser of drugs and that he had enough meth in his blood to fry anyone’s brain. He doubted that Dugan would have been able to think or reason at all. Sunday morning we were up early for the drive to the AME Church. Again, we were met by Pastor Michaels who led us to the front pew. This time I was asked to speak in the middle of the service. “Thank you, Anthony. The last time I was here I tried to tell you that I wanted to recruit minorities for the police force and that we—meaning my friend Daryl Evans, my wife Lucy, and I would hold tutoring sessions for anyone interested. Ten people showed interest and attended our sessions. “Well, I took a call from the Chief in Memphis a few days ago and he told me that Blowjobs either we were great tutors or we had great students because all ten passed both parts of the exam. All ten scored in the top fifty on the aptitude part and all ten passed the psychological part. I have a meeting tomorrow evening to review the police department budget with the City Council and I anticipate that we will have openings for all of you. You will get a formal letter within the next two weeks about enrolling in the Memphis Police Academy. Of course, the city will pay for that. Congratulations to all of you. You certainly deserve it.” I stood back from the podium to applaud. The tilting, off-balance sensation subsided, but burning red stardust blew on an unseen wind through her thoughts, and she felt warm... Christie stepped out indian of her clothes. Granted we do have all these teachers here but, the prophecy did say only Harry could defeat him. We were the same flesh, but... 'pajamas all day' She caught herself in the mirror and smiled proudly at the reflection. I was a little irritated when she sat on the toilet. My dick slowly enters her folds and I can feel her wetness. “I'm skilled at laying pipes!” I wished Daddy had stopped humping away between my little, spread legs. “I don't have a bathing suit.” It’s grey and made of very thin, silky material. Still, they may not believe you, Dave. “You’ve been traveling to Tentigo for eleven years?!” I exclaimed. Drifting as she leans on the counter-top, she is briefly but completely transported Blowjobs back to the table. I was so stupid in thinking that you would be just running those restaurants forever and me being second in your life,” she says. “Oh, yes, yes, yes!