She started by applying some make up to my face. I tried to stay still,but it tickled a lot. She still did her best to apply the makeup. Thenext thing...Taylor grabbed was a red lip stick. She then applied to mylips while how I thought about how weird it was to see my own face upthis close and in person. She then applied the rest of my makeup. Ilooked in the mirror and realized that makeup really does change how aperson looks. Taylor then took my hand and led me into the bathroom andstarted. I'd just spent an hour washing it and was almost done. She had on a skirt so short you could smell her brains, and she lifted one of her legs and put it up on my hood.She actually left a trail of her juice on the car and showed it to me to let me see how wet she was. In our younger days I'd have fucked her right there in the driveway. But that day, realizing how cooties can fuck up a paintjob, I rewashed and waxed the whole car. I scrubbed extra hard the area where she'd left her slime trail. I. React we did! We beat the shit out of that joker, so bad that he had to be medivacked. We didn't know what to do with the grenade buried in our wall, but the sarge said that we should dig it out and pitch it over the cliff to our south. We all breathed a sigh of relief when it went over the cliff; it hit the ground 20 meters below without ever going off. By the way, we never saw that joker, again.It was a couple of nights later that the shit hit the fan! We were going through our normal. Turning, he pointed at two constables standing not far away, also monitoring the crowd. “You and you, with me.” The three police officers wandered slowly in the general direction of the uniformed men. Sergeant Alec Bradshaw also did not want violence to occur, and his approach to the uniformed men was as low key as he could make it. It was a hundred years since Ernst Rohm’s brown shirted thugs had started to take to the streets in pre Second World War Germany; Bradshaw hadn’t been interested in.
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