abandoned New Sodom [guy_sas x Whimsical Dreams]

[guy_sas]

Suddenly she felt the gaze of that unseen eye above her penetrate down through her flesh and bone, into her very skull. Pleasure started to multiply inside her, beyond anything she ever could've imagined before. There was no way to stop it, or fight it. Within a second, or perhaps less, she felt as if she was on the brink of the most powerful orgasm of her life. The two cocks slammed deep inside her, and she wasn't able to stop herself from cumming. They came as well, thick cum poured into her pussy and in her mouth. There was so much, the cock in her pussy filled it up, nicely before he stopped. The one in her mouth, the fox, didn't stop. It kept coming out, in just one large stream. It filled her mouth. She couldn't spit it out in time, it just kept coming. It pushed it's way down her throat, and into her lungs when she tried to breath. It tasted like saltwater. It was saltwater! She was drowning!

Lora awoke, coughing inside the cave, just a little ways away from the entrance. Her head was pounding, like it had been hit by a rock, and a small trickle of blood ran down her cheek. She was covered in water, it soaked through her clothes, and made everything cold. Water was rushing down from the entrance above her. Her flashlight was down the the pathway a bit, caught against a rock that stopped it from being pushed down further. Other items, hadn't been so luckily caught. Her gun, badge, and wallet, all appeared to be missing. Her PDA was still on her, but like the rest of her it had been soaked in saltwater, as had the journal she had been given. As she carefully made her way up and out of the cave, she seemed to have one bit of possible good luck.

A tape, like what one might use, if say one was say, a cameraman for an important news reporter. It looked like it had been placed inside the cave, like the person who had it wanted to hide it somewhere others wouldn't look. 

Edited May 2, 2018 by guy_sas

[Whimsical Dreams]

Sex just didn't seem to be an option in her life, it was just imposed on her.  The first time it happened, years ago, it had been against her will.  Now the second time in her life... and again, against her will, and perhaps even more brutal.  But what was a dreadful experience the first time around only seemed to get better and better for some reason.  She felt something within her, within her mind, that made her forget all notions of rape.  It made her body love the feeling of the harsh penetrations, of the rough tugging and using.  "MMgghhnn..."  The mare couldn't help but grin slightly, as much as she could at least, around the long length that shoved itself mercilessly into her maw.  And her body began shaking like crazy as she achieved her orgasm.  But perhaps moreso, the feeling of being filled by warm spunk, coming in from both sides... it was just so... great...

'At least... when I die... I've felt good for once...'  She started to just let the stream go unabated into her maw, over and over.  But when it kept coming, she opened her eyes and spit out seawater.  "UGH!" she groaned, the disgusting taste left nearly making her vomit.  Peering around, she realized that her end hadn't happened.  Was it all a dream?  She didn't have time to find out as the cave was flooding.  "Shit!" she groaned, noting her missing belongings, but she grabbed her flashlight and darted out of the cave.  Spotting the tape, she took hold of it as well, as it was totally out of place for where she was.  Backing off, she needed a moment to catch her breath.

[guy_sas]

It was night now, the moon was high in the sky, and the waves crashed violently against the shore. A cold wind swept over the water and chilled her to the bone. Her head still pounded like crazy, but the wound had seemed to stop bleeding by the time she had made it out of the cave. On the horizon, she could see clouds start to come in, large ones, something inside her knew a storm would come by morning,, a powerful one. She had the choice to either try and find a place to stay for the night, or just sleep inside her SUV. Another chill wind reminded her that she would need to get out of the soaked clothes as fast as possible, if she wanted to avoid a cold. Her car was the farthest point from her, right now, and the lighthouse was a close second. The clinic was a third. Going to any of those was bound to leave her with a cold at least. The church was the closest point to her, she could probably reach it in under a quarter of an hour. Of course, there was no guarantee it would let her in.

[Whimsical Dreams]

"Shit..."  Frankly, she wasn't really sure she should go back in, but right now, she couldn't.  With the tide rising, the storm coming, and her wet clothes going to cause her all manner of problems, she needed to get the hell out of there as soon as possible.  Taking a look at her drenched island map, the ink had somehow gone on mostly undamaged, but the paper wasn't so lucky.  She managed the uncomfortably soggy paper about in her hands, spotting the church as the closest building.  Putting it away in her pants pocket after losing her satchel, she got up and trotted rather quickly, shivering as the cold breeze froze her to the both.  After some hiking through the relative wilderness of the island, she managed to get to the church and went to attempt to open the door, or knock on it if it was locked.

[guy_sas]

A tentative push revealed that the door was unlocked. The inside was dark and empty, a wide room that stretched forward and was dotted with pews. In the back of the room there was a raised stage, with a podium in front and metal cross hanging behind it. There were two doors to the left and right of the stage, both closed and made of wood. The walls of the room had large windows that now bathed in the room in a pale blue light. The wind started to howl outside, and the doors blew shut with a bang behind Lora. Calling out only got echoes in response. Light poured out from under one of the doors, and from inside could be heard the scratching of a pencil on paper.

[Whimsical Dreams]

In her rapidly exhausted state, Lora pushed harder on the doors than she expected, nearly stumbling through.  As she entered, she peered about the empty church and the whistling of the wind coming in from behind her.  The sudden shutting of the doors, nearly knocked her off her hooves and into one of the pews from the surprise, especially considering what she had been through.  Yet as she leaned there against one of the pews in silence, she thought about it more.  Had that really happened?  Was it possible that it had all been a dream again?  Her clothes were intact... and this blow to her head... she didn't recall any blow to the head.  But how had she gotten to the entrance?  

Shaking her head as a dizziness from lack of sleep and the lingering pain of the wound were starting to overcome her, she called out into the darkness.  "Hello?  Is anyone here?"  The echoes came back to her as her voice shuttered from the change in pitch back.  Though as her eyes adjusted more to the relative darkness of the sanctuary, she also noticed one of the doors having a light showing through, and as her slow clops lead her near the wooden frame, she could hear a pencil on the other side.  Slowly, she brought her hand up into a fist and knocked on the door firmly.

[guy_sas]

Knocking produced no response after a minute of waiting. No matter how hard she knocked it seemed that there was now answer. Finally, when she got exhausted enough to try the door, she learned that it was also unlocked, and she found herself in a sort of combination bedroom office. There was a bed in one corner and a desk in the other. Sitting at his desk was a large bulldog, he wore a black shirt, with pure white pants, and a white collar. He was scribbling notes onto a piece of paper, with an open bible nearby. He had headphones in his ears, and was bobbing his head in time to unheard music. He didn't seem to notice that Lora had entered his room, as he kept on writing.

[Whimsical Dreams]

By now, her soaked clothes had been air drying, but sticking to close to her body and moistly cold.  Lora found herself shivering, her teeth clattering as the cold seeped into her flesh.  And though she continued to hear the writing on the other side, her knocks went unanswered.  "Hello?" she called through the door, and still, whoever it was, they must've been ignoring her.  Groaning in frustration, her head hurting, her eyes dizzily trying to focus on the door, and her body trembling with need to rest, she tried the door and noticed it was unlocked.

Tossing open the door, she clopped her way angrily into the room, expecting to confront whoever the hell was in this room, only to see what amounted to a priest's private retreat.  And she assumed the bulldog sitting at the desk, ignoring her, to be likely be the priest, judging by his clothing.  She made her way over to him, furious by this point.  Faith had no room in her life, not after the life she had, and she cared little for anyone who did.  To her, this man was just another lunatic preaching some ideology that was too good to be true.  

Yet as she was about to turn him around in his chair and confront him, she noticed him listening to music, probably rather loudly.  "Son of a bitch..." she groaned as she reached over and plucked one of the earphones out.  "Hey," she said, bringing her maw close to his ear to make sure he knew she was there.

[guy_sas]

The priest turned suddenly in his seat, clearly surprised to see her. His eyes went wide and he stammered a bit before he had a chance to look over what state she was in. His eyes softened a bit, as he plucked the other earbud out. Even when the first one was out, Lora could hear how loud his music was. He shoved them into his pocket as he stood up, and gently took Lora by the arm. He tried to lead her out of the room.

"Do not forget to show hospitality to strangers, for by so doing some people have shown hospitality to angels without knowing it. Hebrews 13:2," he muttered under his breath. His voice seemed to be just naturally loud, and powerful. "I'm so sorry," he said as he tried to lead Lora down the other hall, "I wasn't expecting anyone to show up this late. You seem tired, I'll take you to our guest rooms, and get you a spare change of clothes," he glanced at the dried blood that ran just off the side of her maw, "and some bandages as well."

[Whimsical Dreams]

As she waited for his reaction, the bulldog probably surprised at first from her sudden appearance, she was actually ready to fight him when he reached out to touch her.  After the experience in the cave... or her mind... or whatever... she wasn't in the mood to be touched by anyone, for any reason.  And yet she suddenly felt as if she didn't have the strength to even put up her fists.  So tired...  "Well I... wasn't expecting to come here..." she said in a low voice, belying her exhaustion.  The bags under her eyes were getting quite obvious from lack of sleep, and her venture into the cave left and hike up here left her with little reserves.  

It wasn't hard for him to lead her forward, and considering how quiet it all was, she didn't have any reason to believe he had anyone else here, either.  "I'd appreciate it..." she muttered to him, if only because she hated handouts.  Course, any cash she had was in her satchel which... well, she wasn't sure she'd see it again.  

[guy_sas]

"Of course, child," he said as he lead her down the other door, which led to a long hall, dotted with doors on either side. He brought her into the first one, it was a simple room with little more than a couple beds inside. He sat her down at the edge of one of the beds, there was no one else in the room, and then quickly left. He returned a moment later with a handful of clothes and bandages. He placed the clothes next to her, and quickly worked to cover up the wound. As he worked he muttered to himself, again.

"Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Matthew 11:28," he stood back up once it was done, "you can sleep here, there is a bathroom down the hall, if you want to change in privacy," he glanced at her once more, "I'll check to see how you are doing in the morning. Good night," then he made his way out of the room.

[Whimsical Dreams]

'Pfft... child... these holy types are always so condescending...' she thought to herself.  Religion was something she was very fond of growing up, yet no divinity could possibly exist in her eyes and allow a youngster like she had been to go through what she had gone through.  God was dead to her, and this guy mentioned words from some musty old book was starting to get on her nerves.  Still, neither did she have the strength to really get into an argument right now, nor could she really say anything once he started bandaging her up.  "Thanks..." she muttered, almost regretfully as she didn't feel like she needed his help to this extent.  Now she felt like she owed him or something.  After all, she wasn't a charity case!

Regardless, she nodded to him as he left and she peered over at the clothes he left behind.  The dress looked like a donation from one of the islanders.  "Hmph.  I bet..."  Considering the sudden gusts of wind that ravaged the island, wandering around in a dress wasn't something she looked forward to doing.  Nor had she worn a skirt or dress in years.  Still, she sighed as just thinking was starting to hurt her brain.  

Placing the new clothing aside, Lora remained seated as she started to strip.  Slipping off her moist woolen turtleneck was a bit of a chore, particularly in her weakened state, but when she finally managed to pull it off and let it fall to the floor, she could breathe better now that only her black cotton push-up bra remained on her upper body.  Doing the same with her slacks, these were a bit easier to push down, and then she sat in only her seamless black thong, tightly sticking to her curves and nether.  She was used to sleeping in shorts and a t-shirt, but a night gown would do for now.

[guy_sas]

Her sleep was troubled to say the least. Her mind kept returning to that cave she was in before, with all the girls encased in stone around her, the two figures using her body over and over again, filling her holes with load after load of their sperm. The constantly changed positions, and switched off, using her pussy and mouth in every way imaginable. They brought her to orgasm after orgasm, and she never got tired or sore. If anything her body only craved the next one more, after each shuddering wave of pleasure. As she slept, her hand snaked its way down between the covers and she began to play with herself.  

A sudden burst of noise threw Lora out of her dream. The preacher walked into the room, and looked down at her. He dreams and fingers had left her wet, but fortunately it didn't show from under the bed sheets. "This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it. Psalm 118:24," he looked at her instead of through her, "How are you feeling?"

[Whimsical Dreams]

Lora's breathing was rapid, her nostrils flaring harshly as soft utterances left her maw, her head twisting back and forth in rhythmic, sudden patterns while she slept.  The vivid memories came back, and it was as if they were elaborating from what she had experienced.  'No.. no.. I don't want it...' she kept lying to herself as pleasure seeped throughout her body.  'Uuhnn... n-no... uhhhnnnn... please... st... st...'  She couldn't bring herself to reject it, and as she slowly grew to accept it, the rape turning into a fantasy for her, she slipped a finger to her clit and began rubbing under the covers.

'YES!  OOHH YEESS!!  FILL ME UP!  SHOOT YOUR DIRTY CUM INSIDE ME!  OOOOHHHH!!!'  Biting down on her lip, her expression grew lustful as her face reddened, and she proceeded to stick three fingers into her wet cunt before she started to thrust rather rapidly, trying to imitate her dream  'MMHHNNN YYESSSS!!  OH MAKE MY YOUR WHORE!  YYEESSSS!!'  

"AAHN!" she screamed out, the pleasure hindered by the surprise as she awoke from the sudden burst into her room.  Though Lora was sweating profusely, it wasn't the usual thing she was used to.  Gasping for air, she peered about the room, withdrawing her soaked fingers from her seeping cooch.  "W-wha... what..." she uttered before peering up at him.  "O-oh... y-yeah... I'm... better..."  Her face was red as she was still hot and bothered.  

[guy_sas]

He looked over her once with wide eyes, for a second, which seemed to linger on her red face. He took a couple steps towards her. "Are you sure? You're face is all red, and you're voice doesn't sound good. I think you might've gotten a fever." Before she could stop him, he walked up to her, and laid a hand on her head, to feel her temperature. As he did, there was almost a spark of some kind between her and him. Everything went dark for a second, when her eyes cleared the preacher was back in the doorway glaring down at her. "Get out of my church," he spoke in a low voice, almost a growl, as he glared down at her.

[Whimsical Dreams]

"Y-yeah I'm sure..." she groaned, partially in embarrassment.  Didn't this guy knock or something?  Though as he started to walk up to her, her eyes widened.  "W-wait no!"  The last thing she needed was for him to find her in sexual heat inside a church.  And yet... something inexplicable happened, and she felt like a slight shock of some sort.  Did she close her eyes?  Did she pass out?  The mare couldn't tell what the hell had happened but considering the dog was back at the entrance of the room so quickly, she couldn't say that something odd hadn't happened.

The glare was understandable, as she was in no position to deny her arousal.  Of course, she had no idea if that's what it was but she had nothing else to answer.  So quietly, she slipped out of bed in the night gown, gathering her items and the borrowed clothes, and slowly stepping toward him, where she now was the taller one.  "Thank you for your hospitality," she said, uncharacteriscally thankful.  It wasn't her style to ever be so polite, but considering her situation, she didn't feel like she had much choice.  Pushing past him, she slowly clopped down the hall, heading into the main sanctum and toward the front door.

[guy_sas]

The preacher didn't return any comment. He just continued to glare at her. Even as she walked next to him, and he had to turn his head up to look at her, he still stared down at her. The main sanctum wasn't full of people by any means, there were only a few nuns, two rabbits and one vole, scurrying about. They all stopped what they were doing, and fell silent, except for a couple whispers shared between the rabbits, as they pointed at her. Specifically they pointed at the obvious trail of clear liquid running down her thigh.

As Lora stepped out of the church, a strong breeze came by, and seemed to try and push her back in. The storm was getting closer, the sky was covered by black swirling clouds, but there wasn't anything there yet, except for the winds. As the door closed behind her again, she took a step forward and another gale came through, it blew up the skirt of her nightgown, and it took her about a solid minute of wrestling with it against the wind to get it back down again.

[Whimsical Dreams]

Her face was red with embarrassment.  It's not that she was pious or anything, but let's face it: she wasn't an exhibitionist and having to walk around with quite obvious signs of arousal were killing her mentally right now.  If this island was doing one thing really well... it was breaking her down.  The normally cool and collected, rather bitchy mare had been slapped, punched, and raped to the point that she couldn't help but try to be humble in front of these people.  And as she walked out into the town, she had to plant her hooves firmly into the ground so that she wouldn't get knocked over.

Course, this also meant that the whole reason she refused to wear dresses and skirts would be happening to her.  "Argn!" she groaned, more irritated than surprised, as she fought with the gown and the wind, which over and over flashed her wet black thong and lusciously rounded posterior to those around her.  Not until the wind died down and she was out of breath resisting that she managed to take a look around at her surroundings.

[guy_sas]

She was at the end of a path, looking straight forward into the forest. There were several branches off of her path that led off to other parts of the town. Apparently, after a couple glances around, she was completely alone on the path. If she followed the path she was on now she would end up back in the center of town, next to the bar, and the police station. She glanced back down at the tape she still had with her, there was a feeling about it, like she needed to know what was on it right away, something important was on it. This wasn't a supernatural feeling or anything, Lora had felt in plenty of times before in many other missions. When you have your hands on something important to solve a case, you just know it. Still, it wouldn't be a bad idea to change first.

~~~~~~~

"Oh, fuck me," he said to no one in particular as he paced around the front of the entrance to Knossos. The tape was gone. He wondered if the current had swept it down, far away from him, deep into the cave system. He thought he had placed it high enough to avoid that, but at the same time, he had to believe that. If it wasn't taken by the water, then someone had it. They would see what was on it, and then it would all be over. It had made so much sense too, to make the tape and hide it there. But now, oh fuck. A cold sweat ran down his back. Maybe he should run, flee the island, get away before it was too late.

Then he stopped pacing, and a sense of calm came over him. A voice that was so very close to his own voice spoke up inside his head. Of course, the tape had just been washed away. No one came out here to Knossos, no one except him. He would just have to go down into the cave and get it back. And that's what he did. He walked down, into the cave, and turned at each fork, without even having to question which path was the right one, he just knew. After several minutes of walking, he reached it. He knew he did without having to see it. Except, when he picked them up, he realized they weren't his tape at all. He carried them back up to the sunlight, and looked at them there.

He had an FBI badge showing the name and face of one Lora Kaine in one hand, and in his other he had a gun. Suddenly he knew that someone had taken his tape, and he knew what he would have to do.

[Whimsical Dreams]

Once she realized she was alone, she sighed and actually thought about how enjoyable the breeze had been, caressing her hot loins and calming them down.  As well as drying the fluids on the fur of her thighs.  As she clenched her clothing tightly, she felt the hard case of something in her pocket.  "Oh... the tape..." she muttered to herself aloud.  She had... well, forgotten about it.  And who could blame her?  She had no idea what had come over her last night, as she wasn't the type to masturbate in her sleep.  No, she had been on meds to make sure she didn't dream, since it was always a repeat of her first and terrible sexual experience.  Except...

"Oh fuck..."  Her meds were in her satchel, in the cave.  And yet... she didn't have a nightmare.  Per se...  Shaking her head, she had to get a move on.  Though she decided to change into the dress before she went any further, as her clothes were still damp from the previous day.  Shifting behind a bush, it was a quick dress off dress on, taking a total of 2 minutes to do.  If someone was watching her, the show was already over before it began.  Regardless, she headed back to the police station to search for a method of watching the tape.

[guy_sas]

As she moved through the forest towards the center of town the hallucinations started up again, this time far more powerful than before. She could see figures behind trees in the distance, looking at her, studying her, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. The constant wind, which still made its best attempt at revealing her thong and ass to the world, sounded like "Run," when is whistled through the trees. A large gust came through, and old branch broke off a dying tree. It sounded like a gunshot when it the forest floor, making Lora reach for gun, involuntarily.

Eventually she made it out of the forest though, and into the center of town, like she wanted, and found it almost as empty as the path leading from the church. The stores had their windows covered and their doors closed. Apparently whatever storm was coming was going to be a big one. Fortunately, the police station left theirs unlocked. It was a bit of a struggle to open it, the wind only seemed to be getting stronger with time. Lora could only hope a tornado wasn't going to be touching down.  

When she entered the police station, the lights flickered for a second, and Lora struggled to get the door closed. The bottom of her dress was flipped up once more, before she managed to slam the door closed. When she turned around she saw both Alice, and Chief Haroldson, looking at her. Looking at the wolf's blank expression she could believe that they hadn't seen anything. Seeing Alice blushing fiercely behind her desk destroyed that idea in a heart beat.

"Good morning, Detective," The chief said stoically, "you look like you had one hell of night. Need a glass of coffee, or a shot of whisky?"

[Whimsical Dreams]

It just seemed like Lora couldn't catch a break.  "Fuck... why did I come to this god forsaken place..." she mumbled to herself as her eyes darted about, seeing things that weren't there... or were they?  Biting her lip, she pretty much just ignored the wind as it lashed at her, exposing her over and over.  Without her heat, her loins were actually getting cold, to the point that she was shivering as the shivers spread throughout her body.  "Fffuucckk.... hhrrngn..." she groaned as her eyes teared up from the wind slapping into her face.  Her ears twitched as she heard a voice though.  "Run?" she asked, as if wanting to confirm what it said.  Of course, the sound of a sudden gun-shot like effect caused her to whirl around and pull out an imaginary gun.  "SHIT!" she cried as she turned back again and started sprinting through the forest.  

When she finally burst into the center of town, she finally slowed down.  Panting and sweating, she wasn't used to physical exercise as intense as that despite her physiology.  "Fuck.. hahnnn... huuhhn..."  Wheezing severely, she could go for a nice, long drag of her cigars right now.  But she didn't feel like heading to her car in this weather.  No, she had to continue on to the police station.  

Despite her strength, the wind was actively fighting against her, and mother nature was only winning for a short period of time, though she was putting up one hell of a struggle.  "GGGRRRRRR..." Lora groaned as she sent her muscles into overdrive.  Eventually, she managed to slip inside, but somehow now had to fight the other way!  "How... the... fuck..." she gasped, not understanding how this was possible.  This place was horrible...  Eventually, she managed to get the door shut, just as a brief flash of the thin, black fabric and the rounded, toned cheeks showed off to those behind her.  

Gasping for air and panting, she slowly turned around and realized there was an audience.  'Well... fuck...' she thought as her cheeks grew a bit red.  Still, she tried to remain as stalwart as she could as she approached them, though the mouse gave away her little display.  "I need something strong.  Mix 'em," she said in exasperation.  She looked like utter shit.  "And while you're at it, get me something to watch this," she said, pulling out the tape from the bundle of clothing she carried.

[guy_sas]

"I think I've got something that could do that," the chief says as he walks over and takes the tape from her hands. He turns it over once, "or rather, I think I know where I can get something to do that." The wind howls again, and something loud bangs against the wall. Haroldson looks at her for just one moment, as if to wordlessly ask her if its really important. Then he shoves the tape in his own pocket, before he makes his way over to the door. He take his hat off and leaves it on a coat rack. "I'll be back in just one minute," he says, "Alice can show you the notes from yesterday, interrogating the towns people." He says, and then disappears out into the winds. The lights flicker again just after he leaves.

[Whimsical Dreams]

Though Lora wasn't exactly keen to give up such a potentially crucial piece of evidence, she was a bit too distraught already to put up much of a fight as he took it off her hands.  Not to mention he had been cooperative so far, so maybe she could actually trust him to go and do as he said.  Meanwhile, she joined the younger, smaller mouse to peer at the notes.  "Okay, what do you have for me?" she asked, clopping over beside the desk and leaning over next to her.  If her stature and demanding demeanour weren't intimidating enough, the though of what lay right through the fabric of that dress likely scared the girl, or whatever she might feel.  "Well?"

[guy_sas]

"Um, well, I found, that is to say we, my uncle and I, uh," she stammered a bit and then glanced up at Lora's eyes and suddenly went silent. She turned back towards her desk, and pulled out a stack of paper about an inch thick. Lora could see that there were no words on the paper, it was covered in little squiggles, and strange markings, that were laid on the page like writing. A second later she realized that it was short hand. "We  managed to interview about seventy percent of the town yesterday," Alice's voice was stiff like this was a prepared speech, "and most of what we got was useless. Everyone denied either seeing any of the girls, or even knowing that some girls were missing in the first place. However, some of the responses were worded strangely, and I'd like to go over those with you, to see if these people are worth further investigation."

~~~~~

"Hey there, kid," Harper said to him in the usual affectionate tone she carried around him and very few other, as she cleaned one of her bar glasses. She was a silver fox, and easily the most attractive woman in town, with a perfect hour glass figure, and long hair. He knew that she generally found the attention annoying, but couldn't argue with the tips it helped bring in. As he sat there, thinking about this and many other things for a minute without responding, her face turned serious. She leaned over the bar and placed her hand on his. "Is something wrong?"

"No," he said, as he looked up towards her, "well, maybe," he admitted as he avoided eye contact, "you know that new woman that just came into town. the horse? I need to talk to her about something," his hand closed around the gun in his pocket.

"Do you" her eyebrows raised, "getting into trouble with the law now? You know I've heard a rumor that she's an agent from the FBI. What are you getting into?"

"Nothing," he said, "I just had a little disagreement with her earlier, and I want to straighten everything out. That's all."

She looked at him hard for a second, and then smiled. "Alright, well I saw her head into the police station not even fifteen minutes ago. She's probably still there now."

"Thanks," he said as he got up form his seat.