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No shots were fired and none of the fifty customers and staff was injured. It was the following day when I learned that the woman who had taken me in was Lucille Bascomb. Right—Bascomb as in Bascomb’s Landing. “On Sunday afternoon Max and I were invited to her parents’ weekly party on their spacious patio indian where I noticed that the bartender was spending an awful lot of time down behind the bar.” I heard a few chuckles then so I continued. “I can see that several of you also know what was happening. I told Lucy’s father after dinner that he was being victimized and—sure enough—we found a bunch of empty bottles with all kinds of handwritten fancy brand labels on them. He was pouring the good stuff into the empty bottles and serving cheap junk to the guests. “Now we get to the first good part. Once we were in the public study he told us that he was working for one of the city’s police officers and that his roommate at Memphis University had bought drugs from him, too. At this point I was still with the Marshals Service, but Lucy had asked if I might consider settling down there if I could get a good job. She told me I could interview for the Chief’s position. Once I had the job I phoned Paul for advice. He steered me to a state attorney and the state police took over the investigation because babe I’d had a run-in with the cop in a restaurant and I didn’t want to be seen when a drug buy was observed and recorded. That could easily have messed up the entire deal. “The state police were able to get video and audio of the drug buy and from that they got a warrant to bug the house where the cop and his parents lived. They overheard plans for a major drug buy from a cartel in Mexico. The only problem was that there were a number of voices and they couldn’t identify any of them. This led to the one part of the investigation that I really regretted. My wife has lived in the city all of her life and she knows hundreds if not thousands of people. She and I drove to Memphis on a amateur Sunday morning with my lieutenant, Daryl Evans, to listen to the recording. That was the first time we realized how big this case was going to be. “On the tape we heard Jeremy Haynes, the patrolman I mentioned earlier; his father, Carl Haynes, the chairman of the city council and his wife; Gil Parsons, another city patrolman; Stan Irwin, a lieutenant in the P.D.; and Joe Wilson, the recently retired chief of police.” I hesitated then because of the reaction of many in the audience. I even heard several say, ‘Holy shit,’ ‘What the hell?’ and ‘Good God!’ among other remarks of amazement. “It was during this meeting that I first heard their plans and we began to plan our raid. There are several packets of paper on your tables. I’m sure that most if not all of you realize that. The top sheet shows an aerial view of the Bascomb Quarry. This is an Nipples old and obsolete mine that is enclosed by an eight-foot high fence topped with barbed wire.” Using a red laser pointer I showed each feature on a large screen behind me. I described each step in detail and my audience must have found it interesting because there was total silence in the room. I told about arresting Stan Irwin first and taking him to the state police staging area. Then I described how Daryl and I had sneaked up on Parsons and then how we had sealed the entrance with the two huge ore trucks. “Everything about these trucks is huge; each one weighs more than 500,000 pounds and with their beds tilted back any attempt to ram them would just result in sliding up the ramps they made.” Next I described the actual raid, shooting the Mexican who had tried to kill me, capturing Carl and Mrs. Haynes and how Daryl baited Jeremy Haynes into a “fight.” “It wasn’t much, but it did get Haynes out of the warehouse and into custody.” Once I was done I asked for questions. There was no shortage as I answered their queries for almost an hour. The final question was about the type and quantity of drugs. She started with just the tip – sucking it while she jerked him off with her hands. He slapped me a few more times and then pushed all his pressure down on my back, holding me to the kitchen floor. His boxers bulged out obscenely and she smiled seeing his discomfort. She felt that amateur I was indian no pushover, but kept her pimp at arm’s length from me to protect me. And the RED KNIGHT, Nipples the highest official in the BLACK NIGHT’S loose association proclaimed that I was to be left alone by anyone that he had any authority over. The giant smiles down to me and leans in to kiss my forehead tenderly when his friend abruptly withdraws from my backside. Jeff was back and had finished securing the two remaining family members to their posts alongside the others. Once he was sure his guests were comfortable, he used his hand to guide Clara slowly up and down his shaft, babe enjoying the warm, wet sensation of being immersed in her saliva. I eventually had to take a corner of the washcloth and twirl it around as I pushed it into Miriam’s belly button to get the last of the cum out. “No chance.” I said. Her name is Blossom and she is public the head of the Blossom Legal Team here in town. My orgasm raced up but I heard the door finally close with a slam. The board had to make a decision in our favor. “Shit, when did you get so damn smart?” she said, thinking of Lisa. "Hmm, you know what I think?" I beamed at my futa-sister.