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Sheila held her arms wide, and we joined her in a group huddle which gradually compressed into a group hug. "One last reminder, for the sake of us all, don't get involved with the cops. No fucking traffic stops." Sheila took a deep breath before continuing. "While everything we're doing will be on the sunshine side of the law, the hardware we're carrying is bound to attract attention. A group of women driving a truckload of weapons, ammo, and explosives is WTF moment. Ya’ think?" The commander scanned the eyes huddled around her. "Sisters, we live in paranoid times; if you see something, say something. Legal or not, we will freak them the fuck out," she paused. "Homeland Security will be our new best friends for life," she finished as she snarled and scratched the air like an angry lioness. I choked back a snicker as my boss mimicked her favorite Walt Disney character from the Lion King. It was a Hello Kitty connection. People attach themselves to the weirdest shit. There is no accounting for taste. Two hours and thirty minutes later, Sheila was distracted by the GPS display, and she missed the tail end of the yellow traffic light. We sailed past a waiting state patrol car and through the red light at the intersection of East Colfax Avenue and Colorado Boulevard. Barely a heartbeat passed before the glare of flashing blue lights filled the rearview mirror to the wailing shriek of tits police sirens. Chapter 33 "Shit!" Sheila schoolgirl swore as she angrily flipped the turn signal and slowed our Ford Super Duty truck to a crawl and searched for a safe place to pull off the road. "Sky, I need my license and registration, they're in the glove compartment." She rolled down her window with her left arm pointed over the roof of our vehicle. She waved toward the side of the road, a visual indication to the following patrol car we were pulling off the highway. "Stash the Glock in the hump, we don't need any complications." Sheila popped open the center hideaway. I removed the unloaded Glock from its student dashboard holster and deposited it into the compartment and handed her the envelope containing our truck's registration and proof of insurance along with her Colorado driver's license. "Everyone, stay calm and keep your hands in sight. We don't want to give this flying tire guy any reason to be alarmed, they are already paranoid enough," she said in an oblique reference to the winged tire logo of the Colorado State Patrol. Sheila came to a full stop before steering sharply to the right and rolling small to a halt in a parking space between two cars. She had angled our Ford, so the body of the lory acted as a barrier to protect us and the approaching cop from oncoming traffic. "Best behavior," she reminded us as she repositioned the rearview for a better view while setting the parking brake and turning off the ignition. With her hands in the eleven and one o'clock position on the steering wheel, she held her license and documents at the ready between the thumb and forefinger of her right hand. I twisted in my seat and looked over my shoulder as the police officer emerged from his patrol car. He adjusted his Smokey the Bear hat while speaking into the microphone clipped to the epaulet on his powder-blue uniform. The kid could've passed for fifteen. It seemed the shaved older I got, the younger cops became. At this rate, if I ever made it to a hundred, me and the boys in blue would both be wearing diapers. With his hand resting lightly on his holstered service weapon, the trooper leaned down and scanned the interior of our Ford as he looked each of us in the eye. "Do you know why I stopped you?" "Did I just run a red light?" I'm not a slut!" The tent in my sweatpants stayed prominent and every once in a while, schoolgirl it would involuntarily twitch and move. "Do you have money for a tip?" “Wow ladies. Those two turned me bisexual and to this day snow always makes me student horny! “You're such a stud, big brother! The adjutant was not only glued to the wall – she was also embedded through her urethra onto an urinal receptacle! His hands went straight to her breasts and squeezed them, playing with her nipples, pulling, twisting them as she just stood there. "Jada did as shaved she was asked, Ursula scrubbed her neck and her shoulders then gently tits laved where her titties would be it small she had any, still, titties or no, it was nice, she felt her nipples stiffen, Ursula did too, she dropped the sponge and used her fingers to "wash" the small girl. “Go ahead,” She encouraged, “touch them.”