Initially he'd thought it would be enough to make her get on her knees.  It wasn't quite clear what was so attractive about the idea, but it turned out every bit as empowering as expected.  Unfortunately, it<em>wasn't</em>enough.  She looked so smug in spite of the situation, like nothing he could do had any chance of denting her bulletproof pride.  The anger welled up inside of him, though it wasn't fair to blame her for everything the gun-carriers did, she'd become the focus of his rage.  Their ham-handed police work led to so many cases that he practically bled for being dismissed in court, and that wasn't the least of it.<br/><br/>Before he knew it, he swung.  A sound like a snapping twig run out as the flat palm of his hand collided with her face.  She recoiled and he felt an immense surge of pleasure in spite of how complicated the situation had become.  It was impossible to say how she would react, there was a chance that he'd lose his job that very day, yet he couldn't bring himself to care.  He'd found the revenge he was looking for; this was his way of paying her back for all the Friday nights he'd spent working because of her.