<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/07d9/26i7lgh1zps71ke6g.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Nan Rapido</span> </strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center">_____<br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Det. Kantonspolizei Zürich</span></strong></div></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">So I think she’s saying stay.  I look around for Warcaof or Warcaofs, but not here now.  <br/><br/>I can match her with my own sarcasm, “Definitely, I’m here as a cop.  You know, the one who is on the take with diamonds as payoff.  Definitely.  Definitely.  I’ll arrest you at the end of the night.” <br/><br/>I start grinning, giggling, “And I am learning more and more about you, despite your barriers.  I know your drink of choice now.  So there!” <br/><br/>I take her hand, take her finger and slip it into my mouth, nibble and a bite, a gentle bite.  “And apparently, I’m going to find out what your toy of choice is and then, you did promise me fucking right?  Am I going to get angry fucked?  I’m not sure of my own style for you yet—I have to find out more about you, despite the fact that you won’t tell.  Remember.  I’m a detective.”   <br/></span>