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"Yes, well, phone calls are rather informal, I do find," I replied whilst taking her hand firmly into my own and giving a slight shake before slowly letting ago and sinking into the couch. "Technology is a finicky thing. It's allowed us to become connected with instant communication. In doing so, however, I it's made us become more informal. We replace our feelings with abbreviations and photos and 'memes'," the words coming out as sour at the waste of it.
Standing up slowly, hands buttons up the black coat around his body, a smile across his smooth face, "Still, though, I'm glad you're here, Officer Moretta. I've invited you because of the good news. I take it you already received the gift at your department," slowly holding up a single finger. "That's just a taste of what's going on." Walking up to her slowly, smile still on my face, my right hand extends to touch her left shoulder to slowly spin her around and take her to the living room. If she didn't want to sit and enjoy the view, she could relax on the plush leather furniture there.
Now that she had graced my presence in uniform, I could see what she was all about. Real fine. The uniform seemed tailored made, showing off some of her natural curves while not being skin tight, hair perfect, face clean and smooth, everything was prim and proper as a police officer should. Officer Moretta took her appearance and her profession seriously, far more than what I've seen that she calls her brothers and sisters in blue. "I've invited you over so that there's transparency between us. I've had my people keep notes and photos of everyone we've taken down."
Standing up slowly, hands buttons up the black coat around his body, a smile across his smooth face, "Still, though, I'm glad you're here, Officer Moretta. I've invited you because of the good news. I take it you already received the gift at your department," slowly holding up a single finger. "That's just a taste of what's going on." Walking up to her slowly, smile still on my face, my right hand extends to touch her left shoulder to slowly spin her around and take her to the living room. If she didn't want to sit and enjoy the view, she could relax on the plush leather furniture there.
Now that she had graced my presence in uniform, I could see what she was all about. Real fine. The uniform seemed tailored made, showing off some of her natural curves while not being skin tight, hair perfect, face clean and smooth, everything was prim and proper as a police officer should. Officer Moretta took her appearance and her profession seriously, far more than what I've seen that she calls her brothers and sisters in blue. "I've invited you over so that there's transparency between us. I've had my people keep notes and photos of everyone we've taken down."