Hi everyone! Got another Chapter up for your reading pleasure. Not really sure if anyone likes this story, or if I'm just wasting my time. Either way, it a nice stress release, so based on the reviews I get (if any, LOL!) after chapter 13 goes up...I may decide to call it quits with the story. So if you love it, please remember to leave a review. It really keeps my motivated. As always, this story wouldn't exist without LynGuerra who has been a big inspiration to me. So make sure to check out LynGuerra's Saints Row Fanfic 'Everybody wants to rule the World'. It's amazing. As always, everything here belongs to Deep Silver, THQ, blah, blah, blah...you know the rest. Enjoy!


Mei woke up in the hotel room she had claimed for herself in the hideout. After sleeping in for several hours, she got up and made her way out of the room. In the courtyard, she could see Cassie had setup a small shooting range where she was teaching the newly canonized recruits how to properly aim and shoot. She walked over as she was giving instructions on aiming their pistols.

"Remember to line up both sights before you take the shot" She instructed "And I swear to God McCormick…I see you doing that sideways 'gangsta aiming' bullshit, I'm gonna bullet in your ass personally."

"But Johnny shots like that all the time!" McCormick whined "And heard his shots are on point every time"

"First, you ain't Johnny Gat!" Cassie countered, her annoyance rising "Second, Johnny is that rare 00.001% that actually shoot like that. Most people who shoot sideways end up hitting absolutely nothing. Or worse, they end up hitting someone you weren't aiming for all. And it always ends up being some elderly person, or the one kid from a bad neighborhood who made nothing but straight As since they were in preschool. Do you want to deal with that kinda heat? Remember, no one gives a shit about us killing anyone until one of our bullets makes contact with a 'normal person'. So just trust me on this…it'll keep you alive longer that way. Alright?"

"But maybe if I tried to learn…" he started, but Cassie cut him off abruptly.

"Not gonna happen." Cassie replied bluntly "So why don't you try to hit something the regular way before you go attempting trick shots, ya feel me?"

"Gotcha Cass" McCormick replied as he adjusted the sights on Macmanus and began taking shots from a kneeling position. Mei waved Cassie over as she got closer to the shooting range.

"Yo Cassie! I'm making a run to Freckle Bitches." Mei rubbed her stomach with anticipation "You wanna rollout with me?"

"Sure thing Boss!" Cassie replied "I kinda need a break from the newbies. Keep your aim and time you shots. I'll be back later to check on your aim." She called over her shoulder to McCormick and the other practicing Saints. As the two of them made their way up the stairs, the conversation turned to the new Saints recruits.

"Kat and the other new recruits are coming along rather nicely. It won't be long before their wasting cops." Cassie reported "I just gotta rein in McCormick, Becky, and few others whose only experience shooting is Call of Duty or rap videos."

"Becky seems a bit timid" Mei remarked, a look of concern on her face "I still think it's amazing that she even managed to get through her canonization. But I will say what Becky lacks in fighting skills she more than makes up for in toughness. "

Cassie smiled still looked worried "Agreed. But it seems her brother was with the gang before Troy locked him up with about half the old crew. I guess in some messed up way she wants to honor him I guess. I just don't want to see her get killed trying to prove that she's just as much a Saint as her brother was."

"Who was her brother?" Mei asked curiously

Cassie raised her eyebrow at her "don't you know" she smirked "Her brother was Rodney. Remember? The white boy with the purple rubber bands holding back his long as ponytail. I remember seeing him a few times when I came to check-in with Julius."

Mei's eye went with wide from shear shock. "Her brother was Rodney? As in 'Rodney the Razor' Rodney?"

"The very same. And trust me when I tell you that I was just as shocked as you" Cassie replied "He was one of the best wheelmen the crew ever had. I think the only person who could've outmatched him was Lin"

"Don't forget the way he used carve people up with those razor blades." Mei laughed "I'll never forget he spent three weeks torturing that Vice Kings' Lieutenant who tried to bump off Julius. We ended up finding out the location of every whorehouse Tanya had in Stillwater because of it."

The arrived outside and made the way over to the Voxel that Cassie had stolen a few days before. As they got into the car, Mei couldn't help but notice the distant look on Cassie's face.

Mei placed her hand on her shoulder "Yo Cass? You alright? You look like your mind is a million miles away."

"It nothing Boss" She lied, looking embarrassed "Don't worry about it."

"Hey, were family Cassie, there's nothing you can't tell me" Mei prodded "So what's on your mind?"

"I'm just thinking about the crew…the old crew. I knew guys like Rodney, Joey D, and few others by reputation only. I never got a chance to get close anyone. Expect for Lin…."

Mei could see the look of sadness of Cassie's face; almost positive that she herself was wearing a similar look. Both of them had been close to Lin, and both of them had lost a part of themselves when she passed. After a few moments of silence, Mei finally spoke.

"I know how you feel Cassie" she said quietly "Lin was the only person I ever felt comfortable opening up to. I was in love with her, although I don't really know if she ever felt the same. When she was killed in front of me….it nearly broke me. Thankfully, I had Gat there to help me pick up the pieces and make with the murdering again."

Tears started rolling down Cassie's face "I know what you mean Boss, Gat did the same thing for me too. He's a good guy…..but you ever put me on trial and I'll deny I said anything of the sort.

"Gotcha. Same goes for me." Mei laughed "But we got keep moving forward for all the Saints. Both past and present."

"Agreed" Cassie replied as she wiped the tears from her eyes "And if this Golden Girls moment is over, let's get outta here."

"Sure thing Cass" Mei smiled, looking back at her "Besides, we gotta start brainstorming for a major operation."

"Oh really?" Cassie inquired "We going make a move against the other gangs? If so, my vote is for taking out those samurai-wannabes, the Ronin."

"While that sounds very tempting, I have something much better." She said coyly "Something that's going to increase our numbers greatly"

Cassie was now starting at Mei with rapt attention "How?"

Mei turned to Cassie and smiled "Where going to bust out the Saints still locked up in Stilwater Penitentiary."

"REALLY?" Cassie was in complete awe at what Mei just suggested "Can it even be done? One or two guys breaking out of there is a miracle, as you and Carlos can already attest to. Not mention where talking about breaking out a couple hundred prisoners all at the same time. This is on top of the fact that you, me, and Gat have recently broken out of police custody. So security is going to be higher than its ever been"

"Precisely." Mei said mischievously "Which is why we have to be methodical, meticulous, and ruthless with how we execute this. We gotta get everyone out, without anyone getting left behind. We also have to make sure we don't get anyone killed."

Cassie nodded in agreement "We're probably only going to get one chance to pull this off. SPD catches wind of what we're doing, they'll transfer them out to other prisons. And that would really make things difficult in terms of breaking everyone out."

Mei and Cassie finally arrive at the Freckles Bitches in Cecil Park, filling Mei's nose with the wonderful aroma of salt and grease. After getting two orders of twins with two big swallows, the two of them sat down in the restaurant with their orders, continuing their earlier conversation of freeing the locked-up Saints. They discussed various means of breaking in, until suddenly had an idea.

"Cassie" Mei whispered, staring wide-eye at the redhead "I know how where gonna free the others!"

"Ok Boss, I'll bite" Cassie said "How do we spring the crew"

"Buy stealing a play from Troy's own playbook" She said cunningly "But first, we're going to need someone on the inside to feed us details. And it just so happens that I know someone who will be more than willing to help us."

Troy stood in the middle of his basement wearing a black tank-top and blue sweatpants while doing arm curls with 100lbs dumbbells in each hand. He converted the space to gym in order to stay in shape. The first year after becoming Chief of police, he ended up gaining a great deal of weight due to a combination of stress and being stuck behind a desk all day. And after putting on 80lbs and smoking 4 packs of cigarettes a day, he decided it was time for a change. Ironically, it was Amy who put him in contact with a nutritionist who helped him adjust his diet and drastically reduce how much he smoked. As he continued working out, his mind drifted to Mei and everything that could never have. She was a criminal and would always be a criminal, in same way that Troy would always be a cop. His thoughts then drifted to Amy, who was the complete opposite of Mei in every way imaginable. She was sweet and soft-spoken young woman who seemed to have an interest in Troy that was more than professional. But being her superior officer, such a thing couldn't be permitted. There seemed to be this purity that surrounded Amy that most people overlooked because her father was a dirty cop and her mother a prostitute her married due to knocking her up. He could only imagine the other horrible things the other officers said when she wasn't around. Those horrible rumors, coupled with a need to protect her, led Troy to appoint Amy as his personal secretary. Although there were still one or two officers who believed Troy only appointed her the job out pity. While some within the department even went so far as to suggest that he was fucking her. Of course, Troy made sure to stomp out those rumors before they got any traction. The last thing he needed was people thinking he was fucking his female subordinates. Troy put the dumbbells down as "jump around" by House of Pain started playing from his cellphone.

"Hi Boss. I hope I'm not bothering you." Said Amy timidly on the other end of the phone

"Not at all" Troy beamed "What can I do for you?"

"I finished the categorizing my notes from the Alderman Hughes case!" she said proudly "Can I bring them over?"

"Its raining really bad, Amy." Troy replied, glancing out his basement window and the heavy rainfall "Are you sure it can't wait?"

"Trust me sir, you're going to want see this "Amy giggled "So can I come over?"

"Sure thing, just be careful on the roads." Troy replied instantly, without thinking

"Great! I-I'll see ssso-soon sir" He stuttered, almost as shock as Troy that he said yes "Y-you won't regret it!"

Troy hung up the phone, feeling a way of emotions wash over him.

"She's just coming here to review a case that's been considered closed for the past five years" he told himself "It's not like we're going to start fucking the minute she walks through the door."

Troy thought about using the time he had to shower when he heard a knock on his door. He opened the door to find Amy standing there, drenched from head to toe, carrying a brown messenger bag.

"I've got a question, Amy" Troy said, with a slight scowl on his face "What would you have done if I said no to coming over, after already coming over here?"

"We'll, I guess I would've looked stupid, sir." Amy admitted "But you really seemed worried about this case, so I wanted to ensure that I didn't make you wait longer than necessary sir"

Troy felt his expression soften, embarrassed that he had reprimanded someone who was trying their best to help him.

"I'm sorry Amy, I need mean to be short with you. And know that I appreciate everything that you're doing for me" He said

Amy shrugged "Know worries sir. Compared to what my Dad used to call me, I think I'll be fine"

Troy found himself somewhat curious about her interactions with her father, but decided to not purse it.

"You can leave your rain coat on the rack near the door" he said "And down the hall is the guest room. I've got a some dry clothes in there that you can change into"

"But sir…" Amy began

"This isn't up for debate, Monroe" Troy said, pulling rank "You're completely soaked and they just issued a flood warning, so you're not going anywhere."

"We'll…..I do have tomorrow off" Amy said, blushing furiously "I just want to avoid…."

"Avoid what?" he asked, looking at her intently

"It's nothing!" she shrieked "I'll go change."

As Amy made walked down the hall to change, Troy began making a pot of coffee in the kitchen. When she came back out, she was wearing nothing but his New Orleans Saints jersey.

It was Troy turn to blush "Amy, why aren't you where pants?" he asked

"You didn't have anything in the guest room that wasn't sliding off as I put them on, and I didn't want to come back our wearing anything wet" she explained

"I-I see, don't worry about it then" he said, trying to keep in mind free of perverted thoughts "Here's some coffee, black with no sugar right?"

"Thanks sir, glad you remembered" she said graciously as she took the cup from Troy

She grabbed her messenger bag from the corner and joined Troy on the couch, as she began pulling out various police files.

"By the way, I didn't know you were a New Orleans Saints fan" she commented

"Yes. I actually lived in Baton Rouge most of my life before I transferred to Stilwater PD. Used to work the French Quarter while I was down there. I even know how to speak French."

"That's so cool!" Amy remarked "I can speak a little bit, but I don't know enough to carry a conversation."

"I see." Troy smirked "Combien de Français savez-vous?"

Amy smiled "Juste assez pour me mettre en difficulté pour dire la mauvaise chose."

"Not bad. You have many secrets Ms. Monroe." Troy remarked

"Don't we all, Chief Bradshaw?" she asked rhetorically

Troy could feel his cock starting to swell against his pants, so he decided to navigate the conversation back to police work.

"So what did you find that was so important that you had to tell me right away?" he asked

"We'll, it seems that after review the old files, there were a lot of things that were missed" Amy explained, showing him her notes and pictures of the bomb fragments recovered from their dive teams "The bomb that blew up Alderman Hughes' yacht wasn't on a timer like the investigative team believed. It was actually a remote trigger, a really sophisticated trigger at that."

"Are we talking military-grade?" he asked

"Yes. What makes this particular remote triggering mechanism so good is the fact that the receiver doesn't have to worry about outside electrical interference. So this eliminates any concerns that someone's walk talkie or boats radio system accidentally setting off your explosion beforehand. So our Jane Doe either decided to blow herself and the Alderman together in some misguided 'blaze of glory'….or someone waited until they were together before triggering the bomb. Also, the range on the triggering mechanism is only good for a few thousand yards. So if someone who wasn't on the boat was responsible for triggering the bomb, they would have probably had to be on or near the docks. Any farther away and the remote trigger is just a useless paperweight."

Troy sat there in shock, feeling a cold chill run through him that had nothing to do with the rainstorm outside. The only way for someone to both plant the bomb and know about the meeting, they would have to have been close to the Alderman….or Mei.

"Sir, are you alright?" Amy asked "I know this is a lot of information to take in"

Troy looked over at Amy, eyes filled with concern, and couldn't help but wish he could make this woman his and his alone.

"Don't worry about me" he replied after a few moments "This evidence just changes everything we thought we knew about the case"

"Umm…there's more sir." Amy said timidly "I think we might have the suspect on tape"

Troy's eye went wide at these words "How is that possible. The investigative team found no camera footage…."

"….because they didn't seem to care sir" Amy concluded "Here, take a look at this"

She handed troy a set up pictures time-stamped with the date of the Hughes' yacht explosion.

"Where did you get these?" he asked

"From the Marina security cameras. According the guard, no one even bothered to ask them for their footage. I guess it was too much of an 'open and shut case' , nobody bother to do any real police work" Amy said in a annoyed voice "No wonder the public thinks we're a joke."

"Amy, you can't get discouraged by this." Troy said "You're always going to have cops who cut corners and do sloppy work."

"I understand that sir" She said "But there's a difference between negligence, and turning a blind eye."

"Agreed" he said, when suddenly something caught his eye in one of the pictures. Any noticed Troy looking intently at one of the camera photos.

"Oh yeah. I noticed that guy pulled up in a Voxel ten minutes before the explosion." She explained "What made it seem suspicious to me, is that the driver stayed there another five minutes after the explosion. My guess is the person triggered the bomb was in that car. Maybe we can run the plates…"

"No need" Troy interrupted "I already know the owner of the vehicle."

"How?" Amy asked curiously

"Because I memories his license plate from my police report I was given on him." Troy said grimly "That car belongs to Julius Little"

"Th-The former leader of the Saints?" she asked "But how?"

Troy hesitated for a moment, concerned with how much information he should give her. But seeing how he needed a loyal ally, he felt it was best to be honest.

"Julius was arrested on your father orders" Troy explained "Your father then ordered the woman you know as 'Archangel' to kill Marshal Winslow and few other people. The Saints were told if they refused play ball he was going to have Julius killed while in custody. And considering the fact that a lot of bangers from the VK, Rollerz, and Carnales were also locked up, it wouldn't have been hard to have Julius murdered. And who would care about the leader of a street gang being killed in prison? There are even some people who might welcome it, despite the Saints making Stilwater safer."

Amy sat there quietly, trying to process all everything she had just learned from Troy. The painful reality was that her father was just as corrupt as the gangster he had claimed to fight so tirelessly against. And the fact the he had abused his authority as a police officer made his actions even worse in her eyes.

"Troy" Amy whispered "I knew my father wasn't a boy scout, but this….is that why the Saints killed him?"

"No, although I think The Saints would have eventually had him killed, since I doubt he was ever going to let Julius go. I think he enjoyed having own little hit squad that do his dirty work for him." Troy replied darkly "The Saints were supposedly contacted but Alderman Hughes, who promised to have Julius released once your father was killed. And you know the rest; the leader of the Saints kills your father, the ends up being blown up on Hughes' yacht."

Amy looked at Troy, suddenly looking very pale "Could …could you have stopped this?"

"No" he said flatly "I had been pulled out of the gang by my handler the same time they snatched Julius. I thought I was going to be debriefed, but instead I was put in a safe house with several bodyguards. They didn't want me being shot an officer…or one of the Saints. I didn't know about your father and Hughes until everything had gone down. And it wasn't until about a year later that I learned about their dealings with the gang."

"Why did you tell me about what really happened to my father?" She asked

"Because Monica Hughes went through a great deal of effort to have that information sealed and buried" he explained "Even now, I think the only reason I was made Chief of Police was because she was afraid I would open my mouth. She probably figured that if someone else was appointed, they might find out about her husband's dirty dealings. Don't get wrong….she's an honest woman, but she doesn't want to her political aspirations destroyed by someone else's mistakes.

"I see" Amy replied quietly "Does anyone else…."

"Nobody other than myself, Monica, and of course Julius knows about this." He assured her "And of course, now you know everything as well. This means if Monica Hughes ever finds out about this conversation, being fired for conducting an illegal investigation will be the least of our worries."

"Understood Sir" Amy said, smiling sadly "Thanks for trusting me with this, I know there's a lot of other officers you could've asked"

"Not really" Troy replied "Half the force thinks I'm a pain in the ass, and the other half think I'm a gangbanger who's trying to pass myself off as a upstanding cop."

"They shouldn't think way, Sir" Amy said "I think you're amazing person for risking your life trying to make Stilwater a better place."

"Wow. Thanks for saying th-" Troy began, but his words were cut off as Amy reached over and planted her lips against his, slipping her tongue his mouth. Feeling no resistance, she continued kissing Troy. Breaking away only to catch her breath. Troy looked back at Amy, her red from both embarrassment and arousal. Troy opened his mouth, but Amy held up her hand to silence him before he could say anything.

"Before you say anything, there are a few things I need to clear the air about. First, I fully understand and have the utmost respect for the Stilwater Police Department's rules and regulations regarding the issue of fraternization in the workplace." Amy stated, her face still blushing "But I have been in love with you since the first time we met, and if that means I have to resign, I will do it gladly. Understood?"

Troy simply nodded, not wanting to interrupt her and shatter the courage she had mustered up to confess.

"Second, if you want to keep our seeing each other a secret, I understand completely." She continued" I have no problem with a carrying on 'secret love affair', as they."

Troy smirked "You make us sound like one of those romance novels teenage girls read."

"I wish" Amy said "Those women usually have boobs that could double as floatation devices"

"Your very beautiful Amy. Don't sell yourself short like that. And besides, you have a rack that most pornstars would kill for…that I'm saying you're the type to do…" But Troy was silenced by Amy placing her index finger to Troy's lips.

"It's Ok, Troy" she giggled "Despite the 'foot in mouth' comment, I know what you meant. This leaves one last matter that needs to be addressed."

"And what's that?" Troy asked

"Around the prescient, I know they called me 'Accident Amy', because neither of my parents wanted me. And know that since my mother wasn't capable of keeping her legs closed, no man will come near. Mostly because they think I've had more sperm in me than a free clinic."

Troy hung his head in shame "I'm sorry" he said quietly "I thought I dealt with people spreading that shit around."

"Its ok, don't worry about it" She said, cupping his check with her hand "I've been hearing this since I was in grade school. And once who have to face down people who say 'your mother makes the whore of Babylon look like mother Teresa', you learn to develop a thick skin in order to survive."

"I'm sorry" Troy repeated "Where were you parents in all this?"

Amy shook her head "That's a story for another day. So back to what I was saying; I am the daughter of a whore and now apparently a dirty cop. Are you sure you want to lower yourself to be with me?"

"Amy, you an incredible woman that I don't deserve to have. The person who would be lowering themselves is you, not me." He told her softly as he leaned in closer "So can you lower yourself to be with a burnt out cop who everyone sees as a gangbanger?"

Amy sat there for a moment, not saying anything. She looked down in her lap and then took a deep breath. When she looked up at Troy, she wore a look of seductive determination on her face.

"I could tell with words, but I would rather show you with action." She said coyly, pushing back the coffee table and getting down on all fours facing away from him.

"What are you doing?" he asked

"I want to show you have devoted I am to being with you" she replied "pull up this shirt"

"Why?" Troy asked nervously

"It's important that you do what I ask" she replied "It should help put how I feel about you in perspective."

Very slowly, Troy leaned over Amy and started to pull away on the shirt Amy was wearing. As he pulled the jersey up, Troy began admiring Amy's amazing ass that was nice and tight in purple silk lingerie.

"I know I shouldn't say this as your superior officer, but your ass is incredible" Troy smirked "Did you wear purple panties because you were hoping this would happen, or was that a happy coincidence?"

Amy looked over her shoulder and smiled "I own nothing but purple underwear. It was kind of my way of being closer to you, since you were always undercover and you were always wearing the Saints Purple."

"I bet your going tell me you fantasized about me fucking you in the Saints Church". He said slyly while groping her ass with his free hand.

"Very much so" She replied without a trace of shame or embarrassment "My fantasy is usually a toss-up between us gently making love and the altar, to fucking roughly in cemetery and using me as a cum dumpster."

"Wow" Troy awed

"Don't become a prude on me. I see how hard you've gotten at me saying that." She teased "Besides, my underwear's not the main attraction here. Keep pulling up that shirt."

As Troy continued pulling on the jersey, he noticed what seem to look like a tattoo on Amy's lower back. When got a full look at the tattoo, he was left speechless. On her lower back, she had a tattoo of a purple and gold fleur de lis with a white banner going across it with an inscription that read 'Propriété de Troie Bradshaw'.

"Amy" he said softly "you have…"

"….a 'tramp stamp', yes I know." she finished

"A tramp stamp that says 'Property of Troy Bradshaw'" He remarked

"It says I belong to you." She said softly "And lets be honest, we both know it's the truth"

"When did you get that?" Troy asked

"When you made me your secretary" she replied "It made me so happy that you selected me! I went out to Rusty's Needle and got it the same day."

Amy finished pulling Troy's jersey off to reveal a purple silk bra that matched the panties she was wearing. While still on her hands and knees, she turned around to face him

"Now" she said softly "let's take care of that problem you seem to have." She pointed to Troy's crotch

Troy watched Amy with rapt attention as she began to undo the drawstring on his sweatpants. Troy could feel the shakiness in her hands and wanted to tell her she could stop whenever she wanted. But after nearly four years with no sex, Troy wasn't about to turn her away. After what seemed like and eternity, she freed his cock from the confines of his suddenly tight boxers and began sucking him off. Troy found himself unable to think anything coherent as Amy head bobbed up and down on his penis. After another two minutes, he suddenly felt himself release inside her mouth. He glanced down at her, completely filled with horror at his actions.

"Amy! I so sorry!" he said hurriedly

"Don't sweat it" she replied, opening her mouth to show that she had dutifully swallowed its previous contents "I've been waiting a long time to get a taste!"

"That's kind of messed up" Troy teased

"Says the guy getting blowjob from his secretary" Amy teased back

"Come on" Troy pulled up his pants and took her by the hand "Let's take this to the bedroom."

"S-sure thing T-Troy" she replied

"Are you alright?" he asked

"Yes!" she replied confidently as Troy escorted her to his bedroom.

Troy removed the his sweaty clothes while Amy quickly removed her underwear. Troy laid her down in the bed and began teasing her nether regions . Not begin able to hold out any longer, Troy reached over to his nightstand for condoms, only to remember he didn't have any.

"Um, Amy" he began "I don't mean to kill the mood…."

"Don't worry, I'm on the pill" she replied "So don't hold back"

Troy raised his eyebrows at her "You sure are prepared for someone who didn't plan this."

"Can't knock a girl for covering her bases" She giggled

"Hey, you won't hear any complaints from me" Troy replied

He resumed positioning his cock between her thighs as he slowing began to enter her. With every inch entered, he could hear her muffled whimpering.

"Are you ok Amy?" he asked

"I'm fine. It Just hurts a little, but please don't stop" she replied meekly

"Alright" he said, continuing to thrust in her

After several minutes, he felt lower lips tighten and then release after Amy climaxed. As he began pulling out of her, he noticed blood between her thighs.

"Amy, you were a virgin?" he asked quietly

"Yes. I wanted you to be my first" she replied "Although I would think that it was obvious due to how tight I was. I mean, when was the last time you slept with a woman who was that tight and not a virgin."

Troy smirked "No comment"

"Fine. Be like that!" Amy pouted mockingly "So where's the official line here? How are we going handle things going forward"

Troy laid next to Amy and slowly put his arm around her. "I think it's pretty safe to say we're a couple now. One that has to be discreet for work purposes, but a couple all the same. Does that work for you?"

"YES! Oh yea! "Amy squealed "Just so you know, there's about a hundred different sex fantasies I've pictured between us. So I might want us to try. Nothing with other couples or animals, but I have a things I want to try out."

"Oh yeah?" Troy smirked "What kind of freaky stuff am I signing up for?"

"Some of them are normal while other are messed up" she explained shyly "Basically, anything from me wearing a maid's outfit around the house, to me giving you head in an alleyway while we're both still in uniform. But, you know…baby steps."

"Wow. You are one sick puppy" Troy laughed "But you can count me in."

"Good to hear." She replied as they snuggled together and drifted off to sleep.


Wow! Still can't believe the Chapter was this long. Please remember to review and PM any suggestions. Hope everyone reading is enjoying where I'm going with the story

Translations:

Troy: Combien de Français savez-vous?- how much French do you know?Amy: Juste assez pour me mettre en difficulté pour dire la mauvaise chose - Just enough to get me in trouble for saying the wrong thing