Dragon

"Lord, no! I'm not one of these bleeding-heart social liberals, placing the blame on society for every crime that is committed. I believe that when you are dealing with people like Brenneke and Carstairs, the result is what counts, not the details. If I find the occasional felon lying on the sidewalk in need of medical attention, you won't catch me looking a gift horse in the mouth."

"Then we have an understanding. I will try to keep a low profile. The last thing I want is publicity. I will try to arrange things so that your department gets all the credit whenever possible. Some of which I will notify you about, others will have to remain need-to-know, I'm afraid." Foster nodded his understanding and acceptance of the situation. "I am just getting set-up now, I hope you will be able to help me with some things, communications equipment, for example. I wouldn't want us to have any friendly-fire incidents and the best way to avoid that is for me to know what is going on. Vehicle registrations and permits would be helpful, too. I have something that I would rather not be registered in my name." He waved a hand to mean that none of my requests would be a problem. I got the impression that he thought he was getting off light. "I want you to call me if you have a situation where you think I can help. You can see how I could be a better option than a SWAT call-up in certain situations?" He nodded. "Good! I can be reached through Mrs. Reynolds, here. Give me a few weeks and I will be up to speed. Oh, one security detail. We will need an operational codeword. My codename is Dragon." I tranced and stuck out a hand. "Nice meeting you, Sheriff."

Foster took my hand and I cranked down my grip. His eyes bulged. I smiled sweetly. No sense in letting him leave with the slightest doubt in his mind. When I thought he had had enough, I let go and motioned to Connie, who was standing next to the coffee urn, watching us. She stepped over and I said, "Our guests are ready to be shown to their own table, please Connie."

"Yes, ma'am. Right this way please." Bob and Grace left for a booth on the other side of the large room and I climbed back onto my cushion, mooning everyone at the table in the process. When I turned around, I was grinning like the proverbial cat who had swallowed the canary. Everyone was staring at me.

"What?" I said.

"Dragon?" Bambi said.

"Hey, it was the best I could do on the spur of the moment. I can't be leaving phone messages and stuff in my own name, can I?" I picked up my spoon and stirred my coffee.

"Dragon?" Bud said.

I put down the spoon and closed my eyes while I did the trance thing. I visualized my face covered with a vivid photographic image of a terrifying fire breathing dragon that I had seen in a movie about dragons taking over the Earth.It sort of looked like a tatto. I held the image for a few seconds and then wiped it and detranced. When I opened my eyes, no one spoke. No one moved. Everyone had the strangest look on their faces. It was the same look of astonishment that I was coming to expect whenever I displayed some new ability.

Several seconds passed before Jim said emphatically, "Dragon! Perfect disguise too. No one could possibly identify you with that on your face."

I took a sip of my coffee and looked past the end of the table toward the far side of the room. Sheriff Foster was looking at me with a stunned expression that told me that he had seen The Dragon, too. I stared back and he quickly found something else to look at. I thought I just might have impressed the Sheriff more than I intended. His protest about not wanting to know what made me so scary could not stop him from thinking about it. And I had just given him material for a few nightmares. He knew I could fight and he now knew I could change my appearance on demand. That was enough for the moment. Since not even I knew all that I could do, there was no point in giving everything away.

When Connie brought the check, she laid the leather folder in front of me, rather than Mrs. Reynolds. I passed it along to the woman with the credit card and held Connie's hand while it was produced and passed back. When I handed the folder back to Connie, I could tell she had become attached to me. I watched her reluctantly go off to ring up the charges.

"Sam?" Bambi said to get my attention. She passed me a slip of paper that had been in the folder. It said, "Connie Falducci" and below that was a phone number. I put it in my shiny black purse.

When Connie came back with the charge slip, she again came to me and waited while it was passed back around the table where Mrs. Reynolds signed it and passed it back. I handed it back to Connie, who took it, completely ignoring the two $20 bills sticking out the top. As we left the restaurant I looked back at Connie and winked as I stuck my thumb back into my mouth. I saw her grab the back of a chair to keep from falling over.

The ride home was very relaxing. I jumped onto Bud's lap and he fingered my pussy all the way while I purred in his ear. The weekend had been so exciting that we were all tired and I could not bring myself to put anymore on Bud for a while. He seemed to understand. He even held my hand all the way upstairs where he escorted me to my own room and opened the door for me.

"Good night, Sis." He said. I gave him a hug.

"'Night, Bud. See you in the morning." He closed the door behind me and I went right to my alarm clock to set it for 6am.

After a warm shower I hopped into bed and went right to sleep. My dreams were all about dragons, but none of them scared me. After all, wasn't I the baddest Dragon of all?