Episode 65: CHAINGANG

“HIT IT, BILLY!”

Eloise Dyson aka the elusive hacker ShadowBitch replied through the tiniest of microphones supplied to Ismael Nicolas Sanchez. They were about to protect his eardrums as well. Out in the parking lot of the jail was parked Black Box, the battle van belonging to Obsibian Opal Savage, typo on purpose. Through the van’s high-tech weirdness, a stereo system to disturb all others blared Billy Idol’s song Rebel Yell! The bass alone shook the windows on the front of the jail. Young Hannah Bell dispatcher tonight, sending her mom Stacy home at 11:00 started to do her college homework when the sonic attack made her jump out of her skin.

“What is going on out there? Did someone break into that Opal’s van?” She left her office and went to the locked front door to peer out. Her dispatch mic crackled to her left and suddenly she could hear the really bad singing voice of some woman trying to be Billy. More Billy Idle than Idol!

“It’s the Midnight hour! She cried more more more! Little Hannah come dancin’ to her door.” That was not the lyrics Hannah recalled. Spooked overhearing her name she folded her arms over her chest and looked concerned. Lights on the van began playing multi-colored lens switches like at a night club. Fear creeping in Hannah hurried back to her tiny office and started to pick up the landline phone when her personal cell began ringing.

“UnKNOWn CALLER!” Spelled exactly like that made her chill. “Hello?”

“Take a load off, Sweet Cheeks! Just put some cotton in your ears until morning. The party is just getting started.”

“Who is this?”

“Nicky’s Shadow! Notice the holding cell went pitch black on your monitors?” Hannah looked them over and sure enough all she saw was the moon shining through the cell windows. A closer look she saw the backside of a very naked Nick Sanchez destroying his slave, Midnight Amador. “Here! Don’t tell Nicky I ruined his privacy.” Her monitor suddenly went full on night vision green. “There! Now you have a front row seat to the concert.”

“Oh, fuck!”

“That’s what Amador said. Well, between HARDER KAMI HARDER! MY HOLES ARE YOURS!” Dyson cackled. “It’s going to be a long night sweetheart so you might as well join in.”

“Join in? Excuse me?”

“Dildo in the filing cabinet.”

“How could you possibly know ... shit!”

“Fly on the wall tells all. Don’t stress out I’ve watched you use it a few times late at night when you were all alone. No boyfriend does that, huh!”

“You people are evil. That’s so twisted!”

“Not evil. We just like to stay ahead of everyone. If Nicky were evil, he wouldn’t have paid your entire college tuition to C.O.C. over in Charleston.” College of Charleston!

“Wait! What? When did he do that?”

“Had me do it earlier today before the shit hit the fanbase. You and Lakshmi Surve both. You’re going to be roomies.”

“Say what? I don’t even know this person.”

“Clinton Biles new third-party line. Her uncle owns, well, used to own, the convenient store across from the Dive Inn. She wanted to go to school there but her family couldn’t afford to help her. Issues with residency and crap. I sorted it all out. If you need gas for your car, just use that station, it’s free on Nicky’s new MASTERcard.” She busted up! “Seriously, he’s adopted you, Hannah Lou.”

“I barely know him. Why me?”

“Because he knows potential. You’re a smart cookie and he wants the best for you. BEaST for Amador!” Hannah again looked at the holding area to see Nick not slowing down for an instant. “Look at that chiseled ass go.” She was!

“He hasn’t stopped in ten minutes.”

“All-nighter! He’s going to bounce back and forth between cage matches. Me? I prefer watching the ladies, but beggars can’t be choosers.” Manipulating the holding cameras and a pair of mini drone cams attached to both cell windows Hannah was given a guided tour of actions at every angle. Zeroing in on Lillian Dawn Bearpaw’s thighs, Hannah saw the girl orgasm without touching herself, as ordered by Nick. She could cum, however Midnight was forbidden to.

“This is insane. I need to call Dolan.”

“Why? He needs his rest. Blossom is got him covered.” Dyson made a gurgling blowjob noise then laughed.

“So does Caretaker! You’re disturbing the peace with all that racket.”

“What? You don’t like Billy Idol? Better get used to White Wedding, there’s going to be a lot of wedded hiss, bliss, here in a few weeks. That Naomi chick is accepting Nick’s proposal.”

“Wait! Naomi dumped Dalton Culpepper?”

“Naaa! She still has Swayze. Nicky offered to pay their wedding and honeymoon in Puerto Rico. He’s buying the diner as a wedding gift.”

“Wow! He sure likes to throw around money, doesn’t he?”

“Rakes in a cool million every day. He has the best stock market guru’s money can sly.” Buy! “All legit! Just slick! Nicky’s a boy wonder dressed as Batman.”

“Charleston!” Hannah muttered! “Wow! I wanted to switch from community over in Cordoba up there, but my family really couldn’t afford the move. I won’t have a place to live even.”

“Sure, you will. You and Lakshmi have a huge ass mansion to call home. Bearpaw’s former master left her his estate. She gave all of that to Nick when she became his slave.”

“That’s cold! She must have deserved it, or the guy wouldn’t have left it to her.”

“Deserved and de-SERVED! Trust me Nick values her master’s choices that’s why he set up a charity foundation in Tomas Sylver’s name. His money is doing good for others.”

“Including me obviously.”

“One of a few, yepper! Don’t be shocked if you and Lakshmi have a few other roommates at the pleasure palace.”

“Pleasure palace? Am I being set up to live in a brothel?”

“Naaa! But I bet you get yourself a boyfriend.” Dyson then began singing along to Billy Idol’s Mony, Mony but sang it as MOANy, MOANy. Hannah as freaked out as she was snickered.

“Why am I not getting calls over the loud music? Residential is two blocks over and has to hear it.”

“I covered it. Sent a mass text to every cell in a five-block radius saying free breakfast at Coastal Waiters for tolerating it.”

“Oh, crap! That place is going to be busy tomorrow.”

“Yep! Exactly why I brought in food trucks to help out. They’ll be pulling into the parking lot around 3:00 AM.”

“You guys think of everything.”

“That’s me! Nicky gives me freedom to make decisions in times of greed. Need even!”

“I can’t watch this any longer.” Hannah stood up and went to the filing cabinet and removed her stashed dildo. With nobody home she hiked her short skirt and began rubbing her clit. Panties aside she introduced her six-inch toy and went to town.

“I can!” Dyson laughed! “Why does a hottie like you even bother wearing panties?”

“Good point!” Without removing her toy Hannah wiggled out of her red lace panties and hung them over her dispatch mic. “Better?”

“WOOHOO! GO HANNAH! GO HANNAH!” The ladies busted up.

“Oh, fuck! That Opal is going insane.” Hannah paused her insertions to look closer at her camera. “She’s beating her head on the bars.”

“Relax! She’s just succumbing to Tigress. It’s a wildcat drug that feralizes the hormones and distorts perception a bit. Yeah, feralize is my own word. Webster doesn’t always cut it. That’s what she fed the sheriff.”

“Say what? Dolan took a drug?”

“Not willingly! Opie clawed and bit him. The drug was in her shared DNA.”

“That’s why Dolan looked like hell.”

“Opie can be compulsive. And here she cums!” Camera magnifying along the ebony tigress Hannah saw the beast squirt and go insane afterwards, dropping to her hands and knees to lick the floor up. “Tiger in the tank!” Dyson cackled! “Refueling herself.”

“How did she cum like that? I didn’t even see her rub herself.”

“That’s because Nicky is calling the squats.” Shots! “She’s being punished for what she did to the sheriff and Blossom.”

“Who is Blossom?”

“That CC chick! I call her that because of her flower tattoos. She loves me, she loves me not.”

“Oh! I can’t believe I’m using this in front of you. So crazy! Wait! How can you see me?” She realized that she was on a small window downsized on the monitors. Following the scenery trail she scooted her seat back and looked beneath her desk. “Did you people put a camera under my desk?”

“Fly on the wall, remember?” On purpose Dyson had her miniature drone the size of an actual housefly buzz out from under and zip around the girl’s head. Landing it on the dildos handle Dyson laughed! “Need any help?”

“OH, MY GOD!” Hannah Bell could not stop laughing. Dyson was a riot with all the gear. Taking flight again the bug drone went back into hiding. “That was beyond out there.”

“I only have a couple thousand more in the van if need be. Kami’s Kazies! If you want some privacy, I can shut down Buzz Flightyear.” That made Hannah snort.

“You can watch me. I don’t care. One thing though, I’m not gay, or bi. Well, at least I’ve never tried it. Someday maybe I’ll test the waters. I’ve only actually been with two guys.”

“Chet in the Army, Greg in Cordoba.”

“How could you possibly know that?”

“Lucky guess! I can see your contact list. Everybody else is family members or fast-food numbers. Relax I’m done snooping. You passed the exam.”

“Unreal! Ooo! Mister Sanchez just moved over to Lillian. Look at her smile. She loves Nick doesn’t she.”

“She loves his big ass cock.”

“I guess I wasn’t paying attention I didn’t see how big he was.”

“Four inches bigger than your filing system.” She laughed! “Flightyear allows me to surmise size. Looking messy there, Miss Bell.”

“I wonder why.” She laughed hysterically! “Darcy Grainger should be checking in.”

“Too busy! She’s swapping spit with Violet Murphy.” Another camera on the monitor showed Hannah the two police officers all up on one another in a squad car out at Harbinger Shoals. Darcy had her hand inside Violet’s shirt. “I monitor everything. I just wish Caretaker had more street cams. I’m going to suggest to Nicky the town needs another update.”

“Wow! Darcy and Violet look so happy. Maybe I might be bi.”

“That’s my girl.” Laughter!

“CUM!”

Midnight Amador had resisted for the last thirty minutes. No easy task with Kami hammering her nonstop. Her body was aching from the strains of holding her position as planted. Now that Kami was dealing with Lillian Dawn the moans were zeroing in on Midnight’s desires. Not truly her own but in fulfilling her master’s needs of her. Numbness was a bitch!

Hearing Nick bellow she cut loose and showered the concrete floor. Unlike Opal she was not allowed to deviate from her posture. Failure was not an option. Seeing Midnight’s cascade Opal Savage lost her mind and reached her arm through the lowest part of her cell. Up to her shoulder in stretching she managed to touch a single fingertip over Midnight’s puddle. The wetness made Opal’s eyes roll back and hiss with pleasure. Drawing her hand back she sucked the juice off then went back for more.

The guttural snarls of Nick shredding the folds of Dawn’s labia with his rapid-fire thrusts made her scream with bone chilling convulsions, yet she too refrained from cumming. So very hard but she knew punishment would be to go without sex of any sort for long periods. With the drugs that Nick fed his whores that would be hell on earth. Their bodies were persistently tormented, tingles everywhere, fire in the holes achin’ to be taken. Brains often fuzzy in their agitation for fulfillment.

While slamming Bearpaw into the bars Nick peered over at Opal in the darkness. “OBSIBIAN IN THE DARKNESS! ALL ALONE! You must be dying on me.”

“OBSIDIAN!” She corrected Nick with a pitiful cry.

“Not what the birth certificate says. I know what pisses you off. If you so much as touch a single hole upon your person, I’ll keep you locked in that cage for a week and triple the T16R355 dose.”

“I do everything for you.” She hissed, struggling to gather more of Midnight’s delectable wine. “Soooo clooooose!”

“I don’t disagree, but you get sloppy Soldier. What you did to Roster, to the ladies, was sort of humorous, but uncalled for. Your life is going to change. I require you here in Caretaker but on a reliable leash. You’re wearing a badge by next week and you WILL tow the line. Officer Opal Savage reporting for duty.”

“I’m no fucking cop.”

“You are because I say you are. No play, no pay. If you want to move on then you do so without Shadow and all the perks. Running away every day since our tours in the OPS can be lonely. You have no family, no friends, only Shadow. Once I remove the sun you won’t even have that to call upon.”

“Property!” She cringed, shaking her head trying to cope with her primal interior. “You know!”

“Of course, I know. Recently, but yes. Bearpaw here will do the research on that homestead buried in the neighboring woods. Dyson can too. You need something to resolve your past. Something positive. You earn that property. Not on my money. You have a healthy savings on me already but not a penny more unless I see progress in you. Work for Roster here, side jobs for me and the place is yours.”

“Shadow called the place a carcass. Ruins of a better day.”

“So, you rebuild. Just like your life. Your credibility. CUM!”

Midnight lost her juices yet again upon direction. Screaming, she thanked Kami with rejoice in her tone. Bearpaw begged for release, but Nick simply shoved fingers into her mouth from both profiles and hit that cunt with lightning strikes. Juices dribbling but hugging onto the riverbanks Lillian Dawn cried out, even speaking in her native tongue like a chant. A garbled chant but hey the ancestors were beating off along with their distant drums. The rain dance was put on hold.

“Dancing with Myself!”

Nick heard the song change, Billy Idol echoing into the night. “SILENCE!” No cries, no whimpers, no whispers or hisses. The crickets were cringing! He liked this song. Bearpaw’s cunt loved his dance moves, sweat showering her as he shook his head free of droplets. Even the words of the song recited, “SWEAT! SWEAT! SWEAT!” Tears of God! Tears of Kami! Baptismal Wrath!

Irene Amador took a backseat to her domineering new persona Zera. Peering out through her shared eyes was all of the control she truly had in the moment. Zera was all-powerful and forcing Irene to take a walk on her wild side. All Irene could do was wait and seek out a chink in her armor. No amount of begging worked; she was her own slave to the grind. And oh, was that ass grinding.

Wearing the leather harness body suit she had found at an adult bookstore while in Cordoba, her raven hair now dyed a silver fox, the woman was beyond confidant in her skin. Mainly because every inch of her could be seen around those narrow straps. Barefoot did not even faze her, stepping on anything sharp went without whimper and pause. Bitch could walk on glass and forego any limp. T16R355 in her system was doing something remarkable to her physiology, she required more. It was even healing her burns. A miracle was in the works. So was a big cat, no longer a big pussy.

“I must console with this Kami my insignificant other’s infant serves. Learn from him, learn from the ebony. Darkness rules darkness, I shall reside.” Six more blocks her late-night jaunt would pay off. Reaching a side street called Persevere Road she scoffed at the sign briefly. “Do not tell me what to do.” It was almost laughable; it was as if Irene within her had warned her much the same. The conqueror would always succeed.

Hearing music blaring in the distance Zera did pause to peer up through a few tree branches overhead at a full moon. She really did not like the music, the song Eyes Without a Face by Billy Idol however did ring true. Through her eyes the face would lead her onward. That is until she heard a feminine voice singing along to it. Pausing yet again before crossing the street Zera noted a young girl as naked as she was, dancing as she took a midnight stroll. Seeing one another Alexis Roster realized who she was seeing. Met only once ever Ali did recall her as very nice.

“Hi! Remember me?”

“I do not!”

“You’re Midnight’s mommy.”

“I have no children, nor the patience for any.” Zera moved on and tried to ignore her. As if! Ali was drawn to her nudity like a moth to the hall of flame. Running to catch up she held her breasts from aching until side-by-side.

“Nice night for a nudie walk. I didn’t know you were this open minded. Nice leather!”

“It fits me well. Why do you dog at my heels?”

“You’re not wearing heels. And it is a full moon.” She howled loudly into the night. Dogs in the neighborhood began to bark. “See? They like our moons.”

A pat to her own ass led Ali to be truly annoying. She reached over to her right and patted Irene’s bare bottom. Zera sneered then hauled off and slapped Ali’s ass. It suddenly became a game between them. Laughing Alexis took it a step too far and tried to goose Irene. Zera responded and turned to grab Ali by her throat, easily lifting her off of her feet. “Hey! You’re stronger than you look.”

“I am invincible. I am Zera!”

“Is that from a movie?” The sounds of motorcycles approaching drew her attention toward the street. Her captivity was hanging in the balance even as Zera continued walking. In the streetlights she easily recognized the two bikes. “OOOOOLLLLLIIIIIEEEEE!”

Her voice echoed even under Billy Idol’s constant wails. The new song was Night Crawling by Billy and Miley Cyrus. Par for the course! The headlights on their Harley’s captured the two pale face beauties. Seeing them clearly the bikes slowed down and pulled over to the curb. “Ollie! I’ve missed you.” Zera rolled her eyes but looked at the men.

“My other knows the two of you. Santee!”

Calvin Heavy Feather recognized Irene even after her dramatic makeover. Oliver shut his bike off and climbed from his seat to tower over Zera. Without a word Oliver shared a glare and took control over Alexis by the back of her neck. Choked by both of them the girl just kicked her airborne body and giggled. “I will have my girl, Mrs. Amador.”

“Zera! Her name is Zera.” Ali choked a bit. Calvin was watching with interest. He and his brother had known Irene since they were teenagers. This woman certainly did not act like Irene Amador. Nice body for a MILF! Hearing her new name, he switched that to ZILF! Drunk and horny Calvin was tempted to make a play until she gave up her hold on Ali. Oliver lured his new lover to face him without lowering her.

“Why are you running around the streets at this hour?”

“Bored and needing my freedom. Fuck me in the grass. Better yet, take me home to the Rez with you.”

“I cannot! I have sworn to two more days. I will abide by my elders.”

“Nooooo! I can’t stand being without you.”

“You must!”

“Pathetic!” Zera had, had enough! Looking over at Calvin she took to the grass then directly up to the bald giant. “You will give me a ride to the jail.”

“I can do that. You look different, Mrs. Amador. Nice hair!” As if accepting his compliment Zera almost blushed then refused the emotion. Reaching over Calvin she palmed his crotch.

“NOW!” Her grip on his inseam increased and Calvin Heavy-Feather gnashed his teeth. Any other woman he might have backhanded over it, but he had always respected Irene.

“Hop on!” He huffed under stress. Releasing her grip, she moved to mount his seat, throwing her leg over then shifting her body forward into his. Her titties crushing into his back he felt those meaty daggers stab him through his t-shirt. Zera’s arm surrounded his left hip and established her former grip on his erection. Her right hand slithered up under his shirt to dig nails into his abdomen.

“Do not cry.” What the fuck!

“Let’s go, Brother! We can drop Ali at the jail, and they can keep her until her father comes for her.”

“Agreed!” Oliver turned and walked over to his parked bike. Manipulating the tiny Alexis, he put her on his back, and she hugged his neckline tightly, her legs wrapping about his waist. He could feel how much she loved him in the strength of her crushing limbs. Smiling, he mounted his bike and restarted it. Doing an illegal U-turn in the street they headed toward the music. Zera knew by the roar between her legs that she must own a bike such as this. Delightful!

Irene said much the same, only as a passenger.

Coming back from a lengthy late-night ride up the coastline on his new Fatboy, Clinton Biles pulled into the driveway of his new home. His backpack Lakshmi Surve could not stop hugging him from behind. Knowing it to be after midnight he shut the Harley off and inhaled the night air. “You okay back there, Denim Diva?”

Lakshmi wore only her severely butchered denim shorts that had rubbed her cunt raw during the ride. Between her narrow inseam and the vibrations, she had cum three times along their travels. Trembling like a leaf she could not even speak. “Hmm! Brit’s car is gone.”

His cellphone left in the garage he dismounted only to find Lakshmi clinging to him. A firm hand lowered behind him he palmed her ass cheek and hoisted her higher. “Hug before I shrug!”

Arms about his neck she remained his fanny pack. Strutting in through the garage door he found his phone and looked at a series of calls and texts. Reading the texts first he saw one from his wife Mindy that said the expected. “Ali escaped! We’ve gone looking for her.”

“That kid is a pain in the ass. That’s on them, they were put in charge of her.” Turning tail, he headed into the house and up to his new bedroom. Peeling Lakshmi off of him he lifted her up by her belt loop in the air. “Wideawake now! Let’s test out the new box springs.” Tossing her onto the mattress like a puppet he ditched his boots and jeans. Boxers MIA he crawled in over the Hindi beauty and just drew her inseam aside. Piercing the veil in favor of the wail.

“Fuck me, Mister Clinton.”

“Will you just shut up and scream.”

“As you say!”

Loud and clear!

“CUM!”

Opal Savage rolled around on her back in her cell, screeching at a powerful orgasm. Nick Sanchez might not be her Kami as he was toward the other whores, but she owed him everything. Her life saved more than a few times in battle and in trying her hand at blending into society. Never a woman to grow attached to anyone concerning love, Opal struggled to find her real-world mojo until the Major adopted her services in another way. Bounty hunter by profession but errand girl for Nick. Money spoke as much as divine loyalty. Her cunt exploded all over her jail cell, Opal wallowing in it like a fish seeking water. Back to sampling the concrete pond in this hillbilly Hyatt!

Halting his reign over Bearpaw he returned to Midnight. Testing her he gripped his first and foremost by her sweat tangled mane and attempted to pull her free of her grip on the bars, her feet up on the first wrung. Holding on for Kami dearest, he was proud of her. As long as both girls had been up there, they refused to lose his faith. A harsh slap to Midnight’s ass cheek she praised him.

Knuckling her cunt into a vicious whine cooler, Dorei sloppily spit on his fingers without the gusher in wait. He could feel her cunt clench around his three fingered assault. A thumb graduated to her asshole Nick destroyed her sanity yet again. “RELEASE!” Shower power! She spilled another round of drinks on the BARStender. Opal was back to reaching out for supper. No Gimbop for her, all she had was a liquid diet.

“ESCLAVA, CUM!”

When it reigns it pours! Rains as much! Removing his bowling ball grip on Midnight he eased back into her, this round taking her anus. Back to power housing her, Midnight was flying with the angels. Flesh For Fantasy struck up a cord through the chill of the night. Billy Idol had Nick fucking to the rhythm. His sex attack was ravenous! FLESH! FLESH! FLESH FOR FANTASY!

“ESCLAVA! SHAKE THAT ASS!”

No laughter, Lillian twerked for her master’s pleasure. “SAVAGE, CUM!” Dear God in Heaven but the tigress roared and bathed in her soul’s agreeable release. She pissed all over herself in the process. Cat’s hated water! Glistening in the moonlight she nearly looked as good as Dawn and Midnight’s body gloss. The fantasy continued!

FLESH!

“Shit! Shit! Shit! Lights!”

Hannah Bell nearly dropped her dildo as two Harley’s pulled up out front. Standing up to get a better look as the headlights shut off, she sat her toy on her desk and realized the ladies at least. “Alexis? Mrs. Amador?”

“She calls herself Zera now.” Shadow who had remained with Hannah through her first climax of the night chimed in. “Irene that is.”

“Crap those are the Heavy-Feather’s. What do they want?”

“It’s Zera you need to worry about. Hate to say it but Momma Z looks nifty in that harness. I’m not normally into older chicks but I’d ... steer clear of that.” A change of heart!

“I better call, Darcy. If I wake Dolan over Ali, he’s going to rip her a new A-hole.”

“Heavy-Feather might do that first. They look harmless at the moment. I’ll run interference you sit tight.” Beating on the front door Zera demanded entry. Outside, a drone atop the black van reared into flight and buzzed over the quartet. Calvin looking up saw it and looked bewildered. “Sup, Calvin!” Dyson spoke through a speaker on the drone. That perplexed him even more.

“Who are you?”

“Nicky’s watchdog. State your business.”

“I WILL SEE KAMI.”

Zera left the door to peer up at the drone, Calvin lowering his eyes to look at Irene’s chest, her nipples were as ripe as they could ever extend. A sweet Jesus moment escaped his lips until he saw Hannah at the front door. Irene who? His heart opened up at the dispatcher’s cuteness factor. Seeing Hannah, Oliver climbed off of his bike and hauled Alexis to the door. Forcing her down from his back he moved her in front of him and palmed her face.

“You will stay here. I will come for you in two days.”

“Ollie don’t leave me.”

“Two days! Do not make me say three.”

“Fine! I wish you could see how much I adore you.”

“I see as the eagle sees.”

“Spread eagle?” She flared her eyes. “Tie me up in two days.”

“In my yard. For all to see.”

“Yesssssss!” Whipping around to face the glass door she waved at Hannah. That prompted her to risk unlocking her keep. “Hi, Hannah! I turn myself in. I stole Ollie’s heart.” He had to grin. Hannah realized it was true. Wow!

“Aside!” Zera charged the door and caught Hannah off guard. Forcing the girl out she collided with Calvin who stepped up in hopes of restraining Irene. Door relocked behind her Hannah dropped her jaw.

“I’m so in trouble.” More headlights lit up behind them. Pulling in Britney Saunders and Mindy Biles jumped out.

“So am I.” Ali pouted.

“GET OVER HERE YOUNG LADY.” Mindy roared! “We have this, Hannah.” Britney produced the handcuffs that had restrained Ali up until her shower. Oliver even took Ali’s hands and led the blonde to her captors. Moving them behind her back Oliver motioned Brit to lock her up. Ali accepted her fate and even got a kiss from Oliver for her behavior.

“In two days.”

“Bye, Ollie!”

“Thanks!” Britney was intimidated by his size. Knowing of Oliver and Dolan’s daughter she was rather shocked by his relaxed persona. Mindy who had faced Oliver at the diner stood ready to fight. Oliver simply stared at her and made a playful Jackie Chan stance. Just as fast he turned away and went back to his bike.