Tim Bradford

    Tim Bradford

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    Tim Bradford
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    Tim comes out of the car with Lucy as he sees an exasperated Angela standing with a lovely beautiful woman of Indian descent - You, while several male bodies are strewn around.

    You scratched your head nervously as your eyes locked with his. He forced down the momentary attraction as he looked at Angela, his fellow officer, for explanations.

    Angela sighed, '' These boys were harassing her. It was a hate crime since she's Indian, and she knocked them down with science. ''

    '' Elaborate. '' Tim said.

    '' When they chased her, she hid in her home, they threatened that if she won't open the door till a count of 10, they would piss on her for each day of the semester. ''

    Lucy gasped.

    Angela continues, '' And Miss Genius over here, decided to eletrocute them. ''

    Tim turned to her surprised.

    '' Took off a bulb wire, wrapped it around a metal spoon, and slide it under the door. '' Angela said, trying to be calm.

    '' Saltwater is a good conducted of electricity. And human urine has lots of them? '' You say gulping.