They return to the station, and the Mayor has butted in.

Jonny rode back to the station with Selina with James-turned-Ruby-Redlace in the back seat. The hooker personality had taken over, and the apparent woman in the back offered several sex acts in exchange for letting her go in the few minutes it took them to return to the station. The officers got out and gingerly removed their captive from the back seat. Her scantily-clad body garnered a number of looks from passers-by as the threesome walked into the station. An unnamed officer took the voluptuous prostitute to a jail cell. “Hopefully she’ll start talking soon,” Selina declared as the woman strutted sexily in the direction of the jail.

Selina then turned to Leah. “Okay rookie,” she began, “so here’s something you have to know about the Mayor. She’s . . . odd. It didn’t just start when somebody tried to kill her, but that sure as shit didn’t help. We’ve kept it from going public, but she’s **** to find out who did this. She’s called in the services of someone who is rather . . . well . . . unique,” Selina explained. “How do you mean?” Jonny asked. “I don’t know ‘cause I haven’t met her yet. Just humor the mayor, and humor me, and sit through the meeting . . . it should go until about six o’clock, and then we’ll have you out of here, okay?” she asked. “Sure thing boss,” Leah’s possessed body said. “Okay,” Selina said, “meet in the conference room in ten minutes,” she said as she walked in the direction of her office.

Leah walked into the bathroom in the police station and stood before the mirror. He looked upon his host’s pleasant face. “You’re doing great, honey, and this is going to be the start of a beautiful partnership,” he said to her. He felt up his toned belly and bouncy chest, enjoying every moment of his exploration. Suddenly, Jonny felt a sharp pain run through his borrowed body. He quickly grabbed the bathroom counter with his host’s hands to steady himself as he felt the searing pain in his head, and his host’s muscles tensed up suddenly. Jonny’s vessel convulsed and shook for a minute involuntarily, almost like a person who lies in bed and suddenly, and for no reason gets the sense that he is falling, only to realize a fraction of a second later that all is well.

“What the hell was that about?” Jonny asked his reflection, a forlorn look on her face. He took a couple deep breaths and waited for a couple minutes there to calm himself. “Time to get this dog and pony show out of the way,” he said as he walked out of the bathroom and toward the conference area. When Jonny arrived, most of the other officers were already present. The room was a large one with a big table at the front around which people could sit. Near the entrance of the room were many chairs for onlookers. This was the sort of place the Mayor might come to address the assembled police ****, and the police would sit in the mass of chairs. Today, though, it would be someone different at the front of the room.

Jonny inside Leah walked in and sat quietly in the back of the room, wedging his beautiful rump into a chair. The man next to her leaned over to explain. “The Mayor’s gone a bit off the deep end and called in some psychic witch Miss Fucking Cleo or some shit . . . Mayor wants it, so we gotta waste our time with it.” Jonny nodded.

After a couple minutes later, Selina walked up to the front of the room, and everybody quieted down. “Okay, thank you all so much for coming,” she began. “As you know, the attack on the Mayor has rattled us all, and I know you are all working very hard to figure out who is to blame for this and to bring that person to justice. To that end, I’m very pleased that we have a true professional here today, someone with unique expertise whose help will be invaluable. It is my pleasure to introduce Ms. Lena Mesmera,” Selina said as she stepped to the side and began clapping lightly for the guest. The rest of the **** got the message and began the obligatory golf clap in unison as the door behind Selina opened.

Into the room stepped an unusual figure. It was a woman seeming to be about 45 or maybe 47 years old. She had a very pretty face, though there were a couple lines around her eyes. Her chest stuck out both literally and figuratively, as two beautiful mounds of flesh hung from it, jiggling as she walked in. Her general frame was curvy and voluptuous with a wee bit of flab in her belly and a pair of wide, child-bearing hips and meaty thighs. Jonny could not see it, but her ass was probably something to behold. All of this beautiful body was encased in a purple dress that was low-cut in the front and showed off the blessed bounty of fleshy riches that sat perched upon this woman’s chest. The dress was purple velvet and had some beads hanging from it. It was like some kind of gypsy clothing or something. Her pants were simple, form-fitting black leather that hugged her beautiful hips and her ass. Much farther up, the woman’s hair was jet black and ran down much of the way down her back, certainly well past her shoulders. Somewhat oddly though, a few very defined streaks of white were clearly visible in her hair. At about 47-ish, the white hair did not seem to fit this woman’s beautiful, curvy body, but it was still pretty. Her fingers were filled with rings of various shapes and sizes and colors.

“Good evening sinners and skeptics!” the woman said, a wide-eyed and strange look across her pretty face as she gesticulated wildly. “Today, we’re going to make a grand journey into the unknown together—you and I—and we shall peer into the world beyond this one. I hope for the support of the believers among you and for the tolerance of the rest!” she declared. She shook the hand of Selina, and suddenly her face took on a look of surprise. “Oh my dear it seems you have already been touched by the paranormal—by worlds beyond this one,” she said. Selina looked rather confused. “Perhaps I have, but I have no clue,” she said with a laugh. Lena chuckled back as she sat down, “Well someone certainly knows, my child,” she said. This strange gypsy woman now had Jonny’s attention. Just by touching Selina, she could tell something was amiss—that something was off about her. How could she know that? The woman sat in the center of the table and joined hands with the other officers at the front of the room. “Do you have any personal effects of this man—this, officer Brown?” she asked. Within a couple seconds someone produced Brown’s watch, which he kept in his locker. “Splendid,” Lena said as she set it before her on the table and concentrated upon it. The whole room was silent, save for a couple snickers from those who could not keep it together anymore. Jonny watched intently.