Blog Comment: CUM FIESTA regained themselves. Like slow moving dominoes, one cop followed the others example, lowering his armed hand, replacing the .45 Anaconda to his belt. Like a gentle breeze, the cops spread across the room, singling out a slave, walking up to a tethered siren. The cops moved their hands slowly, purposefully, trying not to frighten them; Vice eyes hung plastered to smooth, tear stained faces, as they untied the frayed yellow rope.