Up to the day she got shot Lt. faith O'Bannon believed she was all that

and bulletproof. She stood 5'10 '' and weighed around 140 lbs. Her coppery

hairsbreadth was cut to a stark regularization style and distance. Her eyes were almost

the color of vintage coke bottles, a disconcerting light opaline green.

She was not beautiful in the conventional signified, but she was n't

unattractive, either ; if she stood out in a gang, it was more because of

sex appeal, vitality and self self-assurance, than for pure physical beauty.

Off tariff she was a jeans and t-shirt little girl, her 34D breasts, slim waist and

long supple legs all adding to her allure. She was a twelve twelvemonth veteran

of the NYPD.

She had begun her rookie days doing foot patrol, even though she had a

grade from NYU in law enforcement. Like every former rookie, she loathed

the farseeing hours on her feet, and never ending, unreasonable, blind hatred

the citizens of New York showing towards their police section. In the

first two years she kept mostly to herself, spending her free meter

expanding her knowledge of police procedure and studying for the first

grueling civil serving examination, which should she authorise, would put her in line

for promotion to sergeant. While she ` pounded a beat'she had been knifed

superficially in the back, shaft at during a drive-by and could n't bet how

many times she had been slapped, punched, chased and bitten by dogs,

rescued hissing, scratching and biting khat from tree or being verbally

abused, not to cite being spat upon by irate citizens. She had, had

serious thoughts of quitting the force, until she received her first

promotion. She gained a collaborator and together they shared a patrol car and

matter became infinitely better.

Her new cooperator was Rachel Meyers ; a ten year veteran who took the untested

woman under her offstage. Rachel was an ` come out'lesbian, with a slightly

bottom-heavy figure who 's briny kick in life was that her image was 34 24

38 and she could never receive an ` off the single-foot bikini'to fit, but she was

happily involved with a older supporter district attorney, and never once

made any intimate advances towards Faith, which was more than could be said

for More than half her manlike colleagues. Until she was partnered with

Rachel, Faith had dated and slept with a few of her Male counterparts, but

somehow, although she liked them and enjoyed the camaraderie, there was

simply no ` twinkle'. After her packaging she spent far Thomas More time studying

for furtherance, practicing with piece and soldierlike humanistic discipline, than involving

herself romantically.

Rachel 's counseling did not end when they logged off shift. She became

her young pardner 's confidant and mentor, in NYPD vernacular, her rabbi.

In subtle ways organized religion began to emulate Rachel, so it came as no surprisal to

the departmental drumhead, when Faith began to seek out the caller and the

friendship of the females within and outside the precinct, before again

seeking out only manlike friendship. Secretly they chalked it up to her

partner 's influence rather than religion 's own selection, all her new

relationship being platonic in nature, so there was no proof that religion

had ` crossed the line'sexually, and it was merely precinct gossip that

persisted the three years Rachel and organized religion were teamed up together, the

dike and the cupcake.

A few month after Faith had passed the competitive civil service

examinations and was qualified for further promotion should a post twilight

vacant, her partnership with Rachel was broken up and Faith was promoted to

serjeant and moved to Sex criminal offense, where she was partnered with a senior

male person detective, Lieutenant Tom Lucian, a veteran with almost twenty years

experience and on the fast caterpillar track for advancement, himself. Together, over

the next three age they investigated Brassica napus, molestation, whoredom

and all offence where sex was involved, or the motivation. Due to her

obvious intelligence activity and the fact she had single-handedly tracked down and

arrested a vehement serial rapist, she had come to the notice of the imperativeness,

the deputy headman and finally the Borough Commander.

Outwardly it seemed that the departmental straits of her precinct were

right in their judgment that Faith had briefly been under Rachel 's

undesirable lesbian influence. As a newly promoted sergeant-at-law, she thrived

in her tardy designation, she and Tom worked well together, within a year

their section 's arrest record and quotas of solve crimes were by far

the unspoiled in the division, if not the city. A position they maintained

thereafter. On a personal point she seemed to have no regular boyfriend,

but continued to maintain a stern regimen of subject area and employment that left

minuscule fourth dimension for a social life. She got on really well with Tom 's wife and

was treated like a preferred aunt by his kid. It appeared she had little

contact with her ex-partner. Division began ` grooming'Faith for bigger

things. Secretly, she still visited her ` rabbi'and remained as close as

ever.

Bigger things happened within a few calendar month of her passing the high-pitched

civil service proficiency exam. With a tower mayoral election due in the

fall, the officeholder Mayor and the law gaffer announced that they were

going to restructure the way offence were being fought in the urban center. Among

the many modification, new division was being formed to do by sex crimes, and

newly promoted Captain Tom Lucian would describe directly to inspector

McKenzie, who in turn reported directly to the lieutenant Chief. His deputy

would be newly promoted lieutenant Faith O'Bannon, together with a squad of

carefully chosen officeholder and specialists ; they would liaise with the sex

crimes section within every precinct in the city. The social unit would throw

city-wide legal power, with liaison officers in every Borough, and have

close links with the FBI. In fact, both Faith and Tom, prior to the

Mayor 's announcement had spent three months at Quantico studying FBI

methods and building relationships with agentive role who specialized in all figure

of sex related offense. At the age of 30, faith was one of the young

female police lieutenants in New House of York 's history.

The Mayor was re-elected, the Sex criminal offense Unit or SCU as it became known,

was about the only promise the politicians kept, and was a success from

inception. It kept Tom was almost permanently anchored to his office at

Divisional Head quarters, leaving Faith to supervise the unit 's day to day

running. The SCU not only investigated day to day rapes and criminal offence, where

sex had been the incentive but, tracking down vicious in series rapists who

raped and sometimes murdered their dupe. Due to the changing clock time and

technology they also tracked intimate predators and pedophiles on the

internet. electronic computer manipulator monitored ` chat way'and lured electronic

perpetrators out from behind the anonymity of ` screen-names'into the open

with ` sting mental process'and back-tracing their IP addresses. They also

liaised with Interpol, sharing info with police means around the

domain, and were involved in successful arrest and prosecution, globally.

In the twelve geezerhood that she had been a police force policeman, Faith had also

built up a declamatory meshing of informant, both paid, and unpaid. These

informants came from many diverse shoes ; some were merely umbrageous hotel

concierges, others were concerned citizens or anti-pornography group or

self-styled net monitors, but there were also footling criminal,

junkie, hooker, call-girls or exotic dancer. Some were people who were

or had been dupe of the crimes she had investigated and were willing to

help, for whatever reason.

One of these informant called religion on her cellular phone, late in the

afternoon, while she was in her car, between appointment. `` Is that Lt

O'Bannon ? '' a breathless voice asked.

`` Yes, who is calling ? '' religion asked.

`` This is MT, you know, from Randy 's Rumba room, off Bleecker and

Charles. '' Came whispered reply.

Treasure State ... Mentally Faith pictured Montana and her rap sheet ; she had

arrested the woman about a yr ago for prostitution. Real Name Sarah

Wallace, a.k.a. MT : Emigrated from British capital England 2002.Arrested for

world salaciousness, prostitution or drug possession at least a twelve times.

She was in her late 20 's, with a face of a corrupted angel. Innocent yet

decadent with Prunus dulcis shaped washed-out blue eyes that had seen too very much ;

long bleached blonde haircloth that hung down her rear. Her breasts were

naturally vauntingly, at least a 36C and silicone detached, beneath them, a trim

belly, shaven genital organ and long well muscled, professional dancer 's legs. If you washed

off the make up she could be the girl-next-door. She used to spend well-nigh of

her money on cocaine until religious belief arrested her. On being released she

continued to ` dance'at Randy 's Rumba Room, a few nights a week, because

Faith suspected the owner of the sleazy striptease joint was blackmailing her.

The spot was run by a wannabe mobster who pimped out his ` dancers'and

sold a petty nip in the back role. Montana/Sarah had confided in

Faith that even though organized religion had arrested her, because she had been treated

with dignity, after paying a fine she would have to return to the club, but

would be willing to act as an informer for her. She had given Faith many

tips about club proprietor Randy William 's illegal activeness, in fact, she had

reported on Randy 's illegal activities constantly up till a few weeks ago,

but nothing yet that had been substantial enough to warrant an arrest. She

had also genuinely tried to clean up, and had volunteered to go into

outpatient drug rehab, and dry out. Every meeting and appointment was

religiously kept, and she remained drug free, her weekly drug tests all

came back minus. She resumed a wellness care course during the day and

stayed out of trouble. She had never once asked for any recompense

either.

`` What can I do for you Treasure State ? '' She asked.

Montana 's Brits idiom obviously came from breeding and training, a

far cry from the seedy strip night club, she worked for. `` It 's what I can do for

you, deputy. '' She pronounced it Left-tenant. `` You have always been

fair, treated me better than I deserve, this clock time, this prison term I 've got the

goods on Randy, I promise I have cogent evidence that he 's dealing drugs, guns, and

bribing cops. Not penny ante material, real evidence, and I 'm willing to

testify. Can we meet somewhere ? '' MT whispered.

`` Where and when ? '' Came the curt response.

`` I 'm dancing the late break ; you can always swing by the club for a

` table-dance'. I 'll let you go as far as you want. '' She giggled, `` Or we

can fill after I finish. There 's a Starbucks open all night on Bleecker

just near the clubhouse, I can fulfil you there at about 2:30, if you do n't want

to watch me to dance for you. ``

`` Its not that I would n't savor watching you dance, but I think Randy

would surmise something if I arrested him right after I took you for a

table dance, Montana, so I 'll see you at Starbucks. ``

`` At 2:30 then, please, I have really good entropy this time, I know

you can use it, see you at Starbucks, I have to go now, bye. ``

religion continued along her way, finishing off her appointment with a city

functionary, before reporting back to Tom, where they discussed the recent

reversals the Unit had endured where defendant walked give up because

previously water-tight grammatical case seemed to disintegrate and informant change

their testimony on the tie-up. They agreed that someone within their building block

was supplying info to the crook they were trying to get off the

streets. They would set in motion an internal investigating with inner affairs

service in the sunrise. She logging off, driving base in her official

unnoted car home before showering and slipping into a comfy twain of

blue jean and opaline cat valium jersey that matched the strange hue of her eyes.

Her unmarked car was identical to a police cruiser, except for the

paintwork. It also was fitted with a GPS transmitter, and she did n't want

her comings and goings monitored, so she chose her own car, a two year old

red Honda coupe that she was still making payments on, and after making

sure she had no ` tail', she headed towards her rabbi 's apartment.

Ray was always happy to see her ex-partner. Their apartment was the one

place where the Pres Young police officer could truly unlax and be in the

company of people who shared her sexual orientation. She had skillfully

helped navigate faith 's lift from the membership, carefully guiding her past the

booby trap and traps that naïve lesbian like herself had fallen target to when

she had begun her own life history. She realized once she had come ` out'that

there would be no big packaging and she was destined to recede a serjeant-at-law,

no matter how highly qualified she was, there was little possibleness of

attaining a lieutenant 's cuticle except of course as a ` token'to the

gay-lesbian community of interests. Carrie, her fan for the past 9 years was equally

plateau-ed in her job as a senior assistant district lawyer. Together

they plotted and planned behind the scenes with Faith, helped her over

agonizing compaction, and steering her away from relationships that could

menace her calling, keeping her on track, professionally. They were

sincerely felicitous for her accomplishment, treating her like a favorite younger

Sister, a niggling babe whose sexual preference they 'd guard to the grave.

Carrie had made them a casserole dinner, and the three, sat back as old

friends do, eating dinner party while they chatted earnestly about the problems

and black eye she had recently discovered at SCU, and listening to Carrie 's

purview from the ADA 's spot and Rachel 's levelheaded advice. After that

they laughed and snickered while swapping chit chat and regaling each other

about the odd post common acquaintances found themselves in, or

giggled, while reliving some of the silly incidents involving mute ` perps'

they had arrested during their fourth dimension together as patrol officers. It was

close to 1:00 when Faith kissed her two friends good night, as usual, she

promised to phone them first and let them know if she ever was in any

trouble.

New York never sleeps, even at 1:45 AM, the streets thronged with cars

and people, Faith found a parking fleck a couple of occlusion from Starbucks,

and decided to kill time by doing some window shopping until 2:30, checking

for ` knock-offs'of Gucci, Dior and early fashion designer labels in boutiques that

never seemed to remain exposed for longer than a week, depending on the

product they offered for sale.

Three quartern of an hr can drop back by, when you are not really

interested in what you are looking at. She hesitated before finally

entering the strip club. The noise inside was deafening. It may have been

a warm up eve outdoor, but inside the seedy club, it was sweltering, Faith

stood just inside an alcove, beside the inside room access, where she had a

realise view of the stagecoach, yet, remain partially hidden in the shadows. The

club was only about half fully, most of the patron were men, and they

clustered around tables loaded with beer feeding bottle, and looked up at a flash

phase, set slightly above eyelevel. Music with re-worked bass thumped

through enormous Speaker set in every recession, A pale blonde gyrated to

R.Kelly 's `` Bump and grind `` while displaying her vagina, to the men who

would stimulate leered at her, even if she were fully dressed and in pigtails,

dancing to the `` Teddy bear 's snap ''

The luminosity came on briefly, as the music died, the clubhouse 's announcer,

whipped up his interview. `` Give Callie a big mitt noblewoman and Gentlemen ...

Callie. '' He droned before announcing the side by side terpsichorean. `` Ladies and

gentlemen direct from capital of the United Kingdom England, I give you, Montana. ``

Garishly made up with dark mascara and eye trace, almost

unrecognisable, Montana stepped out onto the rickety point. She was

wearing a tall western sandwich hat and a gaudy poncho, her legs were encased in

leather cranny, her feet thrust into gamy heeled western the boot. She twirled

on the stage, the poncho lifted waist high, displaying, from behind, her

well muscled legs and naked svelte ass. Soft Cell 's `` Tainted Love '' thumped

out of the sound system of rules, as she almost slithered up to the governing body pole,

embedded sum stage. Marc Prunus dulcis 's ` campy'vox jarred Treasure State 's

military action ; she mimed and swayed with the euphony, obviously professionally

choreographed, and well rehearsed. In a jiffy the poncho disappeared,

leaving MT wearing only the hat, gent and boots. Her breasts

jiggled, her physical structure movements describing an Angel Falls, wanton with a corrupt

sultry need to love and be loved, like the words to the song she was

dancing to. A wink strobe captured her actions, silver cache-ing her

motility and presenting a series of erotic monochrome hush ; as MT

captivated the audience into a dyspneic muteness. Marc Amygdalus communis wailed

about his twisted love for christian Andrews, the stroboscope faded, Treasure State 's

body was painted in reds, blueing, yellow, greens, and a daze of fume

swirled at her invertebrate foot she posed, in an titillating montage of gender, each

shade touching faith 's mortal. The Enthralled police woman watched in awe,

her throat dry, as the music began to establish up to its last and Montana

bent down, her legs wide at the ankle joint, showing the stunned audience her

beautiful butt, and recherche privates. The chaps were cunningly pulled

barren of her consistence, she stood naked, forlorn and vulnerable, exposed, in

front of the leering men, clad in a Stedson and boots ; the angel had fallen

from Heaven. The medicine faded to silence ...

Faith was shaking, she knew she was physically aroused by Montana ; yet,

she was angry, so fucking angry she wanted to rip every man in the bar to

tittle, she almost staggered from the pungent bar, and into the relation

cool, but polluted air outside. Her breath came back to her finally after

a few proceedings of walking and she regained her equanimity. She sauntered

into the coffee shop at the decreed time and ordered a coffee and pick

from a busy clerk and looked around for Montana, but knowing the sprigger

would n't get in for at to the lowest degree another 10 hour. Even at 2:30 the deep brown

shop class was a hive of bodily process, she found a booth close to the door, in the

forepart of the store where she could wait out the windowpane. She sat sipping

her umber and keeping an eye out for her informant. Treasure State hurried into

Starbucks 15 second late looking furtively behind her. She wore

nondescript blue jean, and a word form concealment blouse, her face was scrubbed

clean of shuffle up alluding to the ` girl-next-door'impression, her peroxide

flaxen hair was woven into a thick French braid that hung down her back,

she wore a tartan bland cap, fill in with a pom-pom, the peak pulled low

down her frontal bone. After ordering her coffee bean she slipped into the booth

paired Faith.

`` Thank you for coming police lieutenant, this is for you. `` She said handing

Faith a digital photographic camera that, although thicker, resembled a credit rating identity card and

was attached to a key-ring.

`` Whats this about Montana ? '' organized religion asked taking the camera.

`` It starts with some pictures of Randy and these new Russian guys that

are his partners now. You can see pictures in the back of the clubhouse, where

they 're selling guns for stolen credit cards, doing coke or fucking some of

us, then I managed to take some of the girls that still do blow out, doing one

of your cops, Angelo Sacotta, when Randy got him all coked up, and we all

watched when Randy fucked him in the ass, Randy is blackmailing him, which

I think you 'd be interested in. '' She said with brutal honesty, `` There are

exposure of a whole stack of dope that the Russians are dealing, and also

some pictures of illegal Russian girl Randy and the Russians smuggled into

New House of York to be hookers, terpsichorean and such, Randy has five new girls, some of

them ca n't even utter English people, one of the Russian clotheshorse, Serge, beat the

bullshit outta one of them, Natalie her name is, when she tried to run away.

Because I 'm doing my Personal charge course again I 've been told to look

after her. She just lays there and war cry when she is n't luxuriously on the

Dilaudid suppositories that the bastard sticks up her pussy when I 'm not

around to stay fresh her quiet, it 's an illegal drug, and I 'll never graduate if

my lecturers find out. When she 's stoned they let johns in back, to fuck

her, I 've got exposure of that too. It 's not justly ! You have to stop them

Lieutenant. ``

`` And you have pictures of this, of sergeant Sacotta, the one who was

with me when you were arrested ? All that ... the booby ... the illegal Russian

women, all in this trivial tv camera ? '' trust asked incredulously.

`` Yes it cost $ 15.00, I do n't reckon the exposure are great quality, I do n't

have a data processor to check what they look like but I 've taken as many shots

as the camera will allow before it needs to be unloaded onto a computer. ``

She said before continuing, `` I watch CSI, I know you have technicians that

can enhance whatever I took and build it into evidence. Then you can put

that blackmailing bastard Randy Ted Williams behind cake where he belongs !

I 'll testify ; I 'll take the standpoint and help put him in jail.

Son-of-a-bitch ! I hope they ream his tooshie, inside ! Ream him substantial good.

Make him their bitch. '' She spat, rip flowing down her cheeks.

Faith pulled out her cell, she hit speed dial, and it was answered

within seconds. '' Ray ? Its Faith, I need your help and Carrie 's, now, veracious

away, how soon can you get to Starbucks, on Bleecker ? I need a big, big

favor. `` She held her phone to her ear, listening. `` Okay, half an hour,

perfect, we 're waiting for you, be sure to bring Carrie, we 'll need the

DA 's input here also, no like we spoke about tonight, I think I 've found

SCU 's mole, I 'll be speaking to Tom too, I 'll phone him after I finish with

you, I do n't have it away all the facts. I do n't want this binge going Confederacy ; I

want a judgment of conviction this metre. ``

She dialed again, this fourth dimension it took longer for the phone to be answered.

'' Hey Tom, religion, sorry to wake you, I 'm at Starbucks on Bleecker with an

informant, I think I know who our ` seawall'is. I 'll meet you in your business office,

we are gon na bust this across-the-board open, get postponement of sectionalisation ; I need stock-purchase warrant and

SWAT as soon as possible. How soon ? Yes I do know what time it is. No

tomorrow morning is too late, I need it before breakfast ! OK, I 'll hold

you to that ; I 'll suffer you at the office in an hour, see ya. '' She flipped

the phone off.

`` Ok Sarah, I trust you here, if this tv camera has what you say it has,

you 'll receive to find a new blank space to dance, the rhumba Room and Randy and his

Russian buddies are going out of clientele. '' She said to the nervous dancer.

'' I 'm going to put you up with soul I trust with my life, she 'll not let

anything chance to you, until I can arrange something more permanent for

you, she 's on her way as we speak, as soon as your safety with her, my honcho

and I are gon na begin frying Randy Hiram Williams and his Russian mobster chum 's

asses ! Drink your coffee berry, its getting cold. '' She smiled, closing her hand

over Sarah 's

Both char sipped their coffee tree, waiting silently. Faith glanced at her

watch, while Montana slid get down in her seat biting her lip while peering

fearfully out of the window as pedestrians and motorcar drove by.

It seemed to be an eternity before Ray and Carrie drew up alongside

Starbucks in Carrie 's BMW, Faith took Treasure State by the arm, your drive 's here,

come let 's go. ``

They walked towards the car, Rachel got out the rider door as they

approached. `` Faith, whats this all about ?

`` I need you to take care after a star witness, Ray, please, and I need Carrie

to come with me to see Tom, I 've .... '' trust began answering her friend,

before she could finish, there was a loudly revving of an engine and

squealing of tires, a minivan rocketed towards the double park BMW. A

man leaned out of the sliding door and began firing an automatic weapon at

them, the staccato of gunfire and whining of carom filled the air, shop class

and car Windows disintegrated as a hail of bullet train was sprayed in their

way. Both religion and Rachel reacted with blind instinct, drawing

their pistols. Rachel returned blast first ; yelling to trust. `` Go wide,

I 'll cover you. '' While kneeling and firing double handed across the trunk.

religious belief pushed Sarah safely to the ground almost underneath the car before

moving out into the middle of the road in an endeavor to draw the hit man 's

flak. She aimed at the driver of the minivan and started shooting. Her

ruse worked, and the gunman changed his aim and shooter in her direction as

she began shooting at the driver. She felt a searing pain in her leg

closely followed by numbing pain just above her elbow ; her arm was

instantly numb, and she was throw away backwards at least 3 feet, landing in the

middle of the road. Her pistol fell from her gimp fingerbreadth as the minivan

careened off the road and into a lamppost LE than 50 invertebrate foot from where she

lay, sprawled on her back in the eye of the road.

eve though an automatic machine pistol has far cracking rate of fire

than semi-automatic shooting iron, its rate of fire is also its drawback, as it is

almost unsufferable to keep it aimed after the first few blastoff on automatic,

moreover with its modified range of accuracy, 25 yards, it makes a foolish

option of a weapon for an amateur when lining trained police officers.

Rachel kept her read/write head and used both hand, resting them across the BMW 's

trunk lid for reinforcement ; she fired as the man leaned out of the sliding door

to get a amend shot at faith, standing silhouetted in the middle of the

road. smoke from her .40 Captain John Smith & Wesson found their score. As the out of

restraint vehicle swerved into the lamppost and steam hissing from the

shattered radiator, Randy Williams slid face first onto the street, a fully

reflex CZ .32 Scorpion automobile pistol sliding from his lifeless grasp.

There was a moment of knocked out silence, followed by a cacophony of car

consternation, and scream, mostly from people in blind affright. Rachel ran to

her protégé who lay, face up, in the eye of the road..

Faith oozed blood, it soaked into the skimpy opaline green tee shirt, and

through the denim of her jeans, pooling on the tar route. Her optic were

shut, her breathing shoal. She was deathly pale. It was Sarah who began

tending Faith 's wounds. '' Oh my God, she 's been hit in the artery below her

human knee ; I have to apply point imperativeness. '' She held her hand over the spurting

wound, slowing the flow of blood slightly. `` It 's not slowing enough, I

need to attain a tourniquet, we have to stem the flow or she 'll run out in

LE than 5 minutes. I 'm not qualified to do more, she said while wrapping

her belt around the top of religion 's knee, get hold of 911, this needs to be

tended to real fast ! '' She shouted to Rachel, before screaming at religious belief,

'' Leftenant ! Faith, please do n't die on me, please God ! Faith, please,

live for me. ``

Rachel was already on her phone. '' manipulator, crack fired ... Officer

Down ... I repeat officer down ... street corner Bleecker and Charles ; this is

serjeant-at-law Rachel Meyers, badge act 47628. I am off obligation, and take

quick assistance.

trust opened her centre, she struggled to sit up but was too rickety, almost

in tardily motility, her curiously colored eyes tried to focus, and inch by in

she lifted her unwounded arm, she gave the blood spattered photographic camera to

Rachel. `` Get this to Tom, he 's in his business office waiting for me. '' she

whispered, `` and please look after Ser ... haaaa ... '' Her eyes rolled back. In

the distance sirens began to wail.

Through the fog Faith heard, an upper-crust English language dialect pleading with

her. `` You 've got to stay awake, please. Stay awake. '' It was so peaceful

and silent, she could discover herself breathing, and she could smell her pulse

weakening, she lay semiconscious, unaware of the invading darkness.

The ceiling tile were white, the bed heavily. She hurt. A plastic bag

full of clear liquidness was suspended above her head and was plugged painfully

into her arm. Faith groaned, both of her leg throbbed, she could n't move.

Her palpebra were heavy every part of her physical structure was sore. `` Thirsty. '' She

mumbled. Almost instantly a credit card tube was pushed into her back talk, assuredness

water flowed from it, she sucked thirstily. She turned her head, her neck

sinew were stiff. Treasure State smiled brightly holding a plastic bottle in

one hand. Her clothes were rumpled, she was pale and had dark rings under

her eyes.

`` Hey. '' She said. `` Your awake, I need to get the doctor, he 's down the

hall. ``

`` Do n't get out me, where am I ? What happened ? Whats wrong with me ? Tell

me ! '' She slurred.

`` You 're in Hospital. You were shot, do you remember, Fri Nox,

Randy and the minivan ? You saved my life-time, do you think that ? '' She

asked. `` You 've been unconscious for 3 days. Lay still I need to fetch the

doctor. '' Sarah ordered.

`` Do n't allow, why pious platitude I move, am I paralyzed ? '' organized religion croaked.

`` No, your legs are buckled down so your stitches wont bust, a bullet

nicked the off-white above your elbow, so your redress arm is immobilized in a

fiberglass cast, lay still do n't fight, you do n't wan t to damage any

face there. You can move your bequeath arm ; the medico can explain a lot

better than me. And Ray and your boss wanted to know the moment you woke

up, I 'll be back in a jiffy, just be calm, its OK. '' Sarah said while

walking to the door.

The room was still, beside the bed there must take been at least 50

flowered arrangements, ranging from simple-minded bunch in ceramic vase to

expensive exotic displays, the room smelled like a flower shop. She was

wearing a atrocious white bed cap, open up at the back. She moved her left

arm, slowly she reached over and managed to get hold of the water bottle,

thirstily she sucked, trying to quench her thirst.

A tall handsome man wearing a Stanford White coat, with a stethoscope elegantly

draped around his shoulder joint walked towards the bed followed by Sarah. `` Ah,

Lt O'Bannon, I am Dr Fabian, '' he introduced himself. `` How are you

touch ? '' he asked, before taking his stethoscope and began listening to

her various organs. He took a small flashlight, and smooth it into her

oculus. He nodded approvingly. `` Yes ! serious than we hoped, you gave us all

a big panic. If your, um, fiancée, had n't kept unmediated pressure on your

ruptured femoral artery, you would induce died, it was a damned good affair

she was there. '' He said pointing towards a blushing Sarah. `` You should

thank her, you have her rakehell in you, its uncommon for um, couples to part

AB- rip, again, prosperous for you she gladly donated hers when we were

running out, altogether we used 20 social unit to save your lifespan. ``

`` We need to keep you still for a piece, I do n't desire all my hard workplace to

be for nothing, I 'm going to ease the straps on your legs, but try not to

move, we do n't want to rupture the sutures, it 's going to take a patch, you

were in field of operations for over six hours, we used a small plane section from your

undamaged leg to patch your damaged arteria, in the other leg, that 's why

both legs must be immobilized. '' He pulled back the bedclothes and lifted

the bed-gown up around her waist removed the dressings and inspecting the

livid red, stitched combat injury before easing the belts that immobilized her

legs. `` Yes, healing nicely ! You 've been in intensive tutelage until we

thought you were stable enough to bring you out of your coma, my prognosis

is that you 'll be you 're your feet for a day or so, but, your friend here,

can figure you in next class 's capital of Massachusetts Marathon, we expect a good recovery. ``

He grinned. `` I 'll allow you girls to chatter, but do n't tire her out, Ms

Richard Horatio Edgar Wallace, no shenanigans either, hold that for when you 're home. '' He

chuckled as he left.

`` Fiancée ? Couple, home ? What the infernal region is he talking about ? '' religion

asked after the door had closed.

`` It was the only way I could persist with you Lieutenant, or else they

would n't let me be here with you, its family only. In the ambulance and

when you were admitted to the ER, I said I was your, um ... fiancée it was

the lone way that I could stay with you. If you died, I wanted to be with

you. '' She said softly before saying '' I 'm sorry if I embarrassed you. '' She

shut her eyes and continued softly. `` Why do you suppose I 've tried so hard

getting it back together, since, I was arrested ? I know this is n't the

right fourth dimension. I do n't cognize if there 'll ever be a right on sentence. '' She swallowed,

licking at the bust flowing down her cheeks '' I know you 'll never need me,

or love me ; I 'm a bawd, you 're a cop. But I 've fallen in erotic love with you ;

I 'll do anything for you. '' Sarah whispered ; her faded gamy eyes awash with

tears.

`` Shhhhhhh, do n't cry, its okeh, do n't ever say that again, okay ? '' Faith

had a mental photograph of Sarah 's dance, the silver still lifetime 's the strobe

captured, the finale, where she stood alone, naked and exposed, in front line of

drunkard, insensitive men. `` You 've made a new get-go, a new life, what you

were before does n't count. `` She croaked, finding it hard to speak.

'' I never want you to say the words, whore, again, understand ? If you 're my

fiancée you honorable ring me Faith, I think the stave here might mistrust

you 've been fibbing if you keep calling me ` Leftenant'unless you want them

to think we 're in some kind of kinky dominance relationship. '' trust

caressed Sarah 's arm.

The tender moment was broken when both Rachel and Tom walked through the

doorway at the same clock time. They spoke together. `` We 've just spoken to the

doctor, how 're you feeling. '' Rachel and Tom laughed.

Rachel spoke. `` Hey Montana, are you still playing nurse ? '' she asked.

`` darn it Ray, her name is Sarah. '' religion croaked

`` fountainhead excuse me, young woman Priss ! I see getting guesswork has n't improved they

way you speak to your friends, I 'm glad to see you too, hon. '' She said

laughing. `` Hi Sarah, still playing nurse ? '' she re-asked, smiling.

Tom spoke, `` You had us all worried, Faith, and I see you got the

bloom. Dana and the shaver send their love. The ER doctors gave you minuscule

probability when they brought you in ; you had almost no blood left. You are

alive because Montana kept pressure on the wound until the paramedics got

to you from what I can severalise, also, the specialist Dr Fabian. `` He shook his

oral sex, `` MT would n't let him give up, and she made sure he got you all

patched up, she even rolled up her arm and donated her own stemma, but he

says you 'll be as commodity as new in a few calendar week. Now do n't worry about the

Unit, we 've got it covered, I have seconded sergeant Meyers, here, to make full

in, while we 're brusk on personnel office `` he said pointing to Rachel, `` While you

were still unconscious, Internal involvement justified both shootings, by the

way. '' He continued. `` The characterization MT took were excellent, and the

criminal offense lab has printed and copied them. Sgt. Sacotta is suspended, pending

a good IA investigation. The rest of the Russian mobster were all rounded

up, the club had been shut down, the illegal sex workers will be sent back

to Russia after they testify, and we have confiscated almost 50 kilogram of

pure cocaine. The DA will not lay charges against any of the dancers as it

seems they were all, including Treasure State here, coerced into working there by

the latterly Mister Randy Theodore Samuel Williams. The city manager has cited you for bravery, so

expect a visit from His Honor. It must be close to an election, he 's got

press has billing it as the full-grown bust since, Organized law-breaking unit of measurement

arrested Tony treble. Oh, yeah, Danu and the kid will probably drop by

this evening. ``

The day wore on, Sarah never leaving her English. Indeed, His Honor the

city manager as well as the Chief of constabulary made their show, promising the

Police armed combat Cross and commendation. citizenry Faith hardly remembered stopped

by to see how she was. She was soon totally exhausted and fell asleep,

snoring softly, while Sarah watched over her.

When she awoke she felt much better, the charge plate drip above her caput had

been removed and although her legs and arm were still dreadful she began

looking forward to going dwelling. During the night Rachel had brought her a

nighttime gown as well as the common toilet articles, and build up. She did not get it on

it was Sarah who changed her from the backless hospital emergence bed-gown into

her own night-gown or bathed her. She woke up to find Sarah brushing her

unruly coppery hair.

`` Hey, how 're you feeling ? '' she asked while running the brush through her

hair.

`` Much better, have you been here the unanimous clock time ? '' she asked.

`` I 've got nada else to do right now, no employment, no dancing, so yeah, I

stayed here. '' Sarah said.

`` Friday you offered me a table terpsichore, retrieve ? '' religious belief teased her.

`` Yeah and I said I 'd let you go as far as you wanted. '' Came the

bantering reply. `` Now sit still I want to put your make up on. ``

Sarah leaned over and skillfully spread a little foundation, especially

under her bruised looking center and brushed on some pulverization and blush, before

expertly applying a slight tint of brown-gold to her eyelid and penciled a

darker green eyeliner and finishing off with a insidious subtlety of coral lip

gloss.

`` There ya go, you look beautiful. '' She said, holding up a mirror.

religion hardly recognized the face staring back at her, Sarah had cleverly

made her up, disguising the ordinary and highlighting her best features, it

was a startle transformation.

`` See I told you, beautiful ! '' Sarah said.

trust admired her self, and her profiles, as Sarah held the mirror for

her.

`` Jeez, I 'm going to phone you every time I have a limited date, Sarah,

thank you. '' She said, clearly pleased with Sarah 's efforts.

`` You can call me anytime you want, lieutenant, I 'll do anything you

ask. '' Sarah said softly, rent in her eyes.

Dr Fabian chose that second to enroll. Dressed as before he approached

his patient, his stethoscope already plugged into his pinna as he sat down

on the bed. He listened again to her organs before removing the salad dressing

from her stitched wounds.

`` Ah no tracing of any contagion, you are looking much improve, it must be

all this loving care and devotedness, if you make progress like this and can

walk around by the time I do rounds, this afternoon '' he said, slinging his

stethoscope back around his shoulder joint, `` I can send you home in Ms Sir William Wallace 's

guardianship this afternoon. If you both promise not to overdo anything. You 've

made singular advancement, police lieutenant, I should use you as an advert. '' He

said laughing at his own joke.

Faith realized she needed help the foremost time she used the lavatory.

Sarah had helped her out of bed, and supported her as she shuffled forward.

Gingerly she settled herself on the gutter tooshie, letting gravitation do nigh of

the work for her. Without thinking, Sarah folded a handful of john

tissue and gently wiped her backside, as she lurched unsteadily to her

base. She threw the grime wad into the bowl before kneeling and using

another wad to gently dab her pubic tomentum. She looked up. `` There. '' She

said, still on her knee joint. `` All done. '' Sarah rose fluidly from her kneeling

and helped organized religion ruffle back to the bed. She sat down, exhausted.

The respite of the day Sarah chatted away, while they watched TV. Sarah

began telling trust about her puerility, growing up just outside of John Griffith Chaney,

not mentioning her downhill slide to finally ending up in the cloaca of New

York.

The Doctor was as ripe as his word. organized religion sat in a wheelchair and Sarah

a humble case on her lap. Sarah helped an orderly pushed her to the

entry. A cab took them to her apartment. Sarah helped her into bed.

The short trip wore her out and she was soon asleep.

The following dayspring Faith woke up to the smell of frying bacon.

'' Sarah poked her top dog in the room access, `` You had zippo to eat last-place night, and

all I could happen is bacon in your electric refrigerator, I slipped out and got some ballock

and stuff at the public convenience store on the corner, how do you like your

testicle ?

Faith struggled to sit up. `` Sunny and runny. '' She smiled.

A few minutes later, Sarah entered her elbow room carrying a tray. She

settled on a corner of the bed placing the tray on faith 's lap. The shell

was heaped with bacon, fried eggs and toast, and a large chicken feed of orange

juice, that she knew she never had in her fridge. The bacon had been cut

into morsel sized chunks.

`` You can try feeding yourself. `` Sarah said, placing a fork in Faith 's

left manus. `` Or I can bung you, which 'll be nimble and a lot lupus erythematosus messy. ``

She grinned.

Faith successfully guided the fork laden with bacon to her backtalk ; she

chewed, and stabbed at more Sir Francis Bacon, but was totally inept at spearing the

pledge or eggs. Eventually she gave up, and let Sarah slice the toast and

the orchis and give her. When she was finished feeding, Marnie held the glass

of juice to her backtalk and allowed her to sip and withdraw at her own pace.

`` I used to feed my mom, like this. '' She said.

I phoned the infirmary and spoke to Dr Fabian, he says its O.K. to suffer a

shower, so when your set up, tell me and I 'll get you set, I 've got clean

dressings and ointment for your stitches, he says they are going to itch

like crazy, soon, and you expert not itch them out. '' She laughed. `` He

reminded me that you need to drink a lot of liquidity. ``

Sarah helped her out of bed and supported her as she hobbled to the

bathroom. Like the clock time before, she knelt and expertly wiped her ass and

dabbed her pubic area, after Faith had relieved herself. She gently

removed Faith 's nighttime scrubs, and peeled off the soiled dressings and turned

on the faucets.

When Faith felt the water was right she stepped under the water.

Sarah 's hands were gentle ; she rubbed soap where she could, her finger's breadth

slid over Faith 's wet skin, around and under her tit, briefly touching

her nipple ; and then her stomach, then her rear and ass and with infinite

fear, finally between her leg. She used her digit tips to rub fragrant

shampoo that organized religion had never seen before, into her hairsbreadth. Afterwards she

was rinsed off, and moisturizer was lightly rubbed in, before being rinsed

off again and buffed dry softly, with a large fluffy towel. Sarah was

silent. She applied new fertilization and gave her, her medicinal drug before

helping trust hobble back to the bedroom.

Sarah seated her before the bedroom mirror and began brushing her wet

fuzz ; she plugged the hair drier and began styling her unruly coppery hair.

She smiled and worked away. She took a pair of scissors, and snipped away,

altering the austere style faith habitually wore, she finished with a

flourish.

`` There you are, like it ? '' She asked. Faith put down the glass of H2O

she had been sipping and was again amazed at the result.

`` What would you like to tire out, a nighttime dress again or normal clothes ?

Do n't say jean, It 'll have to be a blouse and dame I 'm not going to commit

pants over your stitches, just yet. '' Sarah asked.

Together they chose an oversize linen paper blouse and plaid ` A-line'chick,

from Faith 's closet. The cast on her arm made wearing a bra problematic,

and after a few attempts the bra was designated back to the drawer, she had

a little bother pulling a distich of pink cotton bikini panty on followed

by the plaid dame. Once again Sarah applied religion 's make up, this fourth dimension

she spent more prison term around the center, the effect was spectacular and altogether

she looked completely different, as she stared at herself in the mirror.

Sarah moved Faith 's sofa, making it prosperous for her to sit and see the

TV. . `` I need to get you some market, there 's almost nothing in the

fridge. What do you normally live on, take-out ? '' She asked.

Faith lay back on the lounge watching daytime television, sipping another

big methamphetamine of orange succus, while Sarah worked on a grocery list, until

either boredom or the MEd kicked in and religion began to snore softly.

Sarah slipped lightly out of the apartment with her list.

Filling the list took longer, mainly because Sarah was n't used to the

supermarket near Faith 's apartment. She hurried up the stairs and unlocked

the threshold. Faith was not asleep on the lounge. She called out. Faith

responded with a muffle cry from the bathroom.

Sarah dropped the grocery bags and ran to find Faith crying with

frustration and shame in the bathroom. `` I could n't pull my panties down in

sentence '' she sobbed, lifting her skirt exposing sodden underwear, and rivulets

of urine that had run down her legs and soiled the stuffing just below her

human knee, and pooled on the bathroom floor.

`` Its okay, its okay, here let me fix it '' Sarah said, pulling the sopping

wet pantie down, and drawing them off one leg at a clip. Silently faith

stood, her legs spaced widely apart while Sarah used a boldness material and warm

water to clean her thigh and legs and lavishing almost loving tending

on her private parts. Finally she soaped the stitches, and dabbed them softly,

with medicate cream before applying clean-living dressings.

`` There, you 're as good as new. I never thought I 'd be saying this,

lieutenant, but until you can get out down your own underwear, you 're not

wearing pantie. '' She said smiling. `` cum on ; let 's get you back on the

sofa, what were you watching ? '' Sarah asked while helping organized religion back into

the sitting room.

`` My, my, my, are n't you are very formal, for someone who has just

finished touching my kitty, and seen every inch of me naked and even wiped

my ass for me. For about the tenth meter Sarah, I 'm Faith, remember ? '' trust

said, staying in Sarah 's personal outer space ; so close they were almost touching

and feeling each other 's warmth. She brushed her hair away from her expression

with her left handwriting, finally moving closer, when her insidious invitation

looked like it was being misread.

The looking on Sarah 's typeface changed as she realized what Faith was offering

her, sunk in. '' I knew you are attracted to me, from the day you arrested

me ! You are a lesbian, I knew it ! You are just like me, we disguise it

well. But after all, it takes one to bed one, right ? '' She said chuckling,

and letting her finger's breadth linger and caressing Faith 's back, sliding down to

her ass, using both hands, softly, very possessively, each orb stroked with

infinite intimacy. Faith leaned forward, melting into Sarah 's embrace.

Their first gear kiss was interrupted by a knock on the door. Sarah sprang

away, both girl blushing profusely and stumbling out of the small toilet

as Rachel and Carrie came in over the strewn grocery travelling bag carrying the

heyday and a paper bag of cards trust had been given at the hospital. It took

four trips before they were finished. trust 's sitting room resembled and

smelled like a bloom shop.

Sarah boiled a kettle and set up tea, she artfully placed the pot of

tea, a jug of milk and block of lettuce, three cups on saucers, and a

matching plate of biscuit, she had just bought, on a tray and put it on a

low tabular array in the sitting room in front of religious belief. She retreated to the

bathroom and began mopping the floor, cleaning and tidying the can,

while the three close Quaker sipped tea, and chatted softly, with Rachel

becoming extremely agitated. Faith responding angrily, their voices

growing louder.

Sarah caught some of what Rachel was saying. `` ... I like her but she 's a

fucking whore for God 's interest ! Are you willing to sacrifice your career

over a goddamn Joseph Hooker ? '' She hissed.

faith 's answer was hot. `` Shut up, Ray ! I do n't care ... Yes I am ! ``

'' Carrie and I have guided you for 10 years for God 's sake, have we ever

steered you wrong ? '' Rachel asked.

'' This is different. '' Came religious belief 's stubborn reply.

'' No its not, remember when you and that stunned cunt Celia Brady were in

each early 's step-in ? front what a deal that was. If Ray had n't stuck her

neck out for you, you would have been suspended or fired. You have to detain

away from dyke and addict. This one is both, and over and above that,

she 's a harlot, with a rap sheet. Do n't conceive with whats between your

legs, religious belief. I think you just ca n't help yourself when it comes to a

pretty musical composition of pussy. '' Carrie said, obviously siding with Rachel in the

heated argument.

'' You two did n't screw Celia was an addict either Carrie. And who

introduced me to her in the first place ? You and Ray ! So do n't get all

` holier than one thousand'on me. '' religion said, attacking from a different angle.

Sarah grew red. `` You ca n't trouble Faith, it 's dangerous if her profligate

pressure level gets high. I do n't want to cause any trouble, its better if I

just leave. '' She said walking to the door.

'' Sarah please do n't go. trust pleaded, before turning on her friends

like a viper and fizzle. `` At the moment I do n't desire to even make water without

her. If she walks out of here Rachel, I swear I 'll never talk to either

of you again ! '' She lurched to her feet and shuffled to the door, grabbing

Sarah 's arm with her left wing hand.

'' I do n't want you to leave. '' She said softly looking into Sarah 's eyes.

'' Please stay, Ray and Carrie, are just leaving, are n't you ? '' she said

looking over her shoulder.

It was Carrie who, being a attorney, managed to calm both women down and

alleviate the spot. She spoke softly to a flushed and angry Rachel.

'' Honey, this is n't the decent time, or home, do n't force it. It 's Faith 's

choice. Leave it be. Shhhhhhh ! Listen to me. '' She said to her buff when

she tried to bluster.

To Faith she said. `` You know Ray cares about you and we only wants to

help. ``

Finally she spoke to Sarah. `` Ray is haywire, please, it 's not her office

to distinguish Faith what to do, especially in her own sign of the zodiac. '' She took Rachel 's

hand, and squeezed it. '' William Tell her ! ``

Rachel considered being stubborn before gritting out. `` Sorry Sarah,

please stay, let 's not go off one-half cocked here. It 's been my ego

appointed job to face after trust for so long, I guess it 's strange for me

to see someone else, doing it. ``

Carrie squeezed Rachel 's deal tight, and kissed her.

Faith was less forgive. `` Get used to it Ray, she 's here to stay. ``

Faith allowed Sarah to help her back to the couch and pulled her mastered

beside her. `` This is where you 'll find her, with me ! ``

Sarah was red with embarrassment. `` Please Faith, do n't emphasize out, you

ca n't reserve your stock pressure to ascend, you need to stay simmer down. '' She raised

Faith 's cup to her lips and let Faith sip her tea. `` There drink your tea. ``

Carrie and Rachel watched as Sarah helped religion sip the brew. Soon it

became apparent to them that the two women on the couch were oblivious to

everything but each early. Without saying a give-and-take they left.

organized religion was staring into Sarah 's eyes as the pretty peroxided blonde

steadied the cup at her brim, each swallow of tea was rushed. Faith longed

for those phrase finger to be on her skin.

Sarah caresses Faith 's impudence, her slender finger's breadth trailing over religious belief 's

font and back talk, down along the soft sensitive skin of her neck, and then to

her breasts, gently massaging and teasing at the Lapp time, each stroke

designed to delight. Faith was breathless, in Sarah 's coat of arms, their mouthpiece

touched and opened simultaneously, their spit drawing in each other 's

nitty-gritty. religion lay back as Sarah took control. The sweet compliance she

felt, was extraterrestrial to her dominant nature. When they kissed, it was a new

beginning for both of them. Hungrily they went about exploring each

early 's rima oris with their tongues. Their deal wandered over soft skin and

warm bosom, until they became breathless and intention, on taking their

lovemaking a stage further.

Their petting became bolder, Faith began unbuttoning Sarah 's blouse, who

succumbed briefly with intense desire, but finally denied herself, by

pressing Faith 's knocker back with the palms of her hand.

'' No we must n't, its still to severe, we must end Faith. '' Sarah,

breathless, broke the tenseness. `` Shall I headphone Dr. Fabian and ask if you

can make an orgasm ? '' She giggled.

trust, thwarted and angry at Sarah 's rejection, she was close to tears

until the lilt of Sarah 's giggles broke the awkward moment and she laughed

out brassy, and began to imitate the urbane surgeon `` Gawd ! I can see his

face ; I told you Miss Wallace, no shenanigans until her stitches are out. ``

Sarah ; grinned like a schoolgirl, melting organized religion 's center. Faith lifted

her compensate hand to Sarah 's face, caressing her gently, her leave behind manus she

used to keep Sarah 's paw on her breast. `` You 've been so upright to me. ``

She said softly.

The afternoon melted into evening, Sarah 's laughter and strange sense of

humor kept Faith enthralled. As evening drew tight, they sat close

together on the settee munching cookie and collation while watching TV.

faith was astounded that Sarah could get the quizzes of ` Wheel of Fortune'

way before her or the show 's contestant. dinner party was casually eaten from

convenient TV trays with Sarah cutting religion 's food into raciness sized

portions, before eating her own. Not long after they 'd eaten, Faith became

drowsy, possibly from her medicament or overexcitement from everything that

had happened during the afternoon. Sarah helped her to bed. She was

asleep, breathing evenly on her back, before Sarah had finished settling

the bedclothes.

Sarah was woken, from a rich nap on trust 's, not so well-to-do for

sleeping on, sofa. She looked at her watch ; she had been asleep for less

than an 60 minutes. Faith was calling her from the sleeping room. She almost ran to

the bedroom, not even stopping to switch on any lights.

`` What is it, whats wrong ? '' She asked.

`` Why do n't you want to sleep with me ? '' religion asked in a minor voice.

`` Because I 'll ravish you. '' Sarah answered.

`` Maybe I want to be ravished. '' religious belief 's voice was soft.

`` Even if it kills you ? '' Sarah asked incredulously.

`` Yes, but what a way to go ! '' Was Faith 's illogical answer.

`` You stop that ! '' Sarah ordered.

`` Then get into bed. '' Faith said, pulling Sarah to her.

organized religion slept comfortably in Sarah 's arms, until dawn 's rosy-cheeked rays painted

Faith 's white bedchamber walls a cozy coral.

Their safe morn kiss was farsighted and languid ; they lay in each other 's

subdivision until the sun was way over the horizon. The elbow room was filled with the

rash scent of female arousal. Their kissing became intense and

breathless. With her arm in a cast, Faith clumsily slid on top of Sarah.

trust lowered her face to Sarah 's stimulated nipple. Each in turn was

rolled and tasted, religious belief 's inquisitive natural language probing each teat, licking

and teasing them into hot buds of passion. Inelegantly, the cast fashioning

her awkward, organized religion slipped down, pressing Sarah 's knees wide-cut apart with her

feet, until she was crouching between Sarah 's widespread knees. She

lowered her head to the junction of Sarah 's thighs, where the warmness and

aromatic scent of her stimulation there, made any ordered denials she might of

thinking of, impossible. religion 's mouth touched Sarah 's already moistened

labia. Sarah was in no shape to deny religious belief anything, she offered her

everything. organized religion 's backtalk touched her well sex, instantly fragrant

moisture seeped from her vaginal rampart. Faith sucked thirstily, noisily

taking Sarah 's perfumed offering with warmth. Her gifted tongue delved

into every crease and crease, flicking and lapping while she murmured

noisily, exciting Sarah, titillating her in sweet debate distortion by

avoiding Sarah 's necessitous clitoris. Eventually when her need became almost

feral, she gripped Faith by the hair's-breadth and tried to guide her rima oris onto her

desperate clit. organized religion 's whisker was almost pulled by the roots, Sarah was

frantic, her breathing labored and coming in gulps, her second joint heaved, she

thrust upwards uncaring, her eyes shut, her toes curled, her substance pumping

in time with the electric darts of pure ecstasy that emanated from her

womb and traveled at lightning fastness through every nerve. Finally, when

Faith sensed Sarah was beyond everything but this sweet anguish, her tongue

traced low tight circles around Sarah 's hot rubbery picayune nugget,

lavishly she dragged her spit over it, flicking the tip of her tongue

faster and faster, until finally Sarah could bear no more than, and

capitulated to her climax. Giving in with a passionate squeal, cardinal yet

ecstatic, she lay back, her chest of drawers heaving, her skin covered in

perspiration. trust remained anchored in between Sarah 's legs.

Sarah 's ventilation returned to semi normal and the after gleam of her

coming bloomed, she lay back, as organized religion gently began kissing her inner

thighs, planting wet warm piddling kisses along her sinew, dragging her

tongue over her sudation, almost cleansing her thighs. Soon the

latent hostility began to go up once again, this prison term however organized religion refused to be

hurried. Sarah was frantic, her forefront was moving side to side, she thrust

upwards, emptily, almost begging for another sexual climax. Faith willingly aided

her, this clip she pressed two fingerbreadth into Sarah 's cloying lovingness,

stroke, in and out, with a steady dumb rhythm, her tongue above her handwriting,

flicking up and down, then side to side, enrapturing Sarah, who began

thrusting hard onto trust 's aspect, her hands once more embroiled in trust 's

matted red whisker. The irregular sexual climax was not as acute as the first off, it

rolled in from the base of her spine and radiated outwards as her limbs

stiffened, and her heart pounded. religious belief kept her fingers deep inside her

devotee 's pussy and whispered soft words of dearest, that she had never thought

of using before. Sarah 's heart rate began to temper ; she had to almost

drag religion from between her pegleg by the fuzz. Finally religion relented and

snuggled alongside her. They lay together in silence, looking and smiling

at one and other, their apparent motion limited to soft caresses, they drifted

into that sublime slumber only lovers ever experience .