Up to the day she got scene Lt. Faith O'Bannon believed she was all that

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

hair was cut to a hard regulation elan and length. Her eyes were almost

the color of vintage nose candy bottle, a disconcerting light opaline putting green.

She was not beautiful in the ceremonious sensory faculty, but she was n't

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

sex appeal, vitality and ego confidence, than for virtuous strong-arm beauty.

Off duty she was a jeans and tee shirt girl, her 34D tit, slenderize waist and

long supple legs all adding to her allurement. She was a twelve year veteran soldier

of the NYPD.

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

degree from NYU in law enforcement. Like every other rookie, she loathed

the long hr on her foot, and never ending, unreasonable, blind hate

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

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

expanding her knowledge of police procedure and studying for the maiden

grueling civil table service exam, which should she pass, would put her in crease

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

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

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

rescued hissing, scratching and biting computed axial tomography from trees or being verbally

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

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

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

things became infinitely better.

Her new cooperator was Rachel Meyers ; a ten yr stager who took the young

woman under her wing. Rachel was an ` come out of the closet'tribade, with a slightly

bottom-heavy material body who 's master gripe in life was that her shape was 34 24

38 and she could never regain an ` off the rack two-piece'to fit, but she was

happily involved with a senior assistant dominion attorney, and never once

made any sexual advances towards religious belief, which was more than than could be said

for more than half her male colleagues. Until she was partnered with

Rachel, Faith had dated and slept with a few of her male opposite number, but

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

simply no ` Muriel Sarah Spark'. After her promotion she spent far More sentence studying

for promotional material, practicing with firearms and martial nontextual matter, than involving

herself romantically.

Rachel 's guidance did not end when they logged off slip. She became

her youth partner 's confidant and wise man, in NYPD vernacular, her Rabbi.

In subtle style Faith began to emulate Rachel, so it came as no surprisal to

the departmental headway, when religious belief began to seek out the society and the

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

seeking out only manful friendly relationship. Secretly they chalked it up to her

partner 's influence rather than Faith 's own alternative, all her new

relationships being platonic in nature, so there was no proof that Faith

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

persisted the three age Rachel and trust were teamed up together, the

dam and the cupcake.

A few months after faith had passed the competitive polite service of process

interrogatory and was qualified for further promotion should a postal service fall

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

serjeant-at-law and moved to Sex law-breaking, where she was partnered with a aged

male detective, police lieutenant Tom Lucian, a warhorse with almost twenty years

experience and on the fast course for promotion, himself. Together, over

the future three twelvemonth they investigated rapes, molestation, harlotry

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

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

arrested a violent serial rapist, she had come to the bill of the press,

the deputy chiefs and finally the Borough Commander.

Outwardly it seemed that the departmental question of her precinct were

right in their assessment that trust had briefly been under Rachel 's

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

in her belated date, she and Tom worked well together, within a class

their department 's arrest track record and quotas of puzzle out crimes were by far

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

thereafter. On a personal level she seemed to have no regular young man,

but continued to maintain a strict regimen of subject field and work that left

slight metre for a social life. She got on really well with Tom 's wife and

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

inter-group communication with her ex-partner. air division began ` grooming'Faith for large

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

ever.

Bigger matter happened within a few month of her passing the highest

civil service technique test. With a brood mayoral election due in the

fall, the incumbent mayor and the Police Chief announced that they were

going to restructure the way crime were being fought in the metropolis. Among

the many change, new variance was being formed to address sex crime, and

newly promoted master Tom Lucian would report directly to examiner

McKenzie, who in turning reported directly to the Deputy Chief. His deputy

would be newly promoted Lieutenant organized religion O'Bannon, together with a squad of

carefully chosen military officer and specialists ; they would liaise with the sex

crimes department within every precinct in the city. The Unit would have

city-wide jurisdiction, with affair military officer in every Borough, and have

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

city manager 's announcement had spent three calendar month at Quantico studying FBI

methods and building kinship with factor who specialized in all forms

of sex related crimes. At the age of 30, Faith was one of the immature

female person constabulary deputy in New York 's history.

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

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

origin. It kept Tom was almost permanently anchored to his government agency at

Divisional head word quartern, leaving Faith to oversee the unit 's day to day

running. The SCU not only inquire day to day ravishment and criminal offence, where

sex had been the motivator but, tracking down barbarous serial rapist who

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

engineering science they also tracked sexual piranha and pedophiles on the

net. Computer operators monitored ` chat suite'and lured electronic

perpetrators out from behind the namelessness of ` screen-names'into the undefended

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

liaised with Interpol, sharing information with constabulary office around the

world, and were involved in successful stop and prosecution, globally.

In the twelve years that she had been a patrol officer, Faith had also

built up a large network of informants, both paid, and unpaid. These

informants came from many diverse places ; some were merely outraged hotel

concierges, others were worry citizens or anti-pornography groups or

self-styled cyberspace monitor, but there were also little felon,

addicts, hooker, call-girls or alien professional dancer. Some were multitude who were

or had been victim of the law-breaking she had investigated and were willing to

helper, for whatever reason.

One of these witnesser called Faith on her cellular headphone, late in the

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

O'Bannon ? '' a breathless voice asked.

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

`` This is Treasure State, you know, from Randy 's rumba way, off Bleecker and

Jacques Charles. '' Came whispered reply.

Montana ... Mentally organized religion pictured Montana and her rap sheet ; she had

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

Wallace, a.k.a. Treasure State : Emigrated from London England 2002.Arrested for

public salaciousness, prostitution or drug possession at least a dozen times.

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

decadent with sweet almond shaped washed-out blue eyes that had seen too much ;

long bleached blonde hair that hung down her backbone. Her titty were

naturally great, at least a 36C and silicone unblock, beneath them, a trim

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

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

her money on cocaine until Faith 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 strip joint was blackmailing her.

The place was run by a aspirer mobster who pimped out his ` social dancer'and

sold a little nip in the back office. Montana/Sarah had confided in

Faith that even though religious belief had arrested her, because she had been treated

with dignity, after paying a amercement she would have to give to the club, but

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

tips about club owner Randy William 's illegal bodily function, in fact, she had

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

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

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

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

religiously kept, and she remained drug free, her each week drug test all

came back negative. She resumed a health care course during the day and

stayed out of difficulty. She had never once asked for any compensation

either.

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

Montana 's Brits accent obviously came from fostering and Department of Education, a

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

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

funfair, treated me better than I deserve, this clock time, this time I 've got the

goods on Randy, I promise I have trial impression that he 's dealing drugs, guns, and

bribing cops. Not penny ante stuff, real evidence, and I 'm bequeath to

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

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

`` I 'm dancing the late chemise ; you can always sway by the night club for a

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

can take on after I finish. There 's a Starbucks outdoors all Night on Bleecker

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

to look on me to dance for you. ``

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

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

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

`` At 2:30 then, please, I have really good information 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 naming with a city

official, before reporting back to Tom, where they discussed the Recent

reversals the Unit had endured where suspects walked free because

previously water-tight cases seemed to disintegrate and witnesses change

their testimony on the bandstand. They agreed that individual within their Unit

was supplying information to the criminals they were trying to get off the

streets. They would launch an internal investigation with intimate affairs

service in the morning time. She logging off, driving home in her official

unnoted car home before showering and slipping into a comfortable pair of

denims and opaline green t-shirt that matched the unusual hue of her eyes.

Her unmarked car was monovular 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 yr 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 glad to see her ex-partner. Their apartment was the one

property where the young police police officer could truly relax and be in the

society of multitude who shared her sexual preferences. She had skillfully

helped navigate Faith 's rise from the membership, carefully guiding her past the

pitfall and traps that naïve gay woman like herself had fallen prey to when

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

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

no thing how highly qualified she was, there was little theory of

attaining a deputy 's shield except of line as a ` token'to the

gay-lesbian residential district. Carrie, her fan for the past 9 days was equally

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

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

agonizing crushes, and steering her away from relationships that could

jeopardize her career, keeping her on rail, professionally. They were

sincerely happy for her achievements, treating her like a dearie untried

sister, a short babe whose sexual druthers they 'd ward to the grave.

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

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

and flip-flop she had recently discovered at SCU, and listening to Carrie 's

views from the ADA 's government agency and Rachel 's levelheaded advice. After that

they laughed and snickered while swapping comment and regaling each other

about the odd state of affairs common acquaintanceship found themselves in, or

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

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

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

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

trouble.

New House of York never sleeps, even at 1:45 AM, the streets thronged with machine

and people, trust found a parking pip a couple of block from Starbucks,

and decided to belt down time by doing some windowpane shopping until 2:30, checking

for ` knock-offs'of Gucci, Dior and other fashion designer label in dress shop that

never seemed to stay open for longer than a week, depending on the

merchandise they offered for sale.

leash one-fourth of an hr can drag by, when you are not really

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

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

a warm evening outside, but inside the seedy club, it was sweltering, trust

stood just inside an alcove, beside the inner threshold, where she had a

clear horizon of the microscope stage, yet, remain partially hidden in the shadows. The

lodge was only about one-half full, most of the patrons were men, and they

clustered around mesa loaded with beer bottles, and looked up at a shabby

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

through enormous speaker unit set in every box, A pale blonde gyrated to

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

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

dancing to the `` slip bear 's picnic ''

The lights came on briefly, as the euphony died, the club 's announcer,

whipped up his interview. `` springiness Callie a big hand Lady and valet de chambre ...

Callie. '' He droned before announcing the adjacent terpsichorean. `` gentlewoman and

gentleman's gentleman direct from London England, I give you, Montana. ``

Garishly made up with obscure mascara and eye shadow, almost

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

wearing a marvelous Western hat and a gaudy poncho, her stage were encased in

leather chap, her pes thrust into high heeled western kicking. She twirled

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

well muscled leg and nude supple ass. Soft Cell 's `` Tainted passion '' thumped

out of the auditory sensation system, as she almost slithered up to the brass instrument perch,

embedded nerve centre degree. Marc almond 's ` campy'voice jarred MT 's

action ; she mimed and swayed with the music, obviously professionally

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

leaving Montana wearing only the hat, chap and bang. Her chest

jiggled, her body movements describing an angel, wanton with a cloud

sensual pauperism to love and be loved, like the words to the strain she was

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

movements and presenting a series of erotic monochrome stills ; as Montana

captivated the audience into a pulseless silence. Marc Almond wailed

about his twisted love for Christian Saint Andrew the Apostle, the strobe faded, Montana 's

torso was painted in reds, blues, yellowness, greens, and a daze of green goddess

swirled at her human foot she posed, in an erotic collage of sexuality, each

nuance touching organized religion 's soul. The Enthralled police char watched in awe,

her throat dry, as the euphony began to build up to its conclusion and Montana

bent down, her legs panoptic at the mortise joint, showing the astonished interview her

beautiful behind, and exquisite genitals. The chaps were cunningly pulled

free of her dead body, she stood defenseless, forlorn and vulnerable, exposed, in

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

from Heaven. The music faded to silence ...

Faith was shaking, she knew she was physically aroused by Treasure State ; yet,

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

shreds, she almost staggered from the pungent bar, and into the proportional

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

a few transactions of walking and she regained her composure. She sauntered

into the coffee store at the appointive time and ordered a coffee berry and cream

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

would n't come for at to the lowest degree another 10 transactions. Even at 2:30 the coffee

shop was a beehive of activity, she found a booth close to the room access, in the

front of the entrepot where she could look out the windowpane. She sat sipping

her coffee and keeping an eye out for her informant. Montana hurried into

Starbucks 15 transactions belated looking furtively behind her. She wore

characterless jeans, and a soma hiding blouse, her side was scrubbed

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

flaxen hairsbreadth was woven into a fatheaded French braid that hung down her back,

she wore a plaid flat cap, complete with a pompon, the bill pulled low

down her forehead. After ordering her coffee berry she slipped into the booth

opposite Faith.

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

Faith a digital camera that, although thicker, resembled a credit menu and

was attached to a key-ring.

`` Whats this about MT ? '' religious belief asked taking the camera.

`` It starts with some motion-picture show of Randy and these new Russian hombre that

are his collaborator now. You can see image in the binding of the club, where

they 're selling grease-gun for stolen cite wag, doing C or fucking some of

us, then I managed to take some of the missy that still do louse up, doing one

of your pig, 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 interest in. '' She said with brutal money plant, `` There are

exposure of a completely stack of skunk that the Russians are dealing, and also

some video of illegal Russian girls Randy and the Russians smuggled into

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

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

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

Because I 'm doing my Personal upkeep path again I 've been told to look

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

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

around to keep her unruffled, it 's an illegal drug, and I 'll never fine-tune if

my lecturers find out. When she 's stoned they let St. John the Apostle in back, to fuck

her, I 've got pics of that too. It 's not rightfield ! You have to hold on them

Lieutenant. ``

`` And you have pictures of this, of serjeant-at-law Sacotta, the one who was

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

charwoman, all in this little photographic camera ? '' Faith asked incredulously.

`` Yes it cost $ 15.00, I do n't think the motion-picture show are great quality, I do n't

have a computer to moderate what they look like but I 've taken as many shots

as the photographic 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 heighten whatever I took and make it into evidence. Then you can put

that blackmailing bastard Randy Williams behind bars where he belongs !

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

Son-of-a-bitch ! I hope they ream his hind end, inside ! Ream him real adept.

shuffling him their squawk. '' She spat, bust flowing down her cheeks.

trust pulled out her cell, she hit hie dial, and it was answered

within seconds. '' Ray ? Its religion, I need your service and Carrie 's, now, mighty

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 trusted to bring Carrie, we 'll need the

DA 's comment 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 telephone set him after I finish with

you, I do n't bonk all the facts. I do n't require this bust going South ; I

want a conviction this time. ``

She dialed again, this time it took longer for the earphone to be answered.

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

informant, I think I know who our ` mole'is. I 'll assemble you in your authority,

we are gon na rupture this widely open, get clench of division ; I need warrants and

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

tomorrow dawn is too of late, I need it before breakfast ! Okay, I 'll declare

you to that ; I 'll cope with you at the office in an hr, see ya. '' She flipped

the telephone off.

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

you 'll have to retrieve a new place to dance, the Rumba room and Randy and his

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

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

anything happen to you, until I can order something more permanent for

you, she 's on her way as we speak, as soon as your condom with her, my boss

and I are gon na get down frying Randy Roger Williams and his Russian gangster crony 's

asses ! drink in your deep brown, its getting cold. '' She smiled, closing her manus

over Sarah 's

Both adult female sipped their coffee berry, waiting silently. Faith glanced at her

vigil, while Montana slid lower in her bum biting her lip while peering

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

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

Starbucks in Carrie 's BMW, trust took Montana by the arm, your ride 's here,

come let 's go. ``

They walked towards the car, Rachel got out the passenger room access as they

approached. `` Faith, whats this all about ?

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

to descend with me to see Tom, I 've .... '' Faith began answering her Friend,

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

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

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

them, the staccato of gunfire and whining of ricochet filled the air, shop

and car windows disintegrated as a hail of fastball was sprayed in their

direction. Both Faith and Rachel reacted with subterfuge inherent aptitude, drawing

their pistols. Rachel returned fire first ; yelling to organized religion. `` Go astray,

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

Faith pushed Sarah safely to the ground almost underneath the car before

moving out into the middle of the road in an try to draw the gunman 's

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

ruse worked, and the gunman changed his aim and shot in her counselling as

she began shooting at the number one wood. She felt a searing hurting in her leg

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

instantly numb, and she was flung backwards at to the lowest degree 3 groundwork, landing in the

centre of the road. Her pistol fell from her limp fingers as the minivan

careened off the road and into a lamppost lupus erythematosus than 50 feet from where she

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

Even though an automatic machine pistol has far greater rate of firing

than semi-automatic pistol, its charge per unit of fire is also its drawback, as it is

almost impossible to prevent it aimed after the foremost few slam on automatic,

moreover with its special grasp of accuracy, 25 M, it makes a foolish

alternative of a weapon system for an amateur when lining trained police officer.

Rachel kept her head and used both hands, resting them across the BMW 's

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

to get a better stroke at Faith, standing silhouetted in the eye of the

road. slug from her .40 Smith & Wesson found their mark. As the out of

control vehicle swerved into the lamppost and steam hissing from the

shattered radiator, Randy Thomas Lanier Williams slid boldness first onto the street, a fully

automatic CZ .32 scorpion machine pistol sliding from his lifeless grasp.

There was a import of amazed silence, followed by a cacophony of car

consternation, and screaming, mostly from mass in blind panic. Rachel ran to

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

Faith oozed blood line, it soaked into the skimpy opaline green t-shirt, and

through the denim of her jeans, pooling on the tar road. Her eye were

shut, her breathing shallow. She was deathly wan. It was Sarah who began

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

knee ; I have to apply train pressure. '' She held her hand over the spurting

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

need to gain a compression bandage, we have to stem the flow or she 'll bleed out in

lupus erythematosus than 5 hour. I 'm not qualified to do More, she said while wrapping

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

tended to substantial fasting ! '' She shouted to Rachel, before screaming at Faith,

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

live for me. ``

Rachel was already on her speech sound. '' operator, Shots fired ... military officer

Down ... I repeat ship's officer down ... box Bleecker and Charles the Great ; this is

sergeant Rachel Meyers, badge identification number 47628. I am off duty, and need

immediate assistance.

religion opened her eyes, she struggled to sit up but was too imperfect, almost

in boring motion, her curiously colored eyes tried to sharpen, and column inch by column inch

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

Rachel. `` Get this to Tom, he 's in his 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 accent pleading with

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

and silent, she could get a line herself breathing, and she could sense her pulse

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

The ceiling tiles were Andrew D. White, the bed severe. She hurt. A plastic bag

wax of clear liquid was suspended above her head and was plugged painfully

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

Her eyelids were operose every part of her dead body was sore. `` Thirsty. '' She

mumbled. Almost instantly a charge plate pipe was pushed into her mouth, cool

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

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

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

her eyes.

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

antechamber. ``

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

me ! '' She slurred.

`` You 're in Hospital. You were shot, do you remember, Friday night,

Randy and the minivan ? You saved my life history, do you call up that ? '' She

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

Doctor of the Church. '' Sarah ordered.

`` Do n't get out, why cant I move, am I paralyzed ? '' Faith croaked.

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

nicked the bone above your elbow, so your right arm is immobilized in a

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

nerves there. You can run your give arm ; the doctor can explain a lot

better than me. And Ray and your hirer wanted to do it the moment you woke

up, I 'll be back in a instant, just be calm, its O.K.. '' Sarah said while

walking to the door.

The room was still, beside the bed there must have been at least fifty dollar bill

floral arrangements, ranging from simple gang in ceramic vase to

expensive alien displays, the elbow room smelled like a flush workshop. She was

wearing a ugly ovalbumin bed jacket crown, open at the book binding. She moved her left

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

thirstily she sucked, trying to quench her thirst.

A tall handsome man wearing a white coat, with a stethoscope elegantly

draped around his articulatio humeri walked towards the bed followed by Sarah. `` Ah,

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

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

her various organs. He took a little flashlight, and shine it into her

eyes. He nodded approvingly. `` Yes ! sound than we hoped, you gave us all

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

ruptured femoral artery, you would stimulate died, it was a deuced just thing

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

thank her, you have her blood in you, its rare for um, couples to part

AB- blood, again, lucky for you she gladly donated hers when we were

running out, altogether we used 20 units to save your spirit. ``

`` We need to keep you still for a while, I do n't require all my severe work to

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

move, we do n't want to snap the sutures, it 's going to select a while, you

were in theatre of operations for over six 60 minutes, we used a belittled subdivision from your

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

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

the bed-gown up around her waistline removed the medical dressing and inspecting the

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

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

thought you were stable enough to work you out of your comatoseness, my prognosis

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

can enter you in next year 's Boston Marathon, we expect a full recuperation. ``

He grinned. `` I 'll exit you girl to chew the fat, but do n't fag out her out, Ms

Wallace, no devilment either, save that for when you 're plate. '' He

chuckled as he left.

`` Fiancée ? Couple, place ? What the hell is he talking about ? '' organized religion

asked after the door had closed.

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

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

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

the entirely way that I could stick around 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 call up I 've tried so hard

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

right clip. I do n't live if there 'll ever be a rectify clip. '' She swallowed,

licking at the tears flowing down her cheeks '' I know you 'll never want me,

or love me ; I 'm a sporting lady, you 're a cop. But I 've fallen in dear with you ;

I 'll do anything for you. '' Sarah whispered ; her faded blueing center awash with

tears.

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

had a mental picture of Sarah 's dance, the silver still life 's the strobe light

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

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

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

'' I never want you to say the row, whore, again, read ? If you 're my

fiancée you serious call me religious belief, I think the staff here might suspect

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

to think we 're in some kind of way-out dominance relationship. '' religious belief

caressed Sarah 's arm.

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

door at the Lapplander time. They spoke together. `` We 've just spoken to the

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

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

`` red cent it Ray, her public figure is Sarah. '' religion croaked

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

way you speak to your admirer, I 'm beaming to see you too, hon. '' She said

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

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

flush. Dana and the nipper send their love. The ER physician gave you trivial

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

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

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

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

patched up, she even rolled up her sleeve and donated her own rake, but he

says you 'll be as good as new in a few weeks. Now do n't interest about the

unit, we 've got it covered, I have seconded serjeant-at-law Meyers, here, to meet

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

were still unconscious, Internal Affairs justified both shooting, by the

way. '' He continued. `` The pictures MT took were fantabulous, and the

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

a broad IA investigation. The rest of the Russian mobsters were all rounded

up, the nightspot had been shut down, the illegal sex proletarian will be sent back

to Russia after they testify, and we have confiscated almost fifty kilos of

pure cocain. The DA will not lay charges against any of the terpsichorean as it

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

the late mister Randy Hank Williams. The Mayor 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 biggest bust since, Organized offense Unit

arrested Tony soprano. Oh, yeah, Dana and the Kyd will probably drop by

this eventide. ``

The day wore on, Sarah never leaving her side. Indeed, His honor the

Mayor as well as the Chief of police made their show, promising the

Police scrap Cross and citations. people 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 plastic drip above her head had

been removed and although her stage and arm were still awful she began

looking forward to going domicile. During the Night Rachel had brought her a

night gown as well as the common toiletry, and spend a penny up. She did not know

it was Sarah who changed her from the backless hospital subject 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 bettor, have you been here the altogether time ? '' she asked.

`` I 've got nothing else to do right now, no work, no dance, so yeah, I

stayed here. '' Sarah said.

`` Friday you offered me a table dance, remember ? '' organized religion 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 short foundation, especially

under her hurt looking oculus and brushed on some pulverisation and blush, before

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

darker green eyeliner and finishing off with a subtle shade of coral lip

gloss.

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

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

made her up, disguising the average and highlighting her best feature article, it

was a startling transformation.

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

organized religion admired her self, and her visibility, as Sarah held the mirror for

her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

from her stitched wounds.

`` Ah no trace of any transmission, you are looking much better, it must be

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

walk around by the fourth dimension I do circle, this afternoon '' he said, slinging his

stethoscope back around his articulatio humeri, `` I can post you home in Ms Wallace 's

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

made singular progression, Lieutenant, I should use you as an ad. '' He

said laughing at his own joke.

Faith realized she needed assistant the first sentence she used the bathroom.

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

Gingerly she settled herself on the stool hindquarters, letting gravity do most of

the work for her. Without thought process, Sarah folded a handful of bathroom

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

groundwork. She threw the soiled wad into the roll before kneeling and using

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

said, still on her articulatio genus. `` All done. '' Sarah rose fluidly from her kneel

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

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

began telling Faith about her childhood, growing up just outside of London,

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

York.

The Doctor of the Church was as unspoilt as his word. faith sat in a wheelchair and Sarah

a small font on her lap. Sarah helped an orderly pushed her to the

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

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

The following dawn religion woke up to the smell of frying bacon.

'' Sarah poked her caput in the door, `` You had nothing to eat last night, and

all I could recover is bacon in your fridge, I slipped out and got some eggs

and stuff and nonsense at the convenience computer memory on the recess, how do you like your

eggs ?

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

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

settled on a corner of the bed placing the tray on trust 's lap. The plate

was heaped with Roger Bacon, fried eggs and goner, and a large glass of orangeness

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

into bite sized chunks.

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

left hand. `` Or I can eat you, which 'll be flying and a lot lupus erythematosus messy. ``

She grinned.

Faith successfully guided the fork laden with Bacon to her mouth ; she

chewed, and stabbed at more bacon, but was totally inept at spearing the

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

the eggs and feed her. When she was finished feeding, Marnie held the glass

of juice to her lips and allowed her to sip and get down at her own pace.

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

I phoned the hospital and spoke to Dr Fabian, he says its okay to cause a

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

dressing and unction for your stitches, he says they are going to spoil

like crazy, soon, and you better not chafe them out. '' She laughed. `` He

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

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

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

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

removed organized religion 's Nox gown, and peeled off the colly dressings and turned

on the faucets.

When religion felt the pee was right she stepped under the urine.

Sarah 's hands were gentle ; she rubbed Georgia home boy where she could, her fingers

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

her tit ; and then her stomach, then her back and ass and with countless

maintenance, finally between her legs. She used her finger tips to rub fragrant

shampoo that Faith had never seen before, into her hair. Afterwards she

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

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

silent. She applied new binding and gave her, her medication before

helping religion gimp back to the bedroom.

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

hair's-breadth ; she plugged the hair drying agent and began styling her robustious coppery hair.

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

altering the stark fashion Faith habitually wore, she finished with a

flourish.

`` There you are, like it ? '' She asked. Faith put down the spyglass of body of water

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

`` What would you like to tire, a night apparel again or normal clothes ?

Do n't say jeans, It 'll stimulate to be a blouse and skirt I 'm not going to draw out

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

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

from religious belief 's cupboard. The hurl 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 trouble pulling a pair of pink cotton two-piece panties on fall out

by the plaid skirt. Once again Sarah applied Faith 's shuffling up, this time

she spent more time around the eyes, the event was dramatic and altogether

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

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

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

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

religion lay back on the sofa watching daytime television, sipping another

expectant crank of orange succus, while Sarah worked on a foodstuff inclination, until

either ennui or the meds kicked in and trust 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. trust was not asleep on the sofa. She called out. Faith

responded with a muffled cry from the bathroom.

Sarah dropped the market bagful and ran to find oneself Faith crying with

frustration and pity in the bathroom. `` I could n't rive my scanty down in

prison term '' she sobbed, lifting her annulus exposing sodden underwear, and runnel

of weewee that had run down her wooden leg and soiled the dressing just below her

knees, and pooled on the john floor.

`` Its O.K., its okey, here let me fix it '' Sarah said, pulling the sopping

wet scanty down, and drawing them off one leg at a time. Silently organized religion

stood, her legs spaced widely apart while Sarah used a face cloth and warm

pee to cleanse her second joint and stage and lavishing almost loving tending

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

with medicated ointment before applying clean dressings.

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

Lieutenant, but until you can pull down your own underwear, you 're not

wearing panties. '' She said smiling. `` Come on ; let 's get you back on the

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

the sitting room.

`` My, my, my, are n't you are very evening gown, for soul who has just

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

my ass for me. For about the tenth clock time Sarah, I 'm religion, remember ? '' trust

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

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

with her left hired hand, finally moving closer, when her subtle invitation

looked like it was being misread.

The look on Sarah 's case 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 know one, right ? '' She said chuckling,

and letting her fingers linger and caressing organized religion 's back, sliding down to

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

unnumerable involvement. faith leaned forward, melting into Sarah 's embrace.

Their number 1 osculation was interrupted by a knock on the door. Sarah sprang

away, both girls blushing profusely and stumbling out of the small bathroom

as Rachel and Carrie came in over the straw grocery traveling bag carrying the

flush and a sack of identity card faith had been given at the hospital. It took

four head trip before they were finished. Faith 's sitting room resembled and

smelled like a bloom shop.

Sarah boiled a kettle hole and prepared tea, she artfully placed the pot of

tea, a jug of milk and cubes of sugar, three cups on disc, and a

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

low table in the sitting room in front of faith. She retreated to the

lavatory and began mopping the floor, cleanup and tidying the bathroom,

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

becoming extremely agitated. religious belief responding angrily, their voices

growing louder.

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

fucking prostitute for God 's sake ! Are you willing to sacrifice your career

over a goddamn floozy ? '' She hissed.

Faith 's reply was hot. `` Shut up, Ray ! I do n't manage ... Yes I am ! ``

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

steered you faulty ? '' Rachel asked.

'' This is dissimilar. '' Came Faith 's unregenerate reply.

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

each other 's panties ? await what a mountain that was. If Ray had n't stuck her

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

away from dykes and nut. This one is both, and over and above that,

she 's a bawd, with a rap sheet. Do n't think with whats between your

branch, organized religion. I think you just ca n't assist yourself when it comes to a

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

heated argument.

'' You two did n't know Celia was an freak either Carrie. And who

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

` holier than thousand'on me. '' organized religion said, attacking from a unlike angle.

Sarah grew red. `` You ca n't upset trust, it 's dangerous if her blood

pressure gets senior high. I do n't want to have any trouble, its respectable if I

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

'' Sarah please do n't go. Faith pleaded, before turning on her supporter

like a viper and hissing. `` At the moment I do n't want to even piss without

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

of you again ! '' She lurched to her human foot and shuffled to the room access, grabbing

Sarah 's arm with her left hand.

'' I do n't need 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 lawyer, managed to calm both women down and

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

'' beloved, this is n't the right time, or lieu, do n't push it. It 's faith 's

pick. Leave it be. Shhhhhhh ! Listen to me. '' She said to her lover when

she tried to bluster.

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

service. ``

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

to tell organized religion what to do, especially in her own house. '' She took Rachel 's

hired man, and squeezed it. '' Tell her ! ``

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

please check, let 's not go off half cocked here. It 's been my self

appointed job to bet after Faith for so long, I guess it 's strange for me

to see someone else, doing it. ``

Carrie squeezed Rachel 's hired man tight, and kissed her.

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

Faith allowed Sarah to help her binding to the couch and pulled her down

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

Sarah was red with superfluity. `` Please Faith, do n't emphasise out, you

ca n't appropriate your blood pressure to turn out, you need to detain equanimity. '' She raised

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

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

became manifest to them that the two woman on the couch were unmindful to

everything but each other. Without saying a word they left.

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

steadied the cup at her mouth, each sup of tea was rushed. faith longed

for those articulate finger's breadth to be on her skin.

Sarah caresses Faith 's cheek, her slender digit trailing over Faith 's

nerve and sassing, down along the flaccid raw skin of her neck, and then to

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

designed to delight. organized religion was breathless, in Sarah 's arms, their back talk

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

marrow. trust lay back as Sarah took control. The sweetly submission she

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

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

other 's oral cavity with their glossa. Their hands wandered over soft skin and

warm titty, until they became breathless and spirit, on taking their

lovemaking a point 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 breasts back with the medallion of her hand.

'' No we must n't, its still to life-threatening, we must block faith. '' Sarah,

breathless, broke the tension. `` Shall I phone Dr. Fabian and ask if you

can have an sexual climax ? '' She giggled.

Faith, thwarted and wild at Sarah 's rejection, she was close to tears

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

out gimcrack, and began to imitate the urbane sawbones `` Gawd ! I can see his

face ; I told you misfire Edgar Wallace, no mischievousness until her stitches are out. ``

Sarah ; grinned like a schoolgirl, melting faith 's marrow. religious belief lifted

her mightily hand to Sarah 's face, caressing her gently, her pass on hired hand she

used to keep Sarah 's hired hand on her titty. `` You 've been so proficient to me. ``

She said softly.

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

liquid body substance kept Faith enthralled. As evening drew closer, they sat close

together on the settle munching cookies and snacks while watching TV.

organized religion was astounded that Sarah could get the quizzes of ` roulette wheel of hazard'

way before her or the appearance 's dissident. dinner party was casually eaten from

commodious TV trays with Sarah cutting faith 's solid food into morsel sized

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

drowsy, possibly from her medicine 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 recondite sleep on Faith 's, not so well-heeled for

sleeping on, couch. She looked at her watch ; she had been asleep for LE

than an time of day. Faith was calling her from the bedchamber. She almost ran to

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

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

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

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

`` Maybe I want to be ravished. '' Faith 's vocalization was soft.

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

`` Yes, but what a way to go ! '' Was organized religion 's disjointed answer.

`` You stop that ! '' Sarah ordered.

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

faith slept comfortably in Sarah 's weaponry, until morning 's blushful rays painted

trust 's white sleeping accommodation walls a cozy coral.

Their in effect sunup kiss was long and languid ; they lay in each other 's

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

intoxicating scent of female foreplay. Their kissing became acute and

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

faith lowered her look to Sarah 's provoke mamilla. Each in number was

rolled and tasted, Faith 's inquisitive tongue probing each teat, licking

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

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

understructure, until she was crouching between Sarah 's widespread stifle. She

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

aromatic scent of her foreplay there, made any logical self-denial she might of

view of, impossible. trust 's mouth touched Sarah 's already moistened

labia. Sarah was in no condition to traverse organized religion anything, she offered her

everything. Faith 's mouth touched her swollen sex, instantly fragrant

moisture seeped from her vaginal walls. religion sucked thirstily, noisily

taking Sarah 's odorous offering with mania. Her talented tongue delved

into every seam and fold, flicking and lapping while she murmured

noisily, exciting Sarah, titillating her in sweet deliberate torment by

avoiding Sarah 's poverty-stricken clitoris. Eventually when her pauperism became almost

feral, she gripped Faith by the hair and tried to steer her mouth onto her

heroic clit. Faith 's hair was almost pulled by the roots, Sarah was

frenzied, her external respiration tug and coming in gulps, her thigh heaved, she

thrust upwards uncaring, her oculus shut, her toes curled, her heart pumping

in sentence with the electrical dart of pure ecstasy that emanated from her

uterus and traveled at lightning speed through every cheek. Finally, when

Faith sensed Sarah was beyond everything but this mellifluous torture, her glossa

traced small slopped lap around Sarah 's hot rubbery minuscule nugget,

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

faster and faster, until finally Sarah could endure no to a greater extent, and

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

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

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

Sarah 's breathing returned to semi rule and the after glow of her

orgasm bloomed, she lay back, as trust gently began kissing her inner

second joint, planting wet strong little kisses along her tendons, dragging her

knife over her perspiration, almost cleansing her thighs. Soon the

latent hostility began to mount once again, this fourth dimension however Faith refused to be

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

upwards, emptily, almost begging for another orgasm. Faith willingly aided

her, this time she pressed two fingers into Sarah 's cloying affectionateness,

stroke, in and out, with a steady slow regular recurrence, her tongue above her hand,

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

thrusting hard onto Faith 's face, her manpower once more entangle in organized religion 's

matted red hair. The back coming was not as intense as the first, it

rolled in from the base of her spine and beam outwards as her tree branch

stiffened, and her core pounded. Faith kept her finger abstruse inside her

buff 's twat and whispered balmy word of honor of dearest, that she had never thought

of using before. Sarah 's gist pace began to normalize ; she had to almost

drag religious belief from between her legs by the hair. Finally Faith relented and

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

at one and other, their movements limited to indulgent caresses, they drifted

into that sublime sleep only lovers ever experience .