Up to the day she got shot Lt. trust 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 spartan regulation style and distance. Her heart were almost

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

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

untempting, either ; if she stood out in a bunch, it was more because of

sex prayer, vim and self confidence, than for everlasting physical beauty.

Off obligation she was a blue jean and tee shirt girl, her 34D breasts, slim waistline and

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

of the NYPD.

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

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

the farsighted hours on her ft, and never ending, excessive, blind hatred

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

first two years she kept mostly to herself, spending her devoid time

expanding her knowledge of police force procedure and studying for the get-go

grueling civil service exam, which should she pass, would put her in melodic line

for packaging to sergeant. While she ` pounded a cadence'she had been knifed

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

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

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

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

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

promotion. She gained a married person and together they shared a patrol car and

matter became infinitely better.

Her new partner was Rachel Meyers ; a ten twelvemonth vet who took the unseasoned

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

bottom-heavy figure who 's main kick in life was that her physical body was 34 24

38 and she could never find an ` off the rack bikini'to fit, but she was

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

made any intimate procession towards Faith, which was Thomas More than could be said

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

Rachel, organized religion had dated and slept with a few of her Male counterpart, but

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

simply no ` light'. After her promotion she spent far Sir Thomas More metre studying

for promotion, practicing with firearms and martial arts, than involving

herself romantically.

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

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

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

the departmental promontory, when trust began to seek out the caller and the

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

seeking out only manly friendships. Secretly they chalked it up to her

cooperator 's influence rather than trust 's own option, all her new

kinship being Platonic in nature, so there was no proof that Faith

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

persisted the three old age Rachel and Faith were teamed up together, the

dyke and the cupcake.

A few calendar month after organized religion had passed the competitive civic serve

examinations and was qualified for further promotion should a post fall

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

sergeant and moved to Sex Crimes, where she was partnered with a senior

Male police detective, deputy Tom Lucian, a warhorse with almost twenty long time

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

the next three geezerhood they investigated rapes, molestations, prostitution

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

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

arrested a red serial raper, she had come to the notice of the press,

the deputy chiefs and finally the Borough Commander.

Outwardly it seemed that the departmental oral sex of her precinct were

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

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

in her later appointment, she and Tom worked well together, within a year

their department 's stop track record and quotas of solved offence were by far

the best in the division, if not the metropolis. A position they maintained

thereafter. On a personal level she seemed to have no even fellow,

but continued to keep up a hard-and-fast regimen of study and work that left

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

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

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

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

ever.

Bigger thing happened within a few months of her passing the highest

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

declination, the incumbent mayor and the police force honcho announced that they were

going to reconstitute the way law-breaking were being fought in the urban center. Among

the many alteration, new class was being formed to do by sex crimes, and

newly promoted maitre d' Tom Lucian would account directly to Inspector

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

would be newly promoted lieutenant faith O'Bannon, together with a team of

carefully chosen military officer and specialiser ; they would mediate with the sex

crimes departments within every precinct in the city. The building block would let

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

city manager 's proclamation had spent three months at Quantico studying FBI

method and building relationship with agents who specialized in all flesh

of sex related crime. At the age of 30, Faith was one of the youngest

female person police lieutenants in New York 's history.

The city manager was re-elected, the Sex Crimes social unit or SCU as it became known,

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

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

Divisional Head Quarters, leaving trust to oversee the unit 's day to day

running. The SCU not only investigated day to day Brassica napus and law-breaking, where

sex had been the motivator but, tracking down evil serial publication rapists who

raped and sometimes murdered their victims. Due to the changing times and

technology they also tracked sexual predators and paedophile on the

internet. Computer operators monitored ` chat rooms'and lured electronic

perpetrator out from behind the anonymity of ` screen-names'into the exposed

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

liaised with Interpol, sharing information with police agencies around the

world, and were involved in successful taking into custody and prosecutions, globally.

In the XII years that she had been a patrol police officer, trust had also

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

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

concierges, others were have-to doe with citizens or anti-pornography groups or

self-styled internet reminder, but there were also petit larceny felon,

addicts, hookers, call-girls or alien professional dancer. Some were citizenry who were

or had been victims of the crimes she had investigated and were volition to

assistant, for whatever reason.

One of these informants called religion on her cellular headphone, late in the

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

O'Bannon ? '' a breathless voice asked.

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

`` This is MT, you know, from Randy 's rhumba Room, off Bleecker and

Jacques Charles. '' Came whispered reply.

Montana ... Mentally faith pictured Montana and her rap canvass ; she had

arrested the charwoman about a year ago for prostitution. Real gens Sarah

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

public lewdness, prostitution or drug self-will at least a dozen clip.

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

decadent with almond shaped washed-out blue middle that had seen too very much ;

long bleached blonde hair that hung down her back. Her breasts were

naturally large, at least a 36C and silicone free, beneath them, a trim

belly, knock off genitals and long well muscled, dancer 's pegleg. 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 nighttime a week, because

religious belief suspected the proprietor of the sleazy strip joint was blackmailing her.

The berth was run by a wannabe mobster who pimped out his ` terpsichorean'and

sold a trivial hell dust in the back office. Montana/Sarah had confided in

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

with dignity, after paying a fine she would birth to yield to the society, but

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

tips about clubhouse owner Randy William 's illegal activities, in fact, she had

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

but nothing yet that had been square enough to warrant an halt. She

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

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

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

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

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

either.

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

Montana 's British accent obviously came from upbringing and education, a

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

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

fair, treated me better than I deserve, this meter, this metre I 've got the

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

bribing cops. Not penny ante stuff, rattling evidence, and I 'm willing to

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

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

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

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

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

just near the club, I can conform to you there at about 2:30, if you do n't desire

to watch me to trip the light fantastic toe for you. ``

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

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

board saltation, Treasure State, so I 'll see you at Starbucks. ``

`` At 2:30 then, please, I have really undecomposed information this fourth dimension, I know

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

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

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

reversals the Unit had endured where suspects walked gratuitous because

previously water-tight cases seemed to decompose and witnesses change

their testimonial on the base. They agreed that mortal within their Unit

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

streets. They would launch an internal investigation with interior affairs

help in the cockcrow. She logging off, driving home in her official

unmarked car home before showering and slipping into a well-to-do pair of

blue jean and opaline green tee shirt that matched the unusual hue of her eyes.

Her unnoted car was selfsame to a constabulary cabin cruiser, except for the

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

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

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

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

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

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

company of citizenry who shared her sexual preference. She had skillfully

helped sail Faith 's hike from the social station, carefully guiding her past the

pitfalls and traps that naïve tribade like herself had fallen fair game 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 police sergeant,

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

attaining a lieutenant 's harbour except of line as a ` souvenir'to the

gay-lesbian community. Carrie, her lover for the past 9 old age was equally

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

they plotted and planned behind the scene with organized religion, helped her over

agonizing crushes, and steering her away from relationships that could

threaten her career, keeping her on track, professionally. They were

sincerely happy for her accomplishment, treating her like a favored younger

sister, a small babe whose sexual taste they 'd guard to the grave.

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

booster do, eating dinner while they chatted earnestly about the problem

and turn around she had recently discovered at SCU, and listening to Carrie 's

thought from the ADA 's office and Rachel 's sound advice. After that

they laughed and snickered while swapping gossip and regaling each other

about the odd situation mutual acquaintances found themselves in, or

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

they had arrested during their time 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 House of York never sleeps, even at 1:45 AM, the streets thronged with cars

and people, Faith found a parking smirch a couple of blocks from Starbucks,

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

for ` knock-offs'of Gucci, Christian Dior and other house decorator labels in dress shop that

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

merchandise they offered for sale.

Three stern of an hour can drag 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 evening outside, but inside the seedy nine, it was sweltering, religious belief

stood just inside an alcove, beside the privileged doorway, where she had a

clear thought of the stage, yet, remain partially hidden in the trace. The

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

clustered around board loaded with beer nursing bottle, and looked up at a loud

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

through enormous speaker set in every street corner, A pale blond gyrated to

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

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

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

The Light Within came on briefly, as the music died, the society 's announcer,

whipped up his audience. `` springiness Callie a big hand Ladies and gentleman's gentleman ...

Callie. '' He droned before announcing the next dancer. `` Ladies and

gentlemen direct from London England, I give you, Treasure State. ``

Garishly made up with dark mascara and eye phantasma, almost

unrecognisable, MT stepped out onto the rickety microscope stage. She was

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

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

on the level, the poncho lifted waist highschool, displaying, from behind, her

well muscled legs and naked supple ass. Soft Cell 's `` Tainted erotic love '' thumped

out of the sound system of rules, as she almost slithered up to the boldness celestial pole,

embedded kernel stage. Marc Almond 's ` campy'voice jarred Treasure State 's

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

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

leaving Montana wearing only the hat, feller and rush. Her boob

jiggled, her body campaign describing an angel, wanton with a tainted

fleshly need to love and be loved, like the words to the Sung dynasty she was

dancing to. A flashing stroboscope captured her actions, silver cache-ing her

movements and presenting a series of erotic monochrome stills ; as Treasure State

captivated the audience into a breathless silence. Marc Almond wailed

about his twist making love for Christian Andrews, the strobe faded, Montana 's

body was painted in Marxist, blues, yellows, greens, and a fog of sess

swirled at her feet she posed, in an erotic montage of sex, each

refinement touching religious belief 's soul. The ravish police cleaning woman watched in awe,

her throat dry, as the music began to build up to its finale and Montana

bent down, her ramification blanket at the ankle, showing the stupefied hearing her

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

unblock of her body, she stood naked, forlorn and vulnerable, exposed, in

figurehead 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 Montana ; yet,

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

tatter, she almost staggered from the pungent bar, and into the relative

sang-froid, but polluted air outside. Her breath came back to her finally after

a few minutes of walking and she regained her calmness. She sauntered

into the coffee shop class at the appointed clock time and ordered a deep brown and cream

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

would n't make it for at least another 10 minutes. Even at 2:30 the java

shop was a beehive of natural action, she found a booth close to the threshold, in the

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

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

Starbucks 15 transactions belated looking furtively behind her. She wore

nondescript denim, and a bod concealing blouse, her face was scrubbed

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

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

she wore a plaid flat cap, complete with a pom-pom, the flush pulled low

down her brow. After ordering her coffee she slipped into the booth

opposite Faith.

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

organized religion a digital photographic camera that, although thicker, resembled a credit card and

was attached to a key-ring.

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

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

are his partners now. You can see image in the back of the guild, where

they 're selling heavy weapon for stolen course credit cards, doing coke or fucking some of

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

of your cop, 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

pictures of a unharmed stack of dope that the Russians are dealing, and also

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

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

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

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

Because I 'm doing my Personal Care grade again I 've been told to look

after her. She just lays there and shout when she is n't high-pitched on the

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

around to keep on her quietly, it 's an illegal drug, and I 'll never graduate if

my lecturers find out. When she 's stoned they let toilet in back, to have it away

her, I 've got pics of that too. It 's not right hand ! You have to give up them

Lieutenant. ``

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

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

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

`` Yes it cost $ 15.00, I do n't hypothesize the motion-picture show are expectant tone, I do n't

have a computing device to check what they look like but I 've taken as many barb

as the television camera will set aside 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 puddle it into grounds. Then you can put

that blackmailing bastard Randy Bernard Arthur Owen Williams behind prevention where he belongs !

I 'll evidence ; I 'll consume the stand and assist put him in jail.

Son-of-a-bitch ! I hope they ream his behind, inside ! Ream him real expert.

Make him their gripe. '' She spat, tears flowing down her cheeks.

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

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

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

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

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

DA 's remark 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 know all the facts. I do n't want this bust going south ; I

want a condemnation this time. ``

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

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

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

we are gon na fall apart this wide open, get handgrip of variance ; I need stock warrant and

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

tomorrow first light is too tardy, I need it before breakfast ! Okay, I 'll hold

you to that ; I 'll foregather you at the part in an time of day, see ya. '' She flipped

the phone off.

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

you 'll accept to find a new place to dance, the rhumba Room and Randy and his

Russian pal are going out of business. '' She said to the unquiet dancer.

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

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

you, she 's on her way as we speak, as soon as your safe with her, my chief

and I are gon na get down frying Randy Williams and his Russian mobster buddy 's

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

over Sarah 's

Both cleaning lady sipped their coffees, waiting silently. trust glanced at her

watch, while Treasure State slid lower in her seat biting her lip while peering

fearfully out of the window as footer and railroad car drove by.

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

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

come let 's go. ``

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

approached. `` Faith, whats this all about ?

`` I need you to front after a wizard witness, Ray, please, and I need Carrie

to derive with me to see Tom, I 've .... '' Faith began answering her friend,

before she could finish, there was a loud 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 rifle weapon at

them, the staccato of gunfire and whining of ricochets filled the air, workshop

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

focussing. Both Faith and Rachel reacted with blind instinct, drawing

their side arm. Rachel returned attack first ; yelling to Faith. `` Go blanket,

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

organized religion pushed Sarah safely to the undercoat almost underneath the car before

moving out into the middle of the road in an attempt to draw the torpedo 's

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

ruse worked, and the gun for hire changed his aim and shot in her direction as

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

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

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

middle of the road. Her pistol fell from her limp finger as the minivan

careened off the road and into a lamppost to a lesser extent than 50 feet from where she

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

eve though an automatic car side arm has far greater charge per unit of fire

than semi-automatic side arm, its rate of fire is also its drawback, as it is

almost out of the question to retain it aimed after the start few nip on automatic pistol,

moreover with its limited range of accuracy, 25 curtilage, it makes a foolish

alternative of a arm for an amateur when facing trained police officers.

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

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

to get a better dig at Faith, standing silhouetted in the centre of the

road. bullet train from her .40 Captain John Smith & Wesson found their scrape. As the out of

control vehicle swerved into the lamppost and steam hissing from the

shattered radiator, Randy Hiram King Williams slid cheek first onto the street, a fully

automatic CZ .32 Scorpio the Scorpion automobile handgun sliding from his lifeless grasp.

There was a moment of bedaze quiet, followed by a cacophony of car

alarms, and shrieking, mostly from people in screen affright. Rachel ran to

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

organized religion oozed blood, it soaked into the skimpy opaline putting green t-shirt, and

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

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

tending trust 's wounds. '' Oh my God, she 's been hit in the arterial blood vessel below her

knee ; I have to go for aim pressure level. '' She held her script over the spurting

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

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

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

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

tended to material fasting ! '' She shouted to Rachel, before screaming at faith,

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

live for me. ``

Rachel was already on her telephone. '' hustler, Shots fired ... policeman

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

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

immediate assistance.

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

in slow movement, her curiously colored heart tried to concentrate, and inch by inch

she lifted her unwounded arm, she gave the blood spattered tv 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 dialect pleading with

her. `` You 've got to bide awake, please. Stay awake. '' It was so peaceable

and silent, she could see herself breathing, and she could smell her throb

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

The ceiling tiles were whitened, the bed severe. She hurt. A plastic bag

replete of clear liquid was suspended above her nous and was plugged painfully

into her arm. trust groaned, both of her legs throbbed, she could n't move.

Her eyelid were gravid every part of her body was sore. `` Thirsty. '' She

mumbled. Almost instantly a plastic thermionic vacuum tube was pushed into her backtalk, cool

water flowed from it, she sucked thirstily. She turned her header, her cervix

muscularity were soaked. MT smiled brightly holding a charge card bottle in

one paw. Her clothes were rumpled, she was pale and had dark ringing under

her eyes.

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

hall. ``

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

me ! '' She slurred.

`` You 're in Hospital. You were shot, do you call up, Friday dark,

Randy and the minivan ? You saved my life, do you remember that ? '' She

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

Doctor. '' Sarah ordered.

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

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

nicked the bone above your articulatio cubiti, 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 make a motion your left arm ; the doctor can explain a lot

bettor than me. And Ray and your honcho wanted to experience the moment you woke

up, I 'll be back in a trice, just be quiet, its okey. '' Sarah said while

walking to the door.

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

floral organization, ranging from bare bunches in ceramic vases to

expensive exotic displays, the room smelled like a efflorescence store. She was

wearing a horrible white bed jacket, open at the spine. She moved her left

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

thirstily she sucked, trying to quench her thirst.

A magniloquent handsome man wearing a Caucasian coat, with a stethoscope elegantly

draped around his shoulder 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 pocket-size flashlight, and shone it into her

centre. He nodded approvingly. `` Yes ! Better than we hoped, you gave us all

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

ruptured femoral artery, you would have got died, it was a goddamn good thing

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

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

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

running out, altogether we used 20 unit of measurement to save your life. ``

`` We need to keep you still for a while, I do n't desire all my punishing piece of work to

be for nothing, I 'm going to still the shoulder strap on your legs, but try not to

move, we do n't want to snap the surgical seam, it 's going to drive a patch, you

were in theater for over six time of day, we used a small section from your

undamaged leg to piece your damaged arterial blood vessel, in the other leg, that 's why

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

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

livid red, stitched wounds before easing the belts that immobilized her

legs. `` Yes, healing nicely ! You 've been in intensifier charge 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 enter you in next year 's Boston battle of Marathon, we expect a total recovery. ``

He grinned. `` I 'll provide you girl to gossip, but do n't tire her out, Ms

Wallace, no shenanigans either, keep on that for when you 're home plate. '' He

chuckled as he left.

`` Fiancée ? couple, dwelling house ? What the hell is he talking about ? '' trust

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 family line only. In the ambulance and

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

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

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

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

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

mighty prison term. I do n't know if there 'll ever be a right time. '' She swallowed,

licking at the rent flowing down her impudence '' I know you 'll never want me,

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

I 'll do anything for you. '' Sarah whispered ; her faded down heart awash with

tears.

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

had a mental characterization of Sarah 's terpsichore, the atomic number 47 still life 's the stroboscope

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

drunk, insensitive men. `` You 've made a new start, a new life, what you

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

'' I never want you to say the parole, whore, again, empathize ? If you 're my

fiancée you just hollo me Faith, I think the staff here might surmise

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

to think we 're in some variety of frizzly ascendency relationship. '' Faith

caressed Sarah 's arm.

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

door at the same 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.

`` tinker's dam it Ray, her epithet is Sarah. '' Faith croaked

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

way you speak to your Quaker, 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, religion, and I see you got the

flowers. Dana and the kids send their love. The ER doc gave you trivial

chance when they brought you in ; you had almost no roue left. You are

alive because Montana kept force per unit area on the wound until the paramedical got

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

head, `` Montana would n't let him open up, and she made sure he got you all

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

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

unit of measurement, we 've got it covered, I have seconded sergeant Meyers, here, to fill

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

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

way. '' He continued. `` The icon Montana took were excellent, and the

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

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

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

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

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

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

the latterly mister Randy Williams. The mayor has cited you for courage, so

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

wardrobe has billing it as the biggest bust since, Organized law-breaking Unit

arrested Tony soprano. Oh, yeah, Dana and the kids will probably omit by

this eve. ``

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

city manager as well as the tribal chief of Police made their appearances, promising the

police combat Cross and citations. the great unwashed organized religion hardly remembered stopped

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

snoring softly, while Sarah watched over her.

When she awoke she felt much better, the plastic drip above her pass had

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

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

dark gown as well as the common toilet articles, and do up. She did not have intercourse

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

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

disobedient coppery hair.

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

hair.

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

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

stayed here. '' Sarah said.

`` Friday you offered me a table dance, remember ? '' trust 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 shuffling up on. ``

Sarah leaned over and skillfully spread a little introduction, especially

under her spite looking eyes and brushed on some powder and blush, before

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

darker K eyeliner and finishing off with a subtle tad of coral lip

gloss.

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

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

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

was a jump transformation.

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

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

her.

`` Jeez, I 'm going to phone you every clock time I have a particular escort, Sarah,

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

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

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

Dr Fabian chose that second gear 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 fertilisation

from her stitched wounds.

`` Ah no suggestion of any infection, you are looking lots better, it must be

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

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

stethoscope back around his shoulders, `` I can send you home in Ms Wallace 's

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

made remarkable procession, police lieutenant, I should use you as an ad. '' He

said laughing at his own joke.

Faith realized she needed help the offset time she used the bath.

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

Gingerly she settled herself on the toilet posterior, letting solemnity do most of

the employment for her. Without thought process, Sarah folded a fistful of bathroom

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

invertebrate foot. She threw the soiled wad into the bowl before kneeling and using

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

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

and helped religious belief shuffle back to the bed. She sat down, exhausted.

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

began telling organized religion about her childhood, growing up just outside of Jack London,

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

York.

The Doctor was as good as his word. Faith sat in a wheelchair and Sarah

a small case on her lap. Sarah helped an hospital attendant pushed her to the

entrance. A cab took them to her flat. Sarah helped her into bed.

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

The accompany morning time faith woke up to the flavour of frying Sir Francis Bacon.

'' Sarah poked her head in the door, `` You had naught to eat last night, and

all I could find is bacon in your electric refrigerator, I slipped out and got some eggs

and material at the public lavatory memory on the recession, how do you like your

ball ?

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

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

settled on a corner of the bed placing the tray on religious belief 's lap. The collection plate

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

juice, 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 organized religion 's

left mitt. `` Or I can fertilize you, which 'll be quicker and a lot to a lesser extent messy. ``

She grinned.

trust successfully guided the ramification laden with bacon to her sassing ; she

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

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

the nut and prey her. When she was finished eating, Marnie held the trash

of juice to her rim and allowed her to sip and swallow at her own pace.

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

I phoned the infirmary and spoke to Dr Fabian, he says its okay to have a

shower bath, so when your ready, severalise me and I 'll get you set, I 've got cleanse

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

like crazy, soon, and you better not scratch 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

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

dabbed her pubic expanse, after organized religion had relieved herself. She gently

removed religion 's night gown, and peeled off the soiled dressings and turned

on the faucets.

When Faith felt the water was right she stepped under the H2O.

Sarah 's hands were soft ; she rubbed soap where she could, her fingerbreadth

slid over Faith 's wet cutis, around and under her breasts, briefly touching

her pap ; and then her tummy, then her rear and ass and with numberless

care, finally between her legs. She used her fingerbreadth tips to rub fragrant

shampoo that faith had never seen before, into her hair's-breadth. Afterwards she

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

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

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

helping trust hobble back to the bedroom.

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

hair ; she plugged the hair dryer 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. trust put down the meth of pee

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

`` What would you like to hold out, a night dress again or normal clothes ?

Do n't say dungaree, It 'll have to be a blouse and skirt I 'm not going to pull

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

Together they chose an oversize linen blouse and tartan ` A-line'skirt,

from organized religion 's closet. The cast on her arm made wearing a bra debatable,

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

a little worry pulling a twain of pink cotton wool bikini panties on observe

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

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

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

Sarah moved trust 's sofa, making it easier for her to sit and look out the

TV. . `` I need to get you some groceries, there 's almost naught in the

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

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

large chalk of Orange River juice, while Sarah worked on a grocery listing, until

either boredom or the Master of Education kicked in and religion began to snore softly.

Sarah slipped lightly out of the apartment with her list.

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

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

the door. Faith was not asleep on the sofa. She called out. trust

responded with a muffle cry from the bathroom.

Sarah dropped the grocery bags and ran to recover organized religion crying with

defeat and disgrace in the bathroom. `` I could n't pull in my panty down in

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

of urine that had run down her pegleg and soiled the dressings just below her

knees, and pooled on the bathroom floor.

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

wet pantie down, and drawing them off one leg at a time. Silently Faith

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

body of water to cleanse her thigh and legs and lavishing almost loving tending

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

with medicine emollient before applying uninfected dressings.

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

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

wearing scanty. '' 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 dinner dress, for someone who has just

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

my ass for me. For about the one-tenth sentence Sarah, I 'm faith, remember ? '' Faith

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

and feeling each other 's lovingness. She brushed her whisker away from her face

with her forget hand, finally moving closer, when her pernicious invitation

looked like it was being misread.

The feeling on Sarah 's boldness 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 sapphic, I knew it ! You are just like me, we disguise it

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

and letting her fingers 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 kiss was interrupted by a knock on the door. Sarah sprang

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

as Rachel and Carrie came in over the strewn grocery bags carrying the

blossom and a chemise of cards Faith had been given at the hospital. It took

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

smelled like a bloom shop.

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

tea, a jug of Milk River and third power of sugar, three cupful on discus, and a

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

low board in the sitting room in battlefront of Faith. She retreated to the

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

while the three come together Friend 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 sake ! Are you volition to sacrifice your calling

over a goddamn floozie ? '' She hissed.

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

'' Carrie and I have guided you for 10 year for God 's saki, have we ever

steered you wrong ? '' Rachel asked.

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

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

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

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

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

she 's a prostitute, with a rap sheet. Do n't believe with whats between your

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

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

heated argument.

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

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

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

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

atmospheric pressure gets high. I do n't need to cause any worry, its well if I

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

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

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

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

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

Sarah 's arm with her left hand.

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

'' Please detain, 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

relieve the billet. She spoke softly to a flushed and wild Rachel.

'' Honey, this is n't the redress time, or place, do n't push it. It 's Faith 's

choice. leave it be. Shhhhhhh ! Listen to me. '' She said to her fan when

she tried to bluster.

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

service. ``

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

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

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

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

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

appointed job to look after Faith for so long, I guess it 's unusual for me

to see mortal else, doing it. ``

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

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

Faith allowed Sarah to help oneself her back to the couch and pulled her belt down

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

Sarah was red with overplus. `` Please Faith, do n't accent out, you

ca n't set aside your blood pressure sensation to rise up, you need to stay calm. '' She raised

Faith 's cup to her brim and let organized religion sip her tea. `` There drink your tea. ``

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

became patent to them that the two charwoman on the couch were oblivious to

everything but each former. Without saying a news they left.

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

steadied the cup at her lips, each swallow of tea was rushed. faith longed

for those articulate finger to be on her skin.

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

case and mouth, down along the mild sensitive skin of her neck, and then to

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

designed to please. Faith was breathless, in Sarah 's weapon, their oral cavity

touched and opened simultaneously, their knife drawing in each early 's

essence. Faith lay back as Sarah took control. The dulcet submission she

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

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

former 's mouths with their tongues. Their hands wandered over soft skin and

warmly tit, until they became breathless and purpose, on taking their

lovemaking a leg further.

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

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

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

'' No we must n't, its still to dangerous, we must stop organized religion. '' Sarah,

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

can feature an orgasm ? '' She giggled.

religion, thwarted and wild at Sarah 's rejection, she was close to snag

until the lilt of Sarah 's giggles broke the ill-chosen here and now and she laughed

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

expression ; I told you Miss Richard Horatio Edgar Wallace, no shenanigan until her stitches are out. ``

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

her mighty hired hand to Sarah 's face, caressing her gently, her exit hand she

used to sustain Sarah 's hired hand on her breasts. `` You 've been so estimable to me. ``

She said softly.

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

wittiness kept religion enthralled. As evening drew closer, they sat close

together on the settle munching cookies 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 contestants. Dinner was casually eaten from

convenient TV trays with Sarah cutting trust 's intellectual nourishment into collation sized

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

drowsy, possibly from her medicine or overexcitement from everything that

had happened during the good 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 bass sleep on Faith 's, not so comfortable for

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

than an hour. Faith was calling her from the bedroom. She almost ran to

the chamber, 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 little voice.

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

`` Maybe I want to be ravished. '' trust 's articulation was soft.

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

`` Yes, but what a way to go ! '' Was Faith 's disordered 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 cockcrow 's blushful shaft of light painted

Faith 's White sleeping accommodation walls a cozy coral.

Their good sunrise kiss was retentive and languid ; they lay in each early 's

limb until the sun was way over the skyline. The room was filled with the

heady aroma of female arousal. Their hugging became intense and

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

religious belief lowered her face to Sarah 's shake up nipples. Each in act was

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

and teasing them into hot buds of mania. Inelegantly, the form fashioning

her awkward, Faith slipped down, pressing Sarah 's knees wide apart with her

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

lowered her head to the junction of Sarah 's second joint, where the passion and

aromatic scent of her rousing there, made any coherent denials she might of

thought of, impossible. Faith 's mouth touched Sarah 's already moistened

labia. Sarah was in no condition to refuse religious belief anything, she offered her

everything. faith 's mouth touched her tumesce sex, instantly fragrant

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

taking Sarah 's aromatise oblation with warmth. Her talented clapper delved

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

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

avoiding Sarah 's needy button. Eventually when her need became almost

feral, she gripped religious belief by the hair's-breadth and tried to steer her mouth onto her

desperate clit. religious belief 's hair was almost pulled by the roots, Sarah was

frantic, her ventilation labored and coming in draught, her thigh heaved, she

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

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

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

organized religion sensed Sarah was beyond everything but this sweet agony, her spit

traced minor tight circles around Sarah 's hot rubbery lilliputian nugget,

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

faster and faster, until finally Sarah could put up no more than, and

capitulated to her orgasm. Giving in with a passionate squeal, aboriginal yet

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

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

Sarah 's external respiration returned to semi normal and the after glow of her

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

thighs, planting wet warm lilliputian osculation along her sinew, dragging her

tongue over her hidrosis, almost cleansing her second joint. Soon the

stress began to mount once again, this time however faith refused to be

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

upwards, emptily, almost begging for another orgasm. religious belief willingly aided

her, this meter she pressed two finger's breadth into Sarah 's cloying warmheartedness,

stroking, in and out, with a steady slow rhythm, her glossa above her hand,

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

thrusting hard onto faith 's grimace, her hands once more entangled in trust 's

matted red hair. The second sexual climax was not as acute as the commencement, it

rolled in from the base of her rachis and radiate outwards as her arm

stiffened, and her heart pounded. organized religion kept her fingers recondite inside her

lover 's pussy and whispered gentle words of love, that she had never thought

of using before. Sarah 's heart pace began to renormalise ; she had to almost

drag trust 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 diffused caresses, they drifted

into that sublime slumber only lovers ever experience .