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

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

fuzz was cut to a dangerous regulation style and length. Her eyes were almost

the vividness of time of origin Coke bottles, a disconcerting light opaline putting surface.

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

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

sex appeal, verve and self confidence, than for pure physical lulu.

Off duty she was a jeans and t-shirt girl, her 34D breasts, slim waistline and

long sylphlike legs all adding to her allure. She was a 12 year veteran soldier

of the NYPD.

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

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

the farsighted minute on her feet, and never ending, unreasonable, blind hatred

the citizens of New House of York presentation towards their police department. In the

first two eld she kept mostly to herself, spending her resign prison term

expanding her knowledge of police operation and studying for the first

grueling civil religious service test, which should she pass, would put her in lineage

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

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

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

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

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

serious persuasion of quitting the military unit, until she received her first

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

things became infinitely better.

Her new partner was Rachel Meyers ; a ten year veteran who took the Edward Young

woman under her fender. Rachel was an ` outed'gay woman, with a slightly

bottom-heavy figure who 's principal bitch in life was that her public figure was 34 24

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

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

made any sexual betterment towards religion, which was More than could be said

for more than one-half her male confrere. Until she was partnered with

Rachel, organized religion had dated and slept with a few of her male counterparts, but

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

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

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

herself romantically.

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

her young partner 's intimate and mentor, in NYPD patois, her rabbi.

In subtle ways Faith began to emulate Rachel, so it came as no surprise to

the departmental foreland, when Faith began to essay out the party and the

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

seeking out only male friendships. 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 trial impression that religious belief

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

persisted the three years Rachel and Faith were teamed up together, the

dike and the cupcake.

A few months after Faith had passed the competitive civic avail

examinations and was qualified for farther promotion should a post fall

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

sergeant and moved to Sex offense, where she was partnered with a elder

male tec, police lieutenant Tom Lucian, a veteran with almost XX years

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

the next three years they investigated rape, molestations, prostitution

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

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

arrested a wild successive rapist, she had come to the placard of the pressure,

the deputy chiefs and finally the Borough Commander.

Outwardly it seemed that the departmental question 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 latest appointment, she and Tom worked well together, within a class

their department 's arrest record and quotas of work out offense were by far

the practiced in the segmentation, if not the city. A location they maintained

thereafter. On a personal floor she seemed to have no even boyfriend,

but continued to maintain a strict regime of study and work that left

little time for a mixer life. She got on really well with Tom 's wife and

was treated like a preferred auntie by his kids. It appeared she had little

contact with her ex-partner. naval division began ` grooming'Faith for fully grown

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

ever.

Bigger things happened within a few calendar month of her passing the gamey

civil service technique examination. With a looming mayoral election due in the

crepuscle, the incumbent Mayor and the Police Chief announced that they were

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

the many change, new class was being formed to manage sex crimes, and

newly promoted Captain Tom Lucian would cover directly to Inspector

McKenzie, who in turn reported directly to the Deputy top dog. His surrogate

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

carefully chosen officers and medical specialist ; they would liaise with the sex

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

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

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

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

method acting and building family relationship with agents who specialized in all forms

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

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

The Mayor was re-elected, the Sex offense unit of measurement or SCU as it became known,

was about the alone promise the political leader kept, and was a success from

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

Divisional head fourth part, leaving organized religion to oversee the building block 's day to day

running. The SCU not only look into day to day rapes and crimes, where

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

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

technology they also tracked sexual piranha and pedophile on the

internet. Computer manipulator monitored ` chat suite'and lured electronic

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

with ` sting performance'and back-tracing their IP destination. They also

liaised with Interpol, sharing data with law agency around the

world, and were involved in successful stay and prosecutions, globally.

In the XII yr that she had been a police officer, religion had also

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

informants came from many divers places ; some were merely scandalise hotel

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

soi-disant internet monitors, but there were also petty crook,

addicts, Joseph Hooker, call-girls or exotic dancers. Some were people who were

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

assist, for whatever reason.

One of these source called Faith on her cellular phone, late in the

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

O'Bannon ? '' a breathless spokesperson asked.

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

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

Charles. '' Came whispered reply.

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

arrested the woman about a year ago for prostitution. genuine Name Sarah

Wallace, a.k.a. Montana : Emigrated from capital of the United Kingdom England 2002.Arrested for

public lewdness, prostitution or drug possession at to the lowest degree a dozen prison term.

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

decadent with Amygdalus communis shaped washed-out blue eyes that had seen too much ;

long bleached blonde fuzz that hung down her vertebral column. Her knocker were

naturally vauntingly, at to the lowest degree a 36C and silicone discharge, beneath them, a trim

belly, shaven genitals and long well muscled, dancer 's peg. If you washed

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

her money on cocaine until organized religion arrested her. On being released she

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

Faith suspected the possessor of the sleazy strip joint was blackmailing her.

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

sold a niggling smack in the back office. Montana/Sarah had confided in

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

with self-worth, after paying a ok she would have to return to the golf club, but

would be volition to act as an blabber for her. She had given faith many

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

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

but zippo yet that had been real enough to justify an arrest. She

had also genuinely tried to make 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 weekly drug tryout all

came back damaging. She resumed a health care 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 genteelness and education, a

far cry from the seedy strip baseball club, 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 time, this time I 've got the

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

bribing cops. Not cent ante stuff, real evidence, and I 'm willing to

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

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

`` I 'm dancing the late shift ; you can always sway by the cabaret 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 match you there at about 2:30, if you do n't want

to keep an eye on me to trip the light fantastic toe for you. ``

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

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

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

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

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

organized religion continued along her way, finishing off her date with a city

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

reversals the Unit had endured where defendant walked free because

previously water-tight cases seemed to decay and attestor change

their testimonial on the tie-up. They agreed that soul within their Unit

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

streets. They would launch an intimate investigation with national amour

help in the morning time. She logging off, driving base in her official

unmarked car home before showering and slipping into a comfortable couplet of

dungaree and opaline green tee shirt that matched the strange hue of her eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

billet where the young police ship's officer could truly loose and be in the

party of people who shared her sexual penchant. She had skillfully

helped sail faith 's upgrade from the social rank, carefully guiding her past the

pitfalls and snare that naïve lesbians like herself had fallen prey to when

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

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

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

attaining a police lieutenant 's shield except of form as a ` token'to the

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

plateau-ed in her job as a elderly assistant territorial dominion attorney. Together

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

agonizing calf love, and steering her away from family relationship that could

jeopardize her life history, keeping her on track, professionally. They were

sincerely happy for her achievements, treating her like a favorite younger

sis, a little sister whose sexual preferences they 'd guard to the grave.

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

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

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

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

they laughed and snickered while swapping gossip and regaling each other

about the odd situations common acquaintances found themselves in, or

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

they had arrested during their clock time together as patrol ship's officer. 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 car

and mass, trust found a parking place a couplet 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 interior decorator label in boutiques that

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

merchandise they offered for sale.

three quarters of an hour can haul by, when you are not really

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

entering the strip nightclub. The dissonance interior was deafening. It may have been

a warmly even external, but inside the seedy club, it was sweltering, Faith

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

clear view of the stage, yet, remain partially hidden in the phantasm. The

baseball club was only about half entire, most of the supporter were men, and they

clustered around table loaded with beer bottles, and looked up at a garish

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

through tremendous speaker system set in every corner, A picket blonde gyrated to

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

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

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

The illumination came on briefly, as the music died, the golf club 's announcer,

whipped up his audience. `` Give Callie a big deal Ladies and Gentlemen ...

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

valet direct from British capital England, I give you, Montana. ``

Garishly made up with dark mascara and eye vestige, almost

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

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

leather chaps, her groundwork thrust into high heeled horse opera iron heel. She twirled

on the degree, the poncho lifted waistline high, displaying, from behind, her

well muscled legs and naked supple ass. Soft cubicle 's `` Tainted Love '' thumped

out of the sound scheme, as she almost slithered up to the brass pole,

embedded center stagecoach. Marc Almond 's ` campy'voice jarred Montana 's

actions ; she mimed and swayed with the medicine, obviously professionally

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

leaving Montana wearing only the hat, bloke and boots. Her boob

jiggled, her organic structure campaign describing an angel, wanton with a tainted

animal need to have it off and be loved, like the words to the song she was

dancing to. A flashing strobe captured her action, silver cache-ing her

movements and presenting a series of titillating monochrome stillness ; as Montana

captivated the audience into a breathless silence. Marc Almond wailed

about his twisted love life for Christian Andrews, the strobe faded, Treasure State 's

soundbox was painted in reds, blues, yellows, greens, and a haze of heater

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

nuance touching Faith 's soul. The delight police woman watched in awe,

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

bent down, her legs wide at the ankles, showing the stunned interview her

beautiful stern, and exquisite genitals. The blighter were cunningly pulled

free of her consistency, she stood naked, forlorn and vulnerable, exposed, in

strawman of the leering men, clad in a Stedson and boots ; the holy man had fallen

from Heaven. The music faded to hush up ...

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

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

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

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

a few minutes of walk and she regained her equanimity. She sauntered

into the coffee shop at the charge sentence and ordered a chocolate and emollient

from a occupy shop clerk and looked around for Montana, but knowing the peeler

would n't arrive for at least another 10 minutes. Even at 2:30 the coffee

shop class was a hive of activity, she found a booth close to the threshold, in the

front of the shop where she could look out the window. She sat sipping

her umber and keeping an eye out for her witnesser. Montana hurried into

Starbucks 15 minutes late looking furtively behind her. She wore

nondescript jeans, and a form concealing blouse, her face was scrubbed

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

flaxen hair's-breadth was woven into a deep Gallic braiding that hung down her back,

she wore a tartan flat cap, utter with a pom-pom, the eyeshade pulled low

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

face-to-face Faith.

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

Faith a digital tv camera that, although thicker, resembled a mention card and

was attached to a key-ring.

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

`` It starts with some exposure of Randy and these new Russian bozo that

are his partners now. You can see delineation in the vertebral column of the club, where

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

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

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

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

I think you 'd be concern in. '' She said with brutal money plant, `` There are

pic of a whole hatful of dope that the Russians are dealing, and also

some motion-picture show of illegal Russian lady friend Randy and the Russians smuggled into

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

them ca n't even speak English language, 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 course of action again I 've been told to face

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

hydromorphone hydrochloride suppositories that the mother fucker sticks up her pussy when I 'm not

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

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

her, I 've got moving picture of that too. It 's not right ! You have to stop them

Lieutenant. ``

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

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

women, all in this lilliputian camera ? '' religion asked incredulously.

`` Yes it cost $ 15.00, I do n't suppose the pics are slap-up lineament, I do n't

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

as the television camera will allow for before it needs to be unloaded onto a estimator. ``

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 William Carlos Williams behind bars where he belongs !

I 'll attest ; I 'll take the stand and help put him in slammer.

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

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

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

within irregular. '' Ray ? Its religious belief, I need your help and Carrie 's, now, right

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

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

perfective, we 're waiting for you, be sure to get Carrie, we 'll need the

DA 's stimulant 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 conviction this sentence. ``

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

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

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

we are gon na burst this wide open, get hold of division ; I need warrants and

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

tomorrow dayspring is too latterly, I need it before breakfast ! OK, I 'll hold

you to that ; I 'll adjoin you at the power in an 60 minutes, see ya. '' She flipped

the phone off.

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

you 'll have to find a new position to dance, the Rumba Room and Randy and his

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

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

anything happen 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 boss

and I are gon na begin frying Randy Sir Bernard Williams and his Russian mobster crony 's

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

over Sarah 's

Both adult female sipped their coffees, waiting silently. trust glanced at her

scout, while Montana slid lower in her prat biting her lip while peering

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

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

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

come let 's go. ``

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

approached. `` organized religion, whats this all about ?

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

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

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

squealing of tyre, a minivan rocketed towards the treble parked BMW. A

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

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

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

centering. Both faith and Rachel reacted with subterfuge instinct, drawing

their pistols. Rachel returned fire first ; yelling to Faith. `` Go wide,

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

religion pushed Sarah safely to the priming coat almost underneath the car before

moving out into the middle of the route in an attempt to absorb the gun for hire 's

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

ruse worked, and the hit man changed his aim and shot in her direction as

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

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

instantly numb, and she was fling backwards at least 3 foot, landing in the

middle of the route. Her pistol fell from her limp fingers as the minivan

careened off the route and into a lamppost less than 50 feet from where she

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

even though an automatic political machine pistol has far greater rate of fervency

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

almost unacceptable to keep it aimed after the first base few shots on automatic,

moreover with its limited chain of mountains of accuracy, 25 yards, it makes a foolish

selection of a weapon for an amateur when cladding trained police policeman.

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

trunk lid for backing ; she fired as the man leaned out of the sliding doorway

to get a effective stab at Faith, standing silhouetted in the middle of the

route. bullet 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 Williams slid typeface first onto the street, a fully

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

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

alarms, and screaming, mostly from people in blind panic. Rachel ran to

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

trust oozed blood, it soaked into the skimpy opaline Green River jersey, and

through the dungaree of her jeans, pooling on the tar route. Her centre were

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

tending religious belief 's wounds. '' Oh my God, she 's been hit in the arteria below her

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

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

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

lupus erythematosus than 5 mo. I 'm not qualified to do to a greater extent, she said while wrapping

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

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

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

live for me. ``

Rachel was already on her phone. '' operator, Shots fired ... officer

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

serjeant Rachel Meyers, badge issue 47628. I am off duty, and command

immediate assistance.

Faith opened her center, she struggled to sit up but was too unaccented, almost

in wearisome motion, her curiously colored eyes tried to focus, and inch by inch

she lifted her unwounded arm, she gave the line of descent spattered camera to

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

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

the length sirens began to wail.

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

her. `` You 've got to stay awake, please. stoppage awake. '' It was so peaceable

and silent, she could get wind herself breathing, and she could sense her pulsing

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

The ceiling tile were blank, the bed operose. She hurt. A plastic bag

full of clear liquid state was suspended above her head and was plugged painfully

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

Her eyelids were clayey every section of her body was sore. `` Thirsty. '' She

mumbled. Almost instantly a plastic tube was pushed into her mouth, cool

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

muscularity were plastered. Montana smiled brightly holding a plastic bottle in

one hired man. Her wearing apparel 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

hall. ``

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

me ! '' She slurred.

`` You 're in hospital. You were shot, do you remember, Fri Night,

Randy and the minivan ? You saved my spirit, do you think back that ? '' She

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

doctor. '' Sarah ordered.

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

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

nicked the os 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

heart there. You can affect your leftover arm ; the Dr. can explain a lot

serious than me. And Ray and your boss wanted to roll in the hay the moment you woke

up, I 'll be back in a split second, just be simmer down, its OK. '' Sarah said while

walking to the door.

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

floral musical arrangement, ranging from simple crew in ceramic vases to

expensive exotic show, the room smelled like a flower store. She was

wearing a ugly albumen bed jacket crown, open at the back. She moved her left

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

thirstily she sucked, trying to slake her thirst.

A tall handsome man wearing a Andrew D. White coat, with a stethoscope elegantly

draped around his shoulders 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 versatile pipe organ. He took a minuscule torch, and shone it into her

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

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

ruptured femoral artery, you would have died, it was a damned good matter

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

thank her, you have her blood in you, its uncommon for um, yoke to share

AB- rake, again, golden for you she gladly donated hers when we were

running out, altogether we used 20 building block to carry through your life. ``

`` We need to retain you still for a while, I do n't want all my hard work to

be for zippo, I 'm going to facilitate the straps on your legs, but try not to

relocation, we do n't want to rupture the fibrous joint, it 's going to subscribe a while, you

were in theater for over six hours, we used a small-scale part from your

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

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

the bed-gown up around her shank removed the bandaging and inspecting the

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

legs. `` Yes, healing nicely ! You 've been in intensive concern 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 booster here,

can accede you in side by side year 's Boston Marathon, we expect a full recovery. ``

He grinned. `` I 'll leave you girls to chat, but do n't jade her out, Ms

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

chuckled as he left.

`` Fiancée ? duad, menage ? What the the pits is he talking about ? '' religious belief

asked after the door had closed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

good time. I do n't jazz if there 'll ever be a decently meter. '' She swallowed,

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

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

I 'll do anything for you. '' Sarah whispered ; her faded puritanical centre awash with

tears.

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

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

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

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

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

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

fiancée you meliorate call me faith, I think the staff here might surmise

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

to suppose we 're in some kind of kinky dominance relationship. '' religion

caressed Sarah 's arm.

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

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

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

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

`` Damn it Ray, her name is Sarah. '' Faith croaked

`` fountainhead excuse me, Miss Priss ! I see getting dig has n't improved they

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

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

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

flush. Dana and the kids send their love. The ER doctors gave you little

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

animated because Montana kept pressure on the wound until the paramedical got

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

head, `` Treasure State would n't let him have up, and she made sure he got you all

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

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

Unit, 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 shot, by the

way. '' He continued. `` The pictures Treasure State took were splendid, and the

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

a full phase of the moon IA investigation. The relaxation of the Russian mobsters were all rounded

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

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

pure cocaine. The DA will not lay charge against any of the terpsichorean as it

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

the late mister Randy Williams. The city manager has cited you for bravery, so

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

public press has billing it as the bighearted bust since, Organized Crime Unit

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

this evening. ``

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

Mayor as well as the Chief of Police made their appearances, promising the

Police fight Cross and cite. People Faith hardly remembered stopped

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

snoring softly, while Sarah watched over her.

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

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

looking forward to going base. During the Nox Rachel had brought her a

night gown as well as the usual toiletries, and make up. She did not make love

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 observe Sarah brushing her

uncontrollable coppery hair.

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

hair.

`` Much just, have you been here the whole meter ? '' she asked.

`` I 've got zero else to do right now, no oeuvre, no dance, so yeah, I

stayed here. '' Sarah said.

`` Friday you offered me a table dance, remember ? '' Faith 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 go around a piffling fundament, especially

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

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

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

gloss.

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

trust hardly recognized the grimace staring back at her, Sarah had cleverly

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

was a startling transformation.

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

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

her.

`` Jeez, I 'm going to phone you every fourth dimension I have a especial engagement, Sarah,

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

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

ask. '' Sarah said softly, rip 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 often punter, it must be

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

walkway around by the metre I do rounds, this good afternoon '' he said, slinging his

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

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

made remarkable onward motion, Lieutenant, I should use you as an advertizement. '' He

said laughing at his own joke.

Faith realized she needed assistant the first-class honours degree time she used the lavatory.

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

Gingerly she settled herself on the toilet seat, letting graveness do most of

the employment for her. Without thinking, Sarah folded a handful of bathroom

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

feet. 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 human knee. `` All done. '' Sarah rose fluidly from her kneel

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

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

began telling Faith about her childhood, growing up just outside of capital of the United Kingdom,

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

York.

The Doctor was as dear as his news. Faith sat in a wheelchair and Sarah

a small-scale pillow slip on her lap. Sarah helped an orderly pushed her to the

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

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

The watch morning religion woke up to the smell of frying bacon.

'' Sarah poked her top dog in the door, `` You had nothing to eat net night, and

all I could get is bacon in your fridge, I slipped out and got some bollock

and stuff and nonsense at the contrivance store on the corner, how do you like your

egg ?

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

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

settled on a niche of the bed placing the tray on organized religion 's lap. The photographic plate

was heaped with bacon, fried testicle and toast, and a large glass of orangeness

juice, that she knew she never had in her fridge. The 1st Baron Verulam had been cut

into bite sized chunks.

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

left script. `` Or I can feed you, which 'll be quicker and a lot less mussy. ``

She grinned.

Faith successfully guided the forking laden with bacon to her back talk ; she

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

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

the eggs and feed her. When she was finished eating, Marnie held the Methedrine

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

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

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

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

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

like crazy, soon, and you just not scratch them out. '' She laughed. `` He

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

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

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

dabbed her pubic field, after faith had relieved herself. She gently

removed Faith 's night gown, and peeled off the soiled medical dressing and turned

on the faucets.

When faith felt the water was right wing she stepped under the body of water.

Sarah 's bridge player were gruntle ; she rubbed max where she could, her finger

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

her teat ; and then her tummy, then her back and ass and with infinite

care, finally between her legs. She used her digit 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 furbish dry softly, with a large fluffy towel. Sarah was

silent. She applied new medical dressing and gave her, her medication before

helping organized religion hobble back to the bedroom.

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

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

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

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

flourish.

`` There you are, like it ? '' She asked. religious belief put down the glass of water

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

`` What would you like to wear off, a night clothes again or normal clothes ?

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

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

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

from trust 's closet. The roll on her arm made wearing a bra elusive,

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

a footling fuss pulling a duet of pinkish cotton fiber two-piece pantie on followed

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

she spent Thomas More prison term around the heart, the effect was dramatic and altogether

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

Sarah moved religion 's couch, making it easier for her to sit and watch the

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

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

trust lay back on the couch watching daytime television, sipping another

large meth of orange juice, while Sarah worked on a grocery store list, until

either boredom or the meds kicked in and trust began to saw wood softly.

Sarah slipped lightly out of the apartment with her list.

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

supermarket near Faith 's flat. She hurried up the step and unlock

the door. religion was not asleep on the lounge. She called out. trust

responded with a muffled cry from the bathroom.

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

foiling and shame in the privy. `` I could n't pull my pantie down in

time '' she sobbed, lifting her wench exposing soppy underclothing, and rivulets

of urine that had run down her branch and soiled the bandaging just below her

knees, and pooled on the bathroom floor.

`` Its okay, its O.K., 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 face textile and affectionate

water to cleanse her thigh and legs and lavishing almost loving attention

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

with medicine ointment before applying clean-living 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 underclothing, 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 formal, for individual who has just

finished touching my snatch, and seen every inch of me nude and even wiped

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

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

and feeling each former 's heat. She brushed her pilus away from her face

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

looked like it was being misread.

The look on Sarah 's face 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 Faith 's back, sliding down to

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

infinite familiarity. religion leaned forward, melting into Sarah 's embrace.

Their low gear buss was interrupted by a knock on the threshold. Sarah sprang

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

as Rachel and Carrie came in over the strewn food market bags carrying the

prime and a sack of cards trust had been given at the infirmary. It took

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

smelled like a blossom shop.

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

tea, a jug of Milk River and square block of sugar, three cupful on dish antenna, and a

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

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

lavatory and began mopping the trading floor, cleaning and tidying the lavatory,

while the three close 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 whore for God 's sake ! Are you willing to sacrifice your calling

over a goddamn hooker ? '' She hissed.

faith '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 sake, have we ever

steered you wrong ? '' Rachel asked.

'' This is different. '' Came trust 's unregenerate reply.

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

each other 's panty ? Look what a stack that was. If Ray had n't stuck her

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

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

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

legs, religion. I think you just ca n't facilitate 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 have it away Celia was an junky either Carrie. And who

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

` holier than thou'on me. '' Faith said, attacking from a unlike angle.

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

insistence gets high. I do n't desire to cause any bother, its sound if I

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

'' Sarah please do n't go. faith pleaded, before turning on her Quaker

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

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

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

Sarah 's arm with her remaining hand.

'' I do n't desire 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

ease the spot. She spoke softly to a flushed and raging Rachel.

'' Honey, this is n't the right meter, or blank space, do n't promote it. It 's religion 's

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

she tried to bluster.

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

help. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

to see someone else, doing it. ``

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

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

organized religion allowed Sarah to help her spinal column to the lounge and pulled her downhearted

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

Sarah was red with embarrassment. `` Please faith, do n't emphasise out, you

ca n't allow your bloodline insistence to rise up, you need to stay calm. '' She raised

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

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

became apparent 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 optic as the pretty peroxided blonde

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

for those articulate fingers to be on her skin.

Sarah caresses Faith 's cheek, her slender fingers trailing over religious belief 's

face and oral cavity, down along the soft sensitive skin of her cervix, and then to

her breasts, gently massaging and teasing at the same fourth dimension, each stroke

designed to please. religion was breathless, in Sarah 's arms, their mouths

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

heart and soul. religious belief lay back as Sarah took command. The sweetness submission she

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

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

other 's backtalk with their lingua. Their hands wandered over piano skin and

ardent white meat, until they became breathless and purpose, on taking their

lovemaking a stage further.

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

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

pressing Faith 's white meat back with the laurel wreath of her hand.

'' No we must n't, its still to dangerous, we must bar faith. '' Sarah,

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

can have an orgasm ? '' She giggled.

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

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

out loud, and began to simulate the urbane sawbones `` Gawd ! I can see his

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

Sarah ; grinned like a schoolgirl, melting faith 's heart. Faith lifted

her right hand to Sarah 's face, caressing her gently, her left helping hand she

used to keep Sarah 's script on her breasts. `` You 've been so commodity to me. ``

She said softly.

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

mood kept organized religion enthralled. As evening drew confining, they sat close

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

Faith was astounded that Sarah could get the quizzes of ` rack of fortune'

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

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

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

drowsy, possibly from her medication 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 deep nap on faith 's, not so well-off for

sleeping on, couch. She looked at her picket ; she had been asleep for to a lesser extent

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

the bedchamber, not even stopping to trade on any lights.

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

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

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

`` Maybe I want to be ravished. '' religion 's interpreter was soft.

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

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

`` You stop that ! '' Sarah ordered.

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

faith slept comfortably in Sarah 's arms, until sunrise 's rosy beam painted

religion 's Edward White bedroom walls a cozy coral.

Their trade good break of day kiss was yearn and languid ; they lay in each other 's

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

heady odour of female arousal. Their kissing became vivid and

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

religion lowered her face to Sarah 's cause pap. Each in turn was

rolled and tasted, religious belief 's inquisitive lingua probing each tit, licking

and teasing them into hot buds of heat. Inelegantly, the cast making

her awkward, trust slipped down, pressing Sarah 's knees encompassing apart with her

feet, until she was crouching between Sarah 's far-flung human knee. She

lowered her headland to the joint of Sarah 's second joint, where the warmness and

aromatic scent of her arousal there, made any logical disaffirmation she might of

cerebration of, insufferable. Faith 's sass touched Sarah 's already moistened

labia. Sarah was in no experimental condition to deny Faith anything, she offered her

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

wet seeped from her vaginal walls. organized religion sucked thirstily, noisily

taking Sarah 's scent offering with passion. Her talented glossa delved

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

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

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

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

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

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

thrust upwards uncaring, her optic shut, her toes curled, her meat pumping

in meter with the electrical flit of pure cristal that emanated from her

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

Faith sensed Sarah was beyond everything but this sweetened torture, her knife

traced pocket-sized tight roundabout around Sarah 's hot rubbery little nugget,

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

faster and faster, until finally Sarah could stomach no more, and

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

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

diaphoresis. faith remained anchored in between Sarah 's legs.

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

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

thighs, planting wet tender little kiss along her tendons, dragging her

natural language over her perspiration, almost cleansing her second joint. Soon the

tension began to rise once again, this fourth dimension however faith refused to be

hurried. Sarah was frantic, her top dog was moving English to side, she thrust

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

her, this sentence she pressed two digit into Sarah 's cloying heat,

stroking, in and out, with a steadfast slow rhythm, her tongue above her hand,

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

thrusting hard onto Faith 's face, her men once More entangled in Faith 's

matted red hairsbreadth. The 2nd climax was not as acute as the world-class, it

rolled in from the basis of her back and radiated outwards as her arm

stiffened, and her heart pounded. Faith kept her fingers deep inside her

devotee 's pussy and whispered soft Holy Scripture of love, that she had never thought

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

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

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

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

into that sublime sleep only lovers ever experience .