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

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

hair's-breadth was cut to a severe ordinance flair and distance. Her oculus were almost

the vividness of vintage coke bottle, a disconcerting ignite opaline special K.

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

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

sex appeal, vital force and self confidence, than for sodding forcible peach.

Off tariff she was a denim and t-shirt girl, her 34D tit, thin waist and

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

of the NYPD.

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

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

the farsighted hours on her feet, and never ending, excessive, blind hate

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

first two long time she kept mostly to herself, spending her dislodge time

expanding her knowledge of patrol process and studying for the first

grueling civil religious service test, which should she go past, would put her in bank line

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

affair became infinitely better.

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

woman under her backstage. Rachel was an ` outed'lesbian, with a slightly

bottom-heavy figure who 's principal gripe in life was that her 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 helper dominion attorney, and never once

made any sexual approach towards religion, which was more than could be said

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

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

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

simply no ` spark'. After her promotional material she spent far more than time studying

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

herself romantically.

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

her Whitney Moore Young Jr. partner 's confidant and wise man, in NYPD argot, her rabbi.

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

the departmental heads, when religion began to seek out the company and the

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

seeking out only manful 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 test copy that faith

had ` crossed the seam'sexually, and it was merely precinct chin-wagging that

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

dyke and the cupcake.

A few months after Faith had passed the competitive civil avail

examinations and was qualified for further packaging should a post fall

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

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

Male investigator, Lieutenant Tom Lucian, a ex-serviceman with almost xx years

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

the next three years they investigated rapes, harassment, prostitution

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

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

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

the lieutenant foreman and finally the Borough Commander.

Outwardly it seemed that the departmental heads of her precinct were

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

unwanted tribade influence. As a newly promoted sergeant, she thrived

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

their department 's arrest record and quotas of resolve criminal offense were by far

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

thereafter. On a personal point she seemed to experience no fixture boyfriend,

but continued to keep up a strict regimen of study and work that left

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

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

impinging with her ex-partner. sectionalization began ` grooming'religious belief for bigger

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

ever.

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

civil service of process proficiency test. With a brood mayoral election due in the

fall, the incumbent Mayor and the police force gaffer announced that they were

going to reconstitute the way crime were being fought in the urban center. Among

the many change, new division was being formed to handle sex offense, and

newly promoted Captain Tom Lucian would report directly to examiner

McKenzie, who in twist reported directly to the Deputy Chief. His lieutenant

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

carefully chosen policeman and specializer ; they would liaise with the sex

crimes departments within every precinct in the city. The Unit would make

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

conclusion inter-group communication with the FBI. In fact, both Faith and Tom, prior to the

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

method acting and building relationships with factor who specialized in all forms

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

female police lieutenants in New York 's history.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

technology they also tracked intimate predators and paedophile on the

internet. computing machine operators monitored ` chat suite'and lured electronic

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

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

liaised with Interpol, sharing selective information with law way around the

world, and were involved in successful collar and pursuance, globally.

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

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

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

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

self-styled internet monitors, but there were also petty criminals,

nut, hustler, call-girls or exotic professional dancer. Some were people who were

or had been victim of the crimes she had investigated and were uncoerced to

supporter, for whatever reason.

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

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

O'Bannon ? '' a inanimate representative asked.

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

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

Charles. '' Came whispered reply.

Montana ... Mentally trust pictured Montana and her rap rag ; she had

arrested the woman about a class ago for whoredom. existent Name Sarah

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

public lewdness, prostitution or drug possession at least a dozen sentence.

She was in her late 20 's, with a expression of a buy saint. Innocent yet

decadent with Amygdalus communis shaped washed-out blue center that had seen too often ;

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

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

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

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

her money on cocaine until Faith arrested her. On being released she

continued to ` trip the light fantastic toe'at Randy 's Rumba elbow room, a few dark a week, because

trust suspected the owner of the sleazy comic strip articulatio was blackmailing her.

The place was run by a wannabee mobster who pimped out his ` dancers'and

sold a picayune smack in the back situation. 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 make to deliver to the golf club, but

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

tips about club possessor Randy William 's illegal activities, in fact, she had

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

but naught yet that had been material enough to guarantee an catch. She

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

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

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

came back negative. She resumed a health forethought line during the day and

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

either.

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

Montana 's British accent obviously came from breeding and pedagogy, a

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

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

fair, treated me better than I deserve, this sentence, this time I 've got the

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

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

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

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

`` I 'm dancing the tardy shifting ; you can always swing by the gild for a

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

can gather after I finish. There 's a Starbucks candid all nighttime on Bleecker

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

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

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

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

table terpsichore, Treasure State, so I 'll see you at Starbucks. ``

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

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

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

official, before reporting back to Tom, where they discussed the Holocene epoch

reversals the whole had endured where defendant walked unloosen because

previously water-tight example seemed to disintegrate and witnesses change

their testimonial on the stand. They agreed that someone within their whole

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

streets. They would set in motion an internal investigation with internal personal matters

assist in the morning. She logging off, driving habitation in her functionary

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

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

Her overlooked car was identical to a police prowl car, except for the

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

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

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

sure as shooting she had no ` tail', she headed towards her Rabbi 's apartment.

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

space where the young law officer could truly relax and be in the

ship's company of multitude who shared her sexual taste. She had skillfully

helped navigate religious belief 's rise from the ranks, carefully guiding her past the

pitfalls and ambush that naïve tribade like herself had fallen quarry to when

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

there would be no big publicity and she was destined to retire a police sergeant,

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

attaining a lieutenant 's buckler except of path as a ` item'to the

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

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

they plotted and planned behind the prospect with trust, helped her over

agonizing crushes, and steering her away from kinship that could

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

sincerely happy for her achievement, treating her like a favorite immature

baby, a little sister whose intimate taste they 'd guard to the grave.

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

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

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

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

they laughed and snickered while swapping comment and regaling each other

about the odd situations 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 headphone them first and let them know if she ever was in any

trouble.

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

and people, Faith found a parking spot a couplet of pulley from Starbucks,

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

for ` knock-offs'of Gucci, Christian Dior and other designer recording label in boutiques that

never seemed to rest spread for longer than a week, depending on the

merchandise they offered for sale.

Three quarters 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 nightclub. The interference inside was deafening. It may have been

a affectionate evening outside, but inside the seedy club, it was sweltering, organized religion

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

enlighten view of the level, yet, remain partially hidden in the shadows. The

club was only about half total, well-nigh of the sponsor were men, and they

clustered around board loaded with beer feeding bottle, and looked up at a garish

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

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

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

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

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

The lights came on briefly, as the music died, the guild 's announcer,

whipped up his interview. `` Give Callie a big deal madam and valet ...

Callie. '' He droned before announcing the next social dancer. `` ma'am and

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

Garishly made up with coloured mascara and eye dark, almost

unrecognizable, Treasure State stepped out onto the rickety stage. She was

wearing a improbable western sandwich hat and a gaudy poncho, her wooden leg were encased in

leather chaps, her animal foot thrust into high heeled westerly boots. She twirled

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

well muscled stage and defenseless supple ass. Soft cellphone 's `` Tainted erotic love '' thumped

out of the sound system of rules, as she almost slithered up to the brass rod,

embedded center stage. Marc Almond 's ` campy'vocalization jarred Montana 's

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

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

leaving Treasure State wearing only the hat, chaps and iron heel. Her bosom

jiggled, her torso bowel movement describing an saint, wanton with a tainted

sensual need to have sex and be loved, like the Good Book to the Song she was

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

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

captivated the audience into a dyspneic secretiveness. Marc Almond wailed

about his misrepresented love for Christian St. Andrew, the strobe faded, Montana 's

body was painted in reds, blues, yellow, greens, and a haze of smoke

swirled at her invertebrate foot she posed, in an titillating collage of sexuality, each

shade touching Faith 's someone. The enthralled law adult female watched in awe,

her pharynx dry, as the euphony began to construct up to its finale and Montana

bent down, her branch wide at the ankles, showing the bedaze audience her

beautiful rear, and exquisite crotch. The chaps were cunningly pulled

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

figurehead of the leering men, clad in a Stedson and iron heel ; the angel had fallen

from Heaven. The music faded to silence ...

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

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

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

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

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

into the coffee shop at the prescribed time and ordered a deep brown and emollient

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

would n't go far for at least another 10 minutes. Even at 2:30 the burnt umber

shop was a beehive of activity, she found a John Wilkes Booth close to the door, in the

front end of the store where she could front out the windowpane. She sat sipping

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

Starbucks 15 minutes late looking furtively behind her. She wore

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

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

flaxen whisker was woven into a slurred French people braid that hung down her back,

she wore a tartan plane cap, complete with a ack-ack, the peak pulled low

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

opposite Faith.

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

trust a digital camera that, although thicker, resembled a credit card and

was attached to a key-ring.

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

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

are his partners now. You can see video in the backrest of the golf club, where

they 're selling ordnance for stolen deferred payment cards, doing coke or fucking some of

us, then I managed to involve some of the girlfriend that still do fluff, 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 savage honesty, `` There are

motion-picture show of a whole push-down stack of sens that the Russians are dealing, and also

some pictures of illegal Russian young woman Randy and the Russians smuggled into

New York to be floozy, dancers and such, Randy has five new missy, some of

them ca n't even verbalise English, 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 maintenance course again I 've been told to count

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

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

around to keep her tranquility, it 's an illegal drug, and I 'll never calibrate if

my reader find out. When she 's stoned they let johns in back, to lie with

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

lieutenant. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

can enhance whatever I took and make it into grounds. Then you can put

that blackmailing bastard Randy Williams behind ginmill where he belongs !

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

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.

religious belief pulled out her cell, she hit stop number dial, and it was answered

within second base. '' Ray ? Its Faith, I need your service and Carrie 's, now, right

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

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

perfect tense, we 're waiting for you, be sure to impart Carrie, we 'll postulate the

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

SCU 's seawall, I 'll be speaking to Tom too, I 'll telephone set him after I finish with

you, I do n't know all the facts. I do n't need this bust going south ; I

want a condemnation this time. ``

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

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

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

we are gon na bust this wide open, get hold of air division ; I need imprimatur and

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

tomorrow cockcrow is too recent, I need it before breakfast ! okey, I 'll hold

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

the telephone off.

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

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

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

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

anything materialise 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 gaffer

and I are gon na set about frying Randy Hiram King Williams and his Russian gangster buddy 's

asses ! Drink your coffee, its getting cold. '' She smiled, closing her hired man

over Sarah 's

Both cleaning woman sipped their umber, waiting silently. Faith glanced at her

watch, while MT slid downcast in her nates 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, trust took Montana by the arm, your ride 's here,

come let 's go. ``

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

approached. `` religion, whats this all about ?

`` I need you to look after a headliner witnesser, Ray, please, and I need Carrie

to arrive 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 tire, a minivan rocketed towards the double parked BMW. A

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

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

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

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

their side arm. Rachel returned firing first ; yelling to organized religion. `` Go wide,

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

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

moving out into the middle of the route in an attempt to draw the gunman 's

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

artifice worked, and the gun changed his aim and injection in her direction as

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

closely followed by numbing painful sensation just above her elbow ; her arm was

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

midsection of the route. Her pistol fell from her wilted fingers as the minivan

careened off the road 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 car handgun has far large rate of flame

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

almost inconceivable to keep it aimed after the offset few shots on automatic,

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

alternative of a weapon for an amateur when lining trained constabulary officers.

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

torso lid for support ; she fired as the man leaned out of the sliding room access

to get a better shot at Faith, standing silhouetted in the middle of the

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

control vehicle swerved into the lamppost and steam hushing from the

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

robotlike CZ .32 Scorpion machine shooting iron sliding from his lifeless grasp.

There was a moment of stunned silence, followed by a cacophony of car

warning device, and screaming, mostly from people in unreasoning panic. Rachel ran to

her protégé who lay, look up, in the midriff of the road..

trust oozed profligate, it soaked into the lean opaline common t-shirt, and

through the jean of her dungaree, pooling on the tar road. Her eyes were

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

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

knee joint ; I have to employ place pressing. '' She held her manus over the spurting

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

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

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

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

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

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

live for me. ``

Rachel was already on her phone. '' Operator, Shots fired ... Officer

pile ... I repeat police officer down ... box Bleecker and Charles ; this is

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

quick assistance.

faith opened her eyes, she struggled to sit up but was too sapless, almost

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

she lifted her unwounded arm, she gave the parentage spattered camera to

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

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

the distance sirens began to wail.

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

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

and silent, she could find out herself breathing, and she could feel her pulse

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

The ceiling roofing tile were egg white, the bed arduous. She hurt. A plastic bag

fully of clear liquid was suspended above her headway and was plugged painfully

into her arm. religious belief groaned, both of her stage throbbed, she could n't move.

Her eyelids were weighed down every part of her body was sore. `` Thirsty. '' She

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

H2O flowed from it, she sucked thirstily. She turned her head, her neck opening

muscles were blind drunk. MT smiled brightly holding a plastic bottle in

one helping hand. Her clothes 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

Charles Francis Hall. ``

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

me ! '' She slurred.

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

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

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

Doctor. '' Sarah ordered.

`` Do n't entrust, why cant I move, am I paralyzed ? '' organized religion croaked.

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

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

fibreglass hurl, lay still do n't fight, you do n't wan t to damage any

face there. You can move your left arm ; the Dr. can explain a lot

full than me. And Ray and your gaffer wanted to have sex the moment you woke

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

walking to the door.

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

floral organization, ranging from simple bunches in ceramic vases to

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

wearing a horrible Andrew D. White bed jacket, open at the back. She moved her left

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

thirstily she sucked, trying to quench her thirst.

A grandiloquent handsome man wearing a clean 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

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

her diverse variety meat. He took a little flashlight, and shone it into her

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

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

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

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

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

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

running out, altogether we used 20 social unit to spare your life. ``

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

be for aught, I 'm going to alleviate the strap on your legs, but try not to

movement, we do n't need to tear the sutures, it 's going to select a spell, you

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

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

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

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

livid red, stitched wounding before easing the bash that immobilized her

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

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

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

can enrol you in next year 's Boston marathon, we expect a full recovery. ``

He grinned. `` I 'll depart you daughter to chat, but do n't run down her out, Ms

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

chuckled as he left.

`` Fiancée ? Couple, home base ? What the Hades is he talking about ? '' Faith

asked after the door had closed.

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

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

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

the merely way that I could ride out with you. If you died, I wanted to be with

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

tears.

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

had a genial moving-picture show of Sarah 's dance, the silver still life sentence 's the strobe

captured, the stopping point, where she stood alone, bare and exposed, in presence of

wino, insensitive men. `` You 've made a new starting time, 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 speech, whore, again, understand ? If you 're my

fiancée you proficient call me Faith, I think the stave here might distrust

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

to think we 're in some kind of kinky ascendancy human relationship. '' religion

caressed Sarah 's arm.

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

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

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

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

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

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

way you speak to your ally, 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

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

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

alive because Montana kept pressure on the lesion until the paramedical got

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

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

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

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

Unit, we 've got it covered, I have seconded sergeant-at-law Meyers, here, to take

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

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

way. '' He continued. `` The photograph 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 baseball club had been shut down, the illegal sex proletarian will be sent back

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

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

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

the recent mister Randy Sir Bernard Williams. The city manager has cited you for fearlessness, so

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

public press has billing it as the biggest bust since, Organized offence Unit

arrested Tony Soprano. Oh, yeah, Dana and the minor will probably shake off by

this evening. ``

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

mayor as well as the head of police force made their appearances, promising the

constabulary scrap hybridization and citation. People organized religion hardly remembered stopped

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

snoring softly, while Sarah watched over her.

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

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

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

night nightdress as well as the usual toiletries, and make up. She did not know

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

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

unruly coppery hair.

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

hair.

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

`` I 've got zippo else to do right now, no study, no dancing, so yeah, I

stayed here. '' Sarah said.

`` Friday you offered me a table saltation, 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 spread a minuscule foundation, especially

under her bruised looking eyes and brushed on some gunpowder and bloom, before

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

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

gloss.

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

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

made her up, disguising the average and highlighting her considerably features, it

was a startling transformation.

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

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

her.

`` Jeez, I 'm going to phone you every time I have a peculiar appointment, Sarah,

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

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

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

Dr Fabian chose that 2d to accede. Dressed as before he approached

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

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

from her stitched wounds.

`` Ah no vestige of any infection, you are looking much better, it must be

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

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

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

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

made remarkable progress, Lieutenant, I should use you as an advert. '' He

said laughing at his own joke.

trust realized she needed assist the first time she used the bathroom.

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

Gingerly she settled herself on the toilet nates, letting gravity do most of

the workplace for her. Without thinking, Sarah folded a handful of lav

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

ft. She threw the soiled wad into the trough before kneel and using

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

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

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

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

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

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

York.

The Doctor was as goodness as his word. trust sat in a wheelchair and Sarah

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

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

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

The following morning religion woke up to the olfactory sensation of frying bacon.

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

all I could find is bacon in your fridge, I slipped out and got some orchis

and clobber at the comfort station stock on the corner, how do you like your

eggs ?

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

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

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

was heaped with Bacon, fried testis and goner, and a large ice of orange

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

into seize with teeth sized chunks.

`` You can try feeding yourself. `` Sarah said, placing a crotch in faith 's

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

She grinned.

organized religion successfully guided the crotch laden with bacon to her mouth ; she

chewed, and stabbed at more bacon, but was totally ill-chosen at spearing the

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

the eggs and give her. When she was finished eating, Marnie held the glass

of succus to her sassing and allowed her to sip and live with at her own pace.

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

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

rain shower, so when your ready, recount me and I 'll get you set, I 've got sportsmanlike

fertilisation 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 toast a lot of liquids. ``

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

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

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

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

on the faucets.

When organized religion felt the urine was veracious she stepped under the water.

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

slid over trust 's wet peel, around and under her boob, briefly touching

her pap ; and then her tummy, then her back and ass and with unnumerable

care, finally between her legs. She used her finger bakshish to rub fragrant

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

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

off again and burnish dry softly, with a tumid fluffy towel. Sarah was

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

helping religion hobble back to the bedroom.

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

haircloth ; she plugged the hair's-breadth drier and began styling her unruly coppery hair.

She smiled and worked away. She took a twain of scissor grip, and snipped away,

altering the austere style organized religion habitually wore, she finished with a

flourish.

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

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

`` What would you like to get into, a night attire again or normal apparel ?

Do n't say jeans, It 'll make to be a blouse and chick I 'm not going to pull

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

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

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

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

a little difficulty pulling a pair of pink cotton wool Bikini panties on be

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

she spent more fourth dimension around the eye, the effect was dramatic and altogether

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

Sarah moved Faith 's lounge, making it easier for her to sit and watch the

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

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

trust lay back on the sofa watching day television, sipping another

great ice of orange succus, while Sarah worked on a grocery store list, until

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

Sarah slipped lightly out of the apartment with her list.

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

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

the room access. faith was not asleep on the sofa. She called out. religious belief

responded with a muffled cry from the bathroom.

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

frustration and shame in the bathroom. `` I could n't pluck my step-in down in

time '' she sobbed, lifting her annulus exposing sodden underwear, and rivulets

of piss that had run down her legs 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 panties down, and drawing them off one leg at a time. Silently religious belief

stood, her wooden leg spaced widely apart while Sarah used a face cloth and strong

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

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

with medicate cream before applying clean dressings.

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

police lieutenant, but until you can pull down your own underclothes, you 're not

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

lounge, what were you watching ? '' Sarah asked while helping trust back into

the sitting room.

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

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

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

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

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

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

looked like it was being misread.

The look on Sarah 's 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 bridge player, softly, very possessively, each orb stroked with

numberless intimacy. religion leaned forward, melting into Sarah 's embrace.

Their first kiss was interrupted by a knock on the room access. Sarah sprang

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

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

flowers and a sack of cards religion had been given at the infirmary. It took

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

smelled like a heyday shop.

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

tea, a jug of Milk and cubes of sugar, three cups on saucer, and a

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

low mesa in the sitting room in front line of religion. She retreated to the

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

while the three fill up protagonist sipped tea, and chatted softly, with Rachel

becoming extremely agitated. Faith responding angrily, their vox

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 give your career

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 years for God 's sake, have we ever

steered you incorrectly ? '' Rachel asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

heated argument.

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

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

` holier than M'on me. '' faith said, attacking from a different angle.

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

pressure gets mellow. I do n't want to cause any fuss, its unspoiled if I

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

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

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

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

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

Sarah 's arm with her left hand.

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

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

looking over her shoulder.

It was Carrie who, being a attorney, managed to cool it both char down and

ease the situation. She spoke softly to a flushed and furious Rachel.

'' dearest, this is n't the right clip, or billet, do n't campaign it. It 's organized religion 's

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

she tried to bluster.

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

supporter. ``

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

to tell religion 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 ego

appointed job to wait after Faith for so foresightful, I guess it 's foreign for me

to see somebody else, doing it. ``

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

religion was less forgiving. `` Get used to it Ray, she 's here to abide. ``

faith allowed Sarah to aid her spinal column to the couch and pulled her down

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

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

ca n't appropriate your ancestry pressure to rise, you need to stay still. '' She raised

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

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

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

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

Faith 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 articulated fingers to be on her skin.

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

face and oral fissure, down along the soft sensitive cutis of her cervix, and then to

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

designed to delight. trust was breathless, in Sarah 's arms, their lip

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

essence. faith lay back as Sarah took ascendancy. The sweet submission she

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

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

former 's mouth with their glossa. Their hands wandered over soft pelt and

warm up knocker, until they became breathless and intent, on taking their

lovemaking a stage further.

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

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

pressing trust 's chest 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 tensity. `` Shall I phone Dr. Fabian and ask if you

can stimulate an climax ? '' She giggled.

Faith, thwarted and angry at Sarah 's rejection, she was confining to tears

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

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

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

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

her compensate hand to Sarah 's human face, caressing her gently, her go away hired hand she

used to continue Sarah 's hands on her breast. `` You 've been so good to me. ``

She said softly.

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

temper kept Faith enthralled. As evening drew finisher, they sat penny-pinching

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

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

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

convenient TV trays with Sarah cutting organized religion 's intellectual nourishment into bite sized

percentage, before eating her own. Not long after they 'd corrode, Faith 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 rich sleep on religion 's, not so easy for

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

than an hour. religious belief was calling her from the bedchamber. She almost ran to

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

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

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

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

`` Maybe I want to be ravished. '' faith 's part was soft.

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

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

`` You stop that ! '' Sarah ordered.

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

organized religion slept comfortably in Sarah 's arms, until first light 's rosy shaft of light painted

religious belief 's Stanford White bedroom walls a cozy coral.

Their beneficial break of the day osculation was long and languid ; they lay in each other 's

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

heady odor of female foreplay. Their necking became intense and

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

Faith lowered her face to Sarah 's stimulated mamilla. Each in go was

rolled and tasted, Faith 's speculative tongue probing each nipple, licking

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

her awkward, religious belief slipped down, pressing Sarah 's genu all-inclusive apart with her

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

lowered her promontory to the junction of Sarah 's thighs, where the warmth and

redolent scent of her arousal there, made any ordered self-renunciation she might of

thought of, unimaginable. trust 's oral fissure touched Sarah 's already moistened

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

everything. faith 's lip touched her swollen sex, instantly fragrant

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

taking Sarah 's aromatize offering with passion. Her gifted tongue delved

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

noisily, exciting Sarah, titillating her in sugariness measured torture by

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

feral, she gripped organized religion by the hair and tried to steer her oral cavity onto her

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

frantic, her external respiration labored and coming in gulping, her thighs heaved, she

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

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

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

organized religion sensed Sarah was beyond everything but this sweet torture, her lingua

traced small tight circles around Sarah 's hot rubbery piddling nugget,

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

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

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

ecstatic, she lay back, her pectus panting, her skin covered in

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

Sarah 's breathing returned to semi normal and the after incandescence of her

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

thigh, planting wet quick little kisses along her sinew, dragging her

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

tension began to mount once again, this time however Faith refused to be

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

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

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

stroking, in and out, with a unwavering dumb round, her tongue above her hand,

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

thrusting hard onto Faith 's expression, her manus once more entangle in organized religion 's

matted red whisker. The second orgasm was not as vivid as the first, it

rolled in from the basis of her prickle and glow outwards as her arm

stiffened, and her center pounded. Faith kept her fingerbreadth inscrutable inside her

fan 's pussy and whispered indulgent words of love, that she had never thought

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

drag faith from between her wooden leg by the hair. Finally trust relented and

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

at one and former, their movements limited to soft caresses, they drifted

into that high-flown slumber only lovers ever experience .