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

pilus was cut to a severe ordinance style and distance. Her centre were almost

the colouring material of vintage coke bottleful, a disconcerting visible light opaline green.

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

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

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

Off obligation she was a jean and tee shirt girl, her 34D breasts, reduce waist and

long supple legs all adding to her allure. She was a xii year warhorse

of the NYPD.

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

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

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

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

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

expanding her noesis of police process and studying for the start

grueling civil inspection and repair exam, which should she pass, would put her in line of products

for promotional material to sergeant. While she ` pounded a meter'she had been knifed

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

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

rescued hissing, scratching and biting cats from Tree or being verbally

abused, not to note being applaud upon by irate citizens. She had, had

unplayful mentation of quitting the force, until she received her first

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

things became infinitely better.

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

woman under her extension. Rachel was an ` out'Lesbian, with a slightly

bottom-heavy figure who 's main gripe in life was that her figure was 34 24

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

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

made any sexual advance towards Faith, which was More than could be said

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

Rachel, trust had dated and slept with a few of her male vis-a-vis, but

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

simply no ` Dame Muriel Spark'. After her publicity she spent far Sir Thomas More clock time studying

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

herself romantically.

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

her untried cooperator 's intimate and mentor, in NYPD lingo, her rabbi.

In pernicious shipway religion began to emulate Rachel, so it came as no surprisal to

the departmental heads, when faith began to look for out the company and the

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

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

cooperator 's influence rather than religion 's own choice, all her new

relationships being platonic in nature, so there was no trial impression that trust

had ` crossed the pedigree'sexually, and it was merely precinct chin wag that

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

dyke and the cupcake.

A few months after Faith had passed the competitive civil service

examinations and was qualified for further promotion should a post descent

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 fourth-year

male police detective, deputy Tom Lucian, a veteran with almost twenty years

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

the following three years they investigated violation, molestations, whoredom

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

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

arrested a tearing serial rapist, she had come to the observation of the jam,

the deputy foreman and finally the Borough Commander.

Outwardly it seemed that the departmental mind 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 former appointment, she and Tom worked well together, within a year

their section 's arrest record and quotas of solved law-breaking were by far

the best in the division, if not the city. A side they maintained

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

but continued to exert a strict regimen of study and workplace that left

picayune time for a societal life history. She got on really well with Tom 's wife and

was treated like a front-runner aunt by his youngster. It appeared she had trivial

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

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

ever.

Bigger things happened within a few months of her passing the eminent

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

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

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

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

newly promoted Captain Tom Lucian would report directly to examiner

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

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

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

crimes department within every precinct in the urban center. The Unit would own

city-wide legal power, with intimacy military officer in every Borough, and have

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

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

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

of sex related crime. At the age of 30, religious belief was one of the untested

female constabulary deputy in New York 's history.

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

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

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

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

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

sex had been the motivator but, tracking down brutal successive rapist who

raped and sometimes murdered their dupe. Due to the changing metre and

technology they also tracked sexual vulture and paedophile on the

internet. information processing system operators monitored ` chat rooms'and lured electronic

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

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

liaised with Interpol, sharing information with police way around the

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

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

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

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

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

soi-disant net monitors, but there were also petty felon,

junkie, hooker, call-girls or exotic dancers. Some were citizenry who were

or had been victim of the offense she had investigated and were will to

help, for whatever reason.

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

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

O'Bannon ? '' a breathtaking vocalisation asked.

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

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

Charlemagne. '' Came whispered reply.

Montana ... Mentally faith pictured MT and her rap sheet of paper ; she had

arrested the woman about a class ago for prostitution. literal Name Sarah

Alfred Russel Wallace, a.k.a. MT : Emigrated from Greater London England 2002.Arrested for

populace bawdiness, prostitution or drug possession at least a dozen clip.

She was in her late 20 's, with a face of a debased Angel Falls. Innocent yet

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

long bleached blonde haircloth that hung down her back. Her titty were

naturally large, at least a 36C and silicone polymer innocent, beneath them, a garnish

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

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

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

continued to ` dance'at Randy 's Rumba room, a few Nox a hebdomad, because

faith suspected the owner of the seedy strip join was blackmailing her.

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

sold a lilliputian nose drops in the back office. Montana/Sarah had confided in

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

with self-respect, after paying a fine she would have to give back to the club, but

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

tips about ball club owner Randy William 's illegal action, in fact, she had

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

either.

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

Treasure State 's British idiom obviously came from breeding and Education, a

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

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

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

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

bribing cops. Not cent ante clobber, material evidence, and I 'm willing to

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

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

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

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

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

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

to watch me to dance for you. ``

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

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

mesa terpsichore, Montana, so I 'll see you at Starbucks. ``

`` At 2:30 then, please, I have really good data 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 assignment with a city

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

reversals the unit of measurement had endured where defendant walked free because

previously water-tight cases seemed to disintegrate and attestant change

their testimony on the stall. They agreed that person within their Unit

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

streets. They would set up an home investigation with internal liaison

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

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

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

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

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

her comings and expiration monitored, so she chose her own car, a two class old

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

sure as shooting she had no ` fag end', she headed towards her rabbi 's apartment.

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

billet where the young police officer could truly unbend and be in the

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

helped navigate Faith 's boost from the ranks, carefully guiding her past the

pitfalls and traps that naïve Lesbian like herself had fallen fair game to when

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

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

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

attaining a lieutenant 's shield except of course as a ` relic'to the

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

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

they plotted and planned behind the shot with religious belief, helped her over

agonizing crushes, and steering her away from relationships that could

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

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

babe, a little sister whose sexual penchant they 'd guard to the grave.

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

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

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

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

they laughed and snickered while swapping gossip and regaling each other

about the odd situation mutual acquaintances found themselves in, or

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

they had arrested during their time together as patrol officeholder. 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 hump if she ever was in any

trouble.

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

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

and decided to defeat sentence by doing some window shopping until 2:30, checking

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

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

product they offered for sale.

tercet quarters of an time of day can sweep up by, when you are not really

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

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

a quick evening external, but inside the seedy club, it was sweltering, trust

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

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

baseball club was only about one-half entire, most of the patrons were men, and they

clustered around mesa loaded with beer nursing bottle, and looked up at a trashy

stage, set slightly above eyelevel. euphony with re-worked freshwater bass thumped

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

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

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

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

The luminance came on briefly, as the medicine died, the nightclub 's announcer,

whipped up his hearing. `` spring Callie a big handwriting Ladies and Gentlemen ...

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

gentleman's gentleman direct from Jack London England, I give you, Treasure State. ``

Garishly made up with wickedness mascara and eye shadow, almost

unrecognizable, MT stepped out onto the rickety level. She was

wearing a magniloquent Western hat and a gaudy poncho, her pegleg were encased in

leather chaps, her substructure thrust into high heeled horse opera boot. She twirled

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

well muscled legs and raw lithesome ass. Soft Cell 's `` Tainted Love '' thumped

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

embedded heart and soul stage. Marc almond 's ` campy'vocalisation jarred Montana 's

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

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

leaving Montana wearing only the hat, chaps and kicking. Her breasts

jiggled, her eubstance drive describing an angel, wanton with a tainted

sensual need to love and be loved, like the word of honor to the song she was

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

social movement and presenting a series of titillating monochrome stills ; as Montana

captivated the audience into a breathless muteness. Marc Prunus amygdalus wailed

about his twisted lovemaking for Christian Andrews, the strobe faded, Montana 's

body was painted in red, blue sky, yellows, cat valium, and a daze of smoke

swirled at her feet she posed, in an titillating montage of sexuality, each

nuance touching religion 's individual. The Enthralled police woman watched in awe,

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

bent down, her legs all-embracing at the articulatio talocruralis, showing the sandbag interview her

beautiful backside, and keen private parts. The chaps were cunningly pulled

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

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

from promised land. The medicine faded to silence ...

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

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

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

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

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

into the coffee shop class at the prescribed time and ordered a coffee and cream

from a meddlesome clerk and looked around for Montana, but knowing the striptease artist

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

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

front of the computer memory where she could bet out the window. She sat sipping

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

Starbucks 15 moment later looking furtively behind her. She wore

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

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

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

she wore a tartan 2-dimensional cap, complete with a flak, the acme pulled low

down her forehead. After ordering her umber she slipped into the John Wilkes Booth

contrary Faith.

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

Faith a digital photographic camera that, although thicker, resembled a acknowledgment card and

was attached to a key-ring.

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

`` It starts with some moving-picture show of Randy and these new Russian guys that

are his cooperator now. You can see word picture in the back of the night club, where

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

us, then I managed to necessitate some of the girls that still do bodge, 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 matter to in. '' She said with brutish honesty, `` There are

video of a totally stack of dope that the Russians are dealing, and also

some word-painting of illegal Russian girls Randy and the Russians smuggled into

New York to be hookers, dancers 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

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

Because I 'm doing my Personal Care course again I 've been told to count

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

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

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

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

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

Lieutenant. ``

`` And you have pictures 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 piffling camera ? '' religious belief asked incredulously.

`` Yes it cost $ 15.00, I do n't suppose the pics are peachy tone, I do n't

have a estimator to tick off what they look like but I 've taken as many shots

as the camera will take into account before it needs to be unloaded onto a computer. ``

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

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

that blackmailing bastard Randy Williams behind taproom where he belongs !

I 'll testify ; I 'll ask the stand and facilitate put him in jail.

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

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

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

within instant. '' Ray ? Its faith, I need your supporter and Carrie 's, now, good

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

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

perfective, we 're waiting for you, be sure to make for Carrie, we 'll postulate the

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

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

you, I do n't have it away all the facts. I do n't want this bust going Confederate States ; I

want a sentence this sentence. ``

She dialed again, this prison term it took longer for the sound to be answered.

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

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

we are gon na bust this wide unfold, get time lag of segmentation ; I need warrants and

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

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

you to that ; I 'll meet you at the place in an hour, 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 space to trip the light fantastic, the Rumba elbow room and Randy and his

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

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

anything happen to you, until I can coiffure something more lasting for

you, she 's on her way as we speak, as soon as your prophylactic with her, my genus Bos

and I are gon na commence frying Randy Ted Williams and his Russian mobster buddy 's

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

over Sarah 's

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

watch, while MT slid lower in her prat biting her lip while peering

fearfully out of the window as walker and machine 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 door as they

approached. `` faith, whats this all about ?

`` I need you to look after a adept attestor, Ray, please, and I need Carrie

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

before she could terminate, there was a cheap revving of an engine and

squealing of tires, a minivan rocketed towards the twice parked BMW. A

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

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

and car windowpane disintegrated as a hail of smoke was sprayed in their

direction. Both religion and Rachel reacted with screen inherent aptitude, 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.

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

moving out into the middle of the road in an endeavour to puff the gunman 's

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

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

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

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

instantly numb, and she was fling backwards at least 3 foundation, 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 understructure from where she

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

eve though an machine rifle automobile pistol has far greater rate of fire

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

almost impossible to keep it aimed after the first few shots on machine rifle,

moreover with its limited range of accuracy, 25 yards, it makes a dopey

option of a arm for an amateur when cladding trained patrol officers.

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

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

to get a better guessing at religious belief, standing silhouetted in the middle of the

road. fastball from her .40 Smith & Wesson found their stigma. As the out of

control vehicle swerved into the lamppost and steam hissing from the

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

automatonlike CZ .32 Scorpion machine pistol sliding from his lifeless grasp.

There was a moment of out muteness, followed by a din of car

alarm system, and shriek, mostly from people in blind panic. Rachel ran to

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

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

through the blue jean of her jeans, pooling on the tar route. Her oculus were

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

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

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

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

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

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

her belt around the top of Faith 's articulatio genus, get grip of 911, this needs to be

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

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

live for me. ``

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

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

serjeant-at-law Rachel Meyers, badge telephone number 47628. I am off duty, and want

immediate assistance.

religious belief opened her eyes, she struggled to sit up but was too weak, almost

in tardily movement, her curiously colored eyes tried to concentre, and inch by edge

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

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

whispered, `` and please tone after Ser ... haaaa ... '' Her middle rolled back. In

the space sirens began to wail.

Through the fog organized religion heard, an upper-crust English accent pleading with

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

and silent, she could hear herself breathing, and she could sense her pulse

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

The ceiling tile were livid, the bed hard. She hurt. A plastic bag

full of clean-cut liquid was suspended above her head and was plugged painfully

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

Her lid were enceinte every contribution of her consistence was sore. `` Thirsty. '' She

mumbled. Almost instantly a credit card tube was pushed into her oral cavity, cool

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

muscularity were besotted. MT smiled brightly holding a plastic feeding bottle in

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

her eyes.

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

dorm. ``

`` 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 commend, Fri night,

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

asked. `` You 've been unconscious for 3 twenty-four hour period. Lay still I need to fetch the

medico. '' Sarah ordered.

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

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

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

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

brass there. You can propel your left over arm ; the Doctor can explain a lot

easily than me. And Ray and your knob wanted to get laid the mo you woke

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

walking to the door.

The room was still, beside the bed there must have been at to the lowest degree fifty

floral agreement, ranging from simple bunches in ceramic vase to

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

wearing a horrifying white bed jacket, overt at the spine. She moved her left

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

thirstily she sucked, trying to slake her thirst.

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

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

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

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

her various Hammond organ. He took a small flashlight, and shone it into her

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

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

ruptured femoral artery, you would accept died, it was a damned right matter

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

thank her, you have her profligate in you, its uncommon for um, duad to part

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

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

`` We need to preserve you still for a spell, I do n't want all my gruelling work to

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

move, we do n't want to rupture the sutures, it 's going to get hold of a spell, you

were in dramatics for over six hours, we used a small plane section from your

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

can move into you in adjacent year 's Boston battle of Marathon, we expect a full recovery. ``

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

Wallace, no guile either, keep that for when you 're home. '' He

chuckled as he left.

`` Fiancée ? match, home ? What the hell is he talking about ? '' religious belief

asked after the room access had closed.

`` It was the entirely 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 alone 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 optic and continued softly. `` Why do you consider I 've tried so hard

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

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

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

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

I 'll do anything for you. '' Sarah whispered ; her faded drab optic awash with

tears.

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

had a mental pictorial matter of Sarah 's saltation, the silver medal still life 's the strobe

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

inebriate, insensitive men. `` You 've made a new scratch, 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 dustup, whore, again, understand ? If you 're my

fiancée you just call me Faith, I think the faculty here might suspect

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

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

caressed Sarah 's arm.

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

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

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

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

`` tinker's dam it Ray, her name is Sarah. '' religious belief croaked

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

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

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

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

flowers. Dana and the kids send their love. The ER Dr. gave you little

fortune when they brought you in ; you had almost no line of descent left. You are

animated because Montana kept atmospheric pressure on the lesion until the paramedics got

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

head, `` Treasure State would n't let him turn over 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 practiced as new in a few week. Now do n't vex about the

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

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

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

way. '' He continued. `` The word-painting Montana took were excellent, and the

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

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

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

to Russia after they testify, and we have confiscated almost L kilo of

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

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

the previous Mister Randy Hiram King Williams. The Mayor has cited you for courage, so

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

military press has billing it as the biggest tear since, Organized Crime social unit

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

this eve. ``

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

Mayor as well as the Chief of constabulary made their visual aspect, promising the

Police combat crossbreed and acknowledgment. People 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 plastic drip above her head had

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

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

night gown as well as the usual toiletry, and make up. She did not bang

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 find Sarah brushing her

unruly coppery hair.

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

hair.

`` Much intimately, have you been here the whole metre ? '' she asked.

`` I 've got naught else to do right now, no work, no dance, so yeah, I

stayed here. '' Sarah said.

`` Friday you offered me a postpone saltation, call up ? '' 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 little base, especially

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

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

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

gloss.

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

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

made her up, disguising the ordinary and highlighting her beneficial feature of speech, it

was a startling transformation.

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

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

her.

`` Jeez, I 'm going to phone you every time I have a special day of the month, Sarah,

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

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

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

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

his patient role, his stethoscope already plugged into his auricle as he sat down

on the bed. He listened again to her pipe organ before removing the fertilization

from her stitched wounds.

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

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

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

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

upkeep this afternoon. If you both promise not to exaggerate anything. You 've

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

said laughing at his own joke.

organized religion realized she needed help the low 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 toilette nates, letting gravity do most of

the body of work for her. Without mentation, Sarah folded a handful of lav

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

fundament. She threw the soiled wad into the bowling ball before kneeling 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 relaxation of the day Sarah chatted away, while they watched TV. Sarah

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

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

York.

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

a modest pillowcase on her lap. Sarah helped an neat pushed her to the

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

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

The follow daybreak Faith woke up to the olfactory modality of frying bacon.

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

all I could observe is bacon in your fridge, I slipped out and got some ball

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

testicle ?

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

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

settled on a turning point of the bed placing the tray on faith 's lap. The plate

was heaped with Bacon, fried egg and pledge, and a heavy spyglass of Orange

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

into bite sized chunks.

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

left paw. `` Or I can eat you, which 'll be quicker and a lot to a lesser extent mussy. ``

She grinned.

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

chewed, and stabbed at more Baron Verulam, but was totally inapt at spearing the

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

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

of juice to her lips and allowed her to sip and swallow up 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 ready, evidence me and I 'll get you set, I 've got uninfected

fertilization and emollient for your stitches, he says they are going to itch

like loony, soon, and you better not come up 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

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

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

removed Faith 's night gown, and peeled off the unclean dressings and turned

on the faucets.

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

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

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

her nipples ; and then her tum, then her back and ass and with infinite

maintenance, finally between her peg. She used her finger tip to rub fragrant

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

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

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

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

helping Faith limp back to the bedroom.

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

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

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

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

flourish.

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

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

`` What would you like to get into, a night dress again or normal clothes ?

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

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

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

from faith 's wardrobe. The mold on her arm made wearing a bra problematic,

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

a piddling worry pulling a yoke of pink cotton wool Bikini pantie on surveil

by the tartan skirt. Once again Sarah applied Faith 's make up, this clip

she spent more time around the eyes, the effect was striking and altogether

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

Sarah moved organized religion 's sofa, making it easier for her to sit and keep an eye on the

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

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

religious belief lay back on the sofa watching day television, sipping another

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

either boredom or the meds kicked in and Faith began to snore softly.

Sarah slipped lightly out of the apartment with her list.

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

supermarket near faith 's apartment. She hurried up the stairs and unlock

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

responded with a muffled cry from the bathroom.

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

frustration and ignominy in the john. `` I could n't force my panties down in

time '' she sobbed, lifting her doll exposing sodden underwear, and runnel

of water that had run down her branch and soiled the dressings just below her

knee, and pooled on the bathroom floor.

`` Its okay, 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 Faith

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

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

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

with medicated cream before applying clean and jerk 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. `` semen on ; let 's get you back on the

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

the sitting room.

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

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

my ass for me. For about the 10th metre Sarah, I 'm faith, remember ? '' organized religion

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

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

with her provide 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 organized religion 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 eff one, right ? '' She said chuckling,

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

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

non-finite familiarity. organized religion leaned forward, melting into Sarah 's embrace.

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

away, both girls blushing profusely and stumbling out of the modest lavatory

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

flowers and a sack of cards Faith had been given at the hospital. It took

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

smelled like a efflorescence shop.

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

tea, a jug of Milk and cubes of sugar, three cup on discus, and a

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

low table in the sitting way in front of Faith. She retreated to the

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

while the three close-fitting friends sipped tea, and chatted softly, with Rachel

becoming extremely agitated. trust responding angrily, their vocalization

growing louder.

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

fucking whore for God 's saki ! Are you willing to give your career

over a goddamn hooker ? '' She hissed.

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

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

steered you wrong ? '' Rachel asked.

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

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

each other 's step-in ? Look what a mess that was. If Ray had n't stuck her

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

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

she 's a prostitute, with a rap tack. Do n't think with whats between your

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

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

heated argument.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

like a viper and hiss. `` At the present moment I do n't desire to even take a leak 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 threshold, grabbing

Sarah 's arm with her left hand.

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

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

looking over her shoulder.

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

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

'' honey, this is n't the right prison term, or place, do n't push it. It 's faith 's

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

she tried to bluster.

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

help. ``

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

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

bridge player, and squeezed it. '' Tell her ! ``

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

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

appointed job to wait after Faith for so long, I guess it 's unknown for me

to see mortal else, doing it. ``

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

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

trust allowed Sarah to help her backrest to the sofa and pulled her down

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

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

ca n't let your lineage press to rise, you need to stay calm. '' She raised

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

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

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

everything but each early. Without saying a intelligence they left.

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

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

for those joint digit to be on her skin.

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

human face and mouth, down along the soft raw skin of her cervix, and then to

her breasts, gently massaging and teasing at the like time, each throw

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

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

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

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

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

other 's mouths with their tongues. Their hands wandered over diffuse skin and

affectionate breasts, until they became breathless and design, on taking their

lovemaking a stage further.

Their cuddling became bolder, organized religion began unbuttoning Sarah 's blouse, who

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

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

'' No we must n't, its still to dangerous, we must stop religious belief. '' Sarah,

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

can have an orgasm ? '' She giggled.

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

until the lilt of Sarah 's giggles broke the inapt minute and she laughed

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

expression ; I told you fille Richard Horatio Edgar Wallace, no mischief 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 bridge player she

used to maintain Sarah 's work force on her breasts. `` You 've been so safe to me. ``

She said softly.

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

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

together on the settee munching cookies and snack while watching TV.

Faith was astounded that Sarah could get the quizzes of ` wheel of fate'

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

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

component, before eating her own. Not long after they 'd rust, Faith became

drowsy, possibly from her medication or overexcitement from everything that

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

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

the bedclothes.

Sarah was woken, from a late sleep on Faith 's, not so well-to-do for

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

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

the sleeping room, not even stopping to interchange on any lights.

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

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

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

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

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

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

`` You stop that ! '' Sarah ordered.

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

religion slept comfortably in Sarah 's implements of war, until dawn 's rosy light beam painted

Faith 's egg white sleeping accommodation walls a cosy coral.

Their good morning kiss was long and languid ; they lay in each other 's

arms until the sun was way over the view. The way was filled with the

reckless aroma of female arousal. Their kissing became vivid and

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

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

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

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

her awkward, Faith slipped down, pressing Sarah 's knees across-the-board apart with her

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

lowered her read/write head to the join of Sarah 's thighs, where the lovingness and

aromatic scent of her arousal there, made any logical self-renunciation she might of

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

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

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

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

taking Sarah 's scented offering with heat. Her talented tongue delved

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

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

avoiding Sarah 's indigent clit. Eventually when her penury became almost

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

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

frenetic, her breathing labored and coming in swig, her thighs heaved, she

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

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

uterus and traveled at lightning velocity through every nerve. Finally, when

religion sensed Sarah was beyond everything but this scented torture, her tongue

traced small tight roofy around Sarah 's hot rubbery little nugget,

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

faster and faster, until finally Sarah could endure no Thomas More, and

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

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

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

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

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

thighs, planting wet warm little kisses along her tendons, dragging her

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

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

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

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

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

stroking, in and out, with a truelove slow rhythm, her tongue above her hired man,

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

thrusting hard onto religion 's face, her hands once more entangled in Faith 's

matted red hair. The sec climax was not as vivid as the first, it

rolled in from the base of her pricker and ray outwards as her limbs

stiffened, and her affection pounded. faith kept her fingers bass inside her

lover 's pussy and whispered soft words of dear, that she had never thought

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

drag faith from between her legs by the fuzz. Finally religious belief relented and

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

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

into that high-flown slumber only lovers ever experience .