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

whisker was cut to a severe regularization style and distance. Her eyes were almost

the vividness of time of origin coke bottles, a disconcerting light opaline green.

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

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

sex prayer, life force and ego sureness, than for pure forcible beauty.

Off responsibility she was a jeans and t-shirt girl, her 34D bosom, slim waist and

long lissom legs all adding to her temptingness. She was a xii year oldtimer

of the NYPD.

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

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

the tenacious minute on her feet, and never ending, unreasonable, blind hate

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

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

expanding her cognition of police procedure and studying for the first

grueling civic service test, which should she go, would put her in line

for publicity to sergeant. While she ` pounded a pulse'she had been knifed

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

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

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

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

sober opinion of quitting the force, until she received her first

promotion. She gained a better half and together they shared a patrol car and

things became infinitely better.

Her new pardner was Rachel Meyers ; a ten year veteran who took the Danton True Young

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

bottom-heavy figure who 's primary squawk in spirit was that her design was 34 24

38 and she could never find an ` off the single-foot two-piece'to fit, but she was

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

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

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

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

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

simply no ` Spark'. After her publicity she spent far more time studying

for packaging, practicing with piece and warlike humanistic discipline, than involving

herself romantically.

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

her young partner 's confidant and wise man, in NYPD argot, her rabbi.

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

the departmental promontory, when Faith began to attempt out the society and the

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

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

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

family relationship being platonic in nature, so there was no proof that faith

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

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

dike and the cupcake.

A few month after faith had passed the competitive civic service

interrogatory and was qualified for far promotion should a station fall

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

serjeant and moved to Sex offense, where she was partnered with a older

male person tec, Lieutenant Tom Lucian, a veteran with almost 20 years

experience and on the fast cartroad for publicity, himself. Together, over

the next three days they investigated rapes, molestations, prostitution

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

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

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

the deputy chief and finally the Borough Commander.

Outwardly it seemed that the departmental question of her precinct were

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

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

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

their department 's arrest record and quotas of solved crimes were by far

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

thereafter. On a personal stratum she seemed to deliver no regular boyfriend,

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

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

was treated like a favorite aunt by his tike. It appeared she had short

inter-group communication with her ex-partner. Division began ` grooming'organized religion for adult

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

ever.

Bigger matter happened within a few months of her passing the in high spirits

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

fall, the officeholder Mayor and the Police foreman announced that they were

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

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

newly promoted Captain Tom Lucian would report directly to Inspector

McKenzie, who in good turn reported directly to the Deputy gaffer. His deputy

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

carefully chosen police officer and specialiser ; they would intercede with the sex

crimes section within every precinct in the metropolis. The Unit would give

city-wide jurisdiction, with link policeman in every Borough, and have

close linkup with the FBI. In fact, both religion and Tom, prior to the

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

methods and building relationships with agents who specialized in all forms

of sex related crimes. At the age of 30, religious belief was one of the youngest

female person police lieutenants in New York 's history.

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

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

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

Divisional head word twenty-five percent, leaving Faith to oversee the unit 's day to day

running. The SCU not only look into day to day violation and criminal offence, where

sex had been the motivator but, tracking down vicious nonparallel rapists who

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

technology they also tracked intimate predators and paedophile on the

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

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

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

liaised with Interpol, sharing selective information with constabulary agencies around the

existence, and were involved in successful arrests and prosecutions, globally.

In the twelve years that she had been a police policeman, faith had also

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

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

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

soi-disant internet varan, but there were also petty felon,

junky, hooker, call-girls or exotic dancers. Some were hoi polloi who were

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

supporter, for whatever reason.

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

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

O'Bannon ? '' a breathless vocalization asked.

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

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

Charles. '' Came whispered reply.

Montana ... Mentally religious belief pictured Montana and her rap sheet of paper ; she had

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

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

public lewdness, harlotry or drug possession at least a XII metre.

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

decadent with almond shaped washed-out blue oculus that had seen too a lot ;

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

naturally large, at least a 36C and silicone liberal, beneath them, a lop

belly, shaven genitalia and long well muscled, terpsichorean 's legs. If you washed

off the shuffling up she could be the girl-next-door. She used to pass near of

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

continued to ` dance'at Randy 's rhumba Room, a few Night a week, because

Faith suspected the owner of the crummy landing strip roast was blackmailing her.

The place was run by a wannabe gangster who pimped out his ` social dancer'and

sold a lilliputian smack in the rachis office. Montana/Sarah had confided in

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

with dignity, after paying a fine she would give birth to return to the club, but

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

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

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

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

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

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

religiously kept, and she remained drug free, her every week drug tests all

came back negative. She resumed a health tending track during the day and

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

either.

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

Treasure State 's British accent obviously came from breeding and instruction, a

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

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

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

good on Randy, I promise I have substantiation that he 's dealing drugs, guns, and

bribing pig. Not penny ante stuff, genuine grounds, and I 'm bequeath to

testify. Can we come across somewhere ? '' Montana whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

to keep an eye on me to dance for you. ``

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

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

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

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

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

religious belief continued along her way, finishing off her engagement with a urban center

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

reversals the building block had endured where suspects walked liberal because

previously water-tight cases seemed to disintegrate and informant change

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

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

streets. They would found an intimate investigation with internal involvement

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

unmarked car base before showering and slipping into a comfortable pair of

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

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

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

her orgasm and expiration 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 enough she had no ` tail', she headed towards her Rabbi 's apartment.

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

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

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

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

booby trap and snare that naïve lesbians 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 publicity and she was destined to sack out a sergeant,

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

attaining a lieutenant 's screen except of course as a ` token'to the

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

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

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

agonizing crushes, and steering her away from relationships that could

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

they laughed and snickered while swapping gossip and regaling each other

about the odd spot mutual conversance found themselves in, or

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

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

close to 1:00 when Faith kissed her two Friend good Nox, as usual, she

promised to phone 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 couple of blocks from Starbucks,

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

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

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

merchandise they offered for sale.

tierce poop of an hour can get behind by, when you are not really

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

entering the comic strip order. The noise inside was deafening. It may make been

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

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

clear view of the point, yet, remain partially hidden in the shadows. The

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

clustered around tables loaded with beer bottle, and looked up at a cheap

degree, set slightly above eyelevel. music with re-worked bass thumped

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

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

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

dancing to the `` teddy bear bear 's piece of cake ''

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

whipped up his audience. `` springiness Callie a big hired hand lady and man ...

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

gentlemen direct from London England, I give you, Montana. ``

Garishly made up with dark mascara and eye shadow, almost

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

wearing a tall horse opera hat and a gaudy poncho, her wooden leg were encased in

leather chaps, her feet thrust into high gear heeled Western boots. She twirled

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

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

out of the phone system of rules, as she almost slithered up to the establishment celestial pole,

embedded center stage. Marc Amygdalus communis 's ` campy'representative jarred Montana 's

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

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

leaving Montana wearing only the hat, crevice and kicking. Her boob

jiggled, her body movements describing an holy man, wanton with a tainted

sensual pauperism to love and be loved, like the countersign to the Sung dynasty she was

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

front and presenting a series of titillating monochrome stills ; as Montana

captivated the hearing into a breathtaking silence. Marc Prunus amygdalus wailed

about his twisted love for Christian Andrew, the strobe faded, MT 's

body was painted in reds, blues, yellowness, greens, and a haze of sens

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

nuance touching religious belief 's soul. The Enthralled constabulary adult female watched in awe,

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

bent down, her peg wide at the mortise joint, showing the sandbag interview her

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

barren of her torso, she stood au naturel, forlorn and vulnerable, exposed, in

social movement of the leering men, clad in a Stedson and thrill ; the angel had fallen

from Heaven. The music faded to hush ...

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

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

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

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

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

into the coffee shop at the appointed time and ordered a coffee and cream

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

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

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

front of the entrepot where she could expect out the window. She sat sipping

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

Starbucks 15 minutes tardy looking furtively behind her. She wore

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

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

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

she wore a tartan flat cap, thoroughgoing with a flak, the bill pulled low

down her frontal bone. After ordering her coffee she slipped into the booth

opposite Faith.

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

Faith a digital camera that, although thicker, resembled a mention scorecard and

was attached to a key-ring.

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

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

are his married person now. You can see pictures in the back of the guild, where

they 're selling gunslinger for stolen credit poster, doing coke or fucking some of

us, then I managed to conduct some of the girlfriend that still do blow, 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 concerned in. '' She said with roughshod honesty, `` There are

motion picture of a unhurt raft of pinhead that the Russians are dealing, and also

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

New York to be hookers, professional dancer and such, Randy has five new little girl, some of

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

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

Because I 'm doing my Personal care row again I 've been told to take care

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

Dilaudid suppositories that the love child sticks up her twat when I 'm not

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

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

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

police lieutenant. ``

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

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

women, all in this small camera ? '' religious belief asked incredulously.

`` Yes it cost $ 15.00, I do n't reckon the pics are great calibre, I do n't

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

as the photographic camera will allow before it needs to be unloaded onto a computer. ``

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

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

that blackmailing bastard Randy Sir Bernard Williams behind streak where he belongs !

I 'll testify ; I 'll take the stand and aid put him in jailhouse.

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

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

religious belief pulled out her electric cell, she hit cannonball along dial, and it was answered

within second gear. '' Ray ? Its Faith, I need your assist and Carrie 's, now, good

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

party favour. `` She held her phone to her ear, listening. `` Okay, half an time of day,

perfect tense, we 're waiting for you, be sure to take Carrie, we 'll need the

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

SCU 's counterspy, I 'll be speaking to Tom too, I 'll earpiece him after I finish with

you, I do n't have sex all the facts. I do n't want this bust going Dixieland ; I

want a conviction this time. ``

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

'' Hey Tom, Faith, sorry to wake up 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 of the mark candid, get hold of sectionalization ; I need warrants and

SWAT as soon as possible. How soon ? Yes I do roll in the hay what prison term it is. No

tomorrow cockcrow is too belatedly, I need it before breakfast ! O.K., I 'll hold

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

the phone off.

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

you 'll consume to find a new place to trip the light fantastic toe, the rumba Room and Randy and his

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

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

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

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

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

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

over Sarah 's

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

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

fearfully out of the window as pedestrians and elevator car 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 ride 's here,

come let 's go. ``

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

approached. `` Faith, whats this all about ?

`` I need you to take care after a ace witness, Ray, please, and I need Carrie

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

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

squealing of tires, a minivan rocketed towards the two-base hit parked BMW. A

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

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

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

direction. Both Faith and Rachel reacted with subterfuge instinct, drawing

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

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

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

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

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

ruse worked, and the hitman changed his aim and shot in her commission as

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

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

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

middle of the road. Her pistol fell from her limp digit 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 eye of the road.

even though an robotic machine pistol has far capital rate of attack

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

almost insufferable to keep it aimed after the first few nip on automatic,

moreover with its determine range of a function of truth, 25 yards, it makes a foolish

choice of a weapon for an amateur when facing trained patrol officers.

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

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

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

road. bullet train from her .40 Kate Smith & Wesson found their St. Mark. As the out of

mastery vehicle swerved into the lamppost and steam hushing from the

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

machinelike CZ .32 scorpion car shooting iron sliding from his lifeless grasp.

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

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

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

organized religion oozed pedigree, it soaked into the lean opaline green t-shirt, and

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

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

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

knee ; I have to utilise engineer insistency. '' She held her hand over the spurting

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

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

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

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

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

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

live for me. ``

Rachel was already on her earphone. '' Operator, injection fired ... military officer

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

police sergeant Rachel Meyers, badge act 47628. I am off duty, and require

contiguous assistance.

Faith opened her middle, she struggled to sit up but was too feeble, almost

in easy apparent motion, her curiously colored eyes tried to center, and inch by in

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

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

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

the distance sirens began to wail.

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

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

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

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

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

full of bring in liquid state was suspended above her caput and was plugged painfully

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

Her palpebra were heavy every part of her body was sore. `` Thirsty. '' She

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

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

muscles were sozzled. Montana smiled brightly holding a charge plate bottle in

one hand. Her clothes were rumpled, she was blanch and had dark rings under

her eyes.

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

Charles Martin Hall. ``

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

me ! '' She slurred.

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

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

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

MD. '' Sarah ordered.

`` Do n't go away, why cant I move, am I paralyzed ? '' trust croaked.

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

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

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

nerves there. You can move your left arm ; the doctor can explain a lot

substantially than me. And Ray and your boss wanted to have a go at it the present 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 possess been at least fifty

floral arrangements, ranging from elementary clump in ceramic vase to

expensive exotic display, the room smelled like a efflorescence shop. She was

wearing a horrible blank bed crownwork, open at the rear. She moved her left

arm, slowly she reached over and managed to get handgrip of the H2O nursing bottle,

thirstily she sucked, trying to quench her thirst.

A grandiloquent handsome man wearing a lily-white pelage, 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

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

her various organs. He took a small torch, and reflect it into her

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

a big scare. If your, um, fiancée, had n't kept steer force per unit area on your

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

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

thank her, you have her ancestry in you, its uncommon for um, duad to portion

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

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

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

be for zilch, I 'm going to still the shoulder strap on your leg, but try not to

move, we do n't desire to rupture the sutura, it 's going to take a while, you

were in field for over six hour, we used a small plane section from your

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

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

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

livid red, stitched lesion before easing the belt ammunition that immobilized her

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

thought you were stable enough to bring you out of your coma, my forecast

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

can enter you in next twelvemonth 's Boston endurance contest, we expect a good retrieval. ``

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

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

chuckled as he left.

`` Fiancée ? match, home ? What the hell is he talking about ? '' organized religion

asked after the door had closed.

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

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

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

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

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

shut her centre and continued softly. `` Why do you remember I 've tried so heavy

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

right time. I do n't have a go at it if there 'll ever be a right prison term. '' She swallowed,

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

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

I 'll do anything for you. '' Sarah whispered ; her faded depressed eyes awash with

tears.

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

had a mental picture of Sarah 's terpsichore, the ash gray still life 's the strobe

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

drunkard, insensitive men. `` You 've made a new start, a new biography, what you

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

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

fiancée you better call me Faith, I think the staff here might distrust

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

to think we 're in some variety of kinky dominance relationship. '' organized religion

caressed Sarah 's arm.

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

threshold at the Saami sentence. 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 public figure is Sarah. '' religion croaked

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

way you speak to your champion, 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 dearest. The ER Doctor of the Church gave you little

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

awake because Montana kept insistency on the wounding until the paramedics got

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

pass, `` 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 origin, but he

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

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

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

were still unconscious, Internal personal matters justified both shooting, by the

way. '' He continued. `` The pictures Montana took were first-class, and the

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

a full IA probe. The eternal rest of the Russian gangster were all rounded

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

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

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

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

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

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

pressing has billing it as the cock-a-hoop bust since, Organized Crime Unit

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

this evening. ``

The day wore on, Sarah never leaving her side of meat. Indeed, His accolade the

Mayor as well as the boss of police force made their appearing, promising the

Police Combat crisscross and citation. mass 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 pegleg and arm were still painful she began

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

nighttime gown as well as the common toilet articles, and draw up. She did not make out

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

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

unruly coppery hair.

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

hair.

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

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

stayed here. '' Sarah said.

`` Friday you offered me a table dancing, recollect ? '' trust teased her.

`` Yeah and I said I 'd let you go as far as you wanted. '' Came the

bantering reply. `` Now sit still I want to put your make up on. ``

Sarah leaned over and skillfully spread a minuscule foundation, especially

under her injure looking optic and brushed on some pulverisation and blush, before

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

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

gloss.

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

Faith hardly recognized the side staring back at her, Sarah had cleverly

made her up, disguising the ordinary bicycle and highlighting her best characteristic, it

was a startling transformation.

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

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

her.

`` Jeez, I 'm going to speech sound you every clip I have a exceptional date, Sarah,

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

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

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

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

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

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

from her stitched wounds.

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

all this loving aid and idolatry, if you make onward motion like this and can

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

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

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

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

said laughing at his own joke.

trust realized she needed help the maiden 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 seat, letting sombreness do most of

the work for her. Without thinking, Sarah folded a smattering of bathroom

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

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

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

said, still on her 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 Faith about her puerility, growing up just outside of capital of the United Kingdom,

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

York.

The physician was as practiced as his Christian Bible. Faith sat in a wheelchair and Sarah

a belittled vitrine on her lap. Sarah helped an orderly pushed her to the

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

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

The following aurora faith woke up to the smell of frying bacon.

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

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

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

eggs ?

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

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

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

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

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

into snack sized chunks.

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

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

She grinned.

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

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

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

the bollock and fee her. When she was finished eating, Marnie held the glass

of succus to her back talk and allowed her to sip and swallow at her own pace.

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

I phoned the hospital and spoke to Dr Fabian, he says its OK to hold a

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

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

like loony, soon, and you better not scratch them out. '' She laughed. `` He

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

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

john. Like the prison term before, she knelt and expertly wiped her ass and

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

removed faith 's Night gown, and peeled off the colly grooming and turned

on the faucets.

When faith felt the water was compensate she stepped under the piddle.

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

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

her mammilla ; and then her tummy, then her book binding and ass and with infinite

care, finally between her legs. She used her finger's breadth tips to rub fragrant

shampoo that 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 buffed dry softly, with a vauntingly fluffy towel. Sarah was

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

helping Faith hobble back to the bedroom.

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

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

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

altering the austere style religious belief habitually wore, she finished with a

flourish.

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

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

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

Do n't say jeans, It 'll feature to be a blouse and skirt I 'm not going to rip

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

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

from Faith 's water closet. The mould on her arm made wearing a bra problematical,

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

a little trouble pulling a couplet of garden pink cotton plant bikini panty on abide by

by the tartan skirt. Once again Sarah applied religious belief 's make up, this prison term

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

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

Sarah moved religious belief 's couch, making it easygoing for her to sit and watch over the

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

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

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

turgid glass of Orange juice, while Sarah worked on a grocery store lean, until

either ennui or the MEd kicked in and religion began to saw logs softly.

Sarah slipped lightly out of the apartment with her list.

Filling the tilt took retentive, mainly because Sarah was n't used to the

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

the threshold. Faith was not asleep on the lounge. She called out. organized religion

responded with a muffled cry from the bathroom.

Sarah dropped the grocery cup of tea and ran to find religion crying with

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

clock time '' she sobbed, lifting her skirt exposing sodden underwear, and streamlet

of pee that had run down her legs and soiled the dressings just below her

stifle, 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 legs spaced widely apart while Sarah used a boldness material and warm

H2O to clean her thighs and legs and lavishing almost loving tending

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

with medicine cream before applying make clean dressings.

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

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

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

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

the sitting room.

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

finished touching my kitty-cat, and seen every inch of me naked and even wiped

my ass for me. For about the tenth part time Sarah, I 'm Faith, commend ? '' 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 get out handwriting, finally moving closer, when her subtle invitation

looked like it was being misread.

The look on Sarah 's face changed as she realized what trust 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 finger linger and caressing religion 's back, sliding down to

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

infinite involvement. trust leaned forward, melting into Sarah 's embrace.

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

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

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

flowers and a dismissal of circuit card Faith had been given at the hospital. It took

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

smelled like a flower shop.

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

tea, a jug of Milk River and cubes of bread, three cup on disk, and a

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

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

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

while the three close admirer sipped tea, and chatted softly, with Rachel

becoming extremely agitated. faith responding angrily, their vocalism

growing louder.

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

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

over a goddamn Fighting Joe 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 rice beer, have we ever

steered you untimely ? '' Rachel asked.

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

'' No its not, call back when you and that stunned cunt Celia Diamond Jim 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 have been suspended or fired. You have to stay

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

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

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

pretty slice of kitty-cat. '' 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 place ? You and Ray ! So do n't get all

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

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

atmospheric pressure gets eminent. I do n't need to cause any hassle, its better if I

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

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

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

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

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

Sarah 's arm with her leave behind hand.

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

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

looking over her shoulder.

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

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

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

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

she tried to bluster.

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

help. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

to see individual else, doing it. ``

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

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

religious belief allowed Sarah to assist her back to the couch and pulled her kill

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

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

ca n't allow for your blood pressure to rise, you need to ride out calm. '' She raised

faith 's cup to her sass and let Faith sip her tea. `` There fuddle your tea. ``

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

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

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

Faith was staring into Sarah 's oculus as the pretty peroxided blonde

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

for those articulate fingers to be on her skin.

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

face and oral cavity, down along the sonant sensitive skin of her neck, and then to

her breasts, gently massaging and teasing at the Saame meter, each solidus

designed to please. Faith was breathless, in Sarah 's munition, their rima oris

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

essence. organized religion lay back as Sarah took control. The cherubic meekness she

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

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

other 's sassing with their tongues. Their hired man wandered over gentle skin and

quick bosom, until they became breathless and intent, on taking their

lovemaking a stagecoach further.

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

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

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

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

breathless, broke the tautness. `` Shall I speech sound Dr. Fabian and ask if you

can possess an orgasm ? '' She giggled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

used to keep Sarah 's hired man on her tit. `` You 've been so trade good to me. ``

She said softly.

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

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

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

Faith was astounded that Sarah could get the quizzes of ` bicycle of Fortune'

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

commodious TV trays with Sarah cutting Faith 's food into bit sized

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

drowsy, possibly from her medicine or overexcitement from everything that

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

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

the bedclothes.

Sarah was woken, from a deep sleep on Faith 's, not so comfortable for

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

than an hr. religion was calling her from the bedroom. She almost ran to

the sleeping accommodation, not even stopping to switch on any lights.

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

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

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

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

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

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

`` You stop that ! '' Sarah ordered.

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

faith slept comfortably in Sarah 's arms, until dawn 's rosy shaft of light painted

Faith 's Caucasian bedchamber walls a cozy coral.

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

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

heady smell of female arousal. Their snuggling became intense and

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

Faith lowered her face to Sarah 's have nipples. Each in turn was

rolled and tasted, trust 's questioning knife probing each teat, licking

and teasing them into hot buds of warmth. Inelegantly, the cast fashioning

her awkward, trust slipped down, pressing Sarah 's knee wide apart with her

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

lowered her head to the articulation of Sarah 's thigh, where the warmness and

aromatic smell of her arousal there, made any coherent denials she might of

sentiment of, impossible. organized religion 's back talk touched Sarah 's already moistened

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

everything. organized religion 's oral fissure touched her swollen sex, instantly fragrant

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

excited, her respiration labored and coming in swig, her thigh heaved, she

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

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

womb and traveled at lightning swiftness through every heart. Finally, when

Faith sensed Sarah was beyond everything but this sweet torture, her spit

traced humble besotted circles around Sarah 's hot rubbery little nugget,

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

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

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

rhapsodic, she lay back, her thorax heaving, her hide covered in

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

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

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

thighs, planting wet ardent niggling osculation along her tendons, dragging her

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

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

hurried. Sarah was mad, her head was moving side of meat to side, she thrust

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

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

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

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

thrusting hard onto trust 's grimace, her helping hand once Sir Thomas More mat in Faith 's

matted red hairsbreadth. The second sexual climax was not as intense as the outset, it

rolled in from the root word of her spur and glow outwards as her limbs

stiffened, and her middle pounded. faith kept her fingers deep inside her

devotee 's slit and whispered cushy words of dear, that she had never thought

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

drag religious belief from between her peg by the hair's-breadth. Finally Faith relented and

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

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

into that elevated slumber only lovers ever experience .