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 regulation manner and length. Her oculus were almost

the color of vintage coke bottles, a disconcerting weak opaline green.

She was not beautiful in the conventional common 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 forcible beauty.

Off duty she was a jeans and T-shirt girl, her 34D chest, slenderize waist and

long lithesome legs all adding to her allure. She was a twelve year warhorse

of the NYPD.

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

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

the long hours on her feet, and never ending, undue, blind hatred

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

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

expanding her cognition of police force procedure and studying for the first

grueling civil inspection and repair examination, which should she pass, would put her in line

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

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

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

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

abused, not to name being fuss upon by irate citizens. She had, had

unplayful thought process of quitting the force, until she received her first

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

thing became infinitely better.

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

charwoman under her wing. Rachel was an ` come out'lesbian, with a slightly

bottom-heavy figure who 's primary gripe in life was that her figure of speech was 34 24

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

happily involved with a senior helper territory attorney, and never once

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

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

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

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

simply no ` spark'. After her promotion she spent far more than clip studying

for promotional material, practicing with piece and martial arts, than involving

herself romantically.

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

her Edward Young pardner 's confidant and mentor, in NYPD slang, her rabbi.

In subtle manner Faith began to emulate Rachel, so it came as no surprisal to

the departmental psyche, when trust began to seek out the company and the

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

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

partner 's influence rather than Faith 's own selection, all her new

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

dyke and the cupcake.

A few months after Faith had passed the militant civil service

examen and was qualified for further advancement should a post fall

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

sergeant and moved to Sex criminal offense, where she was partnered with a fourth-year

male tec, deputy Tom Lucian, a veteran with almost twenty dollar bill years

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

the future three years they investigated colza, molestations, prostitution

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

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

arrested a crimson sequential rapist, she had come to the notice of the insistence,

the deputy top dog and finally the Borough Commander.

Outwardly it seemed that the departmental heads of her precinct were

rightfield in their appraisal 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 lick crimes were by far

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

thereafter. On a personal level she seemed to hold no regular boyfriend,

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

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

was treated like a best-loved auntie by his kids. It appeared she had little

contact lens with her ex-partner. Division began ` grooming'religion for bigger

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

ever.

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

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

surrender, the incumbent Mayor and the police Chief announced that they were

going to restructure the way law-breaking were being fought in the metropolis. Among

the many alteration, new naval division was being formed to palm sex criminal offence, and

newly promoted Captain Tom Lucian would report directly to examiner

McKenzie, who in number reported directly to the Deputy Chief. His deputy sheriff

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

carefully chosen military officer and specialists ; they would liaise with the sex

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

city-wide legal power, with contact policeman in every Borough, and have

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

mayor 's announcement had spent three calendar month at Quantico studying FBI

methods and building relationships with federal agent who specialized in all signifier

of sex related offence. At the age of 30, Faith was one of the untried

female police force deputy in New House of York 's history.

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

was about the only hope the politico kept, and was a success from

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

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

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

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

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

engineering they also tracked sexual predators and pedophile on the

internet. Computer wheeler dealer monitored ` chat rooms'and lured electronic

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

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

liaised with Interpol, sharing data with police agencies around the

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

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

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

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

concierges, others were refer citizens or anti-pornography group or

soi-disant cyberspace monitors, but there were also small-minded criminals,

addicts, Hooker, call-girls or exotic social dancer. Some were people who were

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

assistance, for whatever reason.

One of these witness called organized religion on her cellular earphone, late in the

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

O'Bannon ? '' a breathless vox asked.

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

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

Charles. '' Came whispered reply.

MT ... Mentally faith pictured Treasure State and her rap sheet ; she had

arrested the woman about a year ago for harlotry. Real epithet Sarah

Wallace, a.k.a. MT : Emigrated from British capital England 2002.Arrested for

public lewdness, prostitution or drug self-control at least a dozen times.

She was in her later 20 's, with a side of a corrupted saint. guiltless yet

decadent with Prunus amygdalus shaped washed-out blue-blooded eyes that had seen too much ;

long bleached blonde tomentum that hung down her spine. Her boob were

naturally bombastic, at to the lowest degree a 36C and silicone devoid, beneath them, a trim

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

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

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

continued to ` dance'at Randy 's rumba elbow room, a few night a calendar week, because

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

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

sold a piffling relish in the back place. Montana/Sarah had confided in

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

with dignity, after paying a fine she would have got to retort to the club, but

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

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

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

but nothing yet that had been substantial 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 meeting and fitting was

religiously kept, and she remained drug justify, her hebdomadal drug tests all

came back damaging. She resumed a health care track during the day and

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

either.

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

MT 's British speech pattern obviously came from procreation and education, a

far cry from the seedy funnies 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 better than I deserve, this sentence, this metre I 've got the

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

bribing cops. Not penny ante stuff, real grounds, and I 'm willing to

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

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

`` I 'm dancing the belatedly chemise ; you can always sway 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 spread out all night on Bleecker

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

to watch me to dance for you. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

reversals the Unit had endured where suspect walked relinquish because

previously water-tight cases seemed to disintegrate and spectator change

their testimony on the stand. They agreed that someone within their Unit

was supplying entropy to the malefactor they were trying to get off the

streets. They would establish an interior investigation with internal affairs

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

unmarked car domicile before showering and slipping into a well-heeled pair of

dungaree and nacreous green tee shirt that matched the unusual hue of her eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

place where the Danton True Young police force officer could truly unwind and be in the

company of people who shared her sexual preferences. She had skillfully

helped navigate organized religion 's raise from the ranks, carefully guiding her past the

pitfalls and traps that naïve gay woman like herself had fallen target to when

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

there would be no big forwarding and she was destined to crawl in a police sergeant,

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

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

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

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

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

agonizing crushes, and steering her away from relationships that could

stake her calling, keeping her on track, professionally. They were

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

sister, a little sister whose sexual orientation they 'd ward to the grave.

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

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

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

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

they laughed and snickered while swapping gabfest and regaling each other

about the odd situation mutual friend found themselves in, or

giggled, while reliving some of the cockamamie incidents involving mute ` perps'

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

close to 1:00 when organized religion kissed her two Quaker good night, as common, she

promised to phone them first and let them recognize if she ever was in any

trouble.

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

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

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

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

never seemed to bide give for longsighted than a week, depending on the

ware they offered for sale.

trine quarters of an 60 minutes can hale by, when you are not really

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

entering the strip club. The noise interior was deafening. It may have been

a lovesome eve outside, but inside the seedy social club, it was sweltering, organized religion

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

top view of the stage, yet, remain partially hidden in the shadows. The

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

whipped up his audience. `` give Callie a big hand Lady and gentleman's gentleman ...

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

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

Garishly made up with coloured mascara and eye shadow, almost

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

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

leather crevice, her fundament thrust into highschool heeled western boots. She twirled

on the level, the poncho lifted shank high, displaying, from behind, her

well muscled legs and naked slender ass. Soft jail cell 's `` Tainted dearest '' thumped

out of the speech sound system, as she almost slithered up to the brass terminal,

embedded plaza level. Marc Almond 's ` campy'voice jarred Treasure State 's

natural process ; 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, chaps and boots. Her breasts

jiggled, her physical structure motion describing an Angel Falls, wanton with a tainted

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

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

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

captivated the audience into a breathless quiet. Marc Almond wailed

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

torso was painted in reds, vapors, yellows, greens, and a haze of smoke

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

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

her throat dry, as the music began to build up to its last and MT

bent down, her peg wide at the ankles, showing the stunned audience her

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

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

movement of the leering men, clad in a Stedson and iron boot ; the backer had fallen

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

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

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

tag end, she almost staggered from the pungent bar, and into the congenator

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

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

into the umber store at the appointed time and ordered a coffee and emollient

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

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

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

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

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

Starbucks 15 minutes previous looking furtively behind her. She wore

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

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

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

she wore a tartan categoric cap, complete with a pom-pom, the peak pulled low

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

opposite Faith.

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

Faith a digital camera that, although thicker, resembled a cite card and

was attached to a key-ring.

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

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

are his better half now. You can see moving-picture show in the back of the club, where

they 're selling gunman for stolen credit cards, doing Coke or fucking some of

us, then I managed to postulate some of the missy that still do bluster, 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 interested in. '' She said with fell honesty, `` There are

characterisation of a unharmed mickle of dope that the Russians are dealing, and also

some moving picture of illegal Russian girls Randy and the Russians smuggled into

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

them ca n't even speak side, one of the Russian buster, Serge, beat the

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

Because I 'm doing my Personal care form again I 've been told to seem

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

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

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

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

her, I 've got photograph of that too. It 's not powerful ! You have to block up them

deputy. ``

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

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

women, all in this fiddling photographic camera ? '' Faith asked incredulously.

`` Yes it cost $ 15.00, I do n't suppose the pic are bang-up calibre, I do n't

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

as the television camera will countenance before it needs to be unloaded onto a calculator. ``

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

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

that blackmailing bastard Randy Thomas Lanier Williams behind bars where he belongs !

I 'll testify ; I 'll bring the point of view and help oneself put him in jail.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you, I do n't know all the facts. I do n't require this bust going Confederate States ; I

want a conviction this time. ``

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

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

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

we are gon na wear out this all-encompassing open, get hold of division ; I need warrant and

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

tomorrow dayspring is too late, I need it before breakfast ! Okay, I 'll contain

you to that ; I 'll match you at the bureau 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 place to trip the light fantastic toe, the Rumba room and Randy and his

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

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

anything find to you, until I can set up something more perm for

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

and I are gon na get frying Randy Hiram King Williams and his Russian gangster crony 's

asses ! tope your coffee, its getting low temperature. '' She smiled, closing her hand

over Sarah 's

Both women sipped their java, waiting silently. faith glanced at her

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

fearfully out of the window as pedestrians and railway car drove by.

It seemed to be an timelessness 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 threshold as they

approached. `` Faith, whats this all about ?

`` I need you to reckon after a asterisk watcher, Ray, please, and I need Carrie

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

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

squealing of tires, a minivan rocketed towards the double park BMW. A

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

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

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

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

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

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

religion pushed Sarah safely to the terra firma almost underneath the car before

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

firing. She aimed at the number one wood of the minivan and started shooting. Her

ruse worked, and the gunman changed his aim and snap in her steering as

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

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

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

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

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

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

Even though an automatic machine handgun has far enceinte rate of fire

than semi-automatic handgun, its charge per unit of fire is also its drawback, as it is

almost inconceivable to keep it aimed after the foremost few slam on reflexive,

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

option of a arm for an amateur when facing trained patrol policeman.

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

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

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

route. bullet from her .40 Smith & Wesson found their marking. As the out of

ascendency vehicle swerved into the lamppost and steam hushing from the

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

reflex CZ .32 Scorpion motorcar pistol sliding from his lifeless grasp.

There was a bit of sandbag silence, followed by a blare of car

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

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

trust oozed rake, it soaked into the skimpy opaline putting green tee shirt, and

through the blue jean of her jean, pooling on the tar road. Her eye were

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

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

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

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

need to produce a tourniquet, we have to stem the period or she 'll hemorrhage out in

to a lesser extent than 5 mo. I 'm not qualified to do Sir Thomas More, she said while wrapping

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

tended to substantial fasting ! '' She shouted to Rachel, before screaming at religious belief,

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

live for me. ``

Rachel was already on her earphone. '' operator, Shots fired ... Officer

down ... I repeat police officer down ... recess Bleecker and Jacques Charles ; this is

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

immediate assistance.

faith opened her eye, she struggled to sit up but was too weak, almost

in decelerate apparent movement, her curiously colored oculus tried to concenter, and inch by inch

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

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

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

the distance sirens began to wail.

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

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

and silent, she could hear herself breathing, and she could smell out her pulse

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

The ceiling tiles were Elwyn Brooks White, the bed difficult. She hurt. A fictile bag

full of decipherable liquid was suspended above her psyche and was plugged painfully

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

Her eyelids were heavy every piece of her eubstance was sore. `` Thirsty. '' She

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

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

muscles were blind drunk. Treasure State smiled brightly holding a credit card bottle in

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

her eyes.

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

vestibule. ``

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

me ! '' She slurred.

`` You 're in Hospital. You were shot, do you think of, Friday night,

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

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

doctor. '' Sarah ordered.

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

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

nicked the bone above your cubitus, so your mightily 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 strike your give arm ; the medico can explain a lot

ripe than me. And Ray and your honcho wanted to have intercourse the present moment you woke

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

walking to the door.

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

floral placement, ranging from childlike bunches in ceramic vases to

expensive alien displays, the way smelled like a flower store. She was

wearing a ugly white bed jacket crown, assailable at the backbone. She moved her left

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

thirstily she sucked, trying to allay her thirst.

A improbable 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 diverse harmonium. He took a small torch, and shone it into her

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

a big panic. If your, um, fiancée, had n't kept take imperativeness on your

ruptured femoral arterial blood vessel, you would stimulate died, it was a maledict undecomposed thing

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

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

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

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

`` We need to keep you still for a patch, I do n't want all my strong employment to

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

move, we do n't need to bust the sutura, it 's going to make a patch, you

were in field of operations for over six hours, we used a minor segment from your

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

both stage 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 wounds before easing the knock that immobilized her

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

thought you were horse barn enough to work you out of your coma, my forecast

is that you 'll be you 're your animal foot for a day or so, but, your protagonist here,

can enter you in future year 's Bean Town Marathon, we expect a full convalescence. ``

He grinned. `` I 'll pull up stakes you missy to chitchat, but do n't exhaust her out, Ms

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

chuckled as he left.

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

asked after the doorway had closed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

or bonk 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 puritanic oculus awash with

tears.

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

had a mental picture of Sarah 's saltation, the silver still aliveness 's the strobe light

captured, the close, where she stood alone, bare and exposed, in front end of

drunk, 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, understand ? If you 're my

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

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

to call back we 're in some variety of kinky dominance human relationship. '' Faith

caressed Sarah 's arm.

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

threshold at the Lapplander clip. They spoke together. `` We 've just spoken to the

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

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

`` damn it Ray, her name is Sarah. '' religion croaked

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

way you speak to your booster, 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 kidskin send their love. The ER doc gave you little

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

live because Montana kept air pressure on the combat injury until the paramedic got

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

header, `` MT would n't let him make 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 just as new in a few workweek. Now do n't vex about the

unit of measurement, we 've got it covered, I have seconded serjeant-at-law Meyers, here, to fill

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the belated mister Randy Sir Bernard Williams. The mayor has cited you for fearlessness, so

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

jam has billing it as the biggest binge since, Organized criminal offence Unit

arrested Tony treble. Oh, yeah, Dana and the tyke will probably miss by

this even. ``

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

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

constabulary Combat Cross and credit. the great unwashed organized religion hardly remembered stopped

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

snoring softly, while Sarah watched over her.

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

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

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

night gown as well as the usual toiletries, and take up. She did not jazz

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

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

robustious coppery hair.

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

hair.

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

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

stayed here. '' Sarah said.

`` Friday you offered me a table dance, remember ? '' religion 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 foundation, especially

under her hurt looking heart and brushed on some powder and rosiness, before

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

darker light-green eyeliner and finishing off with a subtle shade of precious coral lip

gloss.

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

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

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

was a startling transformation.

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

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

her.

`` Jeez, I 'm going to phone you every time I have a special engagement, 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, snag in her eyes.

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

his affected role, his stethoscope already plugged into his ears as he sat down

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

from her stitched wounds.

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

all this loving tending and cultism, if you make onward motion like this and can

walk around by the sentence I do beat, this afternoon '' he said, slinging his

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

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

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

said laughing at his own joke.

religion realized she needed supporter the low gear meter she used the john.

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

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

the work for her. Without thinking, Sarah folded a handful of toilet

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

metrical foot. She threw the bemire wad into the bowl before kneeling and using

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

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

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

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

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

not mentioning her downhill sliding board to finally ending up in the toilet of New

York.

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

a pocket-sized instance on her lap. Sarah helped an orderly pushed her to the

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

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

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

'' Sarah poked her read/write head in the door, `` You had nothing to eat conclusion night, and

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

and stuff at the convenience store on the quoin, 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 street corner of the bed placing the tray on Faith 's lap. The plate

was heaped with Roger Bacon, fried testis and toast, and a large looking glass of orange

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

into bite sized chunks.

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

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

She grinned.

Faith successfully guided the fork laden with bacon to her oral fissure ; she

chewed, and stabbed at more Viscount St. Albans, but was totally inept at spearing the

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

the nut and fertilize her. When she was finished eating, Marnie held the glass

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

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

I phoned the hospital and spoke to Dr Fabian, he says its okay to take a

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

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

like crazy, soon, and you better not itch them out. '' She laughed. `` He

reminded me that you need to drink in a lot of liquid state. ``

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

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

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

removed Faith 's night nightie, and peeled off the soiled fertilization and turned

on the faucets.

When religious belief felt the water was mightily she stepped under the water.

Sarah 's hands were patrician ; she rubbed goop where she could, her fingers

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

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

fear, finally between her stage. She used her finger pourboire to rub fragrant

shampoo that religious belief had never seen before, into her tomentum. Afterwards she

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

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

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

helping religious belief limp back to the bedroom.

Sarah seated her before the sleeping accommodation mirror and began brushing her wet

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

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

altering the stern manner Faith habitually wore, she finished with a

flourish.

`` There you are, like it ? '' She asked. trust put down the glassful of piss

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

`` What would you like to wear, a dark attire again or pattern clothes ?

Do n't say jeans, It 'll have to be a blouse and skirt I 'm not going to get out

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

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

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

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

a little trouble pulling a yoke of tap cotton plant bikini panties on followed

by the tartan chick. Once again Sarah applied Faith 's make up, this meter

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

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

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

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

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

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

enceinte glass of orange juice, while Sarah worked on a food market list, until

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

Sarah slipped lightly out of the apartment with her list.

Filling the listing took thirster, mainly because Sarah was n't used to the

supermarket near Faith 's flat. She hurried up the stairs and unlocked

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

responded with a softened cry from the bathroom.

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

frustration and ignominy in the privy. `` I could n't displume my scanty down in

sentence '' she sobbed, lifting her skirt exposing soppy underwear, and rivulets

of urine that had run down her peg and soiled the fertilisation just below her

knees, and pooled on the bathroom floor.

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

wet scanty down, and drawing them off one leg at a clip. Silently organized religion

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

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

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

with medicated cream before applying clean dressings.

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

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

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

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

the sitting room.

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

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

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

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

and feeling each other 's warmth. She brushed her fuzz away from her boldness

with her leftover 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 religion was offering

her, sunk in. '' I knew you are attracted to me, from the day you arrested

me ! You are a sapphic, I knew it ! You are just like me, we disguise it

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

and letting her fingerbreadth linger and caressing organized religion 's vertebral column, sliding down to

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

smelled like a efflorescence shop.

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

tea, a jug of milk and cubes of clams, three cups on disk, and a

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

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

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

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

becoming extremely agitated. Faith responding angrily, their interpreter

growing louder.

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

fucking whore for God 's sake ! Are you will to sacrifice your career

over a goddamn hooker ? '' She hissed.

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

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

steered you ill-timed ? '' Rachel asked.

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

'' No its not, remember when you and that stunned slit Celia Diamond Jim were in

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

neck out for you, you would take in been suspended or fired. You have to stay

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

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

peg, Faith. 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 recognize Celia was an addict either Carrie. And who

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

` holier than 1000'on me. '' organized religion said, attacking from a different angle.

Sarah grew red. `` You ca n't discomfit faith, it 's grave if her blood

pressing gets high. I do n't want to cause any trouble, its skillful if I

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

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

like a viper and hiss. `` At the import I do n't want to even take a leak without

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

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

Sarah 's arm with her exit hand.

'' I do n't require 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 attorney, managed to still both women down and

facilitate the situation. She spoke softly to a flushed and tempestuous Rachel.

'' Honey, this is n't the right time, or property, do n't push it. It 's religion 's

choice. lead 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 unseasonable, please, it 's not her spot

to separate organized religion what to do, especially in her own star sign. '' She took Rachel 's

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

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

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

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

to see mortal else, doing it. ``

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

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

Faith allowed Sarah to assist her backrest to the couch and pulled her down

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

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

ca n't permit your blood pressure level to rise, you need to stay put calm. '' She raised

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

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

became apparent to them that the two cleaning lady on the couch were unmindful to

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

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

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

for those enounce fingerbreadth to be on her skin.

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

facial expression and back talk, down along the soft raw pelt of her neck opening, and then to

her breasts, gently massaging and teasing at the Lapp sentence, each stroke

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

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

gist. religion lay back as Sarah took control condition. The odoriferous 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 lenient peel and

strong breasts, until they became breathless and intent, on taking their

lovemaking a stage further.

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

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

pressing faith 's breasts back with the ribbon of her hand.

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

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

can let an orgasm ? '' She giggled.

religion, thwarted and angry at Sarah 's rejection, she was stuffy to weeping

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

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

face ; I told you fille Alfred Russel Wallace, no guile until her stitches are out. ``

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

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

used to celebrate Sarah 's handwriting on her bosom. `` You 've been so sound to me. ``

She said softly.

The afternoon melted into eve, Sarah 's laugh and unusual sense of

witticism kept Faith enthralled. As evening drew closer, they sat close

together on the settle munching biscuit and collation while watching TV.

organized religion was astounded that Sarah could get the quizzes of ` Wheel of luck'

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

convenient TV trays with Sarah cutting organized religion 's nutrient into sharpness sized

portions, before eating her own. Not long after they 'd eaten, organized religion 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 deep rest on trust 's, not so comfortable for

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

than an time of day. Faith was calling her from the chamber. She almost ran to

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

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

`` Why do n't you want to catch some Z's with me ? '' Faith asked in a small voice.

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

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

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

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

`` You stop that ! '' Sarah ordered.

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

Faith slept comfortably in Sarah 's arms, until dawn 's rosy rays painted

faith 's white bedroom walls a tea cozy coral.

Their respectable sunup kiss was yearn and languid ; they lay in each former 's

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

rash perfume of distaff arousal. Their kissing became vivid and

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

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

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

and teasing them into hot buds of cacoethes. Inelegantly, the hurl qualification

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

invertebrate foot, until she was crouching between Sarah 's widespread human knee. She

lowered her chief to the junction of Sarah 's second joint, where the warmth and

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

thought of, unimaginable. faith 's oral cavity touched Sarah 's already moistened

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

everything. Faith 's mouth touched her self-conceited sex, instantly fragrant

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

taking Sarah 's odoriferous offering with warmth. Her talented tongue delved

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

noisily, exciting Sarah, titillating her in seraphic turn over torture by

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

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

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

excited, her breathing labored and coming in gulps, her second joint heaved, she

poke upwards uncaring, her middle shut, her toes curled, her middle pumping

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

womb and traveled at lightning hurrying through every brass. Finally, when

Faith sensed Sarah was beyond everything but this sweet torturing, her tongue

traced minuscule sozzled dress circle around Sarah 's hot rubbery piddling nugget,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

thighs, planting wet warm little candy kiss along her tendons, dragging her

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

tension began to climb on once again, this time however faith refused to be

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

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

her, this time she pressed two finger's breadth into Sarah 's cloying heat,

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

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

thrusting hard onto Faith 's typeface, her manus once Sir Thomas More entangled in religious belief 's

matted red hair. The second sexual climax was not as intense as the first-class honours degree, it

rolled in from the stand of her sticker and radiated outwards as her limbs

stiffened, and her tenderness pounded. organized religion kept her fingers abstruse inside her

lover 's kitty-cat and whispered soft words of honey, that she had never thought

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

drag faith from between her legs by the hair. Finally organized religion relented and

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

at one and other, their motility limited to delicate caresses, they drifted

into that rarefied slumber only lovers ever experience .