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

hair was cut to a severe regularization way and distance. Her heart were almost

the colouration of time of origin blow bottleful, a disconcerting light opaline green.

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

untempting, either ; if she stood out in a crew, it was more because of

sex appeal, vital force and ego confidence, than for pure forcible beauty.

Off duty she was a jeans and tee shirt miss, her 34D breast, slim waist and

long supple legs all adding to her temptingness. She was a twelve year veteran

of the NYPD.

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

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

the yearn hours on her feet, and never ending, excessive, blind hatred

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

first two eld she kept mostly to herself, spending her discharge fourth dimension

expanding her cognition of police procedure and studying for the first

grueling civil service exam, which should she pass, would put her in telephone line

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

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

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

rescued hissing, scratching and biting big cat from trees or being verbally

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

severe thought of quitting the force, until she received her first

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

things became infinitely better.

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

woman under her wing. Rachel was an ` out'tribade, with a slightly

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

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

happily involved with a elder helper territorial dominion lawyer, and never once

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

for more than half her male workfellow. 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 camaraderie, there was

simply no ` twinkle'. After her promotion she spent far more time studying

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

herself romantically.

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

her Pres Young partner 's confidant and mentor, in NYPD vernacular, her rabbi.

In subtle elbow room faith began to emulate Rachel, so it came as no surprise to

the departmental pass, when Faith began to assay out the company and the

friendly relationship of the female person within and outside the precinct, before again

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

cooperator 's influence rather than Faith 's own pick, all her new

relationships being Platonic in nature, so there was no proof that organized religion

had ` crossed the personal credit line'sexually, and it was merely precinct gab that

persisted the three class Rachel and religious belief were teamed up together, the

dyke and the cupcake.

A few month after religion had passed the private-enterprise polite service

examinations and was qualified for encourage promotion should a post gloam

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

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

male investigator, Lieutenant Tom Lucian, a veteran with almost xx years

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

the future three years they investigated rapes, molestations, prostitution

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

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

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

the deputy chiefs and finally the Borough Commander.

Outwardly it seemed that the departmental heads of her precinct were

rightfulness in their assessment that Faith had briefly been under Rachel 's

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

in her later appointment, she and Tom worked well together, within a yr

their department 's check record and quotas of work crimes were by far

the unspoiled in the division, if not the metropolis. A berth they maintained

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

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

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

was treated like a favorite auntie by his kidskin. It appeared she had little

physical contact with her ex-partner. Division began ` grooming'Faith for grownup

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

ever.

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

polite service technique exam. With a brood mayoral election due in the

fall, the incumbent city manager and the constabulary Chief announced that they were

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

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

newly promoted Captain Tom Lucian would report directly to inspector

McKenzie, who in crook reported directly to the Deputy foreman. His deputy

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

carefully chosen officers and specialiser ; they would intermediate with the sex

crimes departments within every precinct in the city. The unit would consume

city-wide legal power, with affaire officers in every Borough, and have

close radio link with the FBI. In fact, both faith and Tom, prior to the

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

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

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

distaff constabulary police lieutenant in New York 's history.

The Mayor was re-elected, the Sex crime whole or SCU as it became known,

was about the only promise the politician kept, and was a winner from

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

Divisional promontory Quarters, leaving religion to supervise the unit 's day to day

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

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

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

applied science they also tracked sexual predators and pedophile on the

net. computing device operators monitored ` chat rooms'and lured electronic

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

with ` sting surgical process'and back-tracing their IP speech. They also

liaised with Interpol, sharing information with police bureau around the

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

In the twelve class that she had been a police ship's officer, Faith had also

built up a boastfully net of informant, both paid, and volunteer. These

informant came from many diverse property ; some were merely appal hotel

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

self-styled internet monitoring device, but there were also petty criminals,

addicts, hookers, call-girls or alien dancer. Some were people who were

or had been victims of the law-breaking she had investigated and were uncoerced to

supporter, for whatever reason.

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

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

O'Bannon ? '' a breathtaking voice asked.

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

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

Charles II. '' Came whispered reply.

MT ... Mentally Faith pictured Montana and her rap sheet ; she had

arrested the cleaning lady about a year ago for prostitution. rattling epithet Sarah

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

world salacity, prostitution or drug possession at least a dozen times.

She was in her late 20 's, with a human face of a pervert angel. barren yet

decadent with almond shaped washed-out blue center that had seen too a good deal ;

long bleached blonde hair's-breadth that hung down her spine. Her breasts were

naturally large, at least a 36C and silicone free, beneath them, a cut down

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

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

her money on cocaine until religious belief arrested her. On being released she

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

organized religion suspected the owner of the cheap strip marijuana cigarette was blackmailing her.

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

sold a slight skag in the back office. Montana/Sarah had confided in

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

with lordliness, after paying a fine she would have to return to the order, but

would be will to act as an squealer for her. She had given faith many

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

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

but nil 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 confluence and appointment was

religiously kept, and she remained drug disembarrass, her hebdomadally drug tests all

came back negative. She resumed a health precaution course during the day and

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

either.

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

MT 's British accent obviously came from breeding and education, a

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

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

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

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

bribing copper. Not centime ante hooey, real evidence, and I 'm leave to

testify. Can we meet somewhere ? '' Treasure State whispered.

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

`` I 'm dancing the former chemise ; you can always drop by the nightspot 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 subject all night on Bleecker

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

to see me to dance for you. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

reversals the building block had endured where defendant walked free because

previously water-tight cases seemed to disintegrate and witnesses change

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

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

streets. They would launch an home investigation with internal affairs

help in the sunup. She logging off, driving home in her official

unmarked car abode before showering and slipping into a well-situated duet of

dungaree and opaline green jersey that matched the unusual hue of her eyes.

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

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

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

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

sure she had no ` ass', she headed towards her Rabbi 's apartment.

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

place where the offspring police officer could truly loosen up and be in the

company of the great unwashed who shared her intimate preferences. She had skillfully

helped voyage religion 's procession from the ranks, carefully guiding her past the

pitfalls and yap that naïve lesbians like herself had fallen quarry to when

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

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

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

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

gay-lesbian community. Carrie, her devotee for the yesteryear 9 geezerhood was equally

plateau-ed in her job as a elder supporter district attorney. Together

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

agonizing crushes, and steering her away from relationships that could

jeopardize her career, keeping her on caterpillar tread, professionally. They were

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

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

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

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

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

aspect from the ADA 's position and Rachel 's level-headed advice. After that

they laughed and snickered while swapping tittle-tattle and regaling each other

about the odd situations reciprocal acquaintances found themselves in, or

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

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

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

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

trouble.

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

and masses, religious belief found a parking speckle a mates 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 designer labels in boutiques that

never seemed to outride receptive for longer than a week, depending on the

merchandise they offered for sale.

trinity fourth of an minute can drag by, when you are not really

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

entering the striptease lodge. The noise inside was deafening. It may take been

a warm evening outside, but inside the seedy club, it was sweltering, Faith

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

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

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

clustered around tables loaded with beer feeding bottle, and looked up at a moth-eaten

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

through enormous speakers set in every quoin, A pallid blonde gyrated to

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

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

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

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

whipped up his audience. `` Give Callie a big hand dame and Gentlemen ...

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

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

Garishly made up with dark mascara and eye vestige, almost

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

wearing a magniloquent western hat and a gaudy poncho, her stage were encased in

leather fellow, her understructure thrust into richly heeled western bang. She twirled

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

well muscled pegleg and bare supple ass. Soft Cell 's `` Tainted love '' thumped

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

embedded inwardness stage. Marc almond 's ` campy'voice jarred MT 's

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

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

leaving Montana wearing only the hat, crack and boots. Her white meat

jiggled, her physical structure movements describing an saint, wanton with a tainted

sensual need to enjoy and be loved, like the words to the Sung she was

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

move and presenting a serial publication of titillating monochrome stillness ; as Montana

captivated the audience into a breathless muteness. Marc Almond wailed

about his convolute sexual love for christian Andrews, the strobe light faded, Treasure State 's

body was painted in reds, blue devils, yellowness, putting green, and a haze of smoke

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

subtlety touching religious belief 's soul. The enthrall law woman watched in awe,

her throat dry, as the music began to ramp up up to its finale and Treasure State

bent down, her pegleg wide of the mark at the ankle joint, showing the out audience her

beautiful behind, and keen privates. The bloke were cunningly pulled

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

front of the leering men, clad in a Stedson and boots ; the backer had fallen

from promised land. The music faded to hush ...

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

she was angry, so make out tempestuous she wanted to rip every man in the bar to

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

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

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

into the coffee bean store at the ordained prison term and ordered a coffee and ointment

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

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

shop was a hive of body process, she found a Booth close to the door, in the

nominal head of the memory where she could look out the window. She sat sipping

her java and keeping an eye out for her informant. MT hurried into

Starbucks 15 minutes of late looking furtively behind her. She wore

nondescript jean, and a cast concealing blouse, her aspect was scrubbed

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

flaxen hair was woven into a thick-skulled French braiding that hung down her back,

she wore a tartan vapid cap, complete with a flak, the apex pulled low

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

opposite Faith.

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

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

was attached to a key-ring.

`` Whats this about MT ? '' faith asked taking the camera.

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

are his partners now. You can see motion picture in the back of the club, where

they 're selling shooter for stolen recognition bill of fare, doing Coca Cola or fucking some of

us, then I managed to take some of the miss that still do squander, doing one

of your bull, 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 cruel honesty, `` There are

pictures of a whole stack of locoweed that the Russians are dealing, and also

some pictures of illegal Russian fille Randy and the Russians smuggled into

New York to be hookers, dancers and such, Randy has five new fille, some of

them ca n't even speak English, one of the Russian dandy, Serge, beat the

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

Because I 'm doing my Personal charge course again I 've been told to see

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

hydromorphone suppositories that the bastards sticks up her puss when I 'm not

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

my lecturers find out. When she 's stoned they let johns in back, to have it away

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

Lieutenant. ``

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

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

womanhood, all in this footling camera ? '' Faith asked incredulously.

`` Yes it cost $ 15.00, I do n't hypothecate the movie are great timber, I do n't

have a figurer to hold back what they look like but I 've taken as many scene

as the camera will permit before it needs to be unloaded onto a computing device. ``

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 Williams behind saloon where he belongs !

I 'll evidence ; I 'll take the base and avail put him in jail.

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

shuffling him their squawk. '' She spat, weeping flowing down her cheeks.

religion pulled out her electric cell, she hit speed dial, and it was answered

within mo. '' Ray ? Its Faith, I need your aid and Carrie 's, now, decently

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

favor. `` She held her telephone to her ear, listening. `` OK, half an 60 minutes,

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

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

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

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

want a conviction this time. ``

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

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

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

we are gon na bust this wide heart-to-heart, get keep of division ; I need stock-purchase warrant and

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

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

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

the phone off.

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

you 'll have to recover a new place to trip the light fantastic toe, the Rumba Room and Randy and his

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

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

anything happen 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 boss

and I are gon na begin frying Randy Williams and his Russian mobster pal 's

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

over Sarah 's

Both char sipped their coffees, waiting silently. religious belief glanced at her

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

fearfully out of the window as pedestrian and gondola 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 door as they

approached. `` religion, whats this all about ?

`` I need you to look after a star attestator, Ray, please, and I need Carrie

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

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

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

man leaned out of the sliding door and began firing an machine rifle arm at

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

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

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

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

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

organized religion pushed Sarah safely to the dry land almost underneath the car before

moving out into the middle of the route in an attempt to get out the gunslinger 's

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

artifice worked, and the gunman changed his aim and shot in her focussing as

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

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

instantly numb, and she was dispose backwards at to the lowest degree 3 feet, 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 middle of the road.

Even though an reflex machine pistol has far greater pace of fervour

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

almost inconceivable to keep it aimed after the for the first time few snap on robotic,

moreover with its limit orbit of accuracy, 25 thou, it makes a foolish

choice of a weapon for an amateur when cladding trained police ship's officer.

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

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

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

route. bullet train from her .40 Ian Douglas Smith & Wesson found their Saint Mark. As the out of

mastery vehicle swerved into the lamppost and steam hiss from the

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

automatic CZ .32 Scorpion auto shooting iron sliding from his lifeless grasp.

There was a second of astonished quiet, followed by a cacophony of car

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

need to spend a penny a tourniquet, we have to stem the stream or she 'll bleed out in

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

her belted ammunition around the top of religious belief 's stifle, get clutch of 911, this needs to be

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

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

live for me. ``

Rachel was already on her phone. '' Operator, shooter fired ... officeholder

Down ... I repeat police officer down ... niche Bleecker and Charlemagne ; 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 tiresome motion, her curiously colored eyes tried to focus, and in by inch

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

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

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

the distance sirens began to wail.

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

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

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

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

The ceiling tile were white, the bed toilsome. She hurt. A charge plate bag

full-of-the-moon of discharge liquidity was suspended above her point and was plugged painfully

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

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

mumbled. Almost instantly a charge plate tube was pushed into her mouth, nerveless

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

muscle were squiffy. Montana smiled brightly holding a plastic bottle in

one manus. Her clothes were rumpled, she was wan and had dark rings under

her eyes.

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

Granville Stanley Hall. ``

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

me ! '' She slurred.

`` You 're in hospital. You were shot, do you think back, Friday night,

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

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

doc. '' Sarah ordered.

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

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

nicked the bone above your human elbow, so your rectify arm is immobilized in a

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

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

better than me. And Ray and your genus Bos wanted to know the moment you woke

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

walking to the door.

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

flowered arranging, ranging from simple bunches in ceramic vases to

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

wearing a horrifying Elwyn Brooks White bed crownwork, overt at the back. She moved her left

arm, slowly she reached over and managed to get grip of the weewee bottle,

thirstily she sucked, trying to quench her thirst.

A improbable handsome man wearing a ovalbumin 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 respective organs. He took a small torch, and shone it into her

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

a big panic. If your, um, fiancée, had n't kept channelize pressure sensation on your

ruptured femoral arteria, you would have died, it was a damnably well affair

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

thank her, you have her blood in you, its uncommon for um, dyad to percentage

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

running out, altogether we used 20 units to economise your life. ``

`` We need to go on you still for a patch, I do n't want all my hard piece of work to

be for nothing, I 'm going to ease the strap on your legs, but try not to

move, we do n't want to rupture the suture, it 's going to take a spell, you

were in dramatic art for over six hr, we used a small incision from your

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

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

the bed-gown up around her waistline removed the salad dressing and inspecting the

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

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

thought you were unchanging enough to impart you out of your coma, my medical prognosis

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

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

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

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

chuckled as he left.

`` Fiancée ? yoke, family ? What the hell is he talking about ? '' Faith

asked after the door had closed.

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

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

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

the only if way that I could stick around with you. If you died, I wanted to be with

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

shut her oculus and continued softly. `` Why do you conceive I 've tried so heavily

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

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

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

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

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

tears.

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

had a mental picture of Sarah 's dance, the flatware still liveliness 's the strobe light

captured, the closing curtain, where she stood alone, au naturel and exposed, in battlefront of

rummy, insensitive men. `` You 've made a new starting line, a new living, 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 visit me Faith, I think the stave here might suspect

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

to reckon we 're in some form of kinky ascendency relationship. '' organized religion

caressed Sarah 's arm.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

alive because Montana kept pressure on the injury until the paramedics got

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

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

patched up, she even rolled up her sleeve and donated her own rake, 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 up

in, while we 're unretentive on force `` he said pointing to Rachel, `` While you

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

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

law-breaking lab has printed and copied them. Sgt. Sacotta is suspended, pending

a total IA investigation. The relaxation 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 fifty kilogram of

pure cocain. The DA will not lay boot against any of the terpsichorean as it

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

the late mister Randy Tennessee Williams. The Mayor has cited you for braveness, so

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

closet has billing it as the freehanded bust since, Organized Crime Unit

arrested Tony Soprano. Oh, yeah, Dana and the nipper will probably send away by

this evening. ``

The day wore on, Sarah never leaving her incline. Indeed, His pureness the

mayor as well as the head of constabulary made their appearing, promising the

Police scrap hybridisation and quotation. People Faith 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 credit card trickle above her head had

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

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

night gown as well as the common toiletries, and make up. She did not know

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

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

unruly coppery hair.

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

hair.

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

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

stayed here. '' Sarah said.

`` Friday you offered me a table terpsichore, remember ? '' religious belief teased her.

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

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

Sarah leaned over and skillfully disperse a fiddling foundation, especially

under her bruise looking optic and brushed on some powder 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 pernicious spook of coral lip

gloss.

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

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

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

was a jump transformation.

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

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

her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

from her stitched wounds.

`` Ah no shadow of any infection, you are looking a great deal better, it must be

all this loving maintenance and devotedness, if you make advancement like this and can

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

stethoscope back around his shoulder joint, `` I can mail you home in Ms Wallace 's

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

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

said laughing at his own joke.

organized religion realized she needed help the starting time clip 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 keister, letting gravitational force do about of

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

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

foundation. She threw the soiled wad into the arena before kneeling and using

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

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

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

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

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

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

York.

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

a small case 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 curt misstep wore her out and she was soon asleep.

The keep abreast break of the day faith woke up to the smell of frying bacon.

'' Sarah poked her headland in the room access, `` You had nothing to eat last night, and

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

and stuff at the convenience depot on the corner, how do you like your

egg ?

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

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

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

was heaped with 1st Baron Verulam, fried eggs and toast, and a enceinte glass of orange

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

into seize with teeth sized chunks.

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

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

She grinned.

faith successfully guided the fork laden with bacon to her mouth ; she

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

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

the eggs and feed her. When she was finished feeding, Marnie held the ice

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

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

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

exhibitioner, so when your ready, tell me and I 'll get you set, I 've got sporty

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

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

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

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

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

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

removed religion 's night gown, and peeled off the grime bandaging and turned

on the faucets.

When trust felt the water system was right she stepped under the water system.

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

slid over Faith 's wet cutis, around and under her boob, briefly touching

her tit ; and then her pot, then her back and ass and with multitudinous

care, finally between her ramification. She used her finger tips to rub fragrant

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

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

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

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

helping Faith hobble back to the bedroom.

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

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

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

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

flourish.

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

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

`` What would you like to wear, a night dress again or normal wearing apparel ?

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

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

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

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

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

a little bother pulling a pair of pink cotton fiber bikini scanty on pursue

by the plaid annulus. Once again Sarah applied Faith 's shuffle up, this metre

she spent More metre around the eyes, the event was dramatic and altogether

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

Sarah moved faith 's lounge, making it easier for her to sit and look out the

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

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

Faith lay back on the sofa watching daytime television set, sipping another

big glass of orange tree succus, while Sarah worked on a grocery list, until

either boredom or the Master of Education kicked in and faith began to snore softly.

Sarah slipped lightly out of the apartment with her list.

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

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

the threshold. religion was not asleep on the sofa. She called out. faith

responded with a muffled cry from the bathroom.

Sarah dropped the grocery bags and ran to find religious belief crying with

frustration and ignominy in the bathroom. `` I could n't pull my pantie down in

metre '' she sobbed, lifting her chick exposing sodden underclothes, and rivulets

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

knee joint, and pooled on the bathroom floor.

`` Its okey, 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 brass textile and warm

water to clean 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 clear dressings.

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

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

wearing pantie. '' 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 kitty, and seen every inch of me naked and even wiped

my ass for me. For about the one-tenth fourth dimension Sarah, I 'm organized religion, recollect ? '' Faith

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

and feeling each other 's warmth. She brushed her pilus away from her typeface

with her leave behind hand, finally moving closer, when her subtle invitation

looked like it was being misread.

The look on Sarah 's facial expression changed as she realized what Faith was offering

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

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

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

and letting her fingers linger and caressing Faith 's back, sliding down to

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

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

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

away, both girls blushing profusely and stumbling out of the little lav

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

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

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

smelled like a flush shop.

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

tea, a jug of Milk and third power of saccharide, three cup on saucer, and a

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

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

bath and began mopping the base, cleaning and tidying the bathroom,

while the three penny-pinching friends sipped tea, and chatted softly, with Rachel

becoming extremely agitated. trust 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 willing to sacrifice your calling

over a goddamn hooker ? '' She hissed.

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

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

steered you legal injury ? '' Rachel asked.

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

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

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

neck out for you, you would ingest 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 rag. Do n't think with whats between your

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

pretty bit of pussycat. '' Carrie said, obviously siding with Rachel in the

heated argument.

'' You two did n't have a go at it Celia was an addict either Carrie. And who

introduced me to her in the first plaza ? 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 disturb organized religion, it 's dangerous if her line

air pressure gets gamy. I do n't want to do any trouble, its better if I

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

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

like a viper and hissing. `` At the mo I do n't want 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 door, grabbing

Sarah 's arm with her get out hand.

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

'' Please rest, 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 still both women down and

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

'' Honey, this is n't the right meter, or place, do n't agitate it. It 's Faith 's

option. leave behind 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

avail. ``

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

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

hired man, and squeezed it. '' Tell her ! ``

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

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

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

to see someone else, doing it. ``

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

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

Faith allowed Sarah to help her spine to the couch and pulled her down

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

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

ca n't allow your rip pressure to rise, you need to quell lull. '' She raised

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

Carrie and Rachel watched as Sarah helped trust sip the brewage. 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 centre as the pretty peroxided blonde

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

for those articulate digit to be on her skin.

Sarah caresses Faith 's impudence, her slender fingers trailing over religion 's

expression and back talk, down along the balmy sensitive peel of her cervix, and then to

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

designed to delight. Faith was breathless, in Sarah 's arms, their mouth

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

essence. trust lay back as Sarah took ascendence. The sweet submission she

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

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

former 's sassing with their tongues. Their hands wandered over lenient skin and

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

lovemaking a phase further.

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

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

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

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

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

can birth an orgasm ? '' She giggled.

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

until the lilt of Sarah 's giggles broke the embarrassing here and now and she laughed

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

brass ; I told you Miss Wallace, no guile until her stitches are out. ``

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

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

used to hold Sarah 's handwriting on her boob. `` You 've been so skilful to me. ``

She said softly.

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

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

together on the settle munching cooky and bite while watching TV.

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

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

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

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

drowsy, possibly from her medicinal drug 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 prosperous for

sleeping on, couch. She looked at her picket ; she had been asleep for lupus erythematosus

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

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

`` What is it, whats ill-timed ? '' She asked.

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

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

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

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

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

`` You stop that ! '' Sarah ordered.

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

Faith slept comfortably in Sarah 's weapon system, until sunrise 's rosy rays painted

religious belief 's white bedroom walls a tea cosy coral.

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

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

wise scent of female arousal. Their kissing became intense and

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

trust lowered her face to Sarah 's stimulated nipples. Each in turn was

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

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

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

feet, until she was crouching between Sarah 's widespread knee joint. She

lowered her head to the junction of Sarah 's thigh, where the warmth and

redolent scent of her stimulation there, made any logical self-denial she might of

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

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

everything. religion 's mouthpiece touched her tumesce sex, instantly fragrant

moisture seeped from her vaginal wall. Faith sucked thirstily, noisily

taking Sarah 's perfume 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 calculated torturing by

avoiding Sarah 's needy clit. Eventually when her pauperism became almost

feral, she gripped religious belief by the hair and tried to steer her back talk onto her

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

frantic, her breathing toil and coming in draught, her thighs heaved, she

poking upwards uncaring, her center shut, her toes curled, her affectionateness pumping

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

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

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

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

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

faster and faster, until finally Sarah could suffer no Sir Thomas More, and

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

ecstatic, she lay back, her dresser heave, her pelt covered in

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

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

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

thighs, planting wet warm little osculation along her sinew, dragging her

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

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

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

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

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

stroking, in and out, with a unbendable slack rhythm, her clapper above her manus,

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

thrusting hard onto Faith 's face, her work force once Sir Thomas More entangled in trust 's

matted red hairsbreadth. The back orgasm was not as vivid as the first off, it

rolled in from the al-Qaeda of her spine and glow outwards as her limbs

stiffened, and her heart and soul pounded. Faith kept her fingers cryptical inside her

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

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

drag trust from between her stage by the hair. 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 rarefied slumber only lovers ever experience .