Yes I had some personnel space but it was winter chilly and as the ferry crossed The Heads, it was uncomfortably choppy and rough. I knew I had to get...outside to the rails and risk the sea spray or end up barfing over my recently acquired Burberry coat. The full trench was very fetching on me, classic iconic beige. I was an upwardly mobile woman at twenty-three, at an international finance house; yeah, but I was too junior for inner city parking space privileges. Hence the ferry. The salt spray. ‘Let’s go back to the hospital.’ ‘Yea,’ I said as we got into the car. As we were going down the road he asked me, ‘When was the last time you saw the sun?’ ‘I don’t know, what were the tiny lights in the sky tonight?’ I asked. ‘Stars? You saw stars?’ Bill said, ‘when did you see them?’ ‘Right before 3 a.m.’ I said looking out the window. ‘Where were you at?’ Bill asked. ‘At 345 East and 206,’ I said. Bill dropped me off at the hospital and I got a room and went to sleep. Chapter 9 I was going. The operation was making enough money to pay expenses with a little bit left over for me. That's why I was sitting on my behind enjoying an adult beverage and watching the fire.For a lot of years I had more than one drink at night to help me sleep. You see I was a homicide detective for over 20 years in a big city. I saw a lot of man's inhumanity to man.At night I would wake up seeing those dead faces. And when I did, I woke up screaming. By drinking a quart of cheap whiskey before bed, I was. She shuddered all over with the sensation.Bringing her hand up to her lips, she moistened her fingertips with spit, then flicked them over her clit bud again. When she brought them back to her mouth, she could taste her own delicious cuntjuice. She was starting to really squirm by this time. Her slender back arched, her fat tits thrusting out. She looked past those looming tit globes as she eyed her pussy.She began to fondle her cunt with both hands.With one hand she stroked her turbulent clit..