I want to glance about, check for stragglers, but the tongue overrides my thoughts, drives my worries aside. His lab coat is starched and feels heavy ...s it slides across the backs of my knuckles. I slide my fingers along his scrubs, the dusty blue ones worn by every resident, down his sides, to the drawstring waist. Tug at his ties, loosening them under his continued assault of my mouth. Our lips wrestle, his hard, thin, bristled, demanding. Mine push back, not simply giving. My hand slips. After fucking her face for a while, he led her out of the shower and dried both of them off just enough for them to feel more comfortable. Then he kissed her hungrily on the mouth and turned her over the faucet, dropping the towel as he entered her from behind."Oh, damn, this is hot! So fucking hot!" Jaimie grunted as Franco pounded her cunt and her head hovered above the sink.This romp took longer than it seemed, since both Varizzi and his concubine soon lost track of time. They were far more. Police shoes don't make clicking sounds like the ones I heard. The stilettos tapped their way up behind me and stopped. Standing in my panties, still holding my freshly chopped up skirt, I turned around to look at my nightmare.Her one blue eye pierced into me while the brown one roamed my body. It occurred to me, if I'd been just a bit more shallow, I might have wound up like her. Well, shallower and more promiscuous.She looked familiar. I had a feeling I'd seen her outside of the precinct. ---La Pala was much the same as Rincon, largely deserted, largely intact,and eerily quiet. They kept moving.The I-15 south was quiet, but not entirely empty. Occasional vehiclesdrove by in the opposite direction, the drivers gazing at themsuspiciously as they passed. Now and then a vehicle would hurtle bythem heading toward San Diego, some going well in excess of 100 milesper hour. Nikki commented that the drivers probably felt like they hadlittle to lose. Her primary concern was simply to stay.