.. disciplined. Plus, those helmets have a faceplate that slides out of the top of the helmet. I've never seen a helmet that looks like those. The sec...rity officer always talks to me with the faceplate retracted, yet he or she invariably has it in place before he seems to just glance into the cab and bed of my pickup. They're either terribly sloppy about their searches, or they have technology that I wish we had at the Sheriff's department. And ... I vote for the technology angle."Alesha. " Sophie told her, slipping on a pair of latex gloves from the chest, frowning slightly when she realised how much bigger than her hands they were."Trousers?" Caerys paused a moment. "Oh, his pants, right." Well, we'll see. Trousers for now." Sophie explained, and began cataloguing his injuries. The rib was obvious now, the expanding bruise below his arm-pit showing up clearly, as was the long laceration on his hip. Less obvious, though, were the plethora of scars and blemishes that showed a. Pretending not to stare but I could see them……wasn’t it a real hoot.’ Walking naked up to the excited woman dancing around in front of him he looked down into her sparkling eyes and bending his mouth to hers, kissed her. Raising her arms to snake around his neck she kissed him back, her shawl falling to the floor, his hands rubbing up and down her body, over her buttocks pulling her up close, then up into her hair to hold her still, Breaking the kiss he smiled down at her, ‘I think they were. There was no one around and it was so peaceful, I went for a lay down in the shelter of the tent. I must have fallen asleep for an hour or so and woke up to a dog sniffing at my bait. As I looked up and saw this Lady standing under the shelter of the tent with the rain pouring down, she apologised for the intrusion and that her dog had woken me. I looked her up and down as I noticed she was a very attractive mature Lady in her 50’s, she had a tweed skirt on and a waxed cotten jacket, I invited.