It was about 9.30 when my bedroom door opened and my son and his friends peeked in, "hay mum got a minute" my son said "sure what up" I asked "we were...just telling these two what happened last week" he said smiling and pointing at the two new boys, I looked shocked that they had told them and a little mad too, "look I can see why you told them but you cant go around telling everyone I could get into alot of trouble, not only are you 16 but my son as well", he looked upset at what he had done. I wasn't arguing. I was just in shock,staring at the image, and hating myself for finding it so hot...On that note, I slowly raised a finger, with shiny purple fingernailpolish, to just above my breasts, and traced my cleavage, collecting cumalong the fingertip seductively.Then I slowly raised it to my plump lips and wrapped them around myfinger -- sucking it sexily. I smiled seductively as I pulled my cleanfinger out... A couple months ago, the thought of what i had just donewouldn't even have. .. but it's tense boredom because one never knows. Then there's the 8 percent spent doing busywork and the final 2 percent is terror. The bastards are shooting at ME!"With the excavator in the pit, 90 percent is on your knees doing not so mindless work with the trowel, 8 percent busywork: measuring, leveling, checking walls, writing boring field survey sheets of finding nothing, and 2 percent "chink" Oh shit! get out the brush and the chopsticks ... what is it? ... what is it? ... is it. ‘What are you going to do?’ ‘Next case.’ He was curious too, but after 30 years of police work, he had become accustomed to unsatisfied curiosity. Maybe that was what he was supposed to teach the girl—alcoholism and that. She was bright, but he found her enthusiasm exhausting. Shimizu got a new partner every year. They always put the academy’s top graduate with him. The chief had some line about wisdom and experience, but he was pretty sure it was just because no one wanted to be his partner..