Ideas flew back and forth between the three of them while they finished their meal, but by the time they were ready to resume their journey Gavin was ...o clearer on how he was going to proceed with his enquiries.Local interest in John Sinclair's murder was still high and it wasn't difficult for Markow to get News Channel 3 to air the CCTV footage of Gavin in the pawn shop. A voice-over asked anyone with information on the man contained in the footage to contact Cathedral City PD on the toll-free. God she smelled good and what had been a semi quickly engorged as he inhaled her scent. He found some milk in the fridge, poured it into his coffee mug and then set it beside the bed, keenly aware that he was going to have to do something about this raging erection between his legs. He sat on the edge of the bed and sighed, “Where the fuck IS she?” He needed her, by god he needed to fill her, smell her, hear her and completely possess her as he made love to her. To feel her soft lips. ”“He’s way too old for you, Cinnamon!” I said a little too vehemently. What was I thinking?”“Jealous?” she teased.“No! I’m not interested in Mr. Grant. And I won’t date a client. Now why did he come around?”“He said he was worried about you. Frankly, I’d say you should be worried about him.”“Why?”“He was on crutches.”“What happened?” I was alarmed. Jordan always seemed so indestructible. I still remembered him shooting Oksamma when a second later, Oksamma would have shot me or Dag or. First incident, my awarenessAs a little girl living down Leith Walk, I used to walk outside on Sunday mornings, down back streets and closes, and pick up the discarded condoms, cast aside after orgasms. One morning I collected 12, still with semen in them and I would open the neck and smell the chlorinated scent of each man's seed and wonder of his pleasure being inside the woman he had just met, feeling her internal warmth inside her pussy, grabbing a handful of her fleshy buttocks, her hard.