. mane.... of flame red hair." Jack gestured with his hands. "She was ginger,"I said. "No." Jack shook his head, his eyes becoming for a moment so int...nse. It was as if he was defending the memory of her, and he had the right to. "She was a redhead," he emphasised. "What’s the difference!?" I can’t take credit for this one, but the difference between someone who’s a redhead and someone who’s ginger is… good skin. Her hair was dark red. When it was dark, it almost looked brown, but when she was. "Michelle reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out a square of Nicorette gum, tossing it to him and then flipped through the new pages in the file. "Not much here. I guess when I hadn't heard from you today, I hoped you were making an arrest." I called you." He sat the gum down next to the cigarettes with a grimace of disgust."Yeah, Jimmy just forgot to tell me. Did he tell you that he left me in charge of the scene today?" She turned a page."He did what?"She flinched at the sudden. They both lied on their backs and I tried not to stare at their young breasts, slim tummy and cameltoe.I sat there silently, unsure of what to say, for about 2 minutes when Megan asked if I had any suntan lotion. I said I did and quickly made my way to the car, adjusting my pants a little to make my boner less obvious.When I got back, both girls were lying on their tummy and I had a great view of their cleavage. For some reason, them being in their underwear as oppose to their bikinis made this. To her credit, Angie was quick to reward this kindness. To her delight, Ernie’s slender frame was more than offset by two compensating factors. A member of the school’s cross-country track team; he possessed great stamina. And then there was his being, to quote a locker-room wag, “hung like a fucking Missouri mule.” After becoming aware of both factors, Angie shifted her rewards program into overdrive. None of that “rewarding” activity lessened her wish to experience pastoral passion, however..