"It looks you're going to a funeral or something." You said wear a skirt, that's all I have," she replied."Well go shopping and get something sexy, I ...ant you dressed sexy at the bare minimum, slutty preferred," he ordered, and let her in the door.She followed Steve down the stairs returning to the scene of her deflowering from the previous night. "I was up all night thinking about you," he said as stood closely in front of her and ran his hands over her shoulders and down her slender back. He. "You are good," she said. "Slow but good." She looked down in my lap where my trousers were tented. "Sorry about that. I do have some rules, though. One of them is that I don't fuck on first dates."I decided against trying the apocryphal story that my balls would hurt if the pressure wasn't relieved by real sex. "I took care of your problem," I said. "Can't you do something to assuage mine?" I don't suck on first dates, either. What are you going to do, go home and play with yourself?" If that. ’ It was Charlie York, an almost sixty year old man, a thirty-plus year veteran of the department. ‘Fuck, Charlie, you OK?’ ‘2114 received at 1155 hours.’ ‘Yeah – gasp – think so. Side hurts.’ Burnett moved to York’s side, it was a bloody mess above his left hip, and the unseen wound was bleeding profusely. Burnett felt another presence, it was the old man from across the alley. He dropped to his knees beside Burnett and ripped open a pack of gauze and slapped it on the wound. Then he heard. Far berets than she had ever looked two years prior; not that she hadn't been attractive. Whilst awaiting her arrival I had been worried she would want to have some deep and meaningful conversation prior to us fucking but I needn't have worried. She was clearly here for one thing only. She wore a tight fitting black dress that really accentuated her wonderful figure and as she walked towards me she immediately began to hitch it up revealing, to my joy, her clean shaven pussy. She had opted not.