Jim was so desperatefor this episode to end and, while he was tottering away on his highheels, he was unaware that one of the young men had upped the...pace of thetreadmill, meaning that Jim was having trouble keeping up to speed. As hedid so, Jim's arse and hips rolled and swayed furiously in an undeniablyfeminine manner and his arms were held delicately high at waist level ashe tried to keep his balance. As this was going on, both young men hadtaken a position behind Jim and both were becoming. There were three elevated dance platforms with the prerequisite stripper poles ... and strippers. Considering what was waiting for me up on the Pacific Princess, I have to say this display did nothing for me. The last two clubs we'd hit didn't do much for me either.That, however, wasn't my concern. The Spanish was. "This is still El Paso, isn't it?"Sergeant Davis glanced down at her tablet and swore again. "Worse, Juarez. What does that idiot think he's doing?" With a disgusted shake of her. "I do try," he says as I get up and press my body against his.I kiss him hard on the lips and wrap my arms around his neck. I feel his hands rest on the small of my back. Our tongues meet and become aquainted with each other before I regretfully pull away. "I've been wanting that all day," I say softly, my face close to his. "I know baby, so have I." I kiss him again, softer this time. His hands travel up my back and unhook my bra. I slide it off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Chris. Stuffed, I drove down to the mall where Liz works. Still an hour before the shopping center officially opened, the stores were locked up behind lattices of metal. I rattled the cage at LA Reflections, the clothing store where Liz works as assistant manager. Liz peered from behind a rack of blouses and smiled. “Happy Birthday,” she said. Liz looked fabulous, serious but still sexy in a pale blue shirt that hugged her breasts and a short skirt above a pair of long tanned legs. I.