All thought leaves your mind as you begin to relax and enjoy the peace and quiet and drift off into your own world amongst the steam and heat from the...shower. The sound of the front door brings you back to reality. At least you think that’s what it was. Zane, your flat mate, must be home. You turn off the water and step out of the shower, slowly drying yourself off and slipping on a pair of boxers. You head out of the bathroom in search of him. The quiet of the apartment is out of place. Your. " Thanks Lieutenant, I'll go talk to her now," he said, walking briskly back to the security control room.Rather than barge in the back entrance directly into the control room, Estaria went into the main entrance and walked the small maze of corridors back to the window looking into the control room. Peeking through the tinted glass, he saw Margret, in a chair, leaning back as she ran her hands over her nipples. Her legs draped over the Chief of Detective's shoulders as he vigorously lapped her. " Her nipples were bearing witness to the fact that ... indeed ... the metal was cold."You're supposed to put on a quilted shirt first, dummy." Sultry wasn't kidding either.Her first expedition with a mail shirt had been a similar chilling experience. Jack had let her make as many mistakes as it took to learn. Mail and nipple took once.During the seven years of rescues, she made mistakes but she didn't make any twice ... Milo was a lesson learned ... too bad it was more than ten years from. " Teri smirked at me, unconsciously trailing her tongue over her upper lip—"Go on, tell her I'm right." I'll tell her I think it's time we go to bed," I offered judiciously."And when that doesn't do it, then you'll just have to get a bit more impetuous," Teri whispered conspiratorially across to her, her hand snaking right onto my lap, making me instinctively pull away from those marvelously expressive fingers. " ... See."I gently clasped Teri's wrist and glanced over at my daughter—she was.