Down her neck I moved, slowly, just letting the tips of my fingers brush her skin.Dipping under one of the thin straps that held up the diaphanous top... I urged it off her shoulder and let it collapse, sliding down to her bicep. My hand followed, my palm exploring the roundness of her shoulder before pulling back so it was just the tips of my fingers again and they were dipping into the hollow formed by her collar bone and finally, to the base of her throat.She was enjoying this, I could tell by. ”“My shop. What happened to my guys?”“Everyone is fine. When the ambulance arrived, they found you unconscious and your wife holding you and almost unconscious herself. They recognized that you were wearing a welding coat and there was some sort of gas coming off of it. One of the EMT’s sent a guy into the shop and found all of your crew in a similar state.”“The police are there now, along with the fire marshal, they checked the place out. The marshal thinks that you were welding some exotic. She stood upright and set off again not looking back.She seemed to have a real pace now, not sure if it was from her warm up or the thought of what awaited her. Demi picked up pace, the air slightly cooler still, her nipples now fully poking, straining at the cotton vest. She pulled at the vest a little in the middle to expose the sides of her breasts, this increasing her desire.Demi looked around again, hardly anyone now, the last light fading in the autumn evening. She pushed on, her thighs. He wasn't sure what angle Rodrigo was playing, but Brendan had an intuition that he wasn't innocent. During the late afternoon at Rodrigo's apartment, several men and women had come to the door. They had been escorted to the room where Rodrigo sat and then had left. A cell phone rang constantly as well.At one point a police siren had sounded a "woop-woop" close by and everyone in the room was immediately apprehensive. A car horn blew and the tension dissipated.Echoes of his overwhelming day.