’‘Tell me about sex with Emilie, man!’ Martin sounded genuinely excited, almost like he was proud of me. ‘Go on! She’s, what, five foot five... Red-brown hair, brown eyes, usual number of limbs... ‘‘I’m not sure I want to,’ I said. ‘Like, it’s personal.’‘What? Aw, Dalziel, I always tell you about my girls.’ He sounded genuinely disappointed. ‘I always share my experiences with you. Hell, I even shared Kathy with you.’I felt really uncomfortable, and the comment about Kathy really hit home. Martin. ." she begins.I put a finger on her lips. "Shhh. Humor me please. I need this." I cut her off. Her mind's still going a million miles an hour.I kiss her softly and stroke her hair. She kisses me. We look into each other's eyes. She's starting to relax a little.I take her hand in mine and interlace our fingers. We lie facing each other, not saying a word. Our eyes do the talking. We kiss when it feels right.This is not about sex.This is about intimacy. About being close to the one you. “Yea, see ya ‘round Tommy,” she called back as I left. Jade, still rooted in her doorway, took a few moments to wipe the dumb smile off her face before rushing after me. I was pushing the lobby button on the elevator when she caught up with me. “Did you mean that?” she asked breathlessly when the doors opened. I stepped in, “Mean what?” “That you’d consider…you know?” “I’m not following you.” “Toooom, dooon’t,” she whined, stamping her foot. “Perhaps,” I said quietly, “but if it. ”“How do you know that?” she asked.“His reputation is common knowledge at the station, and in that regard he’s an equal opportunity skeeve. Black, white, Asian, doesn’t matter -- if she’s in a skirt she’s on his radar. Rumor has it he rents a second apartment as a trysting place. He has been known to boast about it, especially if he’s with a bunch of guys during happy hour. Last year we had an intern named Joanna. She spent some time working with me on second shift. Vincent hit on her, to the.