Their talk the next week was as friendly, and as fruitless. She went back in the choir. That cut her interactions with Bill down to the once-a-month c...ffee hours, but maybe he would be more interested if she looked harder to get.She’d fought enough with Bill, and she knew his politics. She figured that wearing her McGovern button to church would be simple provocation. Many of the other students wore theirs, but she noticed that the older members seemed to think that political buttons weren’t. Rachel was just finishing up her latest customer when she motioned forhim to pull around the two ahead of him."Hey, I was next," complained the guy in the Pontiac Firebird."Yeah and I don't have the specs for your car, so wait for Kiki," Racheltold him.The officer got out and watched how she was hooking things up then dideverything she asked him to do. Her screwdriver was busy, as she madeadjustments. Then typed in new settings and command codes into the carscomputer system. As she was leaning. Instead I kiss you again and we both pull my shirt over my head. Your naked breasts, wet from my tongue, press against me."My manhood demands a rematch," I finally manage to say and you look at me with a quizzical smile. "Last time, you and I..." That was stupid, and there is no way I can continue my story without sounding more stupid. "I want to come in your mouth," I finally manage to utter and this time you get it."I can do that," you say in that low, sexy whisper and get off the couch to. ‘I thought you were going to wear a suit,’ she said wonderingly. She thought he looked strong and manly and noble, all of which he was. He smiled thinly. ‘I’m not a suit kind of guy, Punkin,’ he said. ‘I don’t own one. Or a tie, either. When I dress up, these are what I wear. If my blues aren’t formal enough, fuck ’em.’ She stared at him in open admiration. ‘You look wonderful, Geoffie. May I look?’ He grinned. ‘Please do.’ She came closer and gazed at the five rows of ribbons on his tunic,.