"I just keep thinking of that desk clerk when we checked in last night," Warren said with a laugh. "That was so funny. I loved it how he looked at his...computer, said, 'Oh, yes, you're in the honeymoon suite, ' and then saw Betsy. And looked at the computer. And looked at Betsy. And looked at the computer." I know," Sophie snorted. "Hey, you'd think we were the only people that ever had a kid before they got married." Well, I don't know if bringing the kid on the honeymoon is all that common.". ”“It would probably be pretty if there weren’t enemy everywhere,” Arlene reasoned.“Maybe so, but I’m not accustomed to semi-intelligent vines that sneak up on you,” she grumbled as she yanked her foot clear for what seemed like the hundredth time. “If we didn’t have these skin suits on, we would both be in some sort of vegetation being digested about now.”Arlene grinned at her co-pilot. “They don’t like being cut, though, and it seems like you enjoy chasing them.”“They’re friggin’ intelligent,”. Probably never met a camera that didn't love her. Damn, why couldn't we get cops like her?"Jim, this is Inspector Bujold. Inspector, this is Detective Jim Kershaw." How do you do, Detective," that accented voice said as I shook the slender hand that was offered. Long fingers, no rings. No rings on her other hand. Single... There is a God!"Inspector, why don't you start over, now that Jim's here." Yes, I do this," Inspector Bujold said, taking in a deep breath that strained her button even more.. NOW!"Although it wasn't said, I knew I had no choice. Comply or be outed! Arrested. Jailed. But I still hesitated. Janie stuck a finger under my nose. It smelled like her pussy. It melted my resolve. I picked her up and placed her on the altar, lifted her skirt, staring lustily at her plain cotton panties. Her wet, plain cotton panties. I tore them off, stuffing them in my pocket. I dropped my pants, freeing my raging hard-on, leering at the disgusting scene in front of me."You like staring at.