”I nodded weakly.“You could just tell them where the bad guy is, and then they could handle it. For them, if they shoot the perp, then it’s as a... officer of the law, so there wouldn’t be a problem.”I sighed. “But that wouldn’t work,” I replied. “First, they’re both detectives, so they don’t usually do that part of the job.” I frowned, knowing I never would have been okay with my lifelong friend becoming a cop if she was going to be put in harm’s way on a daily basis. I cleared my throat. “Not. Pressing down with the heel of my hand against your clit, starting to move my fingers in you, pumping them, steadily increasing the speed. I can hear your breathing quicken, feeling your left hand reach around and grab my ass, giggling upon feeling your hand on my ass. Taking my left hand and grabbing the waistband of your shorts, pushing them down your legs, leaving them around just above your knees so you have to keep your legs together. Moving that hand back around, creating a little. She gave me a lingering kiss and said, “Follow me.” She headed into her kitchen. I shut the door and followed her gorgeous bottom encased in a tiny pair of short shorts. In the kitchen, she was putting the finishing touches on breakfast which she served on plates at the counter. Like the rest of her house, it was exquisitely designed with that design being carried to reality in an expensive fashion.She served the plates and coffee, took my hand, and waited. I hesitated. “Gerald, bless the food. "Professor O'Connell," she started after clearing her throat, "you are here this morning to answer the accusation that Professor Harrington has filed against you concerning an apparent episode of misconduct and breach of contract that occurred yesterday," she informed him, but noted that there were still no readings from him."And just what would those charges be?" the young man asked calmly."He accuses you of having a woman in all of your classes yesterday who is not a student of this.