As our lips touched I felt a fire in my belly I had not felt in a long time. His muscular shoulders flexed as I rubbed my hand across it. I pressed...myself into him letting my robe fall open just enough for him to slip his hand around my breast. I began to unbutton his shirt. I have never undressed a cop before. Once I figured out how to get him out of his bullet proof vest I straddled him on the couch. As we kissed I could feel something growing hard under me. I reached down and began. He was a mess. Hishair was all dishevelled and his dress wrinkled. His makeup was ruinedas well because he had been crying. Richard sat down next to him andhanded him a tissue out of his purse."I came as soon as I heard," Richard told his friend. Stephen nodded ashe blew into the tissue and dabbed his eyes."Have you been here all night?" Richard asked. Stephen nodded."Once they had seen to me. They let me go," he explained. "But I didn'twant to go without Emily," he added, Richard nodded. "They. For her stood in darkness, arms secure above her head, expecting her night would be one long and a very exhausting round of trying to ease weary muscles, she had time to muse. She had trodden this path before. Oliver would have left her on tiptoe, to add to the pain, he was an unfeeling bastard like that, but her son had left her on her flat feet and with enough slack to move but not escape. Time in the darkened room, passed slowly, not that she had any way of knowing that of course, no chink. It was, looking back, a definite “swim team” deal. Francesca was up with the counter already, gesturing between the plastic mannequin and me, her hand fluttering up and down like a knowing maestro, the attractive young clerk nodding along with her, taking my measurements by eye. “Here, try it on,” she said, at last walking back to where I uncomfortably waited. I stuck out my hand dumbly. It was a bikini, flimsy, aqua with a bright seashell print. There was nothing to it, or so it seemed to me..