The coach motioned him to the sidelines.Glancing at his clipboard, he put a football in Jake’s right hand and said, “Turner, throw this to the qua...terback.”Jake sailed a tight spiral to Brad Simmons who stood about thirty yards away. Jake did not understand this drill. He was not a quarterback and did not want to be one. Coach handed him another ball and Jake started to throw it.“Throw it left-handed,” the coach said.Jake shrugged, changed hands, and fired another spiral.“That’s what’s been. “Do you know that Supo believed that she was actually co-operating with the kidnappers? They didn’t even really want to solve the case because they were so happy to feed that bullshit data to those people. Once she was found, pregnant and hurt, they couldn’t wash their hands of the case quickly enough. That kind of behavior makes me sick - and I probably don’t even know half of it.”I looked at Miss Koskinen - Miss Sergeant Koskinen - and even my most suspicious business persona couldn’t find. My head leaned down to her mouth as she tilted her head back to look up at me. Their eyes remained open as they hesitated, only fractions defining the space between their lips. Both of them exhaled; the rhythm of their dance of desire permitting warm breath to mix becoming one within themselves. The presence of another body's warmth, the sweetness of a lovers breath caressed them. The driving intensity of their dance into shallow breaths. Awaiting final submission to there burning want.Energy. "What are we ... nine chapters into this story? The story has barely said anything about you. All I know is ... I don't even know how big your tits are. Are they big, small, or somewhere in between? What color is your hair? There is so little I know about you. I don't know much about Kelly either but at least she was interactive in a previous chapter." Oh," she said somberly."It's not that I won't personally miss you but all our sex was implied. We still haven't had a descriptive sex scene..