"Jaycen smiled at her. "I can hardly wait, darling."After slithering into his form-fitting silver evening gown and puttingon a pair of silver stiletto...pumps with 4" heels, Jaycen carefullyapplied his makeup, doing the kind of elegant evening look which madeBasilia excited. With great care he removed the hairdo protector capand hairnet. His hairdo still looked beauty shop fresh. He placed longsilver earrings in his ears and applied on key places the perfume whichhis husband loved for him to. There was a titter from the gathering of people around her."Seriously, I would like to thank all the people, and all the effort that went into saving my life. My fellow deputies, the paramedics, doctors, nurses, the Denver Police Department, and the helicopter pilot that lost his job because he was trying everything in his power to get me to the trauma unit before I died."She stopped for a moment to keep her voice from breaking. You're a deputy. Don't fucking cry on TV, she admonished herself. Slowly, she put her hand down her shorts and started feeling around. Then she pulled it out, extending her middle finger, which now glistened wet. She held it up in front of my face, with the other fingers curled back, in an obviously insulting gesture. Then moved the finger under my nose and wiped it across my lips. The smell was overpowering with a mix of sex and unwashed genitals.“Yes, Chris, that’s from my cunt. Just so you can know what you’ll never have. Something you’ll never have access. This path leads to Josie’s oasis again, covered only by a thin film of cloth this time, moistened by her inflamed senses. Philippe’s face once again presses against her groin, this time feeling each crevice of her vulva. As another sigh escapes through his lips, the heat of his breath mixeswith the heat of her sex, arousing both lovers immensely. Again the throbbing, this time almost painful. His hands, having found their home again on Josie’s backside, slip underneath the waistband of her.