She had the softest, wet lips and the pressure of our lips against each other released more wetness.Less and less restraint held me captive. My hand s...id over the curves behind her sweater, where her as of yet hidden nipples betrayed her arousal. Angelique and I necked passionately and her tongue forced its way into my mouth, as her hand was now rubbing over my crotch. She too now had to feel my arousal.Her hot breath coursed into my mouth, and I felt her velvet tongue slid over and across. At present, the closest thing Jones had to a partner was Dr. Barry Wescott, lead criminologist at the Minneapolis Crime Lab. He and Jones had worked together on a number of cases over the past few years. In fact, of all the people Jones had worked with since transferring from Chicago, Barry was not just the first, but the only one who hadn’t, at one time or another wanted to toss Jones out the nearest window to get him to shut the hell up. It wasn’t that they had become friends or anything like. People have been jabbering on and on about spirits for thousands of years, but take a real look. Just look at all the other stuff people in ancient times were so preoccupied with. The stars, the cycle of the seasons, weather phenomena. All of these things had explanations. Our science has proved the causes that people in those old times had to make up silly stories to explain. Ghosts or whatever you want to call them are a dying remnant of that old human need. Nothing more.’ Tracie shakes her. We can have no future as a couple." Why not? Is it the cultural thing? In this day and age is that such a problem?" Maybe. But that is not the problem. You see, when my husband left me there was one thing he didn't know. I only found out after he left. You see, Jake, I'm carrying his child." She stared into his face for a reaction."Is that all?" Jake asked, unmoved. As she was talking, he'd figured most of it out already."Is that all?" she repeated, "how can you say, 'is that all'? Do you.