"Stop." Her voice commanding. "Feel." Her hand dropped to my pussy, fingers releasing my nipple, the pain increasing as blood rushed back, "feel," her...fingers entered me, three fingers, deep, easy. I was so wet, and her fingers felt so good, her kiss made it better, her tongue writhing against mine, overpowering mine, it took a while to realise my nipple still hurt like hell, trapped by her finger and thumb. I caught myself about to scream, then bite it back, let the pain mix with the feel of. Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. Surely, said I, surely that is something at my window lattice: Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore – Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore, – Tis the wind and nothing more. Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore. I began laughing at myself. I had been frightened of a bird of darkness. A bird as dark as my. ’ Cindy said with alacrity. My people were learning, my people were learning, I thought happily. I lowered my voice. ‘Here’s a piece of data, and for your ears alone, Crowbar 2: that Greuze that the safe is behind? The one Mr. Myers said was a replica?’ ‘What about it?’ ‘I’m not the biggest art expert in the world,’ I said, ‘but I’d bet a paycheck that it’s not a replica, but the real thing.’ ‘And… and the thieves left it there?’ Cindy practically gasped. ‘Yep.’ I said. ‘A strangeness, n’est. As we entered the house, I got a good look at the place (I can see rather well in low-light situations). Quaint, I said. Quaint? What does that mean? (See what I meant about arguments?) I didnt mean that in a sarcastic manner. The place is nice, cozy. It wasnt an insult. Oh, well whatever. Where do you want to sit? I didnt really care, but it wasnt my house, so I asked anyway. She dropped onto the couch and put her drink on a table at one end. I sat beside her, and for some stupid reason I.