Thomas was eying Blake warily. "Why should I show you my card? This might be some kind of trick." Are you over 6.5?" Blake asked. "If not, you can kee... your damn card."Thomas sulked quietly, as Irene Ainsworth, a tall pimply red-head, handed over her card. Blake was about to hand back the 5.3 card, when he did a double take at her sexual sub-scores. 'Kid's gonna be a wildcat in the sack, once she loosens up a little.'Thomas decided to hand over his card, as well. "This doesn't mean that I. He smiled as he asked, “Is John around?”“No he is not home right now,” I replied. The big man rubbed his chin as he said, “You must be the lovely Janet his girlfriend,” “John talks about you a lot.”I blushed as I replied, “Yes that is I.”The man reached into his coat pocket and he pulled out a small box handing it to me as he said, “Janet could you see that John gets this I have a plane to catch if I am going to make in home for Thanksgiving.”“OK I will give it to him when he gets back,” I. “Well now, what do we have here?”“It’s just a piece of metal, a good luck charm. Unless that now counts as a drug or open container, you got nothing on me.”“That’s it, you’re coming with¬—” A sudden growl of static from the officer’s radio cut him off, hissing so loudly that it nearly made Jason jump. In the squad car nearby, the dash-mounted camera shut off and the small red and green diodes on the metal detector popped like bubble wrap. All of the hair on Jason’s neck stood on end as several. She was touching herself there between her legs, fondling, fingering, playing, and he felt his heart pumping. Denise shoved herself back on the bed and lifted her bare feet to the mattress. Her knees gaped open even wider as she fell to the pleasure of playing with her labia. Feake saw her lips swell, lift, and part, as her finger slid into her slit and traveled briskly up and down its generous length before lighting upon her clitoris. Then she began working hard on it with her fingers,.