Krish had purchased a bottle of claret, although I would have preferred a flagon of strong ale. I asked him why he had decided to leave the Bureau and...return full time to Saint Bartholomew's hospital. He gazed into his wine for several moments before speaking."You may recall about a year ago Colonel Slade dispatched me to Manchester?"I shook my head. "No, I don't remember..." but it then came back to me." ... Of course, when Patrick Jane and I went dashing off to Bristol, and then later I went. . I shook my head and looked at my fellow diners. Captivated is not too strong a word. I guess those luscious scarlet painted lips were giving us all a moments quiet contemplation. The world seemed to slow as the point of her tongue slid across them and she batted her baby blues. There was another collective sigh as held breaths were expelled. Then I realised that this delicious apparition was looking at me. She licked her lips again, replacing her monocle in its pocket. I so wanted to. First stop was sporting goods, where David picked up several ping-pong paddles, some with a rubber surface and a few with the old fashioned sandpaper surface. An inexpensive rubber hose was next. An athletic supporter, some soccer shin guards, some wide adhesive tape, and some lightweight boxing gloves were also added. In the school supplies area they got poster board, and lots of colorful marker pens. Lots of baby clothes and baby food filled the cart, and a few trips through the grocery. He wasn't going to let her come just yet. He stared into her dark brown eyes with a familiar look of yearning on his face. Delilah understood. She grasped at his belt buckle, hastily threading the leather through the loop before reaching for his zipper. She undid it quickly, eager to have the feel of Criss' cock back in her hand. She slid her hand into his boxers with ease, grazing her hand up his already hard shaft. It was his turn to moan now, as his head tilted back on his shoulder and a low.