She removed her bra making her hard nipples poke over the t-shirt.The sensation of her bare nipples over my body made my testosterone levels go high. ... grabbed her ass tight and made her moan. She started feeling my boner using her hands. Her touch made my cock rise to fullest as it was the first female touch after a year.Inserting my hands inside her panty over her ass made her heart beat faster. Even in the air-conditioned room, she was sweating which made her t-shirt stick. Her body was. Sereda believed in you, and so do I, Gorim."His face coloured at the mention of Sereda. "You know nothing, human. You-"I cut him off. "I know she loved you. I know you tried to sway the decision to have her sent to the Deep Roads. I know you'd have gone to the Deep Roads with her, if they'd have let you. I know that they may be able to take you away from the stone, but they can't take the stone away from you all the same. And if you cared about her at all, you would want to tell us anything you. Shit, gives me that girl and then takes it away, going on one of his binders.” * * * Detective Halloran was also unwrapping his Christmas present, a can of soup when his phone rang. Not many called him “Detective, Sir, Cop or Kevin”, most addressed him as Halloran. He lived alone in a one-bedroom walk up, which he shared with the ghosts of family and friends, lost to whiskey, women and death. A can of soup, a cheap bottle of whiskey followed by Internet chat room was his Christmas Eve plan. . They would often include Gary and me in a round of teaif they made one and we would sit around on batteredold settees in the Porta-cabin that was both theiroffice and storeroom, talking cars and football. Notsurprisingly I had little to say in these discussionsbut every now and then Jim or Andy would try to broadenthe conversation into films or something they thought Icould comment on. Even though Jim was old enough to be my dad and Andy inhis early forties and already bald I had realized.