" You're kidding me!" Rachel gushed, "That must take half-the-day to do from scratch." They do, believe me," Richard agreed, smiling at Rachel, "but t...ere is nothing quite as sensuous as kneading, using your hands to feel the texture, smelling the yeasty odor, folding and massaging the warm dough until it feels just right. Well, I suppose there is at least one thing that is more sensuous than kneading dough, but..."Rachel gave him a playful punch in the arm, as he trailed off his sentence,. Many of the other officers who had served with deceased were not in attendance today however, for this was not the official police memorial, that had been conducted three days prior.Slowly in small groups they entered, each one wishing their somber condolences to the aggrieved, there was much solemn shaking of hands and the occasional tearful hug. It was in many ways a sight familiar to a funeral director, the slouch of the shoulders, and head dangling from a neck too limp with grief to hold it. The movements of her hips were subtle, almost imperceptible, but in my heightened state of awareness I picked up on them easily. Her grip relaxed on my hand. I kept it there and lay perfectly still, both because I didn’t want to startle her and because I wanted her to think I was still asleep. She kept going.Her slow, barely noticeable movements and soft moans continued with her. My brain ran through a list of things she could be doing, and based on what she told me she does for fun, the most. . well the damn driver announced we were almost at the theatre." Oh!" What is it?" I just now realized that he must have been watching us to know enough to warn us we were arriving." I won't say a thing about having told you," Gabby said and took the olive from her martini and bit into it, grimacing at the tartness."Anyway we enjoyed the show. Do want all the gory details on that performance?" God no! Please continue. Oh, may I have your olive?" Be my guest," and held her glass out to her.