"Drink."Finally the contractions stopped, and I cried with shame and hopelessness. Steven held me up and Janet wiped my face and neck with a wet cloth...Steven lifted me to my feet where I could barely stand. He and Janet guided me out of the small bathroom where a lady waited -- all I could see was golden hair, a blouse with one button buttoned, golden pubic hair and a flood of fluid running down her thighs. She smelled of fresh sex and semen so much I almost threw up again.She said, "I'm. Please. I beg of him, groaning as his tongue travels up the inside of my thighs, his thumbs pushing the hem of my skirt up to reveal my thin black pants, his tongue so close to my most sensitive area. I roughly run my hands through his hair, arching my back, knowing he will know just how much I want him to touch me. I cant help but give a few breathy sighs as his thumbs graze my labia, softly hooking into the material of my pants to ease them down over my thighs. Tossing them to the side he. But, by then, it was too late. We were in a real standoff.”“Standoff?” Aida asked.“Luisa seemed so spooked that unless I could talk her into holstering her gun, I was concerned that she would fire as soon as I dropped my shield and reappeared. I couldn’t drop my shield unless I either ruined her firing pin, paralyzed her, or I wrapped her in my shield, in which case, she could have killed herself with the ricochet,” I explained.“But she’s so-o-o old! Don’t tell me you were really trying to get. He turned over what he'd got to you, someone he heard about in the news," I answered him."Yes. I can see that having taken place. The data that we have in the files are very incriminating to certain degrees. At a minimum, a lot of people will be resigning. At worst charges can be brought against several members of the government, and of the private sector, if an investigation upholds what is in the printouts," John said excitedly.We talked about it, and ironed out the weak spots as best we.