Every morning, after whatever additional chores he had for her, she ran a small load of laundry, ensuring that they had clean, fresh, towels every day... It was one of the small simple chores she had come to find so comforting.Looking around the bathroom, satisfied that all was ready, she turned on the water, and taking a quick pee while the water warmed, she eventually entered the now steaming shower stall. Swiftly washing her hair, and then her body, Kimber worked to make sure she was. His mind whirled. To be with her again, to touch her, to hold her, to smell and taste her... Paul suddenly sat up, a thought igniting in his head. With a wild look of realization in his eyes, he leaned forward and said, “I could...” “You can't save her Paul.” Paul froze. He let the words sink in like an injection of ice water into his veins. “I-I can't...” his lips fluttered. “Why?” “You can't save her Paul,” Michael repeated. “You need to understand this. No matter how much you want it to. "Yeah. Let's wrap this thing up for tonight and I'll make a report tothe Captain," the cop said.He got no grief from Michelle or Linda.Linda sat in the driver's seat, taking Mitchell-Michelle home toLinda's place to get changed. The first couple of nights they hadgone back to 'The House', meaning the precinct house, and the borednightshift had tormented Mitchell and hazed Linda dressed as they werelike hookers. Disconcertedly, two of the cops had actually come on toMichelle when she was. It was being a real stubborn asshole about it. I was so frustrated. I wanted to sleep. I had a long day, but seeing James shirtless, staring at that youthful, muscular body and his swelling hardon made me so wet. He was so strong, so handsome, so in need of a woman showing him how to be a man. He didn’t have his father around to do that. My asshole ex had run off with his secretary and had a new family he doted on. He hardly saw James or Jenny.So James needed his mother to educate him.Those.