She loved stockings, but most of the ones she had were veryfine and she did not want to damage them on twigs.She never used to worry about this sort o... thing as a man. Get dressedand go mostly. She wouldn't change this for the world though. She put ona black and gold, floaty nylon skirt and a thick black cotton blouseover the top. She had gotten two pairs of boots shopping, the ruinedstilettos and a flat pair. The flats were more practical for a picnicanyway, she thought.As she applied a thick. "Who is it?" It's Tyrell, nigga. What are you doing in there?" I'm busy. Come back in a little while. " You should tell Tyrell to come in," Sarah said to Bernard, her left hand rubbing her clit. "What? Why?" So I can do both of you. " At the same time?" Sure, if you don't mind... "Bernard hopped off the bed and quickly opened the door. Tyrell came inside and saw Sarah naked on the bed. "Oh, shit. Are you running a train on this bitch?" She ain't a bitch," Bernard said. "Her name's Sarah. " Oh,. She hadn’t called him all day, even though he had been expecting it. She hadn’t come back to the station after closing up the crime scene. Nick had thought about calling her at home and changed his mind, instead hopping into his car and driving over. If he’d called, she could have told him not to come over. And he wanted to see her. That kiss had been on his mind all day. That hot, molten kiss that had blown him away. He’d never kissed anyone who’d responded the way she had, who’d pushed his. I wanted to know more about what she would/wouldn’t do at work. She was adamant that she would do very little apart from clean, answer phones and occasionally watch topless. I tried to believe her but there was always a nagging feeling. It was nearing Christmas and Louise invited me to her work place to meet her after work. This time it was 10pm and it was quieter than last time. She told me she had a surprise for me and led me into the bedroom. There, lying on the bed was her friend totally.