Agent Davis?" I asked.She had turned around the room, taking in the details. If she was anything like some of the police I had read about, she could p...obably spew back the décor with scary accuracy. I didn't bother looking her over any more than to note her dark auburn hair pulled back in a complex bun. Her outfit was conservative but comfortable for the heat. She probably had to be out a lot and took to wearing cooler colors and sleeveless shirts; a pair of tan slacks and sensible shoes for. “Yeah. I’ll miss her terribly, but I’ve got to get on with life now.”Ted gripped his shoulder. “I’m sure you will, but you know where we are. Now. Do you think it’s safe to go back to your flat?”Jimmy considered it, then turned to look at the workshop that was behind him. He waved at it. “There’s a sort of flat over the workshop. According to the building regs, no one is supposed to live there, and especially sleep there, but I’m sure I could make it liveable. Under the circumstances it might. ” “Lead the way, Hon,” I replied. We stood up, Edna took my hand in hers, we went down another flight of stairs and down the hallway until we came to a door with the word “STORAGE” on it. “Here it is, Phil," she said, as she opened the door and led me into the room. Then she found the light switch and turned the room lights on. I could see a room full of mattresses stacked up, all apparently new and unused. At one end of the room there was a short stack of mattresses and we headed towards them.. "I haven't given a blow job since sophomore year at college," she admitted with a blush. "We tasted really good together," she added with a deeper blush.Totally at odds with her embarrassment, she let her hand stroke the hardness that was evident in my pants. Her voice was husky as she said, "I bet I like your flavor straight from the source as well." Keep that up, and you'll get your wish all too soon," I teased. "I think you can tell that I'm really enjoying telling you this story." You.