I hear his breath deepen and quicken. He moves a hand to himself wanting to end the torment. I grab it at the wrist and gently bite his prick, warning...him to stay away. Whimpering, he drops his hand to his side, grips the sheets and waits. I move swiftly, grabbing his swollen cock and placing half of it in my mouth. With force and deliberation, I slide my mouth along its length. I tickle his balls once more. I feel him lift his torso from the bed as his entire body tenses and I hear his. There was anofficial one established on the edge of the perimeter as well. That onehandled the moment by moment actions that orchestrated the sealing offof this area. But any major decisions needing to be made were done sofrom here by Singh, Brighton and Travers. They waited alone in thecenter of the road until now. The only three men allowed this deep intothe containment area.Shortly after the bulk of the other officers who had responded toSingh's code bravo three-seven-four had completed the. “Okay then,” I said to myself, a little confused. I savoured the taste of the coffee, and the anticipation of the prize that awaited me upstairs in Julie’s dirty clothes basket. When I had waited as long as I dared, I went upstairs to her bedroom. I scooped up her scattered clothes from the carpet, where she had stepped out of them the night before. Kicking her shoes under the bed and flicking the lid off the hamper in the corner, I dropped in the bundle, then stretched for the plain white. . . well, something. And anyway,’ he opened his suitcase and pulled out a manila envelope, ‘this is for his attorney-in-fact.’ He looked up at three confused faces. ‘His power of attorney. The person who makes all his decisions now that he currently can’t. For William Beckett.’ William looked up with wide, confused eyes. ‘What? But . . . but that’s his mom. I don’t . . . I don’t even remember signing anything . . .’ ‘You didn’t have to. Your signature isn’t required for it. You can deny all.