Only a Seattle homicide detective knew what he was talking about. But it passed the time as she laughed at one so- called expert spread his crap aroun.... It might have impressed other listeners but not her. The audience were invited to call in with their opinions but with this weather pounding on her car, she wasn't about to risk it and have an accident.The rain was a torrential downpour which was rare in the State of Washington. She reduced her speed to less than forty miles an hour while most. While writing down a memo, he placed his left hand on his thigh, and withhis long masculine finger gave his bulging head in his pants a rub. It feltso good, and the thought of stroking it, preferably in someone's ass, orwet mouth made him clear his throat. He was sweating around his face, andalmost thought to take some time off, but it was half an hour before hisshift was up, and he decided to get a drink of water from the water cooler. He put on his jacket and buttoned it, to hide any clue of. "I guess so. I feel funny," I said."You wear a bikini on the beach every day, so how hard can this be?" And you don't even look like Henry anymore. Nobody could tell that it's you. You really do look like a chick," said Sandi."Listen, I had a dream," I said."Yeah?" I dreamed I was a chick, like you guys. That's why I feel so funny." Oh really? That means that you *want* to be one of us." said Cate."Yeah. If you're dreaming it, that means you really, really want it, but you're just afraid to. ” That was all the confirmation that he needed. He let go of her hands and lifted her shirt up over her head. She tugged at his loose tee shirt and finally got it over his head too. They were skin on skin. Ellie had thought about this moment for so long, it felt like heaven. He was hard in all the places she was soft. His toned abs and his long, muscled arms... yes this was exactly where she wanted to be. She took control and flipped them over to where she was straddling him now. Ellie leaned.