During the ride up in the elevator, she goes through her answers in her head, and gives herself one last pep talk, you're top in your class, stop doub...ing yourself. The doors finally open she runs her hands down her plum fitted dress and takes a deep breath and step outs. Becky is shown into my office, I'm standing looking out the window. " Miss...Grey?" My voice is warm but gruff. Becky's heart skips a beat and she jumps up out of her chair. She stood and extended her hand towards me, holding. Chanel#5 was my scent of choice. I made my way to the bar and quickly took a seat and ordered a double Jack Daniels,straight up, cause I had REALLY gotten nervous all of a sudden. I had trolled for black lovers before,mind you,but that always entailed DRIVING up to attractive men and innocently asking the whereabouts of a fictional bar where "GIRLS" like me could meet BLACK MEN like YOU.I'd be ALL DOLLED UP and showing A LOT of leg.You wouldn't believe how successful this is.I've sucked and. I could see her lips were moist, reflecting the light of the screen as she hands went to the juncture of her thighs, rubbing and working at her sex frantically. She was biting her lower lip, setting the small green stone there to dancing, her upper body quivering as she sought her release. She cried out, so loudly I heard it faintly through the glass and looked around to see if anyone else had.I was alone in the yard now, the other smokers having drifted back inside as the night grew cool, but. . and being a cop was always dangerous. We were reminded of that fact in a very undesirable fashion. I was at home one morning, when the phone rang. Now, any time the phone rings while Kamsy wasn't home, my mind immediately assumed, if only for a split second, that the worst had happened. My logical self dismissed that feeling as pessimistic, and that would be correct nearly every time. However, one of those calls had been bad news already. How many times does it have to happen before pessimism.