I finished the belt, but he was at the desk before I got it off, slipping the shoulder holster free and setting gun and all beside me on the big black lacquer desk. He was nude. Easy for you to say, and it almost sounded like my own voice, not breathy with terror, but nicely sarcastic. I can't eat any more.
I smiled and stood and let the blondes touch his arms, his back, but when one of them patted his ass, that was it. Sergeants Hudson and Melbourne had done a recon of the area before the rest of us got set up in our nice, safe, block-away location. You just love them. That meant tonight.
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