The agent who had parked the car came in, along with the other six that had accompanied us. I looked at the menu, then gave it to them. They called the duty guy and asked him what he wanted. We decided on some of the hotel's monster hamburgers and chili.
The order was made and I checked to make sure the fridge was full of soda. It was, along with several bottles of wine that weren't there before. I pushed the button that controlled the panel over the bar. There were twice as many bottles now, and all of them were full. "I guess they thought I might be a heavy drinker."
The duty guy commented, "When we said we were going to rent this penthouse permanently, and rent the others for at least a month, they filled the place up. Our business is important to them, especially in the slack times. We're using all four penthouses right now to house the dignitaries that are here.
I spoke up, "I only saw the two, who else is here?"
The duty Marshal answered, "There are six others, two more from the service that are out in the field and four from the bureau. This is a big deal we're working on. So far we've arrested over a dozen involved in this thing. It looks like Poppa Nardelli was the king in this area. It's just taking a while to find all of the offices involved. The DC people have all the addresses because they have been paying the rent. We're just raiding each one and collecting whoever is in them. We are also staking them out and pulling in anyone that comes in. We just take them all and sort them out later."
We ate while checking out the new video wall. They had done a great job blending into the décor of the penthouse. If it were rented out to a regular civilian, they would never know it was there so the services money was well spent.
Howard came into the room saying, "How are the new sergeants doing. Did everything go okay. I guess it did, I didn't hear anything."
Bobby and I both nodded.
"You two will stay here at least a week. Bobby your new place will be ready the day after tomorrow but you're detailed to be Chuck's personal duty person for a while. You don't mind do you?"
Bobby grinned and shook her head saying, "Hell no. Watching this guy is pure luxury with a place like this."
Howard cautioned, "Well don't get too complacent. You know they blew the elevator here already and I'm sure some one will try something at least once. We think the place is pretty tight but some of these guys that are coming at us are good. They are smart too so just be careful and be watchful. You've been trained for this, use that training."
He turned to me, "I have the entire training series on protection for witnesses and relocated personnel coming. I want Bobby to review it and for you to do the entire course. Use the PC here and log into our site. Bobby has the encryption key so when you finish each module, take the on-line test. The guys will tell you, each major division class you ace means an increase in your base pay. With your extra time, you should be able to build your income pretty well. You've used your time well so far, keep it up. Even if you pull a rat on us and go to the bureau, these are cross modules so you'll get top pay over there as well. Some how I have the feeling we're going to have a hard time keeping you here. The boss fell in love with you this morning, you sure he's not queer for you?"
That got a laugh from everyone.
"Tonight, he's hosting a dinner for you and Bobby. Sarah and I have been invited as well. I'm picking up my wife for this so it's a major occasion. Wear a good suit. Oh yeah, we have replaced your suit with another similar to it. Man, that thing was expensive. You sure have expensive taste."
I grinned, "Howard, as soon as we can, I'll take you to the place where I bought the suit. I got it for twenty percent of normal retail. I didn't even use up the entire clothing allowance I got from the employment agency."
"Considering the stuff you're wearing, I'll go with you. Who turned you on to the place?"
"I'm surprised you don't know, our dear friend, Ms. White. Her husband Reggie and Ms. White helped me pick out everything. When I go back to get more, I'm going to call her. The place is full of unsavory characters but it is really the place to shop for good men's stuff."
"I'll make sure all the guys know about the place. I'll even make sure that they go in not packing so it's a more pleasant trip."
"I think the place is used to having guys carrying. I'd bet over half of the people shopping there were packing. Reggie had his and when he tried his coat on the tailor didn't even flinch. When he asked me if I usually wore a shoulder holster, Reggie told him and that it would be on my left. That's why my coats don't bulge or look mis-formed."
I guess it would be a good place for all of us to shop. We'll have the best tailored office in the district."
"Anyway, you two kick back this afternoon. You have at least four days coming for incidents. You know the service makes you take a day off after each incident. You had three yesterday and one this morning. When you need one of these, you can take them. I'm going to set up the shrink to come here instead of you going to her. When she does her interview, be kind, she's kind of a babe in the woods. I don't think she understands the real world is a little more violent than she thinks."
Soon it was just Bobby and I. I suggested, "Let's go up on the roof and take a look at this pool they have. Since it's high, it might not be warm unless it's heated."
We went to the duty guy picked up the radio we were supposed to have in the penthouse then walked up the steps to the roof. The door had an alarm on it that said that it would alert the world if we went through it so we went back down to the duty guy. He laughed and said, "See this switch, if I turn if off there is no alarm, if I turn in on, the world as you know it comes to an end. The elevator can't go there either unless I push this one time button. Besides see these," he pointed to three monitors, "that's the roof. When you're up there if you want privacy, tell me and we'll shut them off. I can imagine that I'd rather skinny dip than use a suit."
Bobby laughed, "You've caught me too many times at home haven't you. You know that's almost the only way I swim. Chuck don't mind and he's too much a gentleman to be ornery."
"You're a better man than I would be. The only reason I'd be good is I got a wife that does not share. She would alter my genetics, real quick, if you know what I mean."
Bobby and I climbed the steps again and looked around. We sat in the chairs to check the sight lines. There were none while sitting or if we were in the pool or Jacuzzi that would allow anyone even with a very long range sniper weapon to get a shot at us. I thought it would be good to get some binoculars or telescope to look around. I thought for a second then said, "I'll be right back."
I went down the stairs to the duty guy and asked to use his rifle for a few minutes. "What for, you gonna shoot something?"
"No, not going to shoot anything. I want to use the scope. I know you have these zeroed in at four hundred yards so I want to scan the sight lines up there to see if anything is compromised."
"Good thinking." He pointed to a knob on the side of the scope. "Each click is a tenth of a klick. You know a kilometer. Go through up to a full klick. I don't think there are too many bad guys out there that are proficient over that."
As I was going back upstairs I thought, 'a thousand meters is what, a little over a thousand yards. The longest shot I heard about was estimated fourteen hundred on a perfectly calm day. I'll check to a klick, that ought to be enough.'
Bobby laughed when I showed up with the rifle, "You don't miss much. They keep that rifle kind of hidden. It probably doesn't have much value at that duty station but it is part of the equipment for any station."
I checked sight lines all around. There was the one bank building that was almost as tall as this one but even standing up around the pool you couldn't see the top of that building. Nope, the only way to see or get at us up here is a helicopter. We should be fine. I wonder if they might have a NOTAM (Notice to Airmen) filed for downtown Tampa right now. If they did, the only aircraft allowed would be military on a mission or law enforcement.
Being curious, I went over to the side of the building where the Federal Building was and looked at the top of it. Wow, they had four heliports up there and even one helicopter with FBI markings. I guess if we skinny dipped, bureau guys might get a surprise. Aviators are used to seeing nude swimmers and hanky panky from the air. They see it a lot.
We sat on the roof getting some sun on our faces for a few minutes then decided to go back downstairs. Bobby said, "Let's go across the street and check out the modules the boss wants us to look at and we both need to see the rank modules. You have to go through ours plus your temporary field rank 'Lieutenant.'"
"Between you and me Bobby, I still follow your directions. You know the rules, I'm not proficient yet."
"You know combat though," Bobby said with a serious look on her face. "I'll follow you anytime when we're under attack. You proved yourself more than once already."
I looked up at her and said, "You know, I think we should probably take a short nap before we do any studying. We would be a lot more alert if we were to do that.""
"Oh no you don't. I know that look. You don't have napping on your mind at all except what you're thinking of would definitely make me sleepy.
I grinned, "Well it would relax us."
"Wait," Bobby admonished, "let's see what the day brings. Fooling around like that makes me too lethargic. Considering our tenuous situation, we might want to be more alert. Look what happened the last time we were almost having a good time."
We told the duty guy what we were going to do and he said, "Just tell me what you want. One of the guys will bring it over. The boss wants you two wrapped up tight today. He thinks there are people just waiting to catch us sleeping. We have some body armored look a likes for you two, going back and forth fairly often as it is."
I laughed, "Where did you find a seven foot amazon and a crip?"
"We didn't, we have a behemoth from Orlando, you know him Bobby, the ex-wrestler. He's got a wig and is wearing a skirt. The only thing he's bitching about is your shoes and that he had to shave his legs. I think the guy likes being dressed up. For you Chuck, we're using that new college kid we just put on. He had a hard time limping so Howard whacked him with a cane like yours. He's limping pretty good now and needs the cane."
Bobby and I cracked up but we both wanted to see the pair so we could raz them about the duty another time. Our duty guy said, "Next time they come up, I'll call you. They have to start from up here and come back up when they come back so if someone is watching they think they started from your penthouse. That's why we have all of the penthouses right now. The two of them stay on the floor below until this is over. They just come up here before they go and go back down after they get back. They are doing what you're going to do and what Chuck did last weekend. Watch training videos."
Bobby said, "I'll call Sarah so she can check them out as two of the modules have to be signed out by rank. Sarah can check out anything."
We went back into the penthouse and I said, "You know what, since we're not on assignment, I'm going to have a beer. I missed one yesterday that I was planning on having just like the drink I was planning on yesterday evening."
Bobby said giving me a hug, "Give me one too but don't drink to much, you might have to be alert for what I have in mind for you later."
"Promises, promises," I said as I pulled two bottles from the fridge. "There's probably some idiot with a plan to interrupt us later anyway."
"I'll kill 'em," Bobby said pretty seriously. I think I believed her.
About ten minutes after Bobby called Sarah, a huge almost a replica of Bobby and smaller bad copy of me came in the door carrying a box of videos. We chatted a couple of minutes then the guy imitating me asked me to walk across the room in front of him so he could watch me. I walked back and forth a couple of times then he said, "Your knee doesn't bend easily and your ankle doesn't at all. I'll tape up my ankle so it won't bend and put on a tight elastic brace on the knee that won't let me bend it easily. That'll make me limp a lot more like you."
I said to the huge wrestler, "You're kind of cute but it ruins it that I know you're a guy. You're chest isn't as nice looking as Bobby's. You need more padding cutie."
I ducked as he swung at me laughing. "You better watch out, you know us wrestlers all go both ways don't cha. We like cute little guys like you."
We all got a laugh but his partner got a real red face. Hmmm, wonder if ex wrestlers and young college boys still go both ways.
They left and Bobby was holding her hand over her mouth. When she started choking I patted her on the back until she could control herself. "It's all over the office over there, Bronson, the ex wrestler does go both ways admittedly. Did you see the red face on that kid? I'll bet they are enjoying this hotel duty. They only make about four trips a day across the street and the rest of the time they have to stick to their room. Fun time in the Broke Back Hotel."
"Bad Bobby, real bad. You should be ashamed of yourself."
"Can't help it," Bobby said still laughing. "You teased the big guy and his eyes got big thinking you were coming on to him, then he teased back and his partner blushed. It is funny but don't ever say anything. People do what people do."
We spent the rest of the afternoon watching "Rank" videos. We needed to pass these within thirty days of our promotions. We watched both together but I was the only one that took the Lieutenant exam. It's cool the way the site gives you the grades back immediately. You're graded on correct answers but additionally graded on the time it takes to complete the exam. Bobby explained that if it takes you a long time then the computer assumes you were looking up each of the answers therefore even though you might have answered all the questions correctly, you might still fail. Bobby and I both received a hundred percent on the sergeant's exam and I received the same on the Lieutenant's.
When that was done, Bobby said, "Let's get cleaned up for dinner. It'll be in about an hour and a half. They might call us early for a cocktail or a visit. Go tell the duty guy and get into the shower."
I went out to the duty Deputy Marshal who was now a different one and he nodded. Back in the penthouse, I went to my room, stripped and hopped into the bathroom. Bobby was standing in the shower, waiting for me. The shower was one of those big ones with two nozzles about waist high and three overhead. There was instant hot water, so we turned them on, adjusted the temperature and proceeded to wash each other's hair, then wash each other. Since the shower was so stimulating, Bobby ended up standing with her legs spread, bent over holding the wall, with me behind her making like I was a bronc rider balancing on one foot. Good stuff. We were both smiling by the time we cleaned off and then dried each other. I told Bobby she didn't look too lethargic.
Bobby disappeared into her room while I put myself together. I put on a nice dark suit with a colored shirt and tie combination that Ms. White had picked out. I looked pretty good, if I do say so myself. I went out to the living room to find Bobby coming from her room. I whistled. "Wow, you look gorgeous. Jesus, you look good."
She pirouetted for me asking, "You like?"
"I like a lot, a whole lot. You smell good too. I like that perfume."
"This is something Danny bought for me for Christmas a lot of years ago."
"You're the first guy I've worn perfume for, and I thought Danny would want you to smell it."
We both were a little watery-eyed thinking of the donor of her perfume.
"How about a drink? We might want to have a stiff one so we're relaxed with the big shots."
Bobby said, "Good idea, make us both a tall gin martini. That won't make our breath reek, and I love gin. Do they have Beefeater?"
I looked to see what was there. "They have some British gin in a pretty bottle called Boodles and Tanqueray."
She smelled the British Boodles and nodded. I put some ice then filled the glasses with gin. I started to put vermouth in the drinks but Bobbie said, "I like mine as dry as it can get. You thought of the vermouth, that was almost not dry enough."
The martinis had quite a kick. I checked the bottle to find it was ninety proof instead of the usual forty proof of most gins, strong stuff to be drinking about four ounces each. About the time we were halfway through our drinks, there was a knock at the door. I looked through the peep hole before I answered it. Howard was waiting to get in.
"Quick, get me something, preferably a gin martini, before we have dinner. Today has been tension city."
Before I could get his drink poured, there was another knock on the door. Bobbie let Sarah in. Sarah gasped, "Quick get me something to drink, anything."
I gave Howard a stiff one, but gave Sarah a much smaller one as she isn't that big and this stuff was potent. Howard looked at the size of our glasses, "Are you two drinking that much Boodles?"
When I nodded, I commented, "I didn't know it was so strong until after I poured. I can't drink all of mine. Perhaps I'll finish it later."
Bobby handed me hers and said, "Put mine in the freezer too. That should keep the ice cubes frozen."
Howard said, "Just be yourselves. These guys haven't really been a pain in the ass, but they're still from DC and you know what home office people are like. The upper echelon guys don't always relate to field people. We deal with the shit and they just send out the toilet paper."
We all laughed at Howard's joke. He put his drink down and said, "Let's go downstairs. We have a private dining room."
He patted my chest and said, "First, go put your clothes on."
I understood and headed to the bedroom for the forty and my new shoulder harness. Bobby headed for hers also. I checked the magazine and realized that it really wasn't full. I checked to see how many rounds were in it. Ten, hmmm. I put them back in looking at the markings on the magazine and it said, 'maximum fifteen rounds.' I pulled the box of extra ammo out and put five more rounds in the magazine then five more in the extra two magazines I stored in my coat pockets. Wonder why no one told me about more than the usual twelve or thirteen for a Glock.
Back in the living room, I asked Bobby, "How come you didn't tell me this had a fifteen round magazine?"
"I forgot, yours is a full size Glock 22, and mine is a 23. I used to carry the 27 that only carries nine rounds. I prefer the compact because I usually have to carry it in my purse if I wear a dress. I only put ten rounds in this one as someone said that if you carry a magazine full for too long, the spring wears out and the gun might jam."
"If you were a homeowner keeping a piece at your bedside, you would be right. But we're combat troops. We throw these magazines away every year or have them refitted with new springs." I looked at Howard to see if I was right. "Or at least, that's what the military does."
"We are supposed to do that, but you know, I never carry a full magazine either," Howard said. "I also carry a compact because it is lighter."
"Well, I'd rather have the fifteen rounds and one in the chamber, thank you very much. That's five more rounds in a tight spot. Hell, I even ran out of the thirty rounds on the MP5 today. I heard there is a new forty round magazine. We should look into those."
"Okay, Wild Bill, this is really an unusual time. There's not as much action in the entire Marshal's Service in a year as you've had in a week. The next thing you know you'll be carrying extra magazines around."
I blushed really bad, "You don't do you," Howard asked?
I reached into my coat pockets and sheepishly pulled out a magazine from each pocket.
"You're a good scout, Chuck. Actually, considering what you've been through, I don't blame you. Most of us don't carry extra magazines unless we're going on specific duty. You do what you're comfortable with."
We went downstairs to a nice private banquet room. The big cheese, John Scott himself, greeted us. He introduced us to the other DC people. The personnel guy said to Bobby and me, "I see you both finished your Sergeant's exam and you finished your Lieutenant's with hundreds all around. It's good to see sharp people out in the field."
Howard was eavesdropping and smiled happily. Sarah caught our eyes and winked at us.
A surprise guest with us was Ms. White and Reggie. Ms. White was sitting next to Howard and his wife, with Reggie next to Metarie.
When we were seated at the table, Deputy Marshal Scott had me sit at his right, with Howard on his left. Bobby sat next to me, with Sarah sitting next to her. Several of our senior guys were here, along with a bunch of bureau people, including the agent in charge.
We all had drinks. I noticed John Scott had scotch and water, so it was only coincidence that I had asked for that before he ordered his. He had corrected my order to be some expensive single malt stuff and without water. It was too expensive for my blood, but really good.
The dinner was prime rib and not nearly as good as Reggie's. I wondered what Reggie thought of the quality being served.
Throughout the meal, the conversation was kept very light. When Marshal Scott asked me how I afforded such expensive clothing, I gave him the same story I had given Howard. Mr. Scott looked down at Ms. White and said, "You have impeccable taste. Thank you for directing our young man in his clothing selection. You're giving him some good habits."
Ms. White thanked him and said, "It was a pleasure. I felt I should help him spend his special clothing allowance properly, and I wanted him to make a good public relations impression on our clients and prospective employers. Reggie was the one that already knew where to shop, though. He just drags me there because I can put what should be worn together for him."
"You did a great job for Mr. Johnson. He's the best dressed Deputy in the service."
After the very nice meal, John stood and spoke to the group. "First of all, Howard, please stand."
"The U.S. Marshal's Service has many men that do great things and perform beyond expectations every day. Some perform that way for extended periods of time. Howard Smith has performed that way every day since he was sworn in so long ago. For his contribution to the service and this office, Howard is promoted to full Commander within the U.S. Marshal's Service."
There was applause all around.
"I want you all to know that this lady next to Mrs. Smith was instrumental in hiring Marshal Johnson. We all know how lucky we've been to have him over this past week. Chuck, Bobby, Sarah, would you three stand."
The three of us stood up, wondering what was coming.
Mr. Scott handed Howard something then said, "For having the ability to act under pressure and under fire in a manner that expresses the traits of a heroic Marshal, Sarah, the service presents you with the Legion of Merit award for courage. You are the first person within a clerical position to ever receive this award, as well as the first within clerical to be promoted to Sergeant."
We all applauded Sarah as Howard pinned the medal to her suit coat.
Marshal Scott handed Howard something again then began, "For her quick thinking, courage, and heroism under fire, I award you, Bobby, with this Medal of Valor for performance of duty beyond expectations. Congratulations, Sergeant."
Bobby was really smiling. This was the same medal her Danny had been awarded posthumously.
Marshal Scott turned to me and said, "Be at attention." Then, very softly, he said, "Marine."
"Charles Johnson, for courage, heroism, and the performance in protecting your unit, you are awarded this Medal of Valor." He pinned the medal on me.
For your performance so far beyond what could be expected of you as a Deputy Marshal, and that exemplifies the Marine Corps that you are still a part of, you are awarded this Silver Star. Congratulations, Sergeant Johnson. Semper Fi!"
As I answered "Ooorah," several men around the table enthusiastically gave that same salute.
Marshal Scott stepped back and saluted. I couldn't help it, I returned the salute.
He smiled at me and said, "Be at ease," then vigorously shook my hand.
As the formal ceremony broke up, several men came forward to congratulate me, almost all saying, "We should have known, only a Marine, Special Operations, too."
There was a long meet and greet with some having another drink, but Sarah, Bobby, and I didn't partake. When it was time, Howard radioed a duty person to take us back upstairs. John Scott said he would see us in the morning.
Sarah said she was coming with us and we three left to go upstairs. Before entering the lobby, it was thoroughly checked with our guy staying in constant contact with the other duty people. Once we entered the elevator we relaxed as it was programmed to only go to our floor. When it hit the third floor and stopped, there were four, forty caliber Glocks pointing at a bellhop with the cart. He almost fainted.
The duty guy said, "I forgot about the room service kitchen. Come on, we won't hurt."
The man warily pushed the cart onto the elevator, and we proceeded to the top floor. The duty guy met us laughing, as he had seen the confrontation with the bellhop. "My bad, I should have radioed you that I had ordered. Who would have guessed he was coming up at that exact same time. Sorry guy."
The bellhop wasn't too amused but said, "That was the scariest thing I've ever seen. Those barrels are huge when they're pointing at you that close."
As the three of us were going in the room, Sarah said, "I'm staying tonight. We're going to bed early, so goodnight."
The duty guy was more interested in his food than us at that point, and waved goodnight.
We locked the double door and put the stops down. Bobby said, "I saw some Mai Tai mix. Let's have one of those when we've changed. Let's see, where were we the last time we were interrupted?"
Sarah said, "We were relaxing in the jacuzzi."
Bobby went over to the patio door and opened it. She flipped a switch and we heard the blower motor of the jacuzzi out on the patio start up. "Last one in has to fix the Mai Tais."
The two ladies raced toward Bobby's room, while I hobbled to mine. I took my clothes off and hung them up, preserving the creases and press. When I was stripped, I kept my leg on and used my cane to walk faster back to the open patio door. Both ladies were already in the jacuzzi. Sarah asked, "Can you make them real tall please, and make sure you crush the ice?"
I didn't grimace, but I did grin. I was flopping in the breeze while they were in the jacuzzi. It didn't take that long to fix the Mai Tais.
Let's see, first there was both light rum and dark rum. I think a shot of each. I opened the little cans of sweet and sour mix and little cans of pineapple juice. I set up three very tall Collins glasses and poured the light rum in first, added some crème de almond, then the triple sec. Next was the sweet and sour mix and pineapple juice, then I topped it with some dark rum. I think everything I put in was about double because I used the big glass.
I put some ice in a blender and crushed it then hand scooped it into the drinks. I tasted one and it was decent. I found three straws and stuffed them into the drinks. Hmmm, I have to get three drinks out to the Jacuzzi without spilling them.
Oh well, I took two and made it out there without spilling any. I handed them to the ladies and went back for mine. Once on the patio, I took off my leg and the stump sock and swung myself into the tub.
The two girls separated and helped me to sit between them. Bobby reached over and brought me my drink and we all sipped a little. Bobby said, "Nice. This is the way to relax."
I nodded.
Sarah said, "This is almost as nice as back at the house. There's one thing wrong though."
I bit.
She reached over and began caressing my dick. "This thing has to be at attention for me to really relax."
Bobby and I both laughed.
We relaxed and just amiably chatted while sipping our drinks. Before long Sarah was getting herself pretty worked up.
Bobby noticed how agitated Sarah was getting and said, "What's up, Sarah, are you having trouble from this morning?"
"Not at all, I just need an injection and I'm holding the hypodermic. Would it be crude if I gave myself a shot?"'
Bobby really laughed then. Before Bobby could answer, Sarah was sliding down on me, enclosing me in a warm tight orifice that was squeezing and quivering.
"My, oh my, you were serious weren't you," Bobby said, leaning over to kiss me while picking up my hand to put it under Sarah's breast. I took the hint and held them both in my hands, leaning back and closing my eyes as Sarah rose and fell, pushing me totally into her.
"God, that feels so good. Oh, oh, so good, Bobby. I don't know whether you've had this yet or not, but you've got to try it. Damn it's so good, oh, oh, I'm going to let loose any second, oh my goodness." Her voice was getting louder as she progressed toward her peak. I pinched her nipples very firmly, helping her go over the top. Her pussy felt so good and was so exciting, I joined her shooting way up inside her while Bobby leaned to kiss me.
The two ladies now had me really excited. Sarah leaned back into me and was holding my hands over her breasts so I wouldn't pinch her nipples any more. "You did me so good. That was perfect and I even felt you shooting in me. That felt so warm and mushy. God, that felt great, I think I'm going to assign you as resident relaxer."
Sarah wiggled her butt around on me and said, "You're still hard, I might want some more, but not this second. Let me off so I can relax and your thing can go down."
Sarah pulled off me, but Bobby kissed me, centered me, and sat on me, lying back against me. As I groaned from her weight and the good feeling, Sarah said, "Oh my, that is so sexy, so nasty, now I want more. Fuck him, Bobby, make him squirt into you."
I held Bobby's massive breasts, pinching and caressing her nipples as she slid her slick pussy up and down. Her pussy felt even better than Sarah's. Damn, this woman was nice. After about ten minutes of sliding up and down on me, Bobby's breathing became more ragged and her moans became louder. I was straining to hold back. I reached around and caressed her clit while she was riding up and down. That did it. Bobby gave a loud grunt, and flowed around me. I could feel her juices even beneath the water. I let myself go, sending millions of tiny little creatures deep into her.
She leaned back against me. I surprised her when I picked her up and turned her around so we could kiss. She looked at me funny and said, "Are you that strong?"
I smiled and whispered, "The water."
We kissed, then I pulled Sarah to me and kissed her. Sarah said, "We should get out before we look like prunes."