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MIstress Carina DeLuca loves rewarding good pussy and Bad Kitty has been on her best behavior all day. She played with
her toys drank her milk and licked herself clean. Mistress starts by rubbing her head, back and ass Kitty comes closer with
a smile on her face. She proceeds by kissing and biting her neck making Kitty purr and wag the butt plug she has in as a tail.
She takes Kitty's firm D cups out of her bra and uses her thumbnails on the blooming nipples atop them. Kitty hissed when
Mistress squeezes her most noticeable assets.

“Good Kittys get 'rewarded', she says before she begins to taste, lick and suck her as accolades for her expression of feline
femininity. After she floods her face with her pleasure she slowly removed the plug so she can taste herself as she slides into
her already flooded pussy. Mistress wears the next largest strapon that she has in their collection, and she strokes Kitty deep
stretching her walls and acclimating her to the sheer size of their toy. Her Mistress' girth is exactly what Bad Kitty wanted and
needed. It spreads her lips wide and they wrap tightly around it. The deep strokes from behind make the naughty Kitty purr like a
Ferrari engine on idle.

From one position to the next the electricity between them is palpable, Kitty screams in ecstasy as she squirts all over Mistresses'
long and bulky faux rubber prick. Mistress Carina has one last reward for her good Kitty: a milk bath. She pours almond milk all
over her naked body from the carafe filled to the brim and spits more in her mouth as she drinks from her LOHL (Love Of Her Life).
Carina pours what’s left over her "cock" as she sucks her deep. Carina delivers a gentle slap on the cheek of her Bad Kitty when
she sits back on her heels with a sly Bad Kitty grin. Meow!

"I love you more every day", Carina said. They're in bed after a long shower that they thoroughly washed one another during.
"You are everything I want in a partner. It's like; a dream that I'm scared I'll wake up from and this happiness is gone. You've worked
so hard to prove that you can be the woman that I need for you to be: the therapy brought out the compassionate and caring Maya
I always knew was beneath that 'eyes forward' wall that you built. I must remember to send Dr. Lewis a nice bottle of wine!"

"I'm glad to hear that. You can't imagine! It's something I avoided before you, and now every time that you say it I can feel the goofy
grin everyone claims that I walk around with forming-this time when I walk into the station with "swagger" there's no random guy
or woman that caused it...right away they all know that it's HOT ITALIAN DOCTOR swagger and I don't care!"

The beautiful doctor grinned and asked and "What is "swagger" please?"

According to the translator on my phone it is...s-p-a-v-a-l-d-e-r-i-a."

"Ah, yes: spavalderia! By the way...is the submission/domination as titillating for you as it is for me?

"Let me phrase it this way, "Mistress"...with you as the domme I'm very comfortable as a sub. Giving up control is so-the word I guess
I'm looking for is REFRESHING!"

"We should do it more often than we are then," Carina said.

"OHHELLYES!" Maya agrees.

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"Hey Doctore Spavalderia!" Ameilia Sheperd hailed her friend the next morning. "Damn-I should have pressed harder on that
threeway!

"Oh, Bambola! You are truly something else!"

"And I brought coffee" the very much shorter colleague stated. Already buzzing from two cups from earlier, Carina accepted the
offering not wanting to hear Amelia's feelings.

"I am happy that you and Maya are working on your relationship even though I did have reservations: she used to be a 'player'
and I worried that she would revert to her old habits-you know what I mean by player ?

"A person who has many lovers or special 'friends'?"

"Exactly. It's a good sign that she is in therapy and working on being better for you. I'm mostly glad for you. But if she should hurt you I'm
good with a knife: I'm a surgeon after all."

"DON'T do THAT !" Carina laughed out loud.

Her voice lowered, Amelia said "So what do the two of you lovebirds get up to?" Her eyebrows wiggle as she said If it's not too
personal."

"My GOD, Amelia!"

"Don't act all shocked and surprised! I seem to remember masturbating for one of your studies!"

"That is very true-well done!"

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Maya reports to Dr. Lewis that her relationship with Carina is progressing nicely. She finds it more natural now to share her
feelings; and is actually happy about it! "I'm on good terms with my Mom again, and I located Mason. He's in a rehab facility
now,; when he completes that I'm going to ask Carina if he can live with us."

Diane asked “If she says no?”

“She won’t.” Maya said this very confidently.

“The possibility doesn’t disappear because it makes you uncomfortable to confront it” the therapist said.

"I'm not uncomfortable; I know my girlfriend better than YOU DO, okay!"

"Alright, let's leave that for now. Tell me more about your Mother and how the two of you are interacting."

"I told her that I realize that my Dad didn't only make my and Mason's life a living hell, but hers as well. And I apologized for
looking down on her, and have lost respect for her when she didn't stand up to him. It, um...it seems that neither Mason nor
I knew that he was abusing her physically. I felt like a complete ass then-the poor excuse for a mother that I labeled her as,
who in my recollection failed to protect us actually took the brunt of his rage. I even called her a weakling in front of Carina,
and suggested that she fuck off with such a superior tone." She sniffled loudly and teared up, and Diane passed her a Kleenex.

"I figured out that my Dad put that image of her in my head. Apparently, he forced sex on her as well. He's a fucking brute, and I
blocked all of his calls. I told you that he assaulted me at a scene?"

Diane nodded.

"He was arrested. He has a court date next month."

"Will you go?"

"I haven't decided."

They sit in silence for a while before Maya asks "Would you go? Replace your Dad with mine; your upbringing with mine...would you go?"

"I don't think that I would," Diane says quietly. "My harsh feelings would likely interfere."

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The BEST PART OF SEX with Lucas Ripley is the act itself; a VERY CLOSE SECOND is the "after-glow": when the two of them lie
together, bodies cooling down once they have cum. In the after-glow, you ask for something that might normally be a hard no,
like:

"I've always wanted to poke my finger in a man's butt"

"Yeaaah...you keep wondering about that", Lucas replied easily.

Vic fake-pouted: "You would deny your soon-to-be-bride a simple request?"

"So-the weddings off?!"

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"Victoria: your father felt faint last night, and you know him...he refused to go to emergency until I called your GrandMother."

Alarmed, Vic asked "Is Daddy okay??!"

"Yes, Yes-and don't shout! MIld heart palpitations; he wasn't even admitted. I am keeping him home from the restaurant today."

"I'm coming out, Mommy-the first flight that I can get"...

Her mother said "Don't be ridiculous, Baby-continue planning your wedding; your father is fine. He's resting or he'd tell you himself.
You know that he hates to make a fuss, and I promise to call you immediately if there are any changes, no matter how minor. Yes?"

"Fine. And don't wear yourself out taking care of him-the two of you can afford someone to come in and help out: promise?"

"Yes, Dear. Say hello to Lucas; I expect to speak to him next time. Both of you are well?"

"We are. He's at his tux fitting...whoop, he's calling-'Bye, Mom LOVE YOU!"

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Grinning, Robert Sullivan tells his best friend "Some 'Best Man' advice for ya, Down Unda-you're on your THIRD 'wedding tux': either
make this one your last, or hang onto it for the next time: these tailor-made shits are...GODDAMN"!

"Fucking Best Man is jinxing me: TRAVIS, you're up!" The three men enjoy a good laugh. "And where's Gibson and Warren?"

"Gibson and Inara are hanging out with Marcus for the day-picnic at the park; Tuck has a baseball doubleheader he's playing;
Warren should meet us at the houseboat later unless-you know-extra innings". Sullivan is up next...during which Vic calls Lucas:
"My Father In Law to be had some sort of episode last night; a mild heart issue", he reports. "Unknown how and if the wedding's
affected."

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Jack's favorite ice cream flavor is chocolate chip mint, which Marcus decided is also HIS favorite. Inara settled on butterscotch. It's
a beautiful spring day-perfect for a family outing. Marcus takes off with his dog Champ (after his Mother signed that he should go no
farther than fifty feet from their current location. After he takes off with Champ and his kite, Inara leans into her man with a content-
ed sigh. "Thank God Ted has stopped bothering me, she said. "I want you to know that, that you won't have to wait much longer: you
have been very patient and I appreciate it." She smiled and kissed him. "Really-thank you. And I have more good news; My Mom agreed
to take Marcus for the weekend."

"Your Mom is a GREAT AMERICAN!", Jack grinned happily.

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After the brief interruption in their romance, 'LEMILY' found themselves back in each others' lives again. There
remain at least two minor pieces of business yet to address: Luke's 'no longer quarantine sex bud' Sam (SAMANTHA)
who still has feelings for him, Joaquin Luna, the political activist who came into Emily's life after Luke's foolish ending
of their once in a lifetime ..the Sam issue can be more easily disposed of than the Joaquin issue-he's currently
in Miami and before he left he and Em decided on no 'ties'.

" La quieres, Ke...al Sam ?" she asked him in bed one night after sex.

" NO-de eso te aseguro...y Joaquin ?" he asked in return.

" Entiendame una cosa, Vida: a TI TE AMO...solo a TI "

"Do you expect him soon?"

Em yawns and says "Six days, I think. I know that I have to speak with him, end whatever it is. No te preocupes."

"You know me...I never worry."

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La quieres, Ke...al Sam?: Do you love Sam, Ke?
NO-de eso te aseguro...y Joaquin?: Of that I can guarantee you
Entiendame una cosa, Vida: a TI TE AMO..solo a TI: Understand one thing my love: I LOVE YOU-only YOU.

No te preocupes: Don't worry about it.

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KE-Emily's nickname for Luke a derivative of the way a Latino might pronounce Luke (Loo-KAY)

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Derek's NYPD liaison on Major Case is Harlee Santos, a beautiful and vivacious go-getter who sparks his immediate
interest. The flirty-casual remarks and teasing side eyes she gave him he notes with satisfaction. About two or so years
ago they met on a joint FBI-NYPD task force and hit it off so well that they made several trips between DC and Gotham
City for a few months, at least for a while...the distance, and the places in their lives each was in at the time precluded
anything more substantive and with time they fell out of touch. Now Harlee needs a fresh start and she never considered
a location other than the nation's capital. A week after landing there she accepted a position in MC and after that position
was secured she went in search of her former lover.

A woman like her doesn't often wait for a man (or ANYONE) outside of their workplace for an hour (MUCH LESS FOUR):
yet that's what she did-she waited outside the structure between 9th and 10th streets until the tall, muscular, and matinee-
quality handsome Senior Agent walked out the front entrance. He stopped short, sniffed at the wind, and smiled broadly
when his dark eyes settled on her, perched on the edge of a fountain 50 yards twenty yards away.

"Damn, baby" he gushed, hugging her tightly. "I didn't expect to see YOU again...not after..."

The way we left it", she teased, flashing her dimples. "I moved here-fresh start. It was fast, yeah, and impulsive-check:
but that's how I do things...WELL... SOME THINGS...remember ?"

He grinned back. "Oh YEAH, yes I do."

They never always saw eye-to-eye on investigative or interrogation techniques, or how far was too far to push a suspect:
one place they never disagreed was in the bedroom...entering her again is like riding a bike (muscle memory re-instated
itself almost instantly): he 'threw his bone' and she 'bit back at it'...for over an hour and twenty minutes. "OK...I GET IT,
' Sweet Dick '! What kind of an asshole am I to give this up for a year, was it? ASS-hole!" she panted, fresh
perspiration blooming all over her incredible curves.

Derek laughed aloud. "That's me: Sweet Dick Derek!"

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Settled between Harlee's open legs, his gaze riveted at the pink, moist flesh of her sex, open and glistening before him. To her delight, he
reached out, spread the fleshy lips apart, and lowered his face to the crevice between her thighs. His hot breath caressed the swollen inner sex,
stoking the already raging inferno in her loins. The first swipe of his hot tongue over her clitoris caused her to cry out, and she tilted her pelvis
UP, allowing him increased access. His eager and expert oral diligence, coupled with her already heightened level of desire ignited a quicker
than normal explosion. Her body went limp, and Derek slid up her body and claimed her mouth, the moisture from her fluids glistening on his
full lips. She licked his chin and lips, shivering when she tasted herself on his mouth and tongue./p>

His dark eyes are glazed with lust while nudging her thighs apart, and his excitement fueled hers-she raised her knees higher and he easily
sheathed his cock in her slippery heat with one thrust. "Siiiii!" she hissed, the fingers of both hands kneading his muscular back and shoulders.
She spread her thighs wider, arching her back in welcome. He pumped his slim hips slowly and deliberately, his pace steady for the first two
dozen or so thrusts. A warm glow begins to spread throughout Harlee's widely stretched labia; she rocked up to meet him every time he pushed
in. Their on-the-job differences aside, THIS is where there is a clear and obvious 'meeting of the minds'...once again, the Latina's world crashed
into splinters of heat, an orgasm ripping through her entire being. Her fingers clenched tightly on Derek's neck; his avid mouth never left her
breast, laving the nipple heatedly to prolong to another smaller orgasm.

"SWEET DICK DEREK'!" she giggled.

Later she says "Sooo...you're goin' back to DC, or"-?

"Harlee; that's my duty station, Baby Girl...why do y'ask?"

Taking a deep breath she blurts "I...I gotta get outta New York...do you have sway with the Metro PD or even...the Bureau?"

Derek says with BOTH, really. What's the problem; Stahl?"

"YEAH. STAHL."

TBC

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--TANNER--

He doesn't want to hear it-he really DOES NOT...it's obvious that the words that she says are sincere and he never had
caught her in a lie- he thought maybe it's because he never asked certain direct questions is the reason for THAT, but still...

"It doesn't have to be that way Andy; I'm tight with the Captain of Station 22 in SJ and...

"I'm not moving to San Jose, Tanner. You aren't listening: I'm staying here with Sullivan. I'm WITH SULLIVAN."

"Pruitt said-"

"What you wanted to hear-what you WANTED to believe."

He shook his head. Stubborn and insistent. "He wouldn't convince me to come all the way back here for some bullshit. I'm
not buying it. He knows that I was getting settled there, making a life-I don't think..."

Andy is getting frustrated, and anxious that Robert is expected there soon to help with the rest of the move. "I'LL deal
with my dad. YOU believe what you want. It's true that we had some issues recently but he loves me and I love him, Ryan. I'm
in love with him."

"Andy Herrera in love? Gimme a fuckin' break!"

"Believe what you want!" said a very frustrated Andy. "And speaking of my Dad and FURIOUS that he was right about one thing:
he accused me of 'shitting where I eat', which was true with Gibson and true again in this case. I fell in love with my CAPTAIN...I did it
AGAIN-I shit where I eat AGAIN! Ugggh!"

"I'll bet you don't enjoy having THAT saying stuck in your head!" he joked.

RIGHT!? I know that you're hurt, and I understand if you don't feel that we can be best friends any longer. I can promise you that
I know one-hundred percent if I'm in love because I've never felt this way before. Please understand, Ry. Of course...you and I can no
longer be intimate..."

"Yeah...of course."

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--GIBSON--

Jack had a bad feeling about this urgent text he received from his ex-lover, and when she starts speaking he sort of 'faded out' by
the second sentence. "...you understand, right, Jack? JACK!?"

"Sorry; I blanked for a few seconds: what was that?"

"I was saying that I have met a man whom I love and who I intend to spend the rest of my life with. You'll find out anyway so I might as
well tell you...It's SULLIVAN. I did tell you that I don't want an ongoing relationship with you or anyone, and I meant it at the time, but...
I fell in love, that's all I can say. I really regret my behavior with you and Tanner-that was very unfair and I apologize. I was so wrapped
up in my wants and needs that I never stopped to consider either of your feelings. That's pretty much it-I won't be 'keeping company'
anymore with either of you: you or Tanner. I hope that we can still be friends and that we can still work together."

"Have you thought this through? He's our BOSS' BOSS' BOSS?!!"

"We have a plan. I appreciate your concern but we don't need anyone's help."

"Fair enough. To answer your question I won't make waves. I could lie and say I'm happy for you but we both know that I'm not.
Good luck, though. Really."

"Thanks, Jack." She left him with a kiss on the cheek.

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Later, on the way to Safeway (the one near Robert's house) she texted him to say that she has ended things with both of her former
and will arrive at his after her stop for groceries. she purchased bone-in ribeye, green beans, brussels, corn, and strawberry cheesecake;
topping off her purchases with a 12-pack of Dos Quis beer. Forty minutes ad=fter entering the market she arrived at Sullivan's. They put
away the food that they didn't immediately need and started cooking the meal. Robert didn't mention her text, so she broke the
circle of small talk"

"Curious about how Tanner and Gibson reacted, Chief?", Andy jokes.

He shrugs. "Not my story, Baby."

"WEll...I want to tell you...OK?" He nods, and she continues: "Tanner; he responded by asking me to move to San Jose: almost as
if he didn't hear me say I'd met someone who I'm in love with: YOU."

Robert asks "And WHY is back in Seattle?"

"Three guesses..."

"My Father In Law."

Andy starts a 'slow clap' to congratulate him. "And Gibson?"

"He brought up the fact of our difference in rank, conveniently forgetting that when I first arrived at 19 he was a Lieutenant and me a
'grunt'...ANYWAY...By the end he wished us well; won't get in our way." Noting his expression Andy adds "Neither of them will report
us-don't worry."

The cooking completed, Sullivan says "Whatever you say. I'm very hungry; I set the table, you serve?"

"I ALWAYS serve, whether you 'set' or not!" she reminded him.

The meal is excellent, and thoroughly enjoyed by both. Once the dishes are stacked in the automatic washer they eat strawberry cheese-
cake while watching a cheesy program about a gaggle of randy and very attractive and fit firefighters who engage in 'musical bunks'
(and supply closets...and turn-out rooms) between some very implausible fire disasters and rescues. The 'doctor' program following
it is just as 'randy'-- very attractive and fit doctors and interns who solve implausible medical mysteries between THEIR version of
'musical bunks' (and storage rooms...and on-call rooms): the main difference is that the doctors marry each other...as well as their
friends' spouses; and THIS doctor has children with THAT one, and blended families run rampant. As they have 48 hours until they
return to duty they decide on morning sex after that heavy meal...

***CONTINUE?***

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(Adriana Ramirez to her daughter Micki):

"Mi'ja...we women often forget that we put our men in untenable positions: they must make sure that their WOMAN feels VALIDATED;
and SECURE; that SHE is consistently RE-ASSURED...we forget that he is human. Think about the last time that you let him know that
to VENT, or CRY...to let you know that he's DOUBTFUL or AFRAID. I made that mistake many times with tu Papá: without realizing it I
made him afraid that I'd weaponize those things I mentioned against him later...I'm so ashamed that to fin that sometimes after work
he would sit in his car in the driveway for about fifteen minutes before coming inside-he would rather sit in silence, in that lonely car rather
than come inside to me." She paused to wipe away tears. Tanta pena me da. ."

" Mama...recuerde queue Usted TABIEN es humano. Lo arreglaste con Papá, verdad? He guardado cosas importante de Trey-cosas ."
que no deberia confiar a Walker...y eso lo lamento . From now on I will do better-your talk helped me realize where I have been
wrong. Thank you Mami. I'm gonna go; say hi to Mike for me." She kissed Adriana and left.

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The moment Trey arrived at their home Micki rushed over and jumped into his arms, putting her arms around his neck and her legs
around his waist. "I love you and from this minute on I will keep NOTHING from you: NADA ...I have been a bad girlfriend
but I'm learning: I WANT TO LEARN and I will. I..."

She peppered his face and neck with kisses until he halted her briefly: "Baby, Baby...it's okay; it's alright...apology accepted!"

She nodded her face buried in the crook of his neck. "I wanna go to bed: but I don't wanna make love...I want you to FUCK ME...
FOLLAME, Trey !"

He did: SEVERAL TIMES...

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Tanta pena que me da/it gives me so much shame.

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Mama...recuerde queue Usted TABIEN es humano. Lo arreglaste con Papá, verdad? He guardado cosas importante de Trey-cosas
que no deberia confiar a Walker...y eso lo lamento/Mom-remember that you are also human. You fixed things with daddy, right?
I have kept information from Trey-information that I told to Walker instead....and I really regret that.

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Follame Trey/Fuck me Trey

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"For too long you have treated me as i I am one of many options, Bambina. I believe that you love me, however, your demons
raise their heads again and again. I have tried not to care, and that is impossible...I must remove myself from the equation in
order to regain MYSELF. I have lost my self-esteem, my self-respect...I don't know recognize myself anymore. I don't blame you
for any of that; I said in the very beginning that I have not made a habit of fixing broken people, and I broke my own vow. And do
now I am leaving; I did not sell my condo as I said that I planned to, because I knew deep down that this would happen."

Hollowly, Maya said "Well...I guess that's that; next stop MICHELLE, or is it GABRIELA?"

"You have a lot of nerve to say that when you are the one who screwed JACK GIBSON and then the barista! Fiele Totale !
I do not know why I am shocked. Anyway; I can't take everything tonight-is it fine with you if I arrange to retrieve the larger items
between now and Sunday?"

"My only requirement is that you have everything gone by Sunday and that you schedule it so that I'm on shift when you come back.
I'm 'on' again...today is MONDAY: my next shift is a two-day tour, on Wednesday...is that enough time?"

"I'm sure that it is...Maya, this doesn't have to be adversarial..."

"Think about it and let me know because on MONDAY I'm changing the locks," Maya said coldly.

"I'm sorry that we've come to this," Carina said sadly. "I'm sorry that you are angry that I don't agree that you were undermined by
Robert, or betrayed by Andy because she won't leave him: Andy promised to love and cherish him, support and love him no matter
what...how you could expect her to side with you is...it doesn't make sense. And when you disobeyed that Scene Commander that
was YOUR DECISION..."

"YOU'Re LEAVING I understood you to say" Maya interrupted.

"Yes; goodbye, Maya."

"Goodbye."

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NO DOUBT many women swoon when Damien Scott turns his predatory gaze onto them; JESSICA CORTEZ isn't impressed. One
man and one many only made her spine tingle; her stomach turn flips...her eyes to light up and her loins to moisten: DANIEL
"HONDO" HARRELSON. He's miles away though, in Los Angeles, and she's stuck in the FBI training facility in Quantico Virginia with
Sgt Scott of Section 20...her first day of class a Chicago Detective-a pretty blonde named Erin Lindsay warned her off Scott, whom
she'd trained with before: "Stonebridge, the British guy? He's okay; he doesn't push after you've said maybe another time, or whatever;
SCOTT? Underneath the good looks and great physique, he has SELECTIVE DEAFNESS: especially when a woman rejects his advances...

"ERIN! you don't mean-?"

No; not that! I don't think that he would ever just take what he wants, he just...tires you out with his endless pleas for sex. Noticing her
new friend's raised eyebrows, Erin said "YEAH...he got me. I made the mistake of mentioning that I broke up with my boyfriend before
my trip here, and I got kinda weepy in the bar, which he was quick to pounce on. Then I found out he was trying to screw every woman
here and that was that."

"God's Gift to women?" the Latina grinned.

"A legend in his own mind," Erin verified.

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In her nicely appointed suite, Cortez helps herself to the minibar and thinks about her man, back in LA while Sade croons on the high-
end system:

[You're not the man who gave me everything-I've ever wanted...
You're not the man; Who stepped inside my life...And haunted every, every day...

A knock on the door drew her attention; thinking that it might be Erin, she grimaced to find Damien Scott darkening her doorway.
"What the hell do you want, Sgat Scott?" she asked irritably.

"Quick drink in the bar downstairs?" Though she had told him no at least ten times, in his experience he had a very good chance
to wear the stunning Latina's defenses down.

"NO THANK YOU."

Noting that she still held the stereo remote in her hand, Jess turned the volume up a bit, trusting that he'd take the hint:
[You're not the man...Who would bleed for me; But never shed a tear
You're not the one...Said he'd always be near...And you're not the one
Who said he'd never leave; The one who made me believe in me
That is someone who can do no wrong...]

Damien Scott is not a man who accepts 'no thank you' in the normal course of his romantic pursuits; he knows that his animal
magnetism usually wins the day for him (as it had with Lindsay-she said no at least twenty times before she finally wore down).
"So; just one cocktail? I'll escort you from the bar precisely at 1000hrs-Scout's honour." Jessica smirked and shook her head in
wonder (he'd raised the wrong hand)...

"Sgt Scott: I'm attached, as I have explained to you multiple times, and we have class tomorrow. Also, if I weren't attached the
answer would still be no. Goodnight."

"OK, OK...how about THIS: we have the cocktail HERE in your suite, and see where it goes from there?"

The back and forth continued, with him asking and her denying; neither noticed the elevator 'ding' and the tall figure who stepped
off...Jess was the first to be alerted, due to the subtle but unique men's cologne that reached her nostrils: "BABY!" she cried, shoving
past the very shocked Scott and leaping into Hondo Harrelson's muscled arms. ¿ Que haces aqui, Amorcito-no me digas que
dejaste a S.W.A.T. Y...?"

Laughing aloud, Hondo replied "¡ CALMA, Babe...Hicks me aprobo una semana de vacaciones; por supuesto vine a verte ."

From behind them a loud 'throat clear' from Scott. "OH, Baby...this is Sgt Damien Scottt... me quiere follar; le deje varias veces que ando con-
tigo, pero ...[he wants to fuck me; I have told him several times that I am with you, but...]

"¿ AH, SI ?...you wanna fuck my woman, my man?" [Oh, yes?]

"I just came to ask if you wanted to go for a quickie--I mean quick drink ," he quickly amended.

"Did she say yes?"

Knowing that the truth would come out, Scott admitted that she had not.

"A'ight; I haven't seen her in weeks, so...'nite." He guided an eager Jess into the suite and closed the door...

[You're not the man-Who said he'd never leave: Couldn't breathe And could not sleep without me...]

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Micki

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This has reached the level of ridiculous: it's actually ar past that...she hadn't told TREY yet-the last thing she needs is
a fuss created at her workplace-his PTSD more likely than not will trigger violence were he to be aware. This of course
violates their agreement to keep nothing from one another-she'll simply avoid disclosing the actual timeframe; she will
of course tell him once the issue is resolved. Though unsure of how and if she'll disclose to her immediate supervisor
(Captain Larry James), there is one thing she knows, that she is one hundred percent invested in: she loves Trey with all
her heart. Meeting him is the single most important event in her brief existence. He's her PERSON, the one who 'gets her'-
and he's as dedicated to her as she is to him. It was HE who said 'I love you' first (though only because had been waiting
for the right time).

Captain James

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James hung up the telephone and made a disgusted noise in his throat. He is disgusted because the conversation only
verified what he now knew to be true: a nest of misogynist, quasi-racist, entitled, Trump-like trolls call the division
under his command home, tormenting the female troopers and the very few female Rangers with unwanted sexual
inuendos, advances, and veiled threats of assault if their advances are not accepted. This...CANCER requires decisive
action...walking to the door, he opened it and called out "RAMIREZ-a word, please."

Micki changed direction and clomped back to where James waited.

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"I know what's going on in my division, Micki-what you've decided to keep to yourself, for God knows what reason. I
brought you into the R's, against opposition you would not believe...I placed my trust in you and for some reason I
haven't earned YOURS."

"Sir, my keeping quiet about what I've experienced had nothing to do with my not trusting you. I deeply trust and respect
you Captain. I also know that you as a Man Of Color you fight your own daily battles with the suits as well as the uniforms;
I'm sorry that you felt a lack of trust from me. I didn't intend that. I-I thought that I'd fix it myself... que pendeja ,
eh, Sir?"

"I was a little butt-hurt about your not coming to me with this-more so because it seems that the division's full of sexist
bullies and perverts. Rest assured I'm on it and I will fix it."

"When any of them approach can you try to activate your 'record' mode-when they approach, or even after they have engaged?
That way we have an evidentiary trail that can't be disputed. You would have to endure multiple incidents of harassment, so
keep that in mind."

Micki, without hesitating said "I don't need to think it over, Sir. I accept."

"Good. You should loop Trey in if you haven't already."

"Yes. That conversation is long overdue."

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Suitors are oblivious to the discomfort they're creating. In both studies, suitors thought that their targets had more freedom to say no and were more comfortable saying no than targets reported.
Suitors don't think targets are as worried as they are. The professional consequences of rebuffing a colleague are often on the minds of targets dealing with unwanted romantic pursuits, and trying to say no. Suitors don't see their targets as worried when, in fact, they really are.
Suitors don't realize targets are rearranging their daily lives to avoid them. If you're dealing with unwanted romantic attention, the research suggests that you are probably changing your behavior much more than suitors imagine.
Suitors do not see their attention as distracting. When targets are navigating the process of trying

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YoYo finally decided that there is no RIGHT TIME to tell her life mate what is on her mind: has been on her mind since
their son Alonso (Flint) took his first steps..."Mack"...

Mack caught the giggling Flint in mid-flip, much to the eternal chagrin of the child's mother. "MACK!" she repeated, clearly perturbed
now.

"Que, hombre he asked. "I asked 'what'? when you first said something!"

"Ke, 'omae!" Flint tried to repeat.

Elena tried not to laugh at her son's antics, and of course, did not succeed. "Quiet, Sir; and YOU Big Sir...I want to discuss another baby."

"Hmmm. I can see that." And he tossed his son into the air again, making Elena's heart rate goes up; she KNOWS that he won't drop
their son-he never has and she doesn't think that he ever WILL..but babies kick their little legs and flail their little arms: they are NOT
aerodynamic with their pudgy bellies am=nd limbs and something could happen...

"You...did you say yes: we can have another?" She hadn't expected him to agree so quickly, and she isn't excatly positive that she
has the capacity to love another baby the same as little Flint...

"YES I said yes," Mack responded, easily capturing his airborne tike in one huge mitt. "Flint's...ten months?"

She rolled her eyes. '"HOMBRES-ni saben cuando nacieren sus propios hijos -he is ELEVEN MONTHS: why do you men
know beisbol scores from 1920 but are too bothered to know how old your children are?!"

"I was close!" he muttered sheepishly. "ANYWAY...another baby, you say?

YoYo laughed aloud. "That was a good one-I give you credit! Yes, after this one is one year, maybe...I would like him and my little girl
to be close together in age."

Mack glanced over at her while reaching to grab Flint, who tired of the 'toss me into the air' game settled on his dad's lap for less
than a minute before engaging in that time-worn endeavor (much-beloved by parents of newborns everywhere) of attempting to
crawl off of the sofa and crack his skull on the floor below.

"And how did you get to a little girl already?"

With a wink, she replied, "You leave that to ELENA, My Love!"