it's had been a sunny dag but team one had been holed up in the stuffy briefing room reviewing cases and planning the volgende training day. whenever i felt it was veilig i snatched a look at the clock. if greg found me clock watching i would be in deep trouble for not listening to him. i nearly got caught door ed already. i was eagerly anticipating 5 0'c lock when i could walk out grab a douche and change of clothes before my datum for the evening rocked up. i hadn't been able to grab time off at the same time as jac in months and was missing her sarcastic humour. i think she has me under her spell.
5 comes and goes and greg is still go on and on i begin to slump in my chair. the others obviously felt similar as they followed suit even ed. 10 past 5 when greg noticed our lacking enthusiasm and wraps it up telling us to unwind and we'll pick up volgende week. i charged for the douche but sam beats me. i feel i'm running out of time jac is due at half 5. sam seems to feel my nervousness and takes his time. luckily word is meer sympatric and jumps out rather quick to let me shower. door now a glance at the clock on the far uithangbord tells me i 10 minutes. i barely have time to get get washed when jules stuck her head round the door i figure to shout that the tall ginger is in reception. the showers are shielded door two rows of lockers and a 7 ft wall. i hurry to get dry and dressed. making a mess of the bench that ed will kill me for tomorrow but i don't have time to care. jac hates to be kept waiting i learnt that when she interviewed me. i grab my cell, wallet, keys and jas . as i rush off i slam my locker but it bounces open. i don't have the time to go back i just hope lou takes pity and shuts it. my kit bag is slumped messily all over the bench spilling contents on the floor. want to really wind ed lane up leave the locker room in a mess. on my way out the team tease me for wearing a suit. i have yet no idea why jac requested i wear black tie.
i skid into the reception and notice that jac and greg are deep in conversation. her backs is to me which i'm glad of because it gives me a chance to regain some composure as i approach the pair. i am suddenly taken aback when i realize that she's wearing a red floor length goud silk dress, her hair is in ringlets. as i close the distances she turns and a get a full look at her outfit. the dress has a unusual neckline with beautiful silver beading . a large spleet, split runs up the left side finishing just above the knee. she's wearing silver high heels. from her ears dandle silver earnings that match the mother of pearl halsketting, ketting i find out latter that hangs round her slender neck. she has smoky eye shadow and striking red lip. in her hand she has a white cashmere shrug and a goud and silver clutch. i greet her with a peck on the cheek and she responses she turns and tells greg their talk later.
as we walk out i ask the vraag that has been burning on my lips all day. why the posh get up. she responds with a silky laugh before telling me i am to be her datum to the new york police ball. with that she hands me a elegant ticket that has my name printed on it. she says she thought it would be a nice surprise. we kruis the car park and in the middle blocking the exit sits a blacked out limo a chauffeur waiting door the door. as we climb in a notice the team are stood on the steps out side the station house watching.
as we arrive at the posh hotel venue the chauffeur opens the door and the jac who someone later informs me is a former champion gymnast, turner ,horse rider and martial artist. the martial arts i knew about but gymnastics and horse riding that came out as a surprise. i take her arm and we walk in. she's a little taller than me normally let alone with the heels. she whispers that this is the time that the whole of the new york departments come together. we stop hand the doorman our tickets he lets us in and we stop for a picture. the volgende few hours we mingle i realise just how sexy i think jac is while i stand talking to a group from the new york crime lab while she was talking to a group from the bronx. she stood with a champagne flute in her hand laughing at what the guy was saying. i had been thinking her body language was strange. when flack who had been with the group i was talking to leant over and whispered in my ear. "that means she doesn't want to talk with the slobs and is looking to her datum for a rescue. i know I've been in your shoes every since she joined NYPD expect this jaar of course. go over to her and whisper in her ear that your hear to rescue her drop my name as a hint. and she will respond with oh really is that so i have to go set flack straight"
i took his advice and it worked she stormed up to the group i had just been with and asked if she could have a moment with don she subtly motioned for me to keep back. she seemed to have a deep argument with don gesturing wildly when suddenly she yelled "i'm your patrol partner u have no right giving my datum the father treatment. i'm still hurt door u calling me a slut in the car this morning because i was coming with u tonight." she slapped him with full force and sauntered a away. i joined her as she began to mingle. after a short while she leaned over and whispered to me with a relived look "thanks that was what i needed if flack knows what's good for him he'll play along." the rest of the night went well don played his role well spending the rest of the evening with his tail between his legs staying clear of jac.
at midnight we made a verplaats to go home pagina the driver stopped at a well lit un town apartment block jac stepped out and motioned for me to follow. as we walked up to the main door i realised this place was fort knox. she leant over when we were in the lobby and told me she felt it was to later for me to go home pagina tonight as i lived a good couple of hours away. she then turned her attention to the guard at the front bureau she leant on the counter and talked with him asking him about the fiancé and baby. a few minuten later she straightened and asked if flack was home pagina yet. the guard replied yes. he'd been home pagina a couple of hours with a nasty bruise on his face. she laughed and as i followed her to the sweeping staircase she declared she didn't think she hit him that hard. i stal a look back at him and registered the taken back look. we climbed two flights of stairs. walked along a long corridor lined with doors and pictures. she halted at a blue door with the number 17 on it. told one sec then she promptly lent on the doorbell. a tired sleep filled voice yelled hell once is enough. when the door opened i was shocked to see a dishevelled flack. jac told him that she planned to pull a sickie tomorrow and apologised for the slap. and told him did well he gave a short thanks and jac carried on down the corridor. she stopped outside the volgende door and as she pulled out a key we heard flacks door slam.
the red door to apartment number 19 swings open to a small entrance hall there was a tafel, tabel with a phone and some family pictures and a welcome door mat the walls were blue. The first door on the right revealed a lounge well furnished in red and black. the walls were deep purple the sofa was black corner one with red cushions. a large tv sat on the uithangbord back uithangbord a radio system on the right. remotes sat on a glass table. the door on the left a windowless jas room shoe and jas racks adorned the back wall. a umbrellas sat to the left of the door.. a large Mahoney dining tafel, tabel sat in the middle with red place mats. the walls are deep blue. a arched door leads through to lounge.
the volgende room on the lest is a large bedroom with a king sized double bed. the walls a deep purple. the bed spread is deep red with several decorative pillows. a large goud rug sits in the middle of the room. a small satin red sofa sits on the left wall. the outside uithangbord is pretty much taken up door a large glass window black and goud curtains hang from a goud rail. a door at the end leads in a walk in wardrobe. door at the end of the hallway leads into a spacious bathroom.
jac gives me the guided tour and at the end we stand in the middle of the her lounge she had already slipped off the heels when we came in. the shoe rack was mostly dominated door black boots, trainers and flip flops. i realise she's only about two inches taller than me. she had light a few candles in here earlier and the sound of red Indian pan pipes drifts softly around the apartment. she stoops down and kisses me on the lips to which i respond to after a pause. she pulls away and i must off looked down because she leads me into the bedroom and ....
5 comes and goes and greg is still go on and on i begin to slump in my chair. the others obviously felt similar as they followed suit even ed. 10 past 5 when greg noticed our lacking enthusiasm and wraps it up telling us to unwind and we'll pick up volgende week. i charged for the douche but sam beats me. i feel i'm running out of time jac is due at half 5. sam seems to feel my nervousness and takes his time. luckily word is meer sympatric and jumps out rather quick to let me shower. door now a glance at the clock on the far uithangbord tells me i 10 minutes. i barely have time to get get washed when jules stuck her head round the door i figure to shout that the tall ginger is in reception. the showers are shielded door two rows of lockers and a 7 ft wall. i hurry to get dry and dressed. making a mess of the bench that ed will kill me for tomorrow but i don't have time to care. jac hates to be kept waiting i learnt that when she interviewed me. i grab my cell, wallet, keys and jas . as i rush off i slam my locker but it bounces open. i don't have the time to go back i just hope lou takes pity and shuts it. my kit bag is slumped messily all over the bench spilling contents on the floor. want to really wind ed lane up leave the locker room in a mess. on my way out the team tease me for wearing a suit. i have yet no idea why jac requested i wear black tie.
i skid into the reception and notice that jac and greg are deep in conversation. her backs is to me which i'm glad of because it gives me a chance to regain some composure as i approach the pair. i am suddenly taken aback when i realize that she's wearing a red floor length goud silk dress, her hair is in ringlets. as i close the distances she turns and a get a full look at her outfit. the dress has a unusual neckline with beautiful silver beading . a large spleet, split runs up the left side finishing just above the knee. she's wearing silver high heels. from her ears dandle silver earnings that match the mother of pearl halsketting, ketting i find out latter that hangs round her slender neck. she has smoky eye shadow and striking red lip. in her hand she has a white cashmere shrug and a goud and silver clutch. i greet her with a peck on the cheek and she responses she turns and tells greg their talk later.
as we walk out i ask the vraag that has been burning on my lips all day. why the posh get up. she responds with a silky laugh before telling me i am to be her datum to the new york police ball. with that she hands me a elegant ticket that has my name printed on it. she says she thought it would be a nice surprise. we kruis the car park and in the middle blocking the exit sits a blacked out limo a chauffeur waiting door the door. as we climb in a notice the team are stood on the steps out side the station house watching.
as we arrive at the posh hotel venue the chauffeur opens the door and the jac who someone later informs me is a former champion gymnast, turner ,horse rider and martial artist. the martial arts i knew about but gymnastics and horse riding that came out as a surprise. i take her arm and we walk in. she's a little taller than me normally let alone with the heels. she whispers that this is the time that the whole of the new york departments come together. we stop hand the doorman our tickets he lets us in and we stop for a picture. the volgende few hours we mingle i realise just how sexy i think jac is while i stand talking to a group from the new york crime lab while she was talking to a group from the bronx. she stood with a champagne flute in her hand laughing at what the guy was saying. i had been thinking her body language was strange. when flack who had been with the group i was talking to leant over and whispered in my ear. "that means she doesn't want to talk with the slobs and is looking to her datum for a rescue. i know I've been in your shoes every since she joined NYPD expect this jaar of course. go over to her and whisper in her ear that your hear to rescue her drop my name as a hint. and she will respond with oh really is that so i have to go set flack straight"
i took his advice and it worked she stormed up to the group i had just been with and asked if she could have a moment with don she subtly motioned for me to keep back. she seemed to have a deep argument with don gesturing wildly when suddenly she yelled "i'm your patrol partner u have no right giving my datum the father treatment. i'm still hurt door u calling me a slut in the car this morning because i was coming with u tonight." she slapped him with full force and sauntered a away. i joined her as she began to mingle. after a short while she leaned over and whispered to me with a relived look "thanks that was what i needed if flack knows what's good for him he'll play along." the rest of the night went well don played his role well spending the rest of the evening with his tail between his legs staying clear of jac.
at midnight we made a verplaats to go home pagina the driver stopped at a well lit un town apartment block jac stepped out and motioned for me to follow. as we walked up to the main door i realised this place was fort knox. she leant over when we were in the lobby and told me she felt it was to later for me to go home pagina tonight as i lived a good couple of hours away. she then turned her attention to the guard at the front bureau she leant on the counter and talked with him asking him about the fiancé and baby. a few minuten later she straightened and asked if flack was home pagina yet. the guard replied yes. he'd been home pagina a couple of hours with a nasty bruise on his face. she laughed and as i followed her to the sweeping staircase she declared she didn't think she hit him that hard. i stal a look back at him and registered the taken back look. we climbed two flights of stairs. walked along a long corridor lined with doors and pictures. she halted at a blue door with the number 17 on it. told one sec then she promptly lent on the doorbell. a tired sleep filled voice yelled hell once is enough. when the door opened i was shocked to see a dishevelled flack. jac told him that she planned to pull a sickie tomorrow and apologised for the slap. and told him did well he gave a short thanks and jac carried on down the corridor. she stopped outside the volgende door and as she pulled out a key we heard flacks door slam.
the red door to apartment number 19 swings open to a small entrance hall there was a tafel, tabel with a phone and some family pictures and a welcome door mat the walls were blue. The first door on the right revealed a lounge well furnished in red and black. the walls were deep purple the sofa was black corner one with red cushions. a large tv sat on the uithangbord back uithangbord a radio system on the right. remotes sat on a glass table. the door on the left a windowless jas room shoe and jas racks adorned the back wall. a umbrellas sat to the left of the door.. a large Mahoney dining tafel, tabel sat in the middle with red place mats. the walls are deep blue. a arched door leads through to lounge.
the volgende room on the lest is a large bedroom with a king sized double bed. the walls a deep purple. the bed spread is deep red with several decorative pillows. a large goud rug sits in the middle of the room. a small satin red sofa sits on the left wall. the outside uithangbord is pretty much taken up door a large glass window black and goud curtains hang from a goud rail. a door at the end leads in a walk in wardrobe. door at the end of the hallway leads into a spacious bathroom.
jac gives me the guided tour and at the end we stand in the middle of the her lounge she had already slipped off the heels when we came in. the shoe rack was mostly dominated door black boots, trainers and flip flops. i realise she's only about two inches taller than me. she had light a few candles in here earlier and the sound of red Indian pan pipes drifts softly around the apartment. she stoops down and kisses me on the lips to which i respond to after a pause. she pulls away and i must off looked down because she leads me into the bedroom and ....