Episode 1: Cruz Control

Miami, Dade County, Florida. Nearing Midnight.

“More champagne, Renaldo.”

A seedy gentleman in a tan leisure suit and white button-down shirt smiled at the lovely women comforting his beckon call. His entourage of four men all admiring the beauty of a pair of sultry young women in their mid to late 20’s. Entourage meant gun totting hired thugs. Renaldo Cartucci was not a very nice man. He dabbled in everything from drugs to prostitution. Word on the street was that he had expanded into Human Trafficking. This former Attorney moved away from the law after defending the criminal element he admired. He preferred the more luxurious things in life. Namely stunning Escorts wearing extremely short dresses with massive low riding cleavage that stood barely concealed. If not for sturdy nipples their busts might have done just that, burst. Two very tipsy goddesses. One was African American with a savage appearance but carried her warrior look seductively. The other of Puerto Rican descent who was by far one of the sexiest women in existence. He wasn’t picky as long as they were built and liked money. He especially found the Puerto Rican airhead in a gaudy red dress that was more mesh than material. Her hemline hid nothing and questioned the wisdom of who wore panties these days. Indeed, half of her ass was hanging out and if her legs were uncrossed it was pure bait and snatch. The second skintight red certainly appealed to those even with guns. She was simply intoxicating and the life of the party.

“Here you go Babee.” He leans across the Puerto Rican stunner opting to plant a kiss on her left tit as he procured the champagne bottle. She giggled and wagged a finger at him playfully the pointed at where he should strike, eyes sparkling with mischief. He smirks gazing into her big brown eyes, “No scolding the guy with the cash Babee. For what I’m paying you ladies it’s anything goes.”

“You’re so bad Mister Cartucci. Lucky for you I like anything that goes.” Babee shakes her tits then graciously coaxes in that pointed peck until his lips puckered and pelted her cleavage a quarter inch above a thin sliver of areola that was playing peeping tom. In doing so his tipped bottle misses the glass pour and splashes all over her lap. Her expression of shivering awe led to her mouth contorting as if sucking a dick. “You knew I was bubbly Mr. C. I wear it well.” This prompted him to remove his arm from around the other girl and ease away from her. From there he lay over the escort known as Babee lapping his tongue on her upper thigh along the hem of her skirt. Babee Ramirez fanning herself in the Miami heat mischievously watched his tongue tempt her lightly golden flesh. As he dabbled at the droplets upon her, Babee looks up at her friend, “I think Mister Cartucci did that on purpose.” Her honeysuckle tone erotic as any young girl. Almost pouty and excited at the same time. Renaldo loved her for her kiddie like voice. So very sexy. “Licky here Mister!” She patted him on top of his toupee. “I’m not that kind of airhead. You missed a spot riiiiight here.” Clit!

The other young woman nods in agreement her hand slithering across Cartucci’s back rubbing it sensually. Her eyes however relocated about the room at his guards. Eyes glistening at each of them with allure, yet with warrior intent. Unlike Babee, she knew how to distract attention without so much as a peek behind her clothing. Even the most dedicated of thugs loved pussy. Burgundy Jones under the guise of escort Kenya Warpusi, had her act down to a science. Babee and Burgundy knew their jobs well. Even if it meant going above and beyond. Babee the wild one by far. Burgundy, wild in a far more deadly way.

As Cartucci continued up Babee’s inner thigh she squealed and trembled at the same time. His tongue was all up on her glistening clitoris, her skirt barely hiding it as it were. Babee had very tight muscular legs and knew how to contort then without the use of her hands. Unknown to Cartucci she favored a hefty amount of Tae kickboxing in her spare time. Something the Attorney never would have guessed hearing her airheaded attitude. All an elaborate act, one that the Puerto Rican Goddess had long perfected. You see, both women were undercover cops, recent enough to the force to go undetected by snoops in the Mob’s employ. Poor Renaldo Cartucci didn’t have a clue. Even with Bad Cop’s on his payroll he had zero knowledge. Wrong Precinct’s, right time. Fresh off the boat so to speak. Babee whose real name was Calliope Cruz had joined Miami three months prior from a stint in her native Puerto Rico, San Juan’s best and brightest. Sexiest and feistiest as well.

Mingling over Babee’s bikini area, getting acquainted with her thin black pubes tickling his nostrils, he captures her scent, driving him wild. The woman’s perfume stormed his senses as she topples backwards in her seat giggling, trying to hold her champagne glass. He was going for the gold and even though Babee hated this part, there were times that she had to let things ride as far as they could go without getting too physical. The job was demanding at times, and she had to put aside her ethics and just go for it to maintain her cover. In some cases, it excited her, in others such as Cartucci here she wanted to wrap her muscular legs around his head and snap his neck. Feather boa over boa BOA!

Burgundy at least had sense enough to feign jealousy and attempted to woo Cartucci her direction. He wasn’t being persuaded easily. His hard on was on a warpath for Latina. Fingers curling under her clit he dug inside her labia and discovered an intensely wet vulva. Gearing up for what she knew she had to endure Babee gasped and blurted out, “He found my Puerto Rican trench. Yaaaay! BLUE HOLE! BLUE HOLE!” His bodyguards fought their amusement at her ditzy routine. It felt entirely too good and Babee hated herself for her behavior. As Burgundy did her best to tug at Cartucci he lifts up and snaps, “GET THIS BITCH OFF MY BACK.”

Eyes abruptly swell wide as a henchman lunged in swiftly to grab Burgundy by the arm dragging her away from his Boss. Resorting to being manhandled she had little choice but to abandon Babee. The problem was it was too soon for the cops to spring for any rescue. The Vice Squad had made its way inside Cartucci’s up and coming business dealings. Not just the girls this night. Burgundy’s keeper Luis held her at bay while his partners watched. Luis was also undercover. Having spent three months earning Cartucci’s trust. Doing things, he himself didn’t want to, just to maintain his guise as a former Black Ops.

Tonight, was going to be the night they closed this case and locked the bastard attorney away. In his possession were numerous teenage girls abducted off the streets to sell into white slavery. Off to South America they would go if not rescued on time. This might include Burgundy and Babee if they didn’t cooperate. Babee knew this going in. She was prepared to push her limits if it meant saving these unfortunate all-too young girls.

“Take that damned fishnet off.” Cartucci barked at Babee as he reared back with a shark like grin.

“Anything for you Mister C. I know my Net Worth! Piddly squat!” She sets her champagne glass on a table and lifts her hips to bring her skirt up to where she could reach under and drag it upward and over her long tight curls. “Bye Bye Red Tide!” Fingers embracing her mesh her long nails get hung up as Renaldo fingers her cunt with vigor. To the guards her brainless maneuver looked as if she had chewing gum all over her fingertips. This stunt was of course her way of killing time. Plan B for BaBee! From there it became a battle of wits, “Help me I’m all tangly inside.” Her giggles were making Cartucci crazy. So playful! So goddamned stupid! So sexy as fuck!

“I can fix that.” He chuckles, “Bruno hand me your hunting knife.” A thug offers up his six-inch MK3 blade and Cartucci easily severs her dress from her fingers. Once the burden came apart, she flung the remains aside as if a cobweb. “Icky! Icky! Give Babee dicky!” Her contortion side cast her legs wide and slouched in her seat.

“Damn straight. Let’s do some more damage while I’m here.” Cartucci wields that knife with surprise precision and teases her flesh with the pointy tip. Babee falls back and watches his tender torment with the blade. He found himself mesmerized by the cool restraint she had in trusting him with her immaculate curves, her flesh so very perfect in every way. “That tickle Babee?”

“Gooserumps, Mr. C! Babee lives for sharp wit.”

“Gotta admire your courage you dumb bitch.” He chuckled as she pouted at being called a bitch. Dumb she could live with. “I’m teasing you Babee. Keep making me feel good I might just put a ring on your finger.”

“I’ll settle for a string on my finger, so you don’t forget Mr. C.” A thread from her dress next to her she improves and hands it to him. “String me along! String me along!” More chuckles he sits the knife aside just long enough to tie the string to her middle finger. Burgundy Jones stood acting as if yearning to take part, her only way of remaining here in case things got too deadly. That knife in Cartucci’s hand spooked her more than it did Calliope. Ballsy Ditz!

Teasing her with the flat of the blade trying to scare her simply wasn’t working. A sheepish tight-lipped grin she charms her lady killer with her hands squeezing her enormously perfect breast. Fake but firm as all get out and zero scar tissue. Babee merely bit her lower lip and flared her eyes at him, “Cool on the flesh isn’t it, Babee?”

“Making me all nipply, Mister C. See!” She uncaps her breasts and creases her areolas before pinching her meaty nubs and tugging them as if hanging on hooks. A second later she releases them and uses her index fingers to flick them. “You make them shiver.”

“You are certainly something Babee Ramirez.” His precision glide tauntingly creases the blades tip higher up through her cleavage until reaching a crucifix she wore that dangled between her 40G’s. She knew help would come eventually so Babee simply hoped to keep him entranced and playful. It was just a matter of patience and dramatic procrastination. Give him what fed his ego as long as her life was in no real danger. This was why Babee earned the big bucks. Still, she hated the act. Too far and there would be no turning back.

“Forgive me Poppi for I have sinned. It has been thirty seconds since my last confession.” Cartucci had to lift the knife as he chuckled of slice the bitch wide open. In doing so the razor-sharp blade severed her thin chain and the cross slipped down her cleavage and found salvation in her belly button balled up with her bling. “Family jewels!” She tilted her chin to peer down between the canyon of her mounds. A puckered kiss toward Cartucci he proceeded.

Pouting as his blade continued tempting her cleavage, ever so lightly using the gleaming steel to chill her flesh. Moving from in-between to her areolas he takes the pint of the blade and encircles each areola, her nipples rising higher in the process. “Upsy Daisy!” She giggled. Calliope Cruz chose to amplify her success rate a few years back going from a pesky 36C to a busty 40G. Tight, perky and shiny. Babee knew what men liked. Babee knew what she liked.

“You really are a fearless one, aren’t you, Babee. One wrong move on my part and these silicone miracles would lose their fullness.” He grunts and taps each nipple with the blunt side of the blade. Babee was totally naked outside of her stiletto heels. Again, proving her contortion skills, she draws both of her legs upward and rotates her ankles to poise her thin heels at him as if defending herself.

“En Garde!” Breathtaking! Two blades to one, he had to retreat and bust a gut.

“Simply remarkable!” She juggled her boobs while the blade lifted away from them for dramatic pause. Once their dancing calmed down, he returned to teasing her areolas with the tip of the blade as he had before. Eyes brilliant and bold she bubbles forth the words, “I’m afraid to be ticklish.”

“You are something. I might just make you, my girl.”

“See? You already forgot.” She lifted her finger with the tied thread to show him. Middle finger sadly which also made him guffaw. “I’m already a girl silly. Yours for the night” Enough with the blade play Renaldo sat up straight and looked her over.

“Play with that sweet pussy Babee.” He eyes her tight little labia.

“I thought you’d never ask.” She lowers her fingers down amid her moistness and rubs vigorously, “You make me soooo wet, Mister C. Thanks to you, I’m all sloshy!” Her eyes bubbly with his gaze upon her.

Tossing the blade to the floor at losing interest in it his man Bruno retrieves the weapon. They all eyed Babee burrowing three fingers within her drizzling cunt, her left hand seeking out her butt pucker for a double penetration. Burgundy felt useless so while the seated Cartucci began to remove his tan jacket for more freedom she volunteered to assist him. Allowing it he stood tall hands at his sides as Burgundy set his coat aside then set out to unbutton his shirt revealing a very hairy chest. With sparkling facade, she teased his hair with her nails in hopes to regain his favor before he might have her taken away. She did not want to leave Babee all by herself.

In the process of unbuckling his belt a cellphone rang. To his left a third bodyguard answered it. Cartucci hesitated. pausing Burgundy’s helpful hands to eye the conversation. In doing so Babee lifts her left stiletto heel up to tantalize him amid his forested chest. The pointed heel carefully circling his own pectoral as he did her areola with the knife, giving him pause to close his eyes. Careful not to impale him her toes moved up along his throat toward his chin. He ignored her as best as he could. Nearly impossible but managed, her sensuous taunting distracted his thoughts.

“Cargo’s ready to roll. Money’s been moved.” Spoke Petra, a thin middle eastern man with dedication in his eyes. In response Cartucci waves the fourth guard holding a laptop over to view the screen. Noting the transfer of funds as 3 million relocated to a secret account in the Cayman Banks he smiles.

“Time to celebrate Babee.” He stands tall nudging Burgundy back and unzips his own pants. Kicking off his alligator shoes he lowered them revealing a stubby six-inch pecker fully erect, “Caviar before the main course.”

Dropping to his knees he grips Babee by the ankles forcibly redirecting her stiletto heels then dragging her flat onto her back for a better angle. His face burying into her pussy she yelped with a case of the giggles. Arching her spine at his hunger she looked up at her partners then at the guards before rolling her eyes white. Her eyes were now lost in the fear of this going too far yet maintaining her act. The disgusting little man talked a good game even with his mouth full. Licking and tugging at her labia. Nibbling at her clitoris she twitches a bit wiggling in his possession. “Gummi Bares!” No laughter on Cartucci’s part he was too invested.

Eyes returning for a visual toward Burgundy and Luis, Calliope carefully moaned with a creased brow. The Feds needed to move things along faster or Babee was going to face the unthinkable. Even with fearful eyes Burgundy toyed with Luis to make the other men less suspicious. Kissing on his neck and fondling his crotch. Luis had an expression of “Holy Shit!” on his face. She whispered in his ear her concerns.

“Mind out of the gutter.”

“You try getting out of the gutter with your hot ass hand on my dick ... and Cruz, I mean Babee moaning over there. Christ, look at her tits.”

“Knock it off. Damn Luis ... are you packing a sawed off?”

“If the Feds don’t bust in here soon you might just find out.” He kept eyes on his fellow bodyguards. The trust level amongst them was tedious. Way of the warrior, never trust anyone. Fearing his whispers might be heard he just kissed Burgundy. Growling into his mouth she endured his wagging tongue. The other guards admiring first Babee, then Luis with his hands on Burgundy’s bare ass up under her thigh high skirt. She at least wore a white G-string. Snapping the band between her cheeks she bit Luis on the tongue. Too fresh Buddy! Kiss broken he maintained his grip but allowed her to prowl his body with her nails.

“They can bust in.” She mumbled near his ear, “You’re not busting out.”

“Naaa! I’ll just bust.” He exhaled, her palm on his tented inseam. Dream, come true for Luis, he had a crush on this African American beauty. If only she would give him this kind of attention in the real world. Nope! Not interested!

“Too far Babee. Too far.” Burgundy hisses and sucks on Luis’ earlobe as their peripheral found Cartucci knuckling Babee’s cunt with rapid-fire digits. Calliope Cruz was losing her mind cumming hard and squirting all around his hand.

“She should be a porn star.” Luis sighs hiding his antagonized facial expression over Calliope’s child-like squeals. Bitch sure knew how to keep the party going.

Exhausted Cartucci rears back with a wet face and shakes his head like a Pitbull hurling slobber, “Damn that pussy tastes sweet as honey.”

“Silly Pooh Bear.” She shivers with an expression of delight. It was far from delightful, but he need not know her disgust. Lovely to the nervous system but not so much her humanity. “Honey pot! Honey pot! Tigger time! Tigger time! Bouncy! Bouncy! Bouncy!”

“I’ll tag your Eeyore.” He crawls up over her and primes his cock directly up to her pussy. Ego made him slap his tip on her clit three times. Each time she giggles with exhilaration, “Count of three... 1...”

“Onesy.”

“2...”

“Dosey.”

“3...”

Just as his crown barely pierces her labia, she rears her right hand up and slugs him right in the nose. The sudden move made him fall back bleeding and holding his face with a cry of agony.

“Started my period, Asswipe.”

Responsively, the second Bruno drew his gun Luis dove into a wrestling match. The brawl led to the two rolling around on the floor trying to disarm the burly bodyguard. Burgundy charged at Petra who slammed the laptop in the nerdy assistant Tito’s hands shut to procure his revolver. A swift kick to his temple sent him to the floor. Burgundy Jones knew her own moves well. She too practiced Tae Kwon Do. Both black belts, she and Calliope, sparring partners in the gym. Besties for sure.

The nerdy Tito Alvarez produced a small caliber revolver and started to fire when the door busted open and the room was filled with that fateful word, “FREEZE.” Only one shot was fired by accident. Tito dropped his weapon trying to lower it rather than dying over Cartucci. He didn’t pay that well. Down on the floor Tito went. Petra forced to kneel beside him. Luis escorting Bruno into the mix. Hands behind their heads. Cuffed and read their rights by the Feds.

Babee leaps to her feet and nudges Cartucci as he lands on his back. His erection wagging under her aggressive shove. She eyes it as she stands there totally nude. Sad that in standing over him she had to pry her monster breasts apart to even see him. Pouting she bends over to pick up her severed red dress and used it to wipe his bloody nose. As bad as this man was, she felt obligated to ease his pain.

“You’re under arrest Mister C.” She dabbed as he tried to push her hand aside, “I tried. My name’s not Miranda but I’ll read you your rights.” She proceeds as he snarls and curses her out. In doing so she scowls and shoves her mesh dress into his mouth, “No way to talk to a Lady who hates spaghetti. Keep the mesh. Maybe you can trade it for cigarettes in the Big House.”

Departure came quickly for all four men as Luis man’s up and offers Babee his suit coat. She eyes it, “Do you really think that jacket will cover these?” She scoffs at his offer and remains free. He shrugged at her and stared at her breasts. Patting his cheek, she stepped back into Babee mode. “Eye Spy a Big Dick pointing at my Thigh.”

“Can’t be helped and you know it.” He chuckled. “Well, unless you want to help it.”

“You can help yourself if your hand isn’t too tired after filling out reports.”

Pushing Luis away as if jealous, so not, Burgundy folds her arms across her chest, “Girl you are gonna get us all killed one of these days.”

“Not today.”

“Still, why do you let things go so far?”

“It’s called undercover work. I let him go under my covers. You know as well as I things happen that go beyond our control. The Squad wasn’t ready, so I bought them some time.”

“Princess that man just raped you.”

“Ehhh! More like cut to the chase.”

“He ate you out.” Luis whined nasally. “I will never ever be able to not picture you masturbating Cruz.” It was then he realized that the hand Calliope had patted his cheek with was the one knuckling her vagina. Touching his own cheek, he saw Babee razz him with her tongue.

“Quit fantasizing Santos.” Burgundy intervened, “Never gonna happen.”

“Who says?” Calliope now patted Burgundy on her cheek with damp fingers.

“Oh, you bitch!” Forearm to the rescue rubbing her cheek dry.

“I don’t mind just watching, if you two want to go at it.” Drool was forming.

“Through a black eye you keep looking us over.”

“I can’t help it.”

Calliope still playful under duress placed her wet fingers over Luis Santos lips to silence him. avoiding Bruno as a Fed claimed him, “I know. Neither could they.”

“One of these days you’re not going to be so lucky.” Burgundy forces the coat at her, “Put this on before the captain shows up.”

“Fine. But I’ll look like Tom Cruise in Risky Business. My name might be...”

“CRUZ! What the fuck were you thinking?”

Burgundy shies away, “Ooooo! Speak of the Devil, Captain’s gonna rip you a new one.”

“He wishes.”

Babee winked then turns to face her Commanding Officer who was followed by ATF and FBI Agents. It was then the coat was pulled tighter. Hardly tight enough to hide her massive cleavage, a single hand covering her hoohah. Every Agent there had their eyes on her. In his stride Donald Bettinger took off his much larger trench coat and swiftly guided it over her shoulders cloaking her. She holds a finger up before he does and removes Luis Santos coat tossing it at him. Luis held it to his nose as Burgundy swats his bicep to behave himself.

“What the hell Calliope?” Captain Bettinger growls as she rolls her eyes slithering her arms into his trench coat and pulling it together yet leaving it untied.

“You only use my real name when you’re pissed. What was I supposed to do? You bozos took forever.”

“We had to secure the girls from the right cargo container. Sixteen accounted for. All safe and in the care of EMT’s. You did good Princess.” He turns to the other Agents, “This is one of my best agents Calliope Cruz, but everyone calls her Princess.”

“Princess Cruz? Seriously?” Shakes the head of the FBI unit, “Looks to me like you nearly got crowned.”

“Ha! Good one. He was this close.” She uses her fingers to offer the width of an inch, “Oh, wait that was the size of his lifeboat. What took you guys so long? Standing outside watching me? You really think I wanted that slobbering asshole scratching at my itch?” Just that fast she made an expression of maybe just for laughs.

“Looked convincing to me.” Burgundy huffs from a distance, “Best Undercover Agent? Am I chopped liver?”

“Sorry, Jones. You’re both top notch.” Bettinger held a calming set of palms toward her.

Luis scratches his head, “I just spent three months working undercover for that weasel. I better get a pat on the back.”

“I want a pat on my...” Princess feigns a blush as she goes into her Babee voice.

“Sexual harassment Cruz. Bite your tongue.” Bettinger points with a scowl. Even he wanted to laugh but kept his emotions concealed.

ATF Agent Ben Doyle smirks, “I bet she’s a hand full.”

“DON’T!” Bettinger snaps knowing she would discuss her tits.

“Wait a minute! I know you.” FBI Agent elder Stan Carpenter poses a finger, “Miss Teen Puerto Rico? Like 2008? 2007? My wife is a Pageant coordinator.”

“My biggest fan. Of course, I didn’t have these handfuls back then.” A quick flash of both monsters, Bettinger stepping in front of her to cock block her breast fest. “You’re no fun Donny! Anyway, it was against the rules to enhance yourself. I’m glad I didn’t get the crown. Either of them. Almost though.” She lifts her breasts awkwardly due to the trench coat. The Agents all laughed.

“We can wrap this up here.” The captain ascertains.

“Like I just wrapped myself up all Christmasy?” She banters as Babee.

“You and Jones head back to the precinct and fill out your reports, then go get some shut eye. I’ll need you both at duty roster bright and early. Congratulations are in order. Good work people.”

“No day off with pay?” Burgundy shakes her head as she claims Princess by her arm, “I say we call in sick.”

“Now you know why I’m his best undercover Op. I never miss work.”

“Whatever! Girl let’s go shower off the stank of Cartucci.”

“A bubble bath sounds so much better. Wine. Candles. Babee oil.” She flutters her fingers at the Agents. Strangely they fluttered their fingers back at her. All of them. Turning her back to them she giggled at how easily men fell for her ditzy act.

Dragging her away Burgundy grins and shakes her head, “You just can’t resist yourself, can you? Those guys will be sending you Miami Heat invites just to get inside your trench coat.”

“They can wear it if they want. Maybe they’ll fantasize about Bettinger. It’s his coat. Me? I prefer something cooler.” The coat falls open. The rest of her walk to the car her titties bounced for all to notice. Burgundy blushed for her friend. Indecent exposure was ignored. So much for law enforcement.

“I swear I’m holding you under a cold shower.”

“Only makes my nipplys harder. You are warned.” They loved each other.

Captain Bettinger conferred with the Agents concerning the case. Of course, their interest remained on a certain tightly curled raven-haired beauty. All asked about Princess. No nonsense as he was, Donald shot them down fast. Once the group went their own way Donald Bettinger repositioned his junk out of the field of vision of any onlookers.

“I hope Allison is still awake. If not, she will be.”

His wife would thank Princess if she knew the reason why her man was so frisky.

3 A.M. Sea Breeze Towers!

The jingle of keys unlocking her front door Calliope Cruz stepped into a subtle nightlight. Entering she hears her roommate ask her where she’s been. Quite loudly! “Sorry, I’m so late Swayze. You must be starving. Poor PussPuss.” Kneeling she picks up her large brindle cat and cradles him in her arms. Standing up she kicks off her four-inch heels and dances about her condo apartment’s entry way. Tossing her keys in a bowl and resting her purse containing her gun on the table beside it, she shuffles into her open floorplan kitchen.

“Sweet talker! Purring in my ear gives me the shivers. I can be just as happy to see you.” She roughs him up and hugs him tightly before settling him back on the floor. A swift trip to the pantry she pops open a can of tuna cat food and sits it on the floor, “Friskey’s for my frisky guy. Mommy needs to wash up. You fill your belly while mommy runs a nice hot bubble bath.”

Leaving the greedy cat to devour his dinner, she brushes leftover hair from her tight white t-shirt before tugging it up over her head. Tossing it at a hamper in her hallway she struts toward her bathroom. Wearing only her skintight black leggings and barely capable bra, her shape was well defined behind the snakeskin fit.

Lights on in the bathroom she notes how stuffy it was in her apartment. Being on the top floor of her extremely expensive condo she had more freedom than the other tenants. Once her bathwater was started and bubbles poured, she lets her tub fill. Heading to her living room she opens up the French doors of her balcony to let in the night breeze coming in off of the Atlantic. Stepping outside she leans on the glass railing to peer out at the Miami nightlife to her left and right both. So peaceful! She could see the ocean in the distance with only the moonlight to offer the ships at sea. Hear it at least. Only the ships and their bullhorns allowed her to know the whereabouts of the water itself.

Sighing she wiggles out of her leggings and stands there in bra and panties. The crisp air felt delightful. After a few more moments of thought she heads back inside to stop her bathwater. Lighting four candles she decides on one last trip to the kitchen. Opening a bottle of red wine, she pours a glass then returns to her tub. Removing her underwear she steps into the water, settling back to relax. Sipping her wine and trying not to fall asleep was awkward, the evening stress wore her out. Yet her awareness was active, thinking of the good she did today. Young girls were no longer abused and were returning to their families safely. A well-fed Swayze kept her eyes from closing as he hopped up to walk along the tub’s ledge.