76At my suggestion they put the sniper where he could see the windows, not at the front door. It wasn't like every cop in the place, which was most of the guests, wasn't wondering who I was talking to, and why. Adrenaline had chased the shock and the numbness away. My arms started to shake with the effort, and my elbows were bending.
He'd tasted my most intimate parts, long before he'd ever been allowed to touch them, or even see them. That's different. Even that was not special. Because I didn't have a light, it ruined my night vision, but didn't really help me.
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