WARNING: THIS IS RATED M
A little bit of everything
"She's the giver I wish I could be
and the stealer of the covers
she's a picture in my wallet
of my unborn children's mother
every day that passes,
I only love her more
yeah she's the one
that I'd lay down my own life for."
-She's Everything, Brad Paisley
It was close to midnight when they left the small Italian restaurant in mid-town. The night had been one filled with a lot of laughter and sharing of stories on the job and of the two girls during their childhood years. Flack was relieved to see that there'd been at least some happy memories in Samantha's childhood. Weeks she and Adam had spent at their grandparents in Albany during the summer months along with their cousin, who was an only child and in need of other children to be around. It was nice to her smile and hear her laugh as she reminisced about horse back riding and camping out under the stars and roasting marshmallows and just the hell the three of them had caused. More so the girls than Adam, who was meek and mild even then. The biggest laugh was reserved for the time they shaved his eyebrows and hair while he slept. And when those weeks ended and Erica went back to her trust fund and emotionally absent family, the other two went back to sheer hell.
But the pain lingered just under the surface no matter how much she laughed and smiled. Flack could see it in her eyes. It was always there. A sadness that never seemed to fade no matter how hard he or any one else tried to take it away. Going to Gus would help her, but he knew that those wounds would never fully heal, that her heart and her soul would never be completely whole again. That the past would always be part of her. And he accepted that no matter how bad it ripped him apart inside.
And now, after a couple too many glasses of wine that had rendered her giddy and talkative in the passenger seat of his SUV, all Flack could think about was how the abuse had gone on for so long and not one person stepped up to do anything about it. How does that happen? From grandparents on down to school teachers and neighbours. How do people not notice two kids that weren't bringing food to school and who wore dirty tattered clothes and long sleeves even in the summer? And if they did notice, why the hell didn't they do anything about it? How do you live with yourself knowing that's going on?
While as a human being he couldn't rationalize it, as a cop he knew kids slipped through the cracks all the time. Child Protective Services fucked up a lot. He'd seen many a kid pulled out of home and sent back in when the parents supposedly cleaned up their act, then standing over the body of the same kid months later after the 'reformed parents' beat him to death in a fit of rage. The system wasn't fool proof and good people got hurt and killed all the time. But it didn't stop you from wanting to grab a hold of that case worker and shaking the hell out of them and asking them what the hell they ever thought sending that poor kid back. He didn't make the laws or the rules. He couldn't protect every kid out there that desperately needed it. But he could protect her and make sure nothing like that ever happened to his own kids. Whenever his own kids came about, that was.
"Have you ever seen Danny in suit before?" she asked, snapping him out of his daze.
Up to that point she had Justin Timberlake on the radio and was singing along about some guy done wrong by a girl and how she was going to get hers in the end. He had no idea what the title was or even half the words, but what he did catch was something about what goes around comes along. He was not a Justin Timberlake fan. Whether the guy had a sexy back or not.
She had her heels off, feet tucked up under her, his suit jacket over her legs after she'd complained she was cold. Two daisies she'd scooped from the vase on the restaurant table tucked behind her ears. A little girl trapped in a grown woman's body. A little girl that had never been allowed out at the proper time. Flack wasn't sure if he found the innocent pixie thing appealing or scary. Because one minute she was all adult and the next minute she was child and he didn't know how to deal with the sudden transformation. All he knew was that he loved her and would do anything to protect her. Anything.
"One that actually fits and requires matching shoes and a tie?" he asked. "No. It's a first. I didn't even think he owned a suit."
"Maybe he bought it just for her." Sam reasoned. "To make an impression. We love sharp dressed men. Why do you think I hooked up with you as opposed to a uniform?"
"Here I was thinking it was my boyish charm and my sense of humour." Flack said.
"Sarcasm you mean."
"Hey, what you call sarcasm, I call a sense of humour. Makes you laugh, doesn't it?" He reached over and tickled the back of her neck. The most sensitive spot on her body other than the obvious. "Doesn't it?"
"Sure. When I'm not ready to kick your ass." she giggled and grabbed his hand and held it tightly on her leg. "What did you think of my cousin?" she asked.
"I thought if you were to die your hair blond, you two could pass as sisters more than you and Adam do as brother and sister. 'Cause other then the freckles, you and Adam look nothing alike."
"Everyone says that. I used to torment him as a kid by telling him that the mail man was his real father. What else did you think?"
"She seems like she's got a good head on her shoulders and she's outgoing and fiercely intelligent and sarcastically funny. All the same things I love about you."
She smiled. That smile that crinkled her nose and made her eyes sparkle. "Her and Danny seem to really like each other."
"You kiddin'? Danny's nuts about her. I've never seen him that crazy about someone since..." he didn't want to say the name. It was in the past and it was one of those things that still tore him up. "Aiden." he finished with effort.
"She was the CSI that was murdered? By one of her suspects?" Sam asked curiously.
Flack nodded. "It goes a little deeper than that."
"I know. I heard. But I didn't know her and it's not my place to judge. We all make mistakes and I'm sure she felt like she had no other choice. I know all of you were really close and it was tough when she left and even worse when she died. I didn't know that her and Danny were a thing."
"They weren't. He just wished they were. Aiden didn't go with guys she worked with. It was her main rule. Unlike some of us, she stuck to it. Not that the guys didn't try, though."
"Were you one of them?" Sam asked.
Flack just smiled.
"You got a thing for Brooklyn girls or something?"
"It's the tough girl, kiss my ass attitude." he reasoned. "It's sexy. And the accent."
"I do not have an accent." Sam argued.
"Sweetheart, when you really get going, even I have a hard time understanding you."
She laughed. "So says the guy from Queens with a worse accent than me." she yawned noisily and rested her head back against her seat.
"Speed called me earlier." Flack said.
Sam's eyes snapped open. "For what?" she asked calmly, expecting the worst.
"He was just telling me about your guys' case. How you and him had to chase the boyfriend down the east eight eight alley and you cut him off by going through some store's back exit and football tackling him."
"It was one of my finer moments." she agreed. "I kicked his ass. Tim kept needling him about getting his hand handed to him by a girl. It was hilarious. Angell was useless. As usual."
"Why am I not surprised?"
"She'd be the type to fire wildly and kill me and say she did it 'cause she thought I was the perp."
"Sam, that is not something to joke around about." Flack said sternly.
"Hey, we all go sometimes." she reasoned.
"I do not want to be having this conversation."
"Me?" she continued. "I want to go down in a blaze of glory no one will ever forget."
"Samantha... Please. Okay? Don't talk like that."
"I'm just saying that..."
"I know what you're saying." he cut her off abruptly. "Just don't say it. Okay? It gives me the creeps."
"Sorry. That's only if I die on the job."
"Oh my God! Stop! Please! I don't even want to think about that."
"We accept the risk when we become police officers." she reminded him. "We accept we could die in the field."
"I know. I just don't want to think about something happening to you. Okay? So please... we're having a good night. I don't want anything ruining that."
"You're right." she agreed. "I'm sorry." she leaned across the seat and kissed his cheek. "And I'm sorry about earlier. For being so mean to you. I didn't mean to snap at you like that. It's just that I'm not used to someone wanting to protect me and take care of me and when you get like you do, it's just overwhelming. I shouldn't have been such a bitch to you. I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry, too." he said. "I shouldn't have been such an immature bastard by hanging up on you. I just wanna keep you safe, Samantha. I just think you deserve to have someone take care of you and look after you. And I want it to be me."
She kissed his cheek. "I want that, too. I just need you to relax a bit. Just a bit. I've been doing this job a long time and I've always been able to handle myself. So please, just tone it down a bit."
"I'll try. You make it hard. You're not exactly the easiest person to be with."
"I thought you liked a challenge." she teased.
"You go far beyond anything I've ever had to put up with."
"But you wouldn't change me for anything in the world." she declared.
He smiled. "No. I wouldn't."
She settled back into her seat and closed her eyes. Silence fell over the car and Flack started to think she'd fallen asleep until several minutes later she started to giggle.
"What?" he asked.
She smiled, and without opening her eyes, started to belt out Bon Jovi's Blaze of Glory.
"Stop." he said, stuck between laughing and wanting to kill her.
She continued, knowing how bad it was irritating him after their 'death talk'. But the moment was too much fun to pass up. Not to mention the wine she'd consumed put her in a weird, giddy mood.
"Stop." he repeated, this time more forcefully.
She ignored him. Her voice got louder.
"Samantha, I swear to God if you don't stop..."
She just smirked and kept going.
He sighed, turned on his signal, nearly caused a huge pile up crossing three lanes of traffic, and swung into the nearest dark alley. Switching off the ignition, he leaned across her and opened up the glove compartment and took out his cuffs. Slapping one on her wrist and the other to the steering wheel.
"If you don't stop, then we stay here all night until you fall asleep." he informed her.
"Fine... fine..." she said and opened her eyes. She glanced down at the handcuffs attached to her wrist. "Kinky." she said with a giggle.
He sighed. "You gonna be good?" he asked.
"Depends what you mean by good." she replied, and leaned across the seat and slipped her free hand between his legs and began to fondle him through the fabric of his pants.
"Do you mind?" Flack asked.
"Do you?" she retorted, squeezing his cock lightly, then undoing the zipper. She slipped her hand inside both his pants and his boxers. Her hand was soft and warm and skillful as she stroked him softly at first, then harder and more insistent.
"You got some seriously magic hands." he told her, unable to stop himself from closing his eyes and moaning and arching into her palm.
"So you tell me." she said, and continued to stroke him until the tip of his cock leaked pre-cum and he was rock hard.
He felt her shift beside him as well as being handcuffed to the steering wheel would allow her to, then gasped loudly when he felt her soft lips and then the tip of her tongue on the head of his shaft.
"Shit, Samantha..." he moaned as she teased him relentlessly with her mouth.
He twisted her hair in his fingers, guiding her movements. He opened his eyes and looked down at her, finding it even more of a turn on to watch her pleasure him like that. Stroking the shaft firmly while her tongue swirled around the sensitive head. He felt himself getting closer and closer to climax and didn't want to come that way.
"Okay... enough... enough..." he said, although it was killing him to say it and to push her away gently. He fumbled with a set of keys in the compartment between the seats and unlocked the handcuffs. "You." he said sternly. "Back seat." he jerked a thumb behind them. "Now."
"Are you insane?" she asked.
"Now." he demanded and tucked himself back into his pants and climbed out.
Sam decided to just take the easy way seeing as she was small enough and climbed effortlessly over the front seat and dropped into the back.
"You're crazy." she said when he got in beside her and slammed the door shut.
He grabbed her and kissed her hungrily and demandingly, pushing her down onto her back and coming down over her. Their lips and tongues in a frenzy.
"This is nuts." she declared with a giggle when he shifted above her, attempting to get more comfortable.
"Hey, you said you never made out in a car before." he reminded her. "Here's your chance."
"Someone is going to call the cops."
He laughed. "We are the cops. Besides, the windows are tinted. Whose gonna see in?"
He hiked her dress up, yanked down her skimpy black lace underwear so hard he tore them.
She slapped his shoulder. "Those cost me a hundred bucks!" she informed him.
"A Benjamin for underwear that don't cover your ass? You got ripped off."
"They're Victoria Secret." she huffed, not expecting him to understand the importance of nice underwear.
"Sam, you can get the same damn pair for twenty at Target. You can probably buy five of them for twenty."
She frowned at the suggestion. "Don't you think this is going to be a little messy?" she asked. "I mean, on the seat and on your pants?"
"It's called a dry cleaners. And right now, the only thing I care about is hearing you scream my name. So do me a favor. Be quiet."
"You just said that you wanted me to make noise? Which is it?" her hands were unbuckling his belt and snapping open the button and yanking down the zipper.
"You know what I meant." he said and she pulled his pants and boxers over his ass. He kissed her deeply, then trailed his lips down onto her slender neck. His hand slipped up her silky thigh, forcing her legs open. He heard her gasp when he unceremoniously slipped two finger inside of her. His thumb stroked her clit. Working her up a bit.
She brought her head up and bit his neck.
"Fuck, Samantha! That one hurt. It's gonna leave a mark."
"Then stop wasting time!" she snapped and began licking and sucking at his neck and his ear.
He moaned, shoved his fingers farther into her, the fingers of his other hand digging into the soft flesh of her hip. He removed his fingers from inside of her and rubbed the tip of his cock against her moist opening, enjoying the sensation before thrusting into her hard and fast.
She cried out in pleasure. Her head tilted back exposing her throat to his lips and his tongue, his teeth grazing against the tender skin as he moved inside of her, deeply and smoothly.
After four days of no sexual contact whatsoever, they both knew it wasn't going to take long for both of them to reach completion. And neither of them wanted to take their time or wait long to begin with. He reached between them to stroke her clit, increase the pleasure for her as he thrust into her quickly. Her gasping and the crying out she was doing let him know that she was close, and when he felt her inner muscles tighten around him and and felt her body shudder beneath him, he new it was just a matter of seconds.
He rubbed hard at her clit and she came instantly and powerfully. Her body arched into him and she screamed his name over and over. She had slipped her hands up the back of his shirt and now her nails dug into his shoulders and raked his back. After only a few more thrusts, he came as well, burying his face in her neck as he moaned her name and sent himself inside of her warm, supple body. Nearly collapsing on top of her but having enough sense to put one hand down on the seat so as not to crush her.
They lay there, his forehead resting on hers, their hearts pounding in unison. Waited for their breathing to return to normal and for their bodies to cease trembling.
He kissed her softly.
She wiped sweat of his brow with gentle finger tips.
Flack checked his watch. "Shit." he cursed.
"What?" she asked.
"Beat cops check this alley in about five minutes." he replied.
"What!?" she brought her knee up and pushed him off of her. "You knew that and you stil insisted on doing this?"
"If you hadn't have talked so much, we would have been done and long gone." he told her, sitting back against door and getting re-dressed from the waist down. He turned and opened the door and got out and went back behind the wheel.
She fixed her dress, smoothed down her hair and climbed back into the front seat. "You are such a horny bastard." she declared with a broad smile and clipped on her seat belt.
He smiled, put on his own belt and started the ignition.
A loud rapping came to the driver's window.
Sam jumped. "Oh fuck!" she whispered. "Now we're going to get arrested! Who will bail us out? Carmen and Tim? Mac?"
"Just relax." Flack said calmly and opened the compartment between the seats once more and took out his badge. He hit the power window button.
"Everything okay in here?" a young fresh face beat cop asked, shining his flash light inside.
Flack showed his badge. "Had to stop 'cause my girlfriend thought she was going to be sick. Just thought I'd stop and let her get some air."
The officer bent down to look at Sam. "You okay, miss?" he asked.
"I'm fine." she squeaked, a hand over her eyes, trying not to laugh.
"You should take her home, detective." the officer said to Flack. "She looks a little flushed. And there's a hell of a flu bug going around."
Flack smiled. "Wouldn't want her have that." he said. "Thanks."
"Have a nice night." the officer said and tipped his hat at them.
"You too. Be safe out here." Flack hit the button to put the window back up and watched the beat cop through the rear view mirror until he disappeared around a corner. "He's gone now." he told Sam.
She couldn't hold it any longer. She burst into hysterical laughter.
"Maybe we should have asked him to join in." Flack said, putting the SUV in reverse and looking over his shoulder as he pulled out of the alley.
"I don't share." she said and began to hiccup.
"You woulda had to if he'd shown up any sooner." Flack said, starting to laugh at the sound of her hiccuping relentlessly. "You okay? Need to stop for some water or something?"
She shook her head. Tears poured down her face and she clutched her chest as her whole shook with each loud hiccup.
"I think we should go home." he said.
"I think (hiccup) that's a (hiccup) good (hiccup) idea. (hiccup)." she managed.
The alarm went off at eight. It was an obnoxious, loud buzz that nearly shook the bedroom walls. They had to be at the YMCA in Harlem for eleven. Flack had been volunteering for years. Since he was just a uniform, and until two years back had kept up a weekly commitment. Now it was done to every two or even three weeks. Today was an outing to the Bronx Zoo that the kids were looking forward to. Even Sam was excited. She hadn't been there since she was just a kid.
Flack rolled over onto his side and slammed his hand down on the offending alarm. He was half awake and groggy. Just a few more minutes, he tought and rolled over to his other side, reaching out for the warm, sleeping figure beside him. Only there was none. His hand fell on nothing but cold sheets.
He flopped over onto his back. His arm over his eyes. He felt exhausted. Every inch of him. Cursing himself for only managing a few hours sleep after such a long week. After they'd arrived back at the apartment, a heavy make out session had began in the elevator that nearly resulted in him hitting the stop button and doing his business right there. They managed to make it to the bedroom, where he lit some candles and watched the flames dance on her pale, smooth skin as he made love to her slowly and lovingly. To make up for the rushed coupling earlier.
He could hear dishes rattling down the hall in the kitchen and the stereo in the living room tuned into a local top forty station. He could smell the aroma of something delicious cooking and it made his stomach growl noisily. Food now took precedence over a few extra minutes of sleep. He sat up and climbed out of bed and found a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt to slip into and headed out.
Samantha was at the stove, making scrambled eggs and bacon and dancing slightly and singing along quietly to John Mayer's Waiting on the World to change. She was wearing a pair of pink and white short shorts and spaghetti strapped tank top adorned with pictures of Hello Kitty. Bright yellow plastic barrettes holding her bangs off her forehead and the toes of her bare feet painted a shocking blue.
He was a little surprised to say the least. The last he'd see her she had nothing on and now here she was in his kitchen, wearing something that barely covered her ass or chest that looked like she'd bought it in the kids department.
She felt his presence in the doorway and looked over. Smiling brightly. She had no makeup on and looked years younger, those freckles and her pale skin on display.
He had never seen a woman so breathtakingly beautiful in all his life.
"Hey." she said cheerfully.
Flack entered the kitchen and stood behind her, his hands on her hips. He kissed the top of her head and then the back of her neck.
"Good morning." he said. "Sleep good?"
She nodded. "You?"
"Always do when you're beside me." he told her. "You know, every day is a surprise. Last night, you were all seductive sex kitten, this morning I come out here and you're wearing pink pyjamas with Hello Kitty on them."
"I like to keep you guessing." she said.
"Apparently."
"I bought them two days ago at Macy's. You like?'
"They're cute." he pushed a strap to the side and kissed her shoulder. "And amazingly sexy all at the same time."
They sat out on the balcony with their breakfast and glasses of orange juice and a coffee for him and tea for her. Flack could count the number of times he'd been out on his balcony on one hand in all the years he lived there. Since Sam came along, he was out there every day. She liked to sit out there and read. And write in her journal. Sometimes they even ate meals out there. Once they even fell asleep out there when she insisted they put a blanket down and look up at the stars.
"You know," she said, sipping her juice. "Now that Sarge is gone, I will have to go back to Adam's eventually."
"Why?" Flack asked.
"Because all of my stuff is there. I didn't bring that much here when I ran away. I'm running out of underwear."
"So either buy new ones, do laundry or not wear any." he said.
She grinned and rested her foot in his lap. "You would so love that last one."
He just smiled.
"I'm just thinking that I can't live here with you for the next two months until mine and Carmen's place is ready." she said.
"Why not?"
"Don, we talked about this. We agreed it was too for that."
"No. You said it was too soon and I went along with it."
"I just think it's something we're not prepared for yet." she reasoned.
"Sam, you've been living with me for two weeks. What's another two months? I'm not saying that you not move in with Carmen. I'm all for it. I'm just saying that I don't see a need for you to go back to your brother's where there's no space and no privacy."
"Why don't you just admit you like having me here, Don and that you don't want me to leave."
He sighed. "You're right. I do like having you here and I don't want you to leave. I like coming home to you and sharing a bed with you and waking up beside you and I'm not ready to give that up yet."
"Was that so hard?" she asked and leaned back in her chair and tilted her face to the sun and closed her eyes. Relaxed and content.
She heard him stand up, lean over the table and take her hand and open it. Felt the slight weight of something in her grasp when he closed her fingers into a fist.
Her eyes snapped open and she looked down. She opened her hand. There in her palm was a ring. A beautiful white gold band with alternating channel set tanzinites and diamonds. "Jesus..." she breathed. "This isn't a..."
"No." he said quickly. "No. I mean... not yet... not for awhile."
His answer tugged at her heart a little. She scolded herself for being so immature and overly romantic to even expect something like a marriage proposal after such a short period of time.
"So what is it?" she asked, trying to conceal the slight hurt.
"A ring." he replied simply.
"I know that. What kind of ring?'
"I don't know. A just because ring, I guess. Because I love you and I wanted to buy you something and I wanted you to realize I'm serious about us. Something you can wear until the real thing comes along. And because I thought you might like it."
"So like a committment ring type of thing?" she asked.
"I guess. If that's what you want it to be called." he replied.
She wanted to ask what he wanted to call it but was afraid to hear the answer. "What hand should I wear it on?" she asked instead.
"Doesn't matter. I like the let 'cause then guys know you're with someone."
"It's beautiful." she said and stood up and leaned over the table to kiss him. "Thank you."
He kissed her in return. "I do love you, you know." he said.
"I know." she said in return and sat back down. She slipped the ring onto her left ring finger and held her hand up to admire it. "It feels perfect." she declared.
She's different outside of work. Once that badge and gun come off and she's away from the microscopes and the computers and all the scientific talk. She's more carefree and light hearted. She laughs easily and readily. Gone were the casual business attire. That afternoon she was wearing a pair of orange flip flops, denim capri shorts and a pair of Paris Hilton inspired shades. She was wearing the same yellow YMCA shirt as he was, but she'd gathered it at the waist and tied it.
The kids loved her. They fought over who got to sit beside her on the subway and the ones who insisted they were too old and big and bad to hold anyone's hands were bowling each other over to grab onto hers. She was patient and answered every question directed her way. She laughed at their jokes whether funny or not with that girlie, bubbly giggle of hers. The kids kept asking if that was his girlfriend. And if it wasn't, why not?
And as Flack watched her, setting the kids up at a picnic table in the refreshment area of the busy Bronx Zoo, the way she diligently doled out snacks and drinks, opening juice and pop bottles for those that couldn't manage or cleaning off filthy faces and hands, the thought struck him that she would make an amazing mother. To his kids. He'd like her to have his kids. And the thought petrified him. He'd never thought that about a woman. Ever. And as she sat down next to him at a table behind the kids, she noticed the pale, almost scared look on his face.
"What's wrong?" she asked. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." he said and sipped a bottle of water. Thankful he wore sunglasses and she couldn't see the frightened look in his eyes.
"You're acting weird." she declared and snapped open a bottle of apple juice.
He picked absentmindedly at the label on his water. "You think we're moving too fast?" he asked.
She took a sip of juice. "What do you mean?" she inquired.
"You know, fast as in we're gonna end up in a burning wreck if we don't slow down."
"Good time to tell me how you feel. I'm glad I'm in therapy."
"What? I don't mean that. I mean with the kids."
"What kids? You're mental. They're just kids from the Y."
"No. I mean our kids. The ones we're going to have."
"What the hell are you talking about, Don? You mean I'm pregnant and I don't even know it?"
"No! Fuck woman! Don't make this so difficult for me. I looked at you with the kids and I saw the mother of my children and it freaked me out a bit."
She sipped her juice quietly. "Do you think we're going to fast?" she asked. "And be honest."
"No. Yes. Maybe. I don't want kids yet but I can't help think that you'd be a fantastic mother."
She smiled and leaned into him. "Really?"
He nodded and leaned into her and kissed her. Much to the amazement and amusement of some of the kids.
"EWWWW!" one exclaimed. "Blue you just kissed a girl! Gross!"
."It's just a little freaky." he said after the excitement died down. "I've never felt these things before. About marriage and kids and all that crap. I guess I think you're too good to be a cop's wife. You deserve better than that. I saw what it did to my mother and I don't want that happening to you."
"You're afraid you're going to be just like your father." she concluded.
He sighed and nodded glumly.
"Donnie, that's not even remotely possible. You're a good man and I won't let you ever become like him."
"Can you really promise me that, Sam?"
"I can." she assured him. "Let's face it. Unlike your mother, I will kick your ass."
He smiled and rubbed the small of her back. "That's what I love about you. Not afraid to put me in my place."
"It's nice to know the thing you like best." she teased. "Here I was thinking it was my gorgeous looks and my sweet personality and all along you like the fact I'm a bitch the best. There must be something else you love about me."
"Sure." he kissed her cheek and pressed his lips to her ear. So the kids wouldn't hear what he was about to say. "Your ass for a start. And those porn star noises you make. They make me hard just thinking abut them.'
One of the kids tugged on his shirt.
"Blue... you guys want some ice cream?" the eight year old held out two dripping soft serve vanilla cones he and an older kid had ran over and bought.
"Ice cream!" Sam enthused and accepted one. "Thank you. Ice cream is my favorite."
The kid blushed slightly and ran off, excitedly telling his buddies she'd smiled at him.
"What you need," she said and dipped her tongue into the cone. "is a cold shower."
"Only if you're in there with me."
"The children. They don't need to know you're a dirty minded perv. And we won't have time. We're suppose to meet Carmen and Tim and the rest of the team later."
"Come on. Speed and Carmen will be late themselves." Flack said, eating his own ice cream.
"Better make it worth my while then." Sam told him. "Gotta be good for me to face the wrath of Carmen. You know how anal she is about people being late."
"Tell you what." he said quietly. "I'll do that thing with my tongue you like so much and then maybe I'll pull your panties down nice and slow and..."
"Enough! Not near the children! I need to go to the bathroom and find some ice cold water to cool me off." she stood up and kissed his cheek. "I'll be back."
He watched her go. Checking out her ass and the way she filled out those shorts.
One of the older boys, an eleven year old named Kyle, sat down beside him, watching Sam as well as she headed for the public bathroom.
"What are you looking at?" Kyle asked Flack.
"When you're older, you'll understand." Flack assured him.
"You're checking out the booty aren't ya, Blue."
He nearly choked on the ice cream. "Kid," he said, shaking his head in amusement and disbelief. "You are way too young to even know what that word means."
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