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  He shook his head. "Okay, maybe I exaggerate a little. But most of us tend to do as we're told over there, and private ownership of guns is frowned upon. Occasionally, some lunatic gets hold of a weapon and shoots innocent passers-by or goes on a rampage in a school, and another crackdown and firearms amnesty follows as surely as night follows day.

  "A chap I know in the London Metropolitan police told me once that a criminal convicted of armed robbery admitted to him he just loves firearms amnesties. It means there's less chance of him finding himself on the wrong end of a gun the next time he burgles a house or attacks someone." He shook his head, and she could see the anger in his eyes. "We're not even allowed to use unreasonable physical force to defend ourselves! How can anyone gauge how much force to use when they're being attacked?"

  "That's outrageous! Here in Indiana if a guy broke into our house and came at us with a rock in his hand, I'd be fully entitled to shoot him dead—and I would, too! All we need is to feel our lives are threatened."

  "And the law doesn't mind?" he asked incredulously.

  She gave him a half smile and shook her head. "Not if you have a license. The only thing to worry about is being sued afterward by the dead guy's relatives!"

  "Only in America!" he said and sighed, but he wore a broad smile. "I think I'll like it here."

  She cocked her head and gave him a thoughtful look. "Marty, this weekend I'm going to book some time at a firing range so I can get my hand in again. It's been years since I carried a gun, let alone fired one. New York City is real tight against citizens carrying weapons in the streets, so the most I could tote there was a pepper spray. Here, I'm licensed to carry a concealed weapon." She hugged him. "We'll go down to the range together, and I'll show you how to use my gun. That'll help you get used to the things, and maybe then you won't find them so worrisome."

  "Am I allowed to do that?"

  "Oh, yeah! You'll need to bring your passport to leave with the guy controlling the range while we're using it, but there's nothing to stop you blasting a few holes in a target on a licensed range. The law says you can't buy a gun legally until you've been resident here for at least ninety days, and then only with a permit." She winked. "That'll come all in good time, sweetheart. In the meantime, you can get used to guns, and prove to me you aren't a total cotton candy ass!"

  "I'm not entirely sure what one of those is, but I don't think I'm one!" he said and made a grab for her.

  She squeaked and laughed, ducking away from his grasp, and he followed her around the table. "Cotton candy ass!" she said, diving through the door.

  He caught her around the waist and swung her around, clasping her tightly within his arms. "Would a cotton candy ass do this?" he asked, and kissed her deeply.

  As always the touch of his lips on hers made the humdrum world fade to nothing, until it was just him and her. "Mmm, no, I'll give you that," she said softly, when they came up for air. "I love you, Martin Grey; don't ever doubt that."

  "I love you, Claudia Mackenzie, and don't you ever doubt that!"

  She kissed him again and sighed. "I really need to shower, darling. Then you can tell me about your day."

  "I've got a lot to tell you, sweetheart," he said, and she saw the shadow of pain flicker across his face.

  "Was it rough?"

  "Yes, rough enough."

  Holding him by the waist, she did a grind and bump against him, looking up into his eyes with a smile. "Now why don't we forget the day we've had and take a shower together?"

  Almost immediately she felt his growing hardness against her tummy, and the smile on his face spoke volumes.

  * * * *

  They went into the bathroom. For the first time ever, they had a shower cubicle that was big enough to share, and she was determined to make the most of the occasion.

  Setting the shower running, she kicked off her shoes, turned to him, and held up her arms in the classic surrender pose. "Undress me, lover!" she commanded.

  Grinning, he took the hem of her blouse and pulled it up her body, rolling it until was inside out with just the cuffs on her wrists. Dropping her arms, she let him pull the blouse from her, and laid her hands on his broad shoulders as he knelt to unzip her pants.

  She could feel his hot breath on her skin as he unfastened the button and peeled them down over her hips, exposing the lacy white panties she wore. Tucking his thumbs into the waistband, he pulled the pants down her legs, his strong fingers caressing her all the way down.

  As he rose, he planted a soft kiss on her navel and another on her smooth tummy, a third between her breasts, and then a fourth, lingering kiss on her lips. "Umm, yum!" she said.

  He winked and slid his hands around her shoulders, the flats of his palms warm on her skin as he sought for and found the clip of her brassiere. It always excited her, this small moment when her breasts were exposed to him, and she watched his face avidly, her heart beginning to beat faster as he unfastened the hooks and drew the brassiere from her by the straps, his eyes dropping to her breasts.

  The sharp rise and fall of his chest, the sigh of delight he gave was a sweet reward. "Damn, but you do have the nicest tits, my dear!" he said, draping the bra on the linen basket without taking his eyes off them.

  "Why, thank you, kind sir!" She put her hand between them and batted her eyelashes. "Would you like to remove my panties too?"

  "I'll get to them in a moment, I think; there's too much to see and play with up here."

  He cupped her breasts in either hand and buried his face in her cleavage, and she chuckled and stroked his hair. "Mmm!" she murmured as his lips and tongue began to play over her skin. Under his loving touch, her breasts began to feel hot and heavy, and she could hear her blood begin to sing in her ears. "I do like the way you do that."

  "And what about this?" He cocked an eye up at her as he sucked a nipple into his mouth and rolled his tongue over and around it.

  Her body reacted instantly to the touch, each nipple crinkling and swelling, darkening with her blood until they stood proud. "Oh, yeahhhh!" she gasped, caressing his head, her eyes half shut, feeling the wetness growing between her thighs.

  And then he was working downwards, blazing a path of butterfly kisses over her breasts and ribs and tummy that left her shivering with desire. She opened her eyes and watched him, this good man who had come into her life and was so willing to share his. How could I ever have doubted him, she thought as he took the waistband of her panties and began to slide them over her hips.

  Her dark, coppery bush appeared, and she wondered briefly if she should've shaved her lips. It was too late to worry now; besides, she thought, with the thrill of a new idea, I can get Marty to shave me! Won't that be a hoot?

  The crotch of her panties was wet enough to stick briefly to her pussy as he lowered them, and he leaned close until his nose pressed into her mound. Cool air streamed over her hot thighs as he inhaled her scent, and her pussy released a fresh gush of moisture. "Ooh, yeah!" she gasped then jumped and shivered as he gave her pussy lips a swift lick.

  "My turn?" he asked, rising to his feet and holding her as she stepped out of the panties and kicked them into a corner of the room.

  "Sure thing, you gorgeous hunk, you!" she purred.

  *

  Martin kicked off his shoes then mimicked the way Claudia had stood for him as she began to undress him. He held up his arms in surrender as she rolled his sweatshirt up and over his arms then pulled them down so she could tug it off him. Her hands slid all over his chest as she kissed a path across it, burying her nose in his hair and inhaling his natural scent. Her hair shone with that dark coppery sheen like embers in a wood fire, and he remembered admiring it from that first time they'd met back in New York.

  He toyed with her hair as she knelt in front of him to unzip and unbutton his pants. "Ooh, yesss!" he murmured as she kissed his tummy.

  "Now your pants," she whispered, her voice scarcely audible over the rush of water from the shower. The room was beginni
ng to get steamy, and so were his feelings. He felt the hardness of his cock straining within the confines of his boxers.

  Claudia rolled his pants down his legs, kissing his thighs as she stooped lower. He leaned on her shoulders as she tugged the pants free, feeling and admiring the strength in her. Throwing the pants aside, she slid her hands up and down the backs of his thighs, kissing his shins, his knees, his thighs, until she knelt before him, her gaze fixed on the huge bulge in his boxers.

  "I think I'd better let that bad boy out before he bursts a seam!" she said, and he laughed at the anticipation in her eyes.

  She gripped the hem of the boxers and tugged them down sharply, making him gasp at the sudden rough handling. "Ooh, dear god, that's better!" He sighed with relief as his cock sprang free.

  She grinned up at him. "Damn, Marty! That thing nearly had my eye out!" she said, wrapping her fingers around his shaft.

  "Mmm, sorry, darling."

  "I'm not!" She bestowed a delicate kiss on the very tip of his cock, bringing forth a small trickle of pre-cum, and followed up the kiss with an equally delicate lick. "Mmm, tasty!"

  "Better tasty than nasty."

  "Absolutely!" she murmured, and, leaning forward, she engulfed him with her mouth.

  Once again he was gratifyingly shocked and pleased with just how much she could take of his manhood. Not being the kind of guy to make a big deal out of penis size, he was still quietly pleased with how much Mother Nature—or good genes—had bestowed on him. Claudia's lips enfolded him almost up to the root of his cock and her nose was all but buried in his pubic hair. He felt his eyes crossing as she tickled his balls with her fingertips.

  She released her hold on him, and he felt his cock slip free of her lips. "Shower, darling?" she asked.

  "Ooh, yes, if you don't mind."

  "Why should I mind?" she said with a chuckle as she stood up. He held her as he leaned forward and kissed her, and felt her hand close around his cock again. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of playing with this."

  "I'm more than happy to let you play, darling," he said with a tender smile. "And in a short while, it'll be deep inside your pussy!"

  "Mmm, yeah!" She flashed him a grin and took hold of his hand. Slipping it between her thighs, she held it there, allowing him to feel just how hot and wet she was. Her swollen mound filled his palm, and she moved her hips slowly back and forth. "I'm nearly ready for you—but I need to get under that shower first!"

  *

  He held her as she stepped into the cubicle. The impact and heat of the water on her skin made her gasp, and she thrust her face into the jets and shook her head. She felt Marty step in behind her and close the door, and she turned to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "C'mere," she said, and kissed him deeply, her breasts pressing into his chest, his hair tickling her skin.

  His rigid cock pushed hard into her tummy and he flicked it upright so it became sandwiched between them; it was that little thing he did that never failed to make her giggle—or feel aroused. Then his hands began wandering. She buried her face in his shoulder and let him explore, stroking her all over her back and shoulders, the water pouring over them both and filling the world with a pleasant, steamy warmth after the trials and tribulations of the day.

  Marty's hands found and fondled her breasts, cupping and squeezing them hard in a way that would be cruel if she didn't make it plain she liked it so much. "Mmm, that's nice!" she said, just to remind him.

  "I'm glad," he replied, pinching her nipples with either hand.

  "Ooh, yeah!"

  "Turn around, assume the position!" he growled, and she smiled at the way he tried to imitate the American cop's traditional command in his British accent.

  "Okay, officer!" She obeyed, wondering as she turned what he had in mind.

  She braced herself on the shower wall and spread her legs. He began to pat her down, reaching around her front to cup and squeeze her breasts again. "Do you think I'm armed and dangerous, sir?"

  "Oh, I know you are, ma'am!" he said, stroking her ribs and tummy.

  Then his hands were on her butt, spreading her cheeks and exposing her puckered anus. "Ooh, sir!" she chuckled, as she felt his breath hot on her skin.

  The tip of his tongue flicked over her butt then down to her anus, licking and caressing it. She relaxed and felt him moisten her there with his fingers before his tongue returned. He held her hips, his lips firm against her butt as he probed her anus with his tongue, pushing it steadily deeper and deeper as she relaxed and opened for him.

  Reaching around, she took one of his hands and guided it to her pussy, pressing his fingers against it. He got the idea and began to masturbate her in time to her hand movements, accepting her guidance as he pleasured her rear with his tongue.

  A fire blossomed between her legs, a fire that grew and grew as they moved in total harmony. Tossing back her sopping wet hair, she cast a glance over her shoulder, feeling such a thrill to see him kneeling there behind her, pleasuring her with total commitment. Her pussy grew hotter and wetter yet, until her fingers felt slick with juice where it had dribbled over his fingers. Her clitoris was a nub of pure pleasure, Marty's thumb pressing and rubbing over it in turns, and she sighed blissfully.

  Then his tongue left her anus, and she felt him pressing against her as he stood up, his body so hot and firm and his cock so hard where it brushed her thighs and butt. "Don't enter me yet!" she commanded. "I want to cum with just our fingers."

  "Okay," he whispered in her ear.

  She bent her head back and kissed the air until he took the hint, moved and pressed his lips to hers. The fire in her belly was growing more intense, and she leaned on the wall with one hand, her other between her legs, pressed over his hand, guiding him, showing him just how she liked it.

  Slow, then faster, shallow, then deeper, all the time stoking her pleasure until it filled her with a rich, tingling sensation. Her breasts hung and trembled in time to their movements, until Marty clasped one with his free hand and squeezed it. "So close now," she murmured, her voice sounding thick to her ears.

  "Cum for me, darling!" he said urgently.

  "Yes, oh yes!"

  Her nerves were buzzing like high voltage cables as his fingers slid over and between her swollen pussy lips. All her energies seemed to center there; the firm pressure of Marty's body, his fingers, and the pounding of the water all combining to create a continuous series of moments, each more intense than the last—until finally she came.

  A spasm shot through her as her long-delayed orgasm found release. Her back arched, and she was barely aware of Martin holding her tight as wave after wave of pure sensation shot through her with tidal force. Someone was crying out; it had to be her.

  Gradually the world started to reform around her, and she became aware of Martin bending her forward. She barely had time to realize what he was doing and brace herself before he entered her, his thick cock sliding all the way home in a long, smooth rush. "Oh, Jesus!" she gasped, jolting as his hips banged against her, his balls swinging up to brush her clitoris. His thrusts were deep and hard and urgent, and within seconds her nerves were twanging again. "Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" she gasped, feeling the fires of lust flare anew.

  Marty's fingers dug into her hips in a way she knew would leave bruises, but she didn't care. Her body was for him and him alone.

  He came quickly, so fired up was he, and she was glad of the release too. His cum jetted deep inside her, and she let her passions ignite and flare like a sunburst again.

  Chapter Eleven

  Later, when they had showered and dried off, she sat with Martin in the sitting room and helped him analyze the day over a pizza. "So what do you think happened at the hospital today?" she asked.

  "It forced me to rethink a few things," he said, frowning. "I was mistaken in the assessment I made when Caroline told me of her first encounter. The lady in white she saw by the river wasn't trying to kill the boy; she was trying to save him."

 
"She did warn Caroline to get help when that guy took the nurse hostage."

  "Yes, that's what made me rethink the matter." He swallowed another mouthful of pizza and took a swig of root beer to wash it down. She couldn't help but smile at the way he'd wholeheartedly adopted the drink. "Do you know one of the definitions of 'lady in white?'" he asked.

  "I guess it's not going to be the obvious one."

  He gave a half-smile. "You're right. It's a euphemism for witch."

  She stared at him, a slice of pizza sagging in her hand. "You're saying the lady in white is the ghost of a witch?"

  He shrugged. "It's possible, dear. Nothing can be taken for granted where spirits are concerned."

  "I know they exist over here, but how can a ghostly witch be haunting a hospital?"

  "That's one of the things I'll have to check into. I'm not saying the spirit is that of a witch; it's just the description and association of colors that made me think of it."

  "How come she made contact with Caroline, of all people?"

  "Caroline has a bright spirit of her own." He picked up another slice of pizza and gestured with it. "You told me how good she is as a person. It could be the lady in white herself is of a goodly nature and like was drawn to like."

  She stirred in her seat. "Marty, is Caroline in any danger with this?"

  He bit into the pizza, his expression reflective as he ate. Eventually he nodded and swallowed. "Something in that place is evil," he said, his eyes narrowed. "I felt it in that room; Caroline felt it before I arrived. Even Doctor Burwell told me he noticed how cold the air was when he tried to tackle Mr. Mendoza. The lady and whatever form the evil takes will be diametrically opposed. Caroline's on the side of the angels, and that makes her a target."

  "Can we protect her?"

  "I'm sure we can. Once the place closes down in the New Year, she'll be working elsewhere. I'll find a means to shield her for the duration. In the meantime, I'm going to do my best to get to the heart of the problem. I've skirted around the edges long enough."