"I really can't say," said Becca, now nervous.The elevator doors opened and Becca and Kevin stepped in along with a horde of other people."You've got ...to tell me what she said," said Kevin."I... I... can't..." said Becca."Please, come with me and talk to me for a minute," pleaded Kevin."I'm already late for work," said Becca."Where do you work? I'll call them." I work at Davis, Peters, and Lyndon. They won't like it if I'm late." You work for Davis, Peters, and Lyndon? How come I don't know you?. She felt the precipice coming at her. Her hips started humping up towards his body. Her scream was loud and wickedly inviting. His hot mouth traced the valley between her heaving breasts. She sensed he was happy. Feeling herself being lifted ever so lightly. She allowed her hands to fall to her side. He allowed his tongue to come to her silken triangle of downy soft hair. She felt an unbridled passion mounting. His tongue outlined her pussy, it was so hot as she felt him circle her swollen. In her confusion, she had left her bag in the courtyard. Her badge, gun, knife and cell phone were all in it. She had nothing but her brief outfit and quickly returning wits.She considered jumping out as soon as he slowed, but she couldn't make a run for it, she had to know where he was taking her."My name is Tommy," he said, "and yours is ... Brandy. I like Brandy." My name isn't Brandy," she said, raising her voice a couple of octaves and throwing in a confused lilt, "My name is ... is .... ”He laughed briefly and shifted his weight around, clearly trying to do a better job of hiding his erection under the sheets yet not doing a very good job.“Oh, and honey,” Chelsea went on, grasping for whatever subject to keep stalling with. “I hope you’re not still upset about that thing with your friends. Don’t take it too seriously, okay?”“Hmm, well maybe they’re not as good friends as I thought,” he said, frowning. “But to tell the truth, I felt proud of you.”Chelsea was genuinely.