“If I could get Holly to truly understand that, deep in her soul, I could make her a phoenix,” Lisa grumbled.“They’re doing fine,” Mac assur...ed her. “Are you upset because you’re the only one who understands how alive dying makes you feel?”Lisa sighed. “I don’t think so. If I wanted someone to experience being burned alive and still live to remember it, I could…“Oh my God!” Lisa exclaimed, interrupting herself as she suddenly realized… “I could really do that! In fact, that’s how I got Vlad past. We fight face to face, take down the bad guys in cold blood! This sniper is for our siege units and is to be used only during largely protracted encounters!” I explained.“Wow! Police work does require a lot of cognitive input.” she wondered.“True didi. Perhaps you could help in some of our operations.” I jested.She slapped my arms and said “Tum bhi na bhaiya. May I … Hold it?” she pointed at the sniper.“Sure go ahead. But dont shoot on your own. Now come here, I will help you with it.” she held. That was a Monday when she returned. Her name was Bindu. She laid still on the bed and again I was there checking her as usual. This time I had this feeling that she was not wearing anything below her t-shirt.Rather jokingly I said, “I see you have not won a Bra ? Of course they do not need one.” She smiled and said, It is too hot and I feel comfortable being like this than wearing those inners”.I said, “That is fine, but then if you do not give your breasts some support they may become. Sally moaned her approval and Bridget’s hands veered north, caressing her sleek sides, her thumbs purposely grazing the outer slopes of Sally’s breasts. Sally responded by lowering her hands to caress Bridget’s ass and Bridget leaned her upper body away and ran her palms over Sally’s breasts. Once she squeezed her nipples, Sally’s knees buckled and Bridget quickly guided her into a semi-controlled crash on the bed. After that, Sally found herself on a fast ride to sexual nirvana with Bridget.