He was charged in a sting operation that brought down eight Black law enforcement officers. Efren had committed a series of crimes during his tenure w...ith the City Police Department. Many were victimless.The five-foot-ten, honey-colored man had been the recipient of free drinks and meals at several restaurants around the metropolis. It was something most restaurateurs did in order to keep riff-raff and nonsense to a minimum. He also withheld evidence in a couple of cases he felt were wrongly. The aroma of apple and bubblegum was a most pleasing combination, as it filled her nostrils. She pressed a number and adjusted the phone at her ear, with floury hands. “God, if cooking has become the new sex, then it sure as hell is just as messy,” she thought, wiping flour from her nose with her sleeve, as she waited for the call to be answered. *** “Oh you dirty Scottish bitch!” The deep voice growled into Maz’s ear. “Yes, you know I am and you fucking love it!” She sighed, pressing the. Then I met HER, my best friend, Rachel. I met her thru a great and wonderful guy there in the chat. Who to today, we are still friends? She was my first BI, encounter. I was like Wow this is something! We got to know eachother. Started playing without the guy. And then, one day while he was away, not away away, I mean like he was there but left to do something. She got kind of shy, and told me she had AIDS. She was upset, told me she thought we would leave her if we knew. I told her it was. She makes as if to get up. Marcel stops her, he kneels behind her on the ground, in the gap between her bed and the mirror. He kisses her neck, his warm breath helping to appease her embarrassment. Crysta has her hands on the floor, either side of her kneeling form. It looks to him like a position of defeat. Marcel takes her arms gently and raises them. He places her hands, palms down, on the bed and traces the line of her beautiful form. He runs his warm hands from shoulders to hips. She turns.