There was no hesitation as they kissed and stroked and reached beyond all the boundaries that had kept them apart until that night.
Um... you forgot the spandex boundary... and it's not just physical!
She’d made love to Superman. No... no, there had been no love involved. She’d had sex with Superman.
Eek!!! This *cannot* be good!!!
There was only one man she could ever make love with, and that man was gone. Gone forever. Dead.
I want to say something here, but the only thing that comes to mind is
Her finger traced his neat handwriting and she smiled, remembering her annoyance at his interference when she’d been trying to concentrate on their investigation - who cared if robbery was spelled with one or two ‘b’s? That kind of thing had been part of their partnership, something they were both used to; something that had become a game between them.
Awwww!!
Capone’s address.
Barrow’s address...
Oh geez!! Bad to worse! You'd better have the next part up pronto ladies!!!
Sara (who really shouldn't have gone on so long
because now I'll be late for class ;P)
