Officer’s Point Of View: Rough Encounter Ends With A Facial

Oh, god. Once inside the air conditioned Mall, I found the air considerably cooler, and I felt my nipples pop in response to the sudden chill. She had a puzzled look on her face. Their antics and sounds caused a cacophony of echoes in the hard surfaced room, making it seem even louder than it was. The older women tried to ignore the younger ones, who were noisy and brash, laughing and giggling and joking. I could feel the heat of it. Oh god, what a hoot. The pain in my back was getting worse. I was close, which surprised me. So I, too, could be heard. I was close, which surprised me. I stood there stupefied, with open mouth, I realized after a moment. I could hear myself and now I could smell myself: the aroma of aroused woman on a tear.