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On the Ocean

Date: 7/24/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Female/Female, Interracial, Male/Female, Author: Norton X, Rating: 80.8, Source: sexstories.com

telling me you don't want to be a part of the Critical Situation Team anymore? You've worked so hard to gain a place in it, and I've busted my ass and some other asses just so you could feel welcome to the team. And now you're even a hero! Do you really want to throw this all away?" He shook his head slowly, his eyes pleading with her. "Don't, Cass. Don't. Please. Not for some guy who couldn't cope with reality and decided he didn't want to live anymore so he took two innocent people hostage. That's suicide by cop, pure and simple. He killed himself." "No," said Cass, withdrawing her hands from Mulcahy's and getting to her feet. There were tears flowing down her face and her voice shook as she spoke. "I killed him. I don't care what your protocol says or what moral judgments it is based on. I did what I did because I believed that code. I don't anymore. I quit being an executioner. I'm quitting the CST. And... I quit us, Dale. It's over. Goodbye." She turned and walked away, leaving him alone on the park bench. ________________________________ WE DON’T HAVE MUCH TIME This isn't my first time in church. But it is my first time in a long time. I've been divorced from my wife for almost a year now. My two children are gathered with me in the foyer. The eldest boy is fifteen and my little girl is seven. Church volunteers are handing out styrofoam cups steaming with hot coffee and hot chocolate. I gratefully accept a coffee for myself and two hot chocolate's for my kids. I've ... noticed the stunningly attractive blonde woman sitting across from me on the other side. She has one child of her own, a boy of around ten years of age, and a cat. She's you. You don't seem to have your husband with you, even though I see a wedding band on your finger. Where is your husband? I wonder. Everyone is dressed in some form of winter attire. The church heaters have done a great job so coats have been removed and laid at everyone's feet. You're wearing a lovely pink wool turtleneck sweater that hugs your fine figure. I can't help lingering my gaze upon your face, hair, shoulders, breasts, flat tummy, hips and legs for a few furtive seconds at intervals. You accept a hot chocolate and one for your son. Then I think I hear you requesting a tray of warm milk for your cat. The church volunteer gladly nods his head. I get the feeling he's not the type to take requests, but from the way your mouth moves, your eyes lock onto his, you're quite a charmer and he's all too willing to help out a nice attractive woman such as yourself. We're both around the same age. Mid-thirties. People are comforting their loved ones, sticking close to those who mean something to them, while glancing up to see the news updates on the wide-screen television of a vast meteor cluster headed towards Earth. Scientists say that we are definitely on the brink of extinction. The meteor storm will hit everywhere across the globe. There will be no chance of survival for anyone. Those who aren't hit directly ...