Her legs had folded over the edge of the table, and her groin was splayed in a line for the door, so the view was painfully clear. Bert finally moved, taking her other arm, and helping. There was no mind trick or sex to soften it. Usually, you need an attack to get them handcuffing people and talking safe house.
His eyes were almost accusing, and his voice held it's own thin edge of anger. I looked at him, and he wouldn't meet my eyes. I finished the belt, but he was at the desk before I got it off, slipping the shoulder holster free and setting gun and all beside me on the big black lacquer desk. They seemed to think she was suffering from shock.
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