A blast from my past

I have just put my clothes back on after having lesbian sex with my frizzy haired friends Sarah Zembe. I had tried to make love to the Sarah on the night before, but I had a back spasm that ruined the mood. Now that I have gotten the taste of chocolate delight that I so desperately wanted, I feel that I am ready for us to discuss business so I sit down on a unflattering chair in front of the bed. I get a queasy feeling in my stomach as my friend crawls under the bed that we had just made love on and fishes out a lengthy tan envelope. I am getting the feeling that Sarah is going to do a lot more than divulge the identity of Kat's killer. Something tells me that she would not need a envelope that big for a simple piece of evidence.

Sarah reaches into the envelope and takes out a laminated card that is the size of a driver's license and offers it to me with her right hand. Even though my gal pal's hand is covering the picture and the name on front, I can still see the back of the card and my eyes open wide when I see a very familiar emblem. It is the emblem of my former employer City Of Love. I should recognize it since I have mine framed and hanging on my wall. Seeing the card in Sarah's hand brings to me a flashback of a woman who started work at the publishing company on the same day I did. This woman acted like my friend, but she stabbed me in the back at every opportunity. I had thought that she was just scheming ladder climber, but I had absolutely no idea how despicable that monster was. Now the intense pain in my heart has a name and its name is Marion.

"I should have known it was Marion!" I snapped while standing up and waving my arms in the air.

"Not bad," Sarah complimented me. "You figured it out without seeing the front of the card. Looks like Nancy Drew is on the mend."

"I hate her!" I cried out while taking the card and putting it into my pocket.

"Remember your promise!" Sarah warned with strong eyes.

"I have never broken a promise in my life and I am not going to start now," I replied while sitting in the chair to calm down.

"I think that is wonderful," Sarah praised me.

"It's the way I was brought up," I explained.

"Come sit on the bed next to me," Sarah ordered. "You aren't going to like what I have to tell you next."

"O-kay," I stuttered while obeying my ebony friend's orders and preparing to have my heart broken all over again. I don't know if I am strong enough to go through another tragedy so soon.

"I am very sorry that you have to see what is inside this envelope because it is going to hurt you a lot," Sarah apologized while rubbing my back. "It is important for you to see it because I found it in a filing cabinet in Kat's apartment. I don't want to send you into battle without you knowing the whole story because that would be dangerous. I will do anything that I can to help after you see these papers. I will even have sex with you again if you want it."

I took the envelope with a shaky right hand and I opened it. I feel that I am looking at a bomb that will blow up in my face. I felt my eyes moistening as soon as I started looking at the papers because they describe a plan to flood the city of Paris. Someone has stabbed me in the heart and this time the person with knife is none other than my best friend Kat. I have no idea what is going on anymore so I fall face down on the bed and start crying which causes Sarah to put her arms around me from behind.

"I am so sorry!" Sarah whined.

"Please tell me that this is a joke!" I pleaded through my tears.

"You know that I would never lie to you!" Sarah debated.

"My entire life is a lie!" I cried out.

"Huh?" Sarah asked.

"All of those fun times that we had when we were kids and all the scrapes we helped each other out of!" I howled. "Was she looking to stab me in the back then?"

"This had nothing to do with you!" Sarah protested. "Something must have happened to her recently."

"I might have been able to help her if I had stayed in Paris!" I blubbered.

"You stop that this instant!" Sarah demanded. "This is not your fault!"

"Do those plans say why she wanted to do this?" I wondered.

"I read them from cover to cover and I didn't see anything," Sarah mournfully replied.

"Now that Kat is dead, I... I will never know why this happened," I complained.

"Kat might have told Marion something before Marion killed her," Sarah pointed out. "That is another reason why you need to spare Marion's life."

"I don't suppose that you know where I can find Marion," I implored while gradually stopping my crying fit. I make myself sit on the bed as soon as my tears stop. Sarah only lets go of me when I stop crying,

"Sorry," Sarah answered while shaking her head.

"I think I know someone who might," I mused while making a face that made me look like as if I was sucking a lemon as I considered what I had to do.

"Who are you talking about?" Sarah insisted.

"The less you know about what I have to do the better," I grumbled. "After this case is over, I am quitting the the detective game. It isn't fun anymore."

"You shouldn't make such an important decision under stress," Sarah argued. "Please think about it."

"Maybe you're right," I conceded.

"Can I do anything to help before you leave?" Sarah pleaded. "Maybe give you a pick-me-up?"

I thought about all of the problems I had faced within the last day and I realized that I needed a shower before I went into the lion's den. I looked at Sarah and I decided that I would have some fun if I could get her to join me. I started to walk to the bathroom and when I was halfway there, I beckoned my good friend to follow me with my right index finger. She smiled and scampered quickly to catch up. When we got to the bathroom, we took off our own clothes and Sarah turned on the water so we could get in. We immediately steamed the place up by getting our bodies all soapy.

"I am sorry that I threatened to steal the evidence from you," I begged while rinsing the soap off of my partner's lovely body.

"It's okay," Sarah accepted with a smile. "You were just upset."

As soon as all of the soap was washed away from ourselves, Sarah shocked me by latching her mouth onto my neck.

"Sarah, wait a minute!" I protested.

"If you give me a hickey, then I should be able to give you one," Sarah explained.

"Ordinarily, I would love for you to give me a hickey, but I don't think it's a good idea right before I go into the lion's den," I explain.

"I understand," Sarah gave in.

I wrap my arms tightly around my lover and give her my best lip lock. I wish I could spend more time on this tryst, but I am more than anxious to catch a bad guy. To that end, I quickly reach for Sarah's love box.

"In a hurry?" Sarah probed.

"I am anxious to settle things," I reveal.

"Okay," Sarah agreed while reaching for my vagina.

It is kind of hard for me to get into the love making this time because there is too much on my mind. I am a little disappointed since sex is usually a lot more fun for me. We soon have our orgasms and I know it is time for me to get ready to fight a bad guy. The show is about to begin and no one had better get in my way during my trip to the big top.