HER SOLE DESIRE

Copyrighted © 2003 All Rights Reserved

By B. S. Raven

Disclaimers: See Part One

Part 3 

Chapter 7 

Kate had gone before Carling’s alarm went off. She rushed about with her morning tasks, and was standing on the front steps when Paul’s patrol car drove up. She would be compiling certain portions of her examinations today, and she wanted to get the details of the reports on her laptop. Paul arrived, giving the Dr, a hearty good morning. They proceeded to the hospital where Carling had set up a decent replica of the states forensic lab. Anything she couldn’t do here she could send to her colleagues’ upstate. 

"Paul, please put those canisters into the refrigerator for me." Asking the deputy for his assistance, she went back to the beer bottle she held up to the light with forceps. 

"That one of the beer bottles from the Clayton’s place?" The deputy asked. 

"Yes," she responded, turning the bottle slowly. 

"Any particular reason you keep going back to that one and the one off to the side instead of the four you have placed together over here." He indicated the bottles to the side. 

"Yes, Paul. These two have the same DNA. The other four have young Clayton’s DNA and prints on them. These two bottles, although they have been wiped clean of prints, have saliva deposits on the inside, and they are from the same individual that left saliva residue on the pillow case we removed from the bed at Clayton’s." 

"Kate said you were the state’s top forensic investigator. Can you tell what happened yet, and who else was involved?" Paul asked. 

"Paul, we offer the sheriff a well-rounded approach to an investigation. We seek only the truth. We conduct evaluations, examinations and inquiries and report the true results of our findings in an unbiased and objective manner. Isolating DNA from cells is an important first step in doing DNA analysis. This procedure is used to extract large amounts of DNA from onions, and similar protocols are used to isolate DNA from other sources, such as the two blood samples found at the Clayton place. From the procedures used, I can probably tell you most of the physical characteristics of the individuals involved."

"From my training I know the footprints could reveal height and probable weight. And with the DNA from Clayton’s blood already on hand from the blood bank where he gave only three weeks ago, we can give a very concise scientific opinion of what belongs to Clayton and the other person involved. Right?" The inquisitive deputy looked at the young investigator.

"After all the evidence is processed, we’ll have a pretty good picture of what we’re looking for…at…realistically, that is. No need to tell you not to discuss this with anyone outside the sheriff’s office. Right?"

"I’ve worked for Kate much too long to go around blabbing about anything that happens in the sheriff’s office," he assured her. 

"Good. Then I’ll tell you young Mr. Clayton was entertaining an older woman, that may be responsible for his disappearance." 

"Damn. He wasn’t a really good-looking fellow, or even that outgoing kind of guy, but he was really gentle. I’d sure hate to think the worst happened to him," he paused and looked over at the investigator. 

"Think you’d better toss that idea around a bit Paul; for I think young Clayton never left this area. The blood stains on the dock at the empty boat slip are pretty convincing that he didn’t leave on his own volition." 

"Yeah. Kate took one look at that empty slip, and the boy’s toy…his truck, then looked out on the lake and just shook her head. She’s convinced the shooting over at the Sterns and Tommy’s disappearance are connected. Taking that into consideration, she has already drawn up a list of trained underwater diving teams to get prepared for an entire underwater lake search."

"Those observation sound like Kate has a good handle on the turn of events." 

"Yep, she is not only the best sheriff this county has ever had, but her natural instincts are the finest I’ve ever seen, including her old man." 

Paul’s lapel radio went off. 

"Paul, I just got a call from Dr. Muscale. He said Don Philbrook called for an ambulance to remove him from the hospital. That is not to happen. I want you to have the hospital switchboard block any calls in or out of his room. We recovered his cell phone from the floorboard of his vehicle, so that will eliminate that possibility. You are to station yourself outside his room. That will ensure he has no further contact with anyone. I, personally will be there in twenty minutes to place him under arrest. I want this done by the book, so that he doesn’t have a loophole to get out of the DUI, homicide or drug charges. Don’t say anything to him. OK?"

"Read you loud and clear, Kate. I’m on my way." Paul clicked his lapel radio. 

"Oh, Paul, I called Booth to come to the hospital also. He is to stop the ambulance if they arrive before I do." 

"I understand, Sheriff. Anything else?" He asked. 

"No, that about covers it, Paul. Thanks." She said. 

"I have to go, Carling. I don’t know when I’ll be back. Do I need to get someone to come over and help you?" he asked as he removed his gloves and placed them in the garbage can and quickly removed the disposable lab suit in the same receptacle. 

"No, Paul. I can handle the tests by myself. See you later." The young forensic scientist returned to her notes. 
 

The following week went by rapidly, with Kate and Carling engaged in long conversations until late in the evening. They spent as much time with each other as their jobs permitted, and often had lunch together, and every evening meal when their work would allow.  

On nights that Kate’s duties kept her from home, Carling would prepare dinner and put it either in the refrigerator, or the microwave for Kate. She had been encouraged to play the grand piano, and the young scientist did so frequently. Their relationship was getting so comfortable that each felt as if they had been together for years.

Their bond was strengthening at a slow but intense pace. It seemed they were merging toward an integral bond, which was clearly visible to them as well as others. They kissed and snuggled often, but continued to sleep in separate bedrooms. Both women realized their desire for each other. Each wanted the intimacy, but getting to know each other better was more important to both of them. They knew it was just a matter of time before the familiarity became more, but neither wanted to rush the event and both knew when the time came, it would feel and be right for them.  

Carling turned down numerous dinner invitations from Willa, and several from Gloria, to the displeasure of both women, who nevertheless pursued their endeavors with extra zest. Finally, Carling addressed each of them, stating she was seeing someone, and her principles did not permit her to accepting their invitations, and that it simply wasn’t her style. However, both women continued their chasing, making contact whenever possible, but trying to be a little less obvious.  

It had been raining all morning as Kate and Carling spent three hours in court. Don Philbrooks was finally able to appear before the judge in a wheelchair for his preliminary hearing on the DUI, vehicular homicide and drug charges.  

The prosecuting attorney wasn’t pleased about the attorney’s motion for a venue change, but the judge wasn’t having any of it, and denied the motion immediately. Kate had video taped two of the conscious passengers admitting Don was the driver. They also testified to the speed he was going and that they were all drinking heavily, including Don. The hospital’s report alone on the blood alcohol level allowed the judge to suspend the man’s license for five years. Philbrooks stated his displeasure, and that he would be taking the matter before a higher court. Carling’s testimony about the fingerprints on the steering wheel, gearshift, whiskey bottle, and Philbrooks fingerprints on the stash of drugs was adequate to bind the attorney over for trial on the two other charges. The judge set bail at a million dollars, which the lawyer posted in less than an hour and was driven away from the courthouse in the back of a private ambulance.  

The prosecuting attorney complimented Carling on the thoroughness of her evidence investigation and reports. Then he turned to Kate and praised her for the excellent police work. It was obvious they made an excellent team. 

Kate informed Carling that Booth would be assisting her in the afternoon and taking her home. She had to go to the other side of the county to the sheriff’s substation, where the wolf had been captured. They needed the sheriff’s signature before it could be removed from the county.

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Kate arrived home to find Carling had prepared a light meal for them, and insisted they eat on the back porch instead of the breakfast nook. They discussed the day’s events, and the progress each had made during the day. After the meal, Kate helped Carling clean the picnic table and put the dishes in the dishwasher. The close quarters in the kitchen had them bumping into each other at every turn.

Carling was about to burst. She hadn’t pushed Kate on anything, but she was ready to advance their relationship. Now, if only Kate would cooperate. Seduction crossed her mind, but another idea popped into her thoughts.  

Slowly she approached the tall woman, and slid her arms around the strong neck. "Sheriff, could I interest you in a hot bath?" She offered hopefully. 

Carling dared to glance up. Her fledgling confidence was stirred by the flame in Kate’s’ gaze. "I would very much like to feel the silky softness between us," she whispered unevenly. 

She barely had time to note the sharp way she inhaled before Kate bent and kissed her with unexpected vigor. Carlings heart sang and she locked her arms around her neck.

Kate lifted her head too quickly and her voice throbbed low against her awakened lips. Her bright blue gaze brought the shorter woman’s very blood to a boil and Carling was euphoric that her offer seemed to have been accepted. 

"Are you certain of this Carling?" Kate murmured. 

"I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life, Kate."  

She was surrendering to the allure of a handsome woman, it was true, and it might well lead to an echo from another lifetime. A happy fate she was sure. Carling’s revelation swept over her--her destiny was before her once again. When Kate kissed her with such abandon, she could think of nothing but the promise of her touch. If this was the most gloriously misbegotten error of all her days, then so be it. Somehow, deep within the recesses of her soul, she knew that being with Kate was not a mistake. 

Kate did not need Carling to issue such an invitation twice. In fact, so elated was she by her offer that she meant to leave the lady no time to change her mind. She could not reach the upstairs bath quickly enough. 

The tall woman swept her into her arms and strode toward the stairs before Carling could summon a word to her lips.  

Carling flushed slightly, her eyes sparkling as she looked up at Kate, but she did not request the dark woman to stop. That she should be so receptive to Kate’s touch was amazing, but not unexpected. To be sure, there were too many feelings bubbling up from within her that she was sure it was connected to times gone by that she could not explain. She knew it was more than just an evening in bed. They were offering themselves to each other.

Kate set Carling down on the foot of her bed. She watched as Carling’s swallowed and opened her mouth as if to protest. Kate gave her no such chance. She kissed the ruby ripeness of her lips with a tenderness aimed to reassure her. 

Slowly Kate’s long slender fingers started their caress, vulnerable with an uncertainty the tall woman could not explain. Carling sensed Kate’s momentary insecurity and smiled warmly as she slid her fingers through the older woman’s short hair and brushed the bangs gently from her eyes. Kate instantly relaxed. Her hesitation was short-lived. Carling was so soft against her, so demanding in her own savored combination of softness and strength. 

Indeed, there could not be a woman like Carling anywhere. Kate was about to taste the fire she felt radiating from the smaller woman. This was a lady Kate was proud to make her own, and in return, to surrender her heart in exchange for a life full of love and desire. 

Reluctantly, Kate lifted her lips from Carlings’, enjoying the way she looked, slightly disheveled in the wake of her kisses. Carling’s cheeks were flushed and her eyes bright, combined with her smile to make her look younger and almost fragile. It was a side of her few had the grace to see and one that Kate would treasure as time between them passed. 

Kate started to slowly release the tiny pearl buttons on the silk blouse Carling had worn that day to work. 

Carling noticed the fumbling fingers, but could see the idea had an appeal. "I can do that more quickly." 

"I want to take my time. I want to relish this moment and remember it forever. Okay?" She countered quietly, letting her fingers mold to the curve of the young woman’s breast. "I would like to take the clothes from your flesh with my own hand. I want to bath you slowly from head to toe, just so I can learn every part of your body, Sweetheart." 

Carling felt her knees become weak at the proclamation. 

‘Do not move," she advised, ignoring the demanding ache in her own loins. She wasn’t going to rush this. When Carling had suggested a bath, Kate’s mind painted a tapestry of lovemaking. This could be no petty bathing, but a lovemaking that would tempt every possible nuance of response from the younger woman’s flesh. She would make this evening fulfill every fantasy Carling had ever possessed. 

"I would not dream of it," the smaller woman whispered throatily. 

Kate crossed the room hastily and threw open the bathroom door. "One hot bubble bath coming up!" She chortled. She hastily turned on the taps, and poured generously from two bottles into the rising water.

Kate reentered the bedroom to meet Carling’s gaze and could not keep from trembling at the sight of the captivating young woman. The petite blonde had not moved from the spot at the foot of the bed. A shy smile covered the lovely face. 

Kate was drawn back to the foot of the bed as steadily as a fish might on a lure. She sat on the edge of the broad mattress and captured Carling’s hand securely with her own, feeling a tremble in her grasp. She gently pulled the petite figure down to her lap. An uncertainty lurked within her that she wanted to banish beyond all else. ‘Accept this gift Kate… stop allowing your skepticism and hesitation to cause you to question this! Can’t you feel deep within your soul that this is right, regardless of the doubts that keep surfacing? YES! I can. It does. Then stop this doubt right now, Mary Kate’ she shuddered at the thought, but firmly grasped the outcome with decisiveness. 

"I like that you are not afraid to show your desire," she murmured, and Carling stared up at her. "It feeds my own, as nothing else could." She looked deeply into her eyes, willing Carling to believe her, a confession she might have once found difficult to make falling readily from hers lips before the young blonde. "I like that there is honesty between us, in this."  

Carling’s broadening smile lit all the secret places of Kate’s heart.  

"As do I," she whispered. Her hand landed on her chest, the slender fingers pressing lightly against the stoic woman’s right breast. 

Kate captured them within her grip and pulled her yet closer. "I want this to be good between us," she added unevenly, as though she was not certain it could or would be. Carling quickly dismissed the doubts.  

"It will be," Carling said with heartfelt conviction.  

"We shall make it be so, I promise you." Kate gave her word. 

Her smile turned impish. "Kate, you do not need to promise anything to me. I trust you to do as you say." She held the dark woman’s gaze with her usual unsettling directness. 

The words buoyed Kate as nothing else could have done. This wonderful lady trusted her! "It is my way to give my word when something is of importance to me," she explained quietly, hers fingertips brushing several strands of blonde hair away from Carling’s cheek. The porcelain milk skin was so very soft as her fingers gently swiped the hair. "Does that trouble you, Sweetheart?" 

"No." Carling shook her head, the heat in her gaze making Kate’s’ lower stomach tighter by the moment. "I like very much that you are true to your word. It shows your honor."  

Kate could have willingly drowned in the sea green pools of her eyes.  

"Hmmm. How much water do we need for a bath, Darling?" 

Kate muttered a curse, the back of her neck heating when Carling laughed at her as she quickly stood up and placed the petite woman on the bed. "Don’t move," she said and stalked back into the bath once more. 

The merry sound of her laughter filled the two rooms as brightly as the sunlight did during the day. Kate turned and wagged a scolding finger at the reddish-blonde waiting patiently on the bed. "Don’t move, I said." 

Carling made no attempt to hide her delighted grin, but teased, "You need to hurry up with that bath, Honey. Or I just may have to take certain matters into my own hands." The young blonde let her escape with nothing, and Kate liked her cleverness well. 

"We shall have the bath, my sweet," Kate declared, and disappeared quickly into the bath, and returned just as quickly. 

"And time enough it took," Carling acknowledged gruffly, yet, in a teasing manner.

Her words precipitated a decidedly unladylike guffaw from the tall woman. Then conspiratorial grins were exchanged as the steaming water filtered into the bedroom. 

The specter of the unknown Lois rose at this most inconvenient moment. Carling hated the reminder that another woman had touched Kate before her. No, it was not that, but it was the fact that Kate had loved Lois that rankled her. No, it was that she might still love Lois that lay at the root of her dissatisfaction. She looked at Kate walking towards her. Lois had undoubtedly seen her in such casual intimacy thousands of times. The very thought was sobering, the ghost Carling had fought to keep in the background forcing her way into the bedroom now, when she was least welcome. 

Carling wished with sudden fervor that she had had the opportunity to win this tall woman’s heart first. Because she knew Kate’s was the one she would treasure beyond all else. But was Kate’s heart grated and lost, buried forever with a woman who had died by the cruelty of a terrible illness? Had the two ever loved here in this bedroom? No! Kate had stated, Lois never saw the finished house. Then why was she suddenly so jealous of a former lover? Her jealousy made no sense. She did not even know the woman. Hadn’t she herself had other women? Hadn’t she played the field? Yes, it was true. But, she also had decided to wait for her sole desire and stop the senseless sexual escapades. ‘STOP THIS IMMEDIATELY!’ Her mind screamed. ‘She is with you now, and wants only you. Kate is yours. Accept that fate finally allowed you two to be together again.’  

"Have you changed your mind, Carling?" Kate asked, her voice void of emotion. The tall woman looked toward the floor and clenched and unclenched her hands, not knowing what to do with the tide of unruly emotion she had seen unleashed in the young blonde’s face. 

Carling sobered, though her gaze did not waver. "No," she said flatly, then rose to her feet to come to Kate’s side. The blonde looked up at her, even as her fingers landed on her arm.  

"I have not changed my mind, Kate. I only wish we had met years ago, and that you had been my first and only love." She advised softly. Carling could not evade the truth. Her heart was lost to this woman and likely always would be.  

"I wish you had been my first too, Carling, and I wish I had been your first. But, we both have our pasts. And it is just that, PAST!" Though Kate had kept her heart locked away for a long time, she was willing to hand it over to this young woman without any attachments, if she would accept it.  

"I will not mention this ever again," she pledged, fully meaning the words. Her fingertips rose to Kate’s face and desire rolled through Carling with new vigor.  

Kate could only hope that the petite woman before her would allow her to prove that trust and love, and perhaps, in time, they both could forget the past, and offer to the other all they had. Offer themselves completely. 

Carling met the blue-eyed gaze, and took the half step remaining between them. She reached purposefully for the buttons on her uniform shirt, but Kate evaded her grasp.

Kate returned to grasp the small buttons on the blouse once more and her fingers made short work of stripping the blouse loose. Ye gods, but this woman fired her blood! 

"You wear too many clothes for a bath!" Kate teased, bending quickly and removing the blouse from the small shoulders and allowed it to drop to the floor. Carling gasped, but did not move away. She seemed surprised at her quick action, and Kate took advantage of that rare state. She slid her hands around the neat indentation of Carling’s waist. Kate moved like a cat until she was behind the young woman and encircled her waist once more.

Kate was standing so close to her back, she could feel the warm breath on the side of her face, causing her to gasp as she felt the heat beginning to creep up her body. Carling leaned back into the firm body and turned her head to gaze up into Kate’s deep blue eyes. Reaching around the small waist, the concealed button at the top of Carlings slacks was quickly undone. Her long fingers slowly slid the zipper down as she admired the view of the lacy bra covering Carling’s firm breasts. Running her hands over Carling’s stomach and slowly up the small woman’s chest until her large hands settled on the bra. Carling’s nipples were bulging against the lacy material, as the long fingers seemed to magically caress the outline of the erect nipples. Kate was awed by what she saw and began nibbling on Carling’s exposed neck and ear. She smelled the sweet perfume of Carling’s skin and felt the heat from her flesh, the combination feeding Kate’s desire. 

When the bra hung loose, she could not resist sliding hands through the open sides of the lacey garment. Kate’s fingertips touched Carling’s rigid nipples and the soft warmth of her curved breasts filled her hands. Kate straightened slowly, looking into the lady’s eyes and let her hands gently cup her breasts. 

She gasped when the taut nipples came under the pressure of the long, slender fingers. In the same moment, Kate bent and captured Carling’s lips with her own.

Carling felt Kate’s heat even as her thumbs stroked her nipples. The young blonde slowly stretched to her toes, her strength curved into Kate’s chest in a most intoxicating manner.  

Kate kissed her deeply, their tongues tangling together in an elaborate kiss, and Carling, to her delight, did not draw away from the flame they kindled. 

Surely she was burning with the same desire that met hers. Kate wanted no less than overwhelming pleasure on this special night, not only for Carling but for herself as well. Nothing else would suffice. The younger woman fit perfectly into the curve of her body. Neither could deny the arousal, or the desire. If Carling did not want her, this would be her last chance to turn aside. But the young lady rolled her hips against her without hesitation. 

Although she knew Kate wanted to take her time and experience a sensual bathing together, she paused and looked up. Her fledgling confidence seared by the flame in Kate’s’ gaze. "Ohh, Goodness… Kate, please," she moaned. "I can’t wait any longer." 

She exhaled sharply as Kate bent and kissed her with such energy, Carling thought her heart would burst. She locked her arms around her neck once more, and returned the kiss. 

"Always, your desire is my command, my lovely." The tall woman murmured. Before Carling could summon a word to her lips, Kate swept her into hers arms and strode toward the bath. 

She was yielding to the allure of this handsome woman, it was true, and that might well lead to an echo of her deep recessed knowledge of their past experience together…even if it was eons ago. Carling did not care. When Kate kissed her with such abandon, she could think of nothing but the promise of her renewed touch. If this was the most gloriously undertaking of all her days, Carling would never regret it. In this moment, perhaps for the remainder of her existence, reuniting with Kate was the most important thing in her life. 

Carling flushed slightly, her eyes sparkling as she looked up at Kate’s, but she did not request that she stop. That she should be so receptive to her touch was somewhat unexpected, but exciting beyond belief. To be sure, this bathing her idea had appeal…a deep arousing appeal. No one had ever offered to bath her before. Her pulse raced through her body with anticipation. 

"I can remove the panties more quickly alone."

"I told you, Sweetheart, speed is not at issue," Kate countered quietly letting her fingers mold to the curve of Carlings’ full breast "I will take the sponge to every inch of you. The bath will be slow and lingering so that I don’t miss any spot. Once that is finished, I will wash your hair slowly, rubbing my fingers through each strand." 

"Ohhh!" Carling whimpered. 

Kate watched as Carling swallowed once more. She opened her mouth as though she would speak again, but Kate granted no such opportunity. She kissed the ruby ripeness of her lips with a tenderness aimed to reassure her. 

Her caress was gentle, but certain. Kate realized the smaller woman was feeling it as deeply as she was. Kate slowly lowered her panties, leaving a trail of soft kisses behind and then retracing her path as she rose back up.  Carling swayed, her knees almost buckled, but Kate swiftly pulled the younger woman into her arms.  Indeed, there could not be a woman like Carling anywhere… and she was hers.

Reluctantly, Kate lifted hers lips from Carling’s, enjoying the way she looked, slightly disheveled in the wake of her kisses. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes bright… that, combining with her smile to make her look younger than she was, and so very open and anxious. It was a side of her few had the grace to see and one that Kate would treasure always. 

This would be the consummation of their union after all, and the first time she and Carling would touch this intimately. This would be a night that would linger in their memories for a long while, if not forever. Kate would make it as leisurely and sweet as she could with the woman before her. Carling deserved no less.  

The fire Kate kindled beneath her very flesh was a sensation unfamiliar to Carling, but still she recognized this deep flame from someplace in her ancient past. She closed her hand over Kate’s breast. When the tall woman drew away from her, she caught her breath, her green eyes blazing. "This is not going to be one sided, Kate. It isn’t fair." 

She worked her uniform shirt buttons loose and Kate aided her by removing the shirt and tossing it off to the side. Carling’s hand fell immediately to her leather belt holding up her trousers, with a purposefulness born of the familiarity of this task. The smaller woman snickered beneath her breath, filled with anticipation of Kate’s body. Finally, Kate stood before her in matching cream bra and panties.  

Kate caught her efficient fingers with her own. Carling looked to her in surprise, but Kate merely planted a kiss in each of her palms. "There is no rush, Sweetheart," she charged softly, and uncertainty claimed Carlings’ lips once more. 

She was unfamiliar with the proposed bath ritual, but it seemed Kate wanted to do this her way, and did not want to join her immediately in the tub, or completely disrobe. Carling did not know how to proceed. And Kate’s kisses really distracted her from what she knew she wanted to do…. Rip Kate’s clothes off and have her on the rug on the bathroom floor. She had to fight every urge racing through her. It would not be easy to simply relax and enjoy the ministrations planned for her.  

However, to change Kate’s endeavors would have been grievously wrong. While Carling fretted, Kate discarded her uniform socks and tossed them over her head. The young blonde moaned a deep guttural growl. The tall woman slowly unfastened the front clasps of her bra. Bit by bit, she lowered the straps down her shoulder and holding her arm straight out from her body with the garment held between two fingers, she leisurely dropped the bra to the floor. Carling thought her body would explode as the full breasts of the taller woman escaped their confinement. Carling thought she would come on the spot when Kate slid her panties down to her knees and stopped momentarily, then wiggled her knees once and the panties dropped to the floor exposing the dark center of the tall woman. Carling could barely swallow, and stood with her mouth open. Her hands clinched into fists with an impatience she guessed Kate could not see. Could this woman possibly know what she was doing to her? Did she know the desire that swept her body? She couldn’t stand it anymore and started to move her hand toward Kate’s breasts, when the larger one again caught it. 

"Not so fast, my dear. This is your bath Carling, and you are not to do any touching…just yet… She deliberately surveyed the beautifully shaped body before her. 

Carling was suddenly aware of her own nudity. She staid her bands and knew her cheeks burned when she met the blue analytical gaze.  

Heaven knew she was not oblivious to the shapely form before her, as the heat continued up her body. "Carling, There is pretty. There is beautiful, and then, there is you. You are absolutely exquisite. " Kate approved softly.  

Carling felt her self-conscious flushes deepen: "I am not as beautiful as you are, Kate. Not by any stretch of anyone’s imagination. Remember what I said, inside and out." She whispered. Her gaze fixed upon the tall nude figure before her. "Kate, I can’t stand much more. Please, get into the bath with me… NOW!" 

Kate lifted her chin so that she was forced to look into her piercing blue eyes. A compelling sincerity gleamed there, and once the glittering green orbs met the blues, she could not turn away. 

"My sweet, is the thought of my bathing you so displeasing you would refuse me the pleasure?" 

Carling swallowed as she stared up at her, knowing she could not lie. The very thought of those strong hands sliding over her bare flesh was enough to make her knees weaken. The young blonde remembered they had pledged to have honesty between them. 

She shook her head, unable to give further voice to any objections. A slow smile curved Kate’ lips. Despite the sheer energy and need that raced through her body, Carling’s hands trembled as she reluctantly lifted them from Kate’s. 

Kate looked upon her nudity in silence--silence that filled the room with eagerness and anticipation. 

Carling studied the steaming bath. Oh, this bold proposition of Kate’s had indeed been the most thoughtful that had ever been proposed to her. Could she just stand here and accept the gesture, and keep her hands to herself? By all that is holy, she certainly was going to try.  

"Kate," Carling murmured, her low voice catching at her heart. "I’m yours. Do with me as you will." The glow of admiration in the young blonde’s eyes met the blue gaze and held. 

Kate stepped forward with uncharacteristic hesitancy. She tentatively lifted a single finger to Carling’s chin. Gaining confidence she let the heat of her hands caress her hair. Her fingers worked methodically, releasing the blonde French braid.  

Carling closed her eyes at the sight of her bare breasts so close to her lips. She inhaled deeply of her scent. She felt herself tremble as she had never before in such a moment of intimacy. 

The pins scattered about her feet and she shook her head to free the mass about her shoulders. Kate gently pulled the strands forward, and the honey-blonde tresses brushed her already erect nipples, sending a charge through the small, shapely body.  

Kate cupped her face in her hand and smiled down at her. "You are a beauty, indeed, lady of mine," she declared softly. "Never imagine otherwise." Carling blinked astonishment, as Kate bent to close hers lips over her own once more. 

Though Carling knew she flattered her, she could not deny her touch. She wanted her, she loved her, and knowing she wanted her…however enduring that desire might prove to be…was a call she could not and would not ignore. 

Before Carling could say a word, Kate scooped her up and slowly lowed her into the bath. Carling gasped at the shock of her momentum as water closed over her.  

Kate leaned over the tub side and watched the blonde’s eyebrows rose at her in a mimicry of a tantrum. 

"Not yet," she scolded with mock severity. Carling splashed the water playfully in the tan face. 

"Coward!" Carling charge, and Kate chuckled at her playful antics. "You see me naked but will not join me…"  

The tall woman grinned like a young girl and cast her chin downward as she propped her bare arms along the tub top, the soap dangling from her fingertips. 

"Better?" she breathed. Her hands slid slowly across the submerged bare chest.

Carling closed her eyes momentarily; Kate’s touch over her bare skin was overwhelming. A slow grin turned the corners of her mouth as she imagined the gorgeous woman kneeling beside the tub. 

Kate’s dark hair was tousled as Carling had never seen it before, her smile disarmingly confident. Her bright gaze missed none of her perusal, she knew. A perfectionist was making love to her.  

Kate leaned closer and her breath fanned the small ear. "What do you think so far, lady of mine?" 

"I think you are as vain as ever a woman was," Carling throttled, feeling decidedly perky by her own utterances, "NO doubt you think no further than your own satisfaction this night," she charged, knowing the accusation was not true, but hoped to entice Kate into the tub with her. 

"Oh, no," Kate murmured. "I mean to see fully to your own pleasure first," 

‘My own pleasure?’ Carling jumped as the wet heat of Kate’s tongue leisurely outlined the curve of her ear. She might have pulled away from the unfamiliar but delightful sensation, but Kate’s arm had slid across her back. Kate’s large hands locked on her shoulder, lifting and turning Carling gently against her bare chest, their nipples firmly pressed together.  

If she could not have Kate in the tub with her, she rationalized she might as well enjoy this interlude while it lasted. That was an excuse and Carling knew it well, but she did not care. But, oh, there was much to be enjoyed!  

She stretched her neck back as Kate nibbled a lot of infinitely small kisses along her jaw-line. She paused at the corner of her lips, hers own mouth but a finger’s breadth away, and Carling felt her head turn that increment toward the tan face. Their kiss was gentle and languid at first as though Kate would coax a wholehearted response from Carling. Surely the tall-dedicated bather did not imagine that she did not desire her? Carling knew how to dismiss that thought. She raised her hand from the heat of the bathwater and let it trail up the long arm. She traced the outline of her shoulder with her fingertips, before grasping her neck. Then abruptly she pulled Kate closer demanding more of the dark woman’s deep kisses.

Kate hauled her more tightly against her bosom with a vigor that made her heart lurch in anticipation. Kate’s mouth slanted purposefully over hers, and Carling’s blood boiled as her tongue tangled once more with her own. 

Carling closed her eyes with a sigh and leaned back in Kate’s embrace. Her arm gripped her shoulders like a safe harbor sheltering a ship in a storm; her other hand cupped her face with a tenderness unexpected. Kate’s thumb slid along her jaw in a caress that could melt Carling, and the young woman forgot whatever she was supposed to do next, except to let, the tall woman do whatever she wanted to do. 

Kate’s fingertips slid down the length of her throat. The soap traced a path across her skin in a smooth caress that made each increment of flesh it passed resonate in its wake. Kate’s other hand lifted from her shoulder, her fingers spearing demandingly into her hair. And the errant hand slid beneath the surface of the bathwater. 

Carling arched backward, unable to contain herself when the long fingertips curved possessively over her breast. The recurring build up of lather with the soap made her ministrations all the more gently seductive.  

Kate swallowed Carling’s gasp as her thumb and finger kneaded her nipple to an aching point. The young blonde was powerless against this sensuous assault, so far beyond anything she had experienced before. Kate’s hand slid lower and she thought she would faint at the power of her desire. She abandoned the soap and it bobbed to the surface with a little splash.  

But Carling was aware only of the downward spiral of those long exploring fingers. Kate traced the curve of the underside of her breast; she caressed the silhouette of each rib; she encircled her navel, and then tickled inside it. Kate’s fingers played and her hand flattened against the soft curve of her belly. 

Carling gasped at the sensations flying through her body. However, Kate granted her no time to think, much less react. Her fingers slid through the nest of curls at the apex of her thighs and slipped into the sensitive flesh hidden beyond. That secret part of her throbbed with desire as Carling sat in the tub. Pushing her lips from the tall woman’s, "Kate," she gasped, certain she would come immediately. 

"Relax, Carling. Let go," Kate crooned softly with graceful suppleness. "I will be gentle, and I promise you will reach the highest pinnacle," Kate murmured soothingly.  

Carling could hardly argue with that, for the weight of her hand, even where it rested now, was far from unpleasant… Her eagerness caused her lips to tremble. 

"I have never felt so aroused, Kate," she said uncertainly. "I feel so selfish."

"Just relax. Don’t think selfishness. Only think what you are feeling. You have nothing to do, but enjoy." 

Carling opened her eyes and frowned, for that made no sense at all, and reached for her bather. "Let me touch you too," she suggested, feeling that familiar ground would be welcome despite the temptation of this woman’s arousing touch. 

"Nah," Kate said with quiet resolve "Your pleasure must come first." 

"But…" 

"But nothing," she chided, silencing her argument with a quick kiss. Kate brushed the tip of her nose against her own one and smiled that half smile that so disarmed Carling. "Trust me," she urged quietly. "You will not regret this." 

Carling’s resistance melted before this charm. She argued no more and did not protest when the full lips lowered to hers again. For the first time since they had crossed this threshold, Carling ceased to fight her intuitive response. She welcomed the beat of Kate’s thrumming fingers and trustingly parted her thighs for the gentle caresses. 

She was rewarded by a surge of sensation that shook her to her core. The secret spot between her thighs hummed as a busy bee on a summer’s afternoon, and Kate expertly cajoled it to yet greater heights. Carling moaned, but the tall woman did not halt her caress, her fingers coaxing and teasing as she writhed in response. Her kiss stole her very breath away and she felt as if she floated in the warm water on a tide of sensation. The grip of Kate’s hand upon her nape was the only fixture in Carling’s world. 

The desire that had coursed within her veins ever since the first morning they had met rose to a crescendo. Her very flesh heated and she trembled in anticipation of something she could not name. She clutched at Kate’s hair, she gripped her broad shoulders; she twisted and squirmed. The heat rose increment by increment, each moment taking it yet further beyond what Carling thought she could endure. She ached for something, felt a void deep within her and wanted only to have Kate fill her with her long fingers and her strength. Kate sensed what Carling needed and entered her, pushing her over the edge. That finger thrust made everything within her explode in a sea of brilliant light. Carling cried out, "Kaateeeee," and felt herself storm ever higher as the tumult of her release swept through her, and left her trembling in its wake.  

Kate kissed her brows as she slipped limply into the bathwater, yet the hollow ache within Carling still not completely satisfied. The small hand reached up to cup her in turn, the soapy water dripping from her fingertips. Her need demanded more, though, and she reached up to cup her breast in turn, the soapy water dripping from her fingertips. 

"I want you. I want to make love with you," Carling whispered hoarsely, not caring if Kate wanted her to reciprocate now or not. "I want you now, Kate."  

Kate’s striking blue eyes blazed into hers for a timeless moment. Kate brushed the suds aside. "Your wish is my command," she muttered, and marveled that this young woman had such an effect upon her. Her tall body was halfway over the tub rim already, and was tugged the rest of the way by eager, small hands. Both chuckled as the water sloshed over the sides of the special built, oversize tub.

Carling pressed herself against her lover and kissed her with a fervor she had not known she possessed, rolling her hips against the tall woman’s strength as her own need rose once more. Kate groaned and her grip tightened upon her, but Carling in turn granted her no escape from the primal power of their lovemaking. She wanted to have this woman. She wanted to love her. She wanted to satisfy the flooding desire she knew was there. Before Kate knew what was happening, the tall woman found Carling skillfully turning the tables with an eager grin and straddling her lap like a mountain lion ready to pounce. 

Carling watched a flush rise across the tall woman’s flesh. The sight of her desire burning in her eyes and the strength of her seemed to surrender as Carlings hand pressed her to the back of the oversized tub. Kate yielding fed her own hunger yet again.

Insatiable, Carling strained, kissing her demandingly, clutching at her hair, and sending their passion escalating madly. Quickly, she kissed her way down the well-proportioned body, stopping to feed on aroused brown nipples. The assault continued until Kate’s moaning turned to pleading whimpers. "Pleassse, Carling!"

Kate spread her legs, making room for her lover’s body and touch. Carling nibbled one nipple then the other before she continued her jaunt down her lover’s long body until her lips found her quest. Kate raised her hips slightly out of the water. Her lover’s tongue flicked back and forth over the sides before she slid, wet and squirming into Kate’s damp core. The dark-haired woman’s desire was warm and slightly salty. Carling eased her hand into place and slowly one finger was joined by the second. The younger woman knew she was about to reach her own pinnacle, but held off until she felt her sole desire rising in momentum to meet hers. 

Kate gripped the sides of the tub. Her eyes glowed. "Carling," she murmured, her name a caress falling from her lips. "You are my sole desire." 

Suddenly Kate released her hold on the sides of the tub and clenched the blonde head tightly. Then she tipped back her head and bellowed Carling’s name several times. The heat of her climax raged and burst forth, even as the smaller woman’s own flooded her veins with new vigor. Both women strained together, arching for the sky, then plummeted from the heights they had won.  

After regaining some strength, the spent younger woman kissed her way back up her lover’s body. 

"Carling," Kate whispered against her temple, her voice ragged. 

Carling closed her eyes and lay exhausted on top of the larger woman. She could sleep for a week. "Never before, never like this," she managed a whisper, and she felt Kate smile against her hair. 

"But soon again," Kate assured her.  

Carling looked to the wonder below her, liking the crooked grin that curved her lips. The dark haired woman arched her brow. "Next time though, it will be in the bed, Sweetheart." 

Carling wanted to laugh, but instead she forced a sigh of mock contrition. "I suppose I could let you into my bed," she said, as though the concession was a trying one. She looped her arms around her neck and pursed her lips. "Perhaps once a month or so…."

Then there was no more time to marvel, for Kate quickly stood up with the smaller woman in her arms and stepped out of the tub. Carling threw her arms around Kate’s neck and squealed. She quivered against Kate as rivulets of water ran from her flesh to make a puddle upon the floor. It was as though she united with some pagan god, emerge and gilded, possessed of an immortal’s strength. Kate’s gaze drifted over her as though she marveled at her and Carling’s pulse accelerated anew. Carling locked her legs around her waist and twined her arms around Kate’s neck. 

"Perhaps twice a day, if not more often," Kate injected, eliciting a ragged breath from the tan throat. 

Carling laughed. "We shall never get anything done!" 

Her blue gaze turned hazy with intent. "Tell me anything more worth doing." 

Carling tapped her chin as though she had to consider the matter seriously. "Well, there is always some reports to be written, and then there are tests to be run," she mused, whooping in surprise when Kate reached under her buttocks, and pushed her over her shoulder and made for the bed. 

"Teasing wench!" she charged in a playful growl, crossed the room with long strides and tossed her onto the king size bed, following suit before she even bounced twice. Her large hands were on her, tickling mercilessly so that the small woman wiggled and begged aloud. Her pleading didn’t work, and the tickling continued. Carling dove beneath the coverlet still begging, and loved how close the taller woman was behind her. 

"I shall make you forget any tests, or reports!" Kate’s arm quickly reached around the small waist as she hauled her against her naked body. 

"Will you, now?" Carling looked over her shoulder to a purposeful gleam in her lover’s eyes. ‘Lover.’ Carling’s lips quivered at the thought. 

"Come here, my sweet, and I shall show you what this bed is for," Kate teased threateningly. 

Carling snuggled against her in anticipation. Indeed, she could hardly wait. 

There was such need in her and such passion as she feasted on Carling’s lips. Kate plundered her mouth, tasting, devouring, like a woman who’d been starved. Her tongue tangled with hers, teasing, tempting. The hands at her shoulders were trembling as she dragged her fully against her bare chest once more. While her mouth savored the taste of her, her hands began a frantic exploration, moving along her back, sliding up her sides until they encountered the swell of her breasts. Her clever, work-roughened thumbs found her taut nipples already hard, and began stroking until she thought she’d go mad. 

Carling pushed against her and lifted her head, taking in a deep draught of air. 

Kate pulled her close, nibbled her throat. "Having second thoughts?" 

"Not on your life." The words came out in a sigh as she arched her neck to give her easier access. "I just need a moment to catch my breath." 

Instead of giving her what she sought, Kate dipped her head lower… until her mouth found her breast, further robbing her of breath.  

Ignoring her own desires, she began to nibble and suckle until Carling moaned and caught her face between her hands. "Do you know what you’re doing to me?" 

She grinned, sending her heart spiraling out of control. "I hope it’s the same thing you’ve been doing to me since the day we met, my lovely Carling Marie." She kissed her again with such passion she drove her backward until she was pressed tightly against the oversized pillows. 

Her small hands were locked in the dark hair. Almost savagely she pulled her head back while she rained kisses along her cheek, to her lobe, which she took between her teeth, nipping lightly. She gave a yelp of pleasure and surprise. "Kate. Wait. There will be sharing this time." 

The dark woman growled against her cheek, "I hope you didn’t think loving me would be all neat and tidy."  

Her hot breath tickled her ear. But it was her words that had her shivering. "I’m not interested in neat and tidy, Mary Kate, just sharing. I’ll take your love wherever you offer it. Whenever you offer it. But I’ll demand the same of you. Love me as I am. Where I am. And let me do the same." 

"Oh Carling. I will." She sighed. Swallowed. "I do." Her lips covered hers in a kiss so hot, so hungry; she had no choice but to answer in kind. But even as they struggled to fill each other, the hunger between them grew. 

The wrinkled, twisted covers dug into her back, but she was too drunk with her kisses to notice. Kate brought her mouth to her throat, and then swore in frustration. She heard the covers being pulled hastily away, felt the coolness of air against her skin, and was stunned to see her lover’s stare drifting down her body. Then her big hands reached for the full breasts and cupped them gently.  

The look in this dark woman’s eyes had her throat going dry. 

"God in heaven, Carling. You’re even lovelier than I’d dreamed."

Then there was no need for words. Her hands, her mouth, told Carling all that she needed to know. Kate was a thirsty woman, drinking her fill, a desperate woman, clinging to her as though to life itself. 

Carling desired to see her, feel her, in the same way. Nerves made her fingers tremble as she reached for the flesh at her waist. Slowly the smaller hands lowered from the waist, feeling every inch of the larger body as her hands reached their destination and she closed her hands over the full buttocks.  

When Carling drew her close and began to press kisses along her shoulder, across her throat, her legs were trembling so violently she feared they would fail her, but she spread them wider nonetheless. Sensing Kate’s hesitancy, Carling caught her hand and drew it down between them, placing it firmly over her patch. Then found her fingers searching for her new lovers core with the same urgent need. The need to take was almost overpowering. But for Kate’s sake, she would force himself to move slowly as her fingers found her entrance, and began their dance of love. 

Kate’s touch gentled, as did her kisses. With her free hand, her fingertips explored Carling’s face, her throat, the sensitive hollow between her neck and shoulder. With each touch, each taste, she felt her body grow more tense, her breathing grow more shallow. 

As her blood heated and her body pulsed, Kate felt her inhibitions begin to slip away. She had feared that she would feel shy and uncomfortable with Carling making love with her. But with the blonde, she felt no shyness, no inhibitions and no doubts. With her she felt bold and free, free to be herself. Free to touch her and enjoy as Carling touched her. Free to love Carling in every way, and allow herself to be loved in the same manner in return.  

She savored this gentler side of her lovemaking. Steeped in pleasure, she sighed with contentment as she kissed and caressed. The pleasant sensations curling deep inside her lulled her into believing that passion, at least her own passion, was a quiet whisper. Quickly she flipped the taller woman, who looked pleasantly surprised.  

Carling’s lips trailed her throat, then dipped lower to her breast. Without warning, a demon seemed to spring to life within her. The pleasant sensations were suddenly writhing and twisting, demanding to be set free. The quiet whisper became a roaring of blood throbbing inside her temples. Kate sensed the change in her and thrilled to it. Here was more than mere pleasure--more even than passion. This was need, raw, and demanding; need that had long slumbered within her, awaiting the right touch to awaken it. She could read it in her eyes, taste it on her lips. Hot. Wild. Pulsing. Kate’s body quivered as the release came, but the onslaught continued, and the first release was followed by the second. Knowing she could stand no more for now, Kate’s fingers tangled in the long hair tightened as she drew her head back to her lips and covered her mouth in a savage kiss. 

"Even I felt that, Kate. That was so intense." She lay on top of the taller woman, and could still feel the trembling subside slowly. "The most powerful and moving experience ever… You are one sensational lover, Sweetheart." 

"Even if I’m an older lover?" The dark haired woman asked.

"Kate haven’t you ever heard that older women make better lovers. It’s celebrated in song and folklore. Their life skills uplift shy youthful lovers past barriers of fear and inexperience. Unexcelled as nurturers and teachers, they bestow patience and understanding. They care." Carling nibbled Kate’s lips. 

"You," Kate returned the nibbling, "don’t need teaching and you don’t have a shy bone in your well experienced, patient, and fearless body." 

Their breathing slowed, but the fire within began to rekindle again. 

"Now," Kate whispered against her mouth, "I’ll show you all the other things I’ve dreamed of doing." 

She turned the smaller body over on the bed and quickly covered it with her own. With teeth and tongue and fingers she moved over the smaller body, touching, tasting, until Carling was unbearably aroused. Following her lead Carling brought her arms around her waist and buried her lips in her throat. She felt her muscles contract violently.  

With a new sense of power, Kate explored her as she had been explored, daring to touch, to taste, to entice. Her body was alive with need. She had planned to go slowly, to make this reciprocal ministration as easy, as gentle as possible. But now, with their passion fully unleashed, she had to call on every ounce of self-control to keep from losing herself. 

With exquisite tenderness she kissed her until they were both breathless. At her whispered sighs she lowered her head to her breast, nibbling, suckling, until she moaned and writhed and begged for release. Instead of giving her release, the taller woman moved to the other breast, feasting until Carling clutched at the bedding beneath her. The smaller woman made a sound that could have been a plea or a protest, and still she held back as she lowered her suckling to Carling’s naval, then settled on her center, driving her higher, then higher still. Kate was relentless as her suckling and tongue movement drew out every pleasure until it bordered on blissful delight.  

The cool air in the room whispered over them, but nothing could ease the thirst that parched their throats or the sheen that covered their flesh. 

Carling strained her hips upward against her, her body screaming for release as Kate moved back and forth on her center. Her whole world was now focused on this dark-haired woman.  

Kate’s clever fingers joined the tongue and enticing lips in their lovemaking arousal. Her demanding tongue swiped across the sensitive clitoris with skill and just the right pressure. Kate felt the young body stiffen as she reached the first crest. Kate gave her no time to recover as she moved over her again, this time even slower than before. As she entered her she felt an even deeper arousal. It only served to arouse both of them more when Carling wound her legs around the strong shoulders, needing to hold on to her as the storm began anew. 

She didn’t think it was possible to want more. But she did. She wanted all Kate could give. "Kate! Sweet heavens, Kate. Now! Please. Now!" 

Kate filled her with another finger, and knew, even as they began to climb together, that she had lost herself completely. Lost herself in the wonder of her. In the beauty of her… In the love of her… her sole desire.

"Mary Kate. God in heaven Kate." Her lover’s name escaped from Carling’s lips as she closed her hands in the short hair of the taller woman’s head moving just below her naval. She felt Kate’s mouth close over her center and experienced her throbbing desires race toward the very edge of the highest pinnacle of eruption the sensational storm within was causing. She was about to explode, and knew Kate was experiencing the same explosive charge. And then she was moving with her, racing, climbing. And as they reached the final shuddering release, she felt them soar through space and shatter high among the stars. 

They lay, still joined, unable, unwilling to move. Little by little they seemed to drift back, to settle, to find a calm after the storm. They lay there happy-- deliriously happy. 

"I’m strangling you." 

"Nah." She lifted a hand to Carling’s leg, raised her head, then kissed her way up the smaller body. Reaching the younger woman’s cheek, she kissed it gently, lowering her lips to the curved neck before she sank to the bed, partially covering the smaller body.  

She started to move away, but Carling reached over and captured her hip with her hand.  

"Stay." 

Carling reached up and caught her chin and she stilled.  

She stared up at the green eyes. "Okay." She purred. "We have all evening."

Carling caught her breath but certainly was not inclined to argue. Her hand locking around Kate’s neck, she turned to kiss her deeply. 

"You have but one thing upon your mind," she scolded, eyes dancing at the thought of that very same thing. 

"It is true," Kate conceded with a sigh. "As you say, I think beyond keeping any promise granted." 

"What promise?" 

"For you to reach the highest pinnacle and to show you the merit of a bed such as this," she retorted, permitting herself a wicked grin. 

Carling laughed and swatted her shoulder. "Incorrigible" she charged. "There will be enough time for that later." 

"Yes, my sweet, there will be time for a lot of things between us." They kissed again--a gentle, settling kiss. 

Raising up and placing her elbow on the bed and her head in her hand, Carling touched Kate’s chin with her spare hand and lifted it slightly. "You look..." she stared down the glittering blue eyes. "Stunning. You look stunning, and I can’t believe how you make me feel."

Kate managed a laugh. "I’d say stunned alright. I don’t know when I have ever felt this way before." 

"Umm. Me too. Kate, I love you." She uttered softly. 

Kate looked into the green eyes for a wordless moment, "And I love you, Carling." Her hand reached up and drew the blonde head to her for a long lingering kiss. Through the close proximity of their lips, Kate breathed out, "I love you with all my heart." 

They kissed again. Carling snuggled close into the shoulder of the taller woman, who reached down with her other hand and pulled the covers up over their body. Both were asleep before Kate’s hand rested the covers on the back of the smaller body. 

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Chapter 8 

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Kate couldn’t help but overhear her lover talking on the phone to her parents. When Carling’s voice started talking in a uniquely different tone, the dark headed woman looked over curiously towards her lover.  

The glowing blonde was grinning as she spoke into the phone. "Be a good girl, and don’t whine or bark all night. Daddy told me you chased Drake today, bad doggie, bad! You be good Shelby and don’t chase the swans. You hear me Shelby? Be good and I’ll get you a new chew toy. Okay?"

Kate was touched by Carling’s love for her pet. A lump slowly came to her throat as she thought of her faithful Collie that had passed away some six years before. ‘They should not be separated. I wonder if Carling would bring her dog back with her when she returns from Albany after she testifies? I’m sure I can convince her, and it would really be nice to have a dog around again. She seems to really love the lab. Yeah, I’ll have to talk to her about it’ Kate grinned as Carling continued to talk to her dog.  

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