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    Life: Altered 03.51 ~*~ Far Away From Here

    Life: Altered 03.51 ~*~ Far Away From Here

     

                “You can slow down any time now
    Detective.” 
    Sam
    yelled from the back of the motorcycle,
    holding onto
    Alex
    ‘s sculpted midriff.  She knew
    they were sculpted because she’d slipped a small deft hand under the
    detective’s shirt, feeling the rippling abs.

     

                Sam was getting a very huge thrill from
    slowly running her fingers up and down the detective’s stomach, with was a work
    of art to begin with. 
    Alex
    kept pushing back and forth on the seat,
    and
    Sam
    knew that the subtle teasing was getting
    to the steadfast detective.

     

                “You want to get there or not?”  Alex asked with a quick look back at the doctor, and she
    down shifted the powerful machine, powering onto the sidewalk, her lights
    flashing on the dark silver motorcycle. 
    Sam
    closed her eyes, but then they popped
    open again, to see a mass amount of EMT’s and ambulances rushing to the
    Marsters building.  Her grip tightened,
    and
    Alex
    took instant notice, slowing the machine
    down for a moment.

     

                “Hold up.  Alex pull over.  Oh
    you missed the newsstand, want to try again?” 
    Sam
    said in a sarcastic snort.”  How about that fire hydrant, want to aim for
    that?” 
    Sam
    asked and Alex tossed her a look that held both
    amusement and contempt,
    Sam
    ‘s med bag slung over one shoulder and hanging over
    her back.  Her short blonde hair tussled
    in the sexiest manner as she blinked her steely grey eyes.  She jumped from the bike before
    Alex
    had a chance to stop.  Her sneaker clad feet seemed to keep her light
    on her feet, floating in a way that
    Alex
    had never seen before.  Then she realized what it was, Sam was a total junkie…  For excitement.

     

                “Miguel!” 
    Sam
    yelled to an EMT she knew and Mig turned
    around, letting out a sigh of relief as he saw
    Dr. Sam Vance
    .

     

                “Doc, whatcha doing here?”  Sam just smiled and Mig laughed.  “We got 10 people trapped under some rubble,
    a small fire on the sixth floor and an elevator that is dropping floors every
    few minutes.”  Mig told her, as he
    coordinated the rescue efforts with his handy dandy radio.  Sam was the EMS/Medical liaison, so all the
    EMT’s knew her rather well, she had a reputation for making sure Doctors didn’t
    bag to much on the EMT service and visa versa. 

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    Comments

    1. I see a JR here not JM. Tina shouldn’t hate Bette so much,Better to be in an elevator with some one you know that one that didnt give a shit. Lets get to Quin. thanks bvh

    2. O.K stop the crazy shit JM, You WOULD NOT kill Quin, Would you? We’ll forgive the brief trip into insanity if you fix that, make it be a bad dream or something. Luv your story. :D

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