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    Entropy

    Story written on January 15, 2012 by Spellbound.
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    “Oh *****.” “Jane really, it’s so uncouth to use such language. You have a much wider vocabulary than that.” Maura watched the other driver get out of his car, his arms flailing wildly. “Well sometimes; ‘oh no, you big poo poo head’ doesn’t quite cut it!” Jane quipped as she stepped from the car to

    “Oh *****.”

    “Jane really, it’s so uncouth to use such language. You have a much wider vocabulary than that.” Maura watched the other driver get out of his car, his arms flailing wildly. “Well sometimes; ‘oh no, you big poo poo head’ doesn’t quite cut it!” Jane quipped as she stepped from the car to speak with the other driver.

    For ten minutes Maura watched as Jane tried to calm the man. She could hear him shouting, threatening to call the police. Jane stormed back to the car, ripping the door open and gesturing for Maura to hand her something. “Pass me my ID.” It was clear the detective had had more than enough of this guy so Maura opened the glove box and pulled out the wallet within that contained Jane’s police issued identification. “I shoulda just shot him.” She complained as she slammed the door closed and marched back to man who was still shouting at anyone that would listen.

    Maura watched with fascination as Jane eventually calmed him down, her identification striking more than a chord of fear. He went back to his car and started searching for his documents. She watched Jane pace back and forth slowly, the gentle curve of her ***** down to firm and well-formed abs. Her tight fitting jeans that she had picked out for her on a shopping trip one afternoon clung in all the right places, giving Maura an excellent appreciation of Jane’s rear end. She smiled devilishly as she imagined how it would feel to caress Jane’s lithe body, tasting each delight and kissing every inch of her skin.

    “What are you grinning at?” Jane asked as she slid into the car.

    “Oh. I was just thinking.” Maura replied, hoping she sounded more innocent than she was feeling.

    Jane looked at her, one eyebrow raised in question. “Wanna share?” she teased.

    Maura laughed. “I’d love to, but I’m already late for my appointment.” She pointed to the clock and Jane sighed heavily. “Why did you rear end him anyway?” Maura asked, twisting in her seat to watch Jane. She had her thoughts, or rather hopes, on what had caused the brunettes lack of concentration.

    “You’re right. You’re late!” Jane flustered, flicking the turn signal and speeding past the lost driver before continuing on in silence.
     Next to her, Maura grinned. Maybe she wasn’t the only one after all.

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