Dolphin bestiality.
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There was only the smallest trace of light peaking into the basement now that the door was closed. Trying to keep herself busy so that she would not focus on killing whoever had been behind all this, the detective looked for a lantern or lamp of some kind. It was not long before she found a few candles and matches.
Rachael placed the candles sporadically throughout the basement all the while ignoring her lover's mumbling. Whenever Gale was upset, she tended to mumble. She knew that. It was not the first time that she had heard her lover doing this. However, with the frustration of their fight earlier, Sarah's house being taken over by whoever was now ransacking the place and being trapped in this basement, it was just too much.
"You know, Gale," she said in frustration. "Sometimes, you drive me nuts!" Rachael looked across to the woman standing inside this dank basement with her. In the little light that the candles provided for them, she could just make out her lover's petite form. Her memory went back to that saying about things coming in small packages. Like dynamite, she thought with a mischievous smirk.
Her lover was a young woman, who never failed to make her believe that two Latin women engaging in a relationship was a dangerous endeavor, indeed. Two people with that much pride and that much fire just had to be an accident waiting to happen; right?
Gale stopped her scan of the basement and looked at her girlfriend with an arched brow. She ran her fingers through her dark shoulder-length brown hair. Her first response had been to yell out the first curse word that she could think of — whether that be in Spanish or English, she didn't care— but, she held strong against that urge.
"I feel the same way about you, too, mi corazón," Gale said in a silky voice that gave her lover chills. Rachael quirked her brow in response to the sweet disposition that threatened to make her teeth hurt. "Okay, smartass. You aren't helping the matter. How the hell are we supposed to get out of here?"
Gale exhaled a long breath of anger. "Like I'm supposed to just pull a solution out of thin air or something." "Why not pull it out of your ass like every other smartass comment that you've been pulling since we got trapped in here?" Rachael countered feeling mighty proud of herself for that one.
"Ray, if you weren't my girlfriend, I swear, I'd..." Gale raised her hands as though she might lock them around her lover's neck. "You don't have the guts," Rachael taunted with an arrogant smile. Gale howled behind clenched teeth before she finally gave in to a heartfelt laugh . "Damn, you give me a good reason to plead insanity at my trial for your murder," she chuckled.
"Hmpf, if you killed me, there would probably be a parade not a trial." Rachael's smile intensified as she felt the first of the tension beginning to subside. Their humor had always been a bit different than other people's tended to be but, it never failed to make them laugh.
Rachael was older than her lover, a fact which Gale reveled in reminding her girlfriend about whenever she needed a quick way to get back at her. Her tall body was envied by and lusted after by many which she knew. It would not be an exaggeration to say that she might have even prided herself upon it. She placed her hands on her curvaceous hips while looking around the dimly lit basement with concerned brown eyes.
"We're in trouble, you know," she announced rather calmly. There was no sense in trying to sugar-coat this. It was a little after ten when Brian tiptoed through the dark hotel room to the foot of his parents' bed. "Dad." Too soft. He cleared his throat and said, "Dad."
His mother stirred. "Huh?" "I'm going for a walk." "What?" "You said I could go for a walk around the French Quarter if I was packed and ready to go. I am." His mother said, "I don't think so. It isn't safe."
"You said I could." "Your father said you could. I say you can't." His father said, "For God's sake, it's a Monday morning, not Mardi Gras." His dad looked at him. "Be back by noon. I mean it." "I will!" He grabbed his wallet and headed for the door.