The couple shared snickers over dinner as they relived the events in the mall. Keefer had finally settled down and found the humor in the situation, although it was still all Sheridan's fault. If the construction worker hadn't come into the changing room in the first place, none of it would have happened.

Sheridan took the blame, chalking it up to just one of the many times she would be wrong. She didn't mind, though, if Keefer was going to let her off the hook this easily in the future, her life was going to be a piece of cake. Besides, she'd had a lot of fun getting into trouble.

When the two women finally arrived home, Sheridan mentioned that it might be a good idea if she opened the door and took the brunt of the boys' enthusiasm. Keefer agreed and stood back on the porch with the shopping bags, already grinning in anticipation of her lover being jumped.

Sheridan shushed Keefer and put her ear to the door, listening intently. "I don't hear anything," she whispered. "That can be a bad thing."

"What do you mean, bad thing?" Keefer asked, putting her ear to the door, as well.

"Trust me. Those two are never quiet, something's up," Sheridan whispered nervously. She put the key in the door and waited. Nothing happened. She opened the door slowly... still, nothing happened. She stuck her head in the door, gasped, closed the door quickly and gave Keefer a panicked look.

"What?" Keefer asked nervously.

"Keef... we don't know for sure it was the boys' fault... I mean, you could have been robbed or something."

Keefer's eyes widened in horror, then narrowed and she tried to push open the door.

"Now, now... Keef... don't get upset..."

The tall woman growled and shoved open the door. "Holy shit!" she gasped, dropping the shopping bags on the floor. "Holy goddamned shit!"

Sheridan ran inside ahead of her and blocked her path. "I'm sure Fifi had something to do with this."

"Fifi! Get in here!" Keefer ground out, her arms folded over her chest, foot tapping angrily.

Sheridan winced. "You guys better get in here, NOW!"

Toenails were heard in the kitchen, a snort was heard from the bathroom and Fifi came running obediently from the bedroom to sit down in front of her mommy.

Keefer pointed to the utter destruction that was once her couch. "What did you do?" she asked the dog sternly.

Fifi cocked her head to the side and raised and dropped each eyebrow independently of the other, all the while looking very innocent.

Sheridan suddenly felt bad for the dog and reached down to discretely remove a piece of fluff from Fifi's fur.

"Don't protect her Sher, she's guilty, too."

Zeus, remembering mommy's promise of a treat, loped slowly into the room and went directly to the shopping bags, sticking his fat head inside of one.

Sheridan snatched the bag away and held it up in the air. "Oh, no. No, no, no. Are you nuts?"

Pharaoh came in slowly, too, and sat on Sheridan's feet, looking up guiltily, asking for forgiveness.

"What am I going to do with you now?" Sheridan asked in frustration, pointing to the mess. "Keefer let you stay here so I didn't have to run back and forth like a maniac every morning and night and you destroy her living room!"

Keefer pursed her lips in thought. Sheridan had a point, But still....

"Bad! Both of you!" Sheridan stomped her foot and Pharaoh winced. "Oh no, don't play that game with me, you tore apart that couch..." she pointed again to the couch and Zeus put his head down, "now you can't come here anymore and that makes it much harder on me..."

And me! Keefer frowned.

Sheridan took a deep breath and glared at her dogs. "Thanks a lot, kids."

"I can get a new couch, Sher."

"Keef, you can't just let them get away with..."

"No, it's okay. Seriously. I've been thinking about the house lately and I really want a new couch."

Sheridan stared blankly at her calm lover as she stood there, completely surrounded by couch innards. "But still... I feel awful. They don't do this in my house!"

Keefer kicked a pile of stuffing and watched as it floated back down. She picked up a mangled cushion, showing it to Zeus who turned his head away in an attempt to ignore it. "Zeus, I'm not happy. That goes for you, too, Pharaoh." The large pit bull came over to Keefer and leaned into her legs. "You are both bad boys and I'm mad at you," she said with disappointment in her voice.

Sheridan watched in awe as her hyperactive pit bull climbed delicately up Keefer's legs and whined.

"Is that all you've got?" Keefer asked the dog.

Pharaoh rested his head on Keefer's hip and whimpered.

"Okay, well.... give me a kiss and I'll think about it," Keefer said, bending down to receive the sloppy kiss.

Sheridan's jaw fell further as Zeus inched his way towards Keefer, head down, and flopped over on his back in a display of submission.

"Why do I have a feeling that you may have instigated this whole thing?" Keefer asked the Rottweiller. He licked his lips and arched his back. "Okay, how about I let you both off the hook," Keefer said, reaching over to scratch the dog's exposed belly.

"You guys are such traitors!" Sheridan pouted.

Keefer flashed a sweet smile. "When you got it, you got it."

The blonde rolled her eyes.

Fifi looked incredulously at the scene then walked over and blinked demurely at Sheridan.

"You're not so innocent yourself, young lady, so don't you play coy with me."

The dog slinked over to her mommy and eyed Sheridan. When Keefer pet her head, the blonde couldİhave sworn she saw Fifi stick out her tongue at her.

Sparing one last look to the destruction, Sheridan sighed heavily. "Okay, the love fest is over. Who wants dinner?" she asked.

All three dogs ran to follow Sheridan into the kitchen. Keefer brought the bags into the bedroom and began to unpack them. She heard her lover yell and was startled by a loud crash and scattering sound. "Sher?" she asked, making her way towards the kitchen.

"It's all your fault," the blonde yelled back.

Keefer tried really hard not to laugh as she watched her lover crawling around on the floor, picking up pellets of dog food one at a time, while trying to keep the boys from eating it all. She quietly went and retrieved the broom, smacking Sheridan on the butt with it.

The blonde glared up at her lover, but once she saw the mirth clearly evident on Keefer's face, she chuckled. "Yeah, a broom would help." she said with a shake of her head.

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Sheridan flopped down on her belly and buried her face in the pillows. She lay bonelessly exhausted, silently mumbling obscenities regarding the dogs.

By the time Keefer entered the bedroom, freshly showered and wearing her new pink outfit, the construction worker was snoring loudly. Keefer sighed, "Well, I suppose we did have an agreement." She crawled into bed and stared at her sleeping lover. "If you hadn't felt so guilty and insisted that you clean up everything by yourself..." Keefer leaned over, placed a gentle kiss on Sheridan's shoulder and then pulled the covers up over it. Blue eyes traced the outline of Sheridan's body under the covers and closed as Keefer groaned. Why does she have to be so hot? The brunette sighed again and watched her lover's back rise and fall evenly as she slept. She raised an eyebrow and bit her bottom lip as she reached out and, with one finger,İmoved the blanket down a little bit. She drank in the smooth skin with her eyes, her mouth watering at the sight. Keefer held her breath as she pulled the covers away further, then more, slowly, until the construction worker was bared all the way to the backs of her thighs.

Keefer sat back against the headboard and studied the soft skin. Every curve was traced with her heavy blue gaze. The inspector did her job well as every inch of flesh was investigated, hungrily. Her belly tightened and she crossed her thighs, squeezing away the ache that had been there all day. Groaning, she traced the curve of Sheridan's ass cheek with her fingertip, dragging it lightly up the construction worker's muscled back until she reached her shoulder. Goosebumps broke out across Sheridan's body and Keefer shivered in sympathy. Oh, god... this is torture! Keefer quickly covered her lover and threw herself into her pillows. Great, now you're seriously horny again. Good going, Keef. The brunette sighed and poked Sheridan in the side, but the blonde slept on. "Fine," Keefer pouted and turned over to go to sleep.

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Sheridan woke suddenly in the middle of the night. She tried to sit up, but couldn't, due to the big pit bull sprawled across her belly. "Pharaoh, get up!" she whispered, wiggling her hips. The dog didn't budge. Neither did the one smushed up into her neck, breathing on her face. "Feeeeefs..." she groaned, "You're gonna give me a stiff neck again." The dog merely tasted something in her sleep and sighed. The blonde craned her neck to hunt for Zeus and snickered when she spotted him. He was spooning with her lover, his big fat head sharing the pillow, Keefer's long arm draped over his body. We need a bigger bed, she laughed to herself. Looking at her lover, all curled around her dog, Sheridan smiled happily. It takes a special kinda woman to love these guys, especially after last night. Sheridan briefly thought about the couch and winced. I lucked out big time, she thought with a contented sigh. She dislodged her arm from under Pharaoh and reached over, fishing around under the blanket until she found Keefer. She stroked her lover's back a while, enjoying the feel of the soft material as it moved under her hand. When that wasn't enough, she slipped her hand under the silk boxers and held Keefer's butt cheek. Before she knew it, she was again sound asleep.

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Keefer awoke to find that the warm body she had been snuggling was not the same body she had been dreaming about. She sat up and looked over at her lover, buried under dog and snickered. She patted the Rottweiller on the rump and pushed him towards the edge of the bed. Zeus rolled over and crawled out of the covers, stretching and yawning as soon as his feet hit the floor. He looked around to gather his bearings and started to walk over to Sheridan's side of the bed when Keefer stopped him.

"Let your mommy sleep, big guy, come with me and I'll feed you breakfast," Keefer said around a yawn.

Hearing the "b" word, Pharaoh's good ear perked up and he stood also, stretching on top of the bed and gingerly jumping over Sheridan to follow Keefer. Fifi strolled along casually, bringing up the rear. Keefer laughed silently and shook her head again, knowing her mornings would never be the same.

The brunette couldn't believe how fast the big dogs devoured their breakfast. They inhaled it immediately as Fifi and Keefer looked on in amazement. The smallest dog ran to her dish and stood guard. The boys also sloppily slurped up what seemed to be a gallon of water, then shook themselves dry, spraying both the disgusted looking Fifi and the stunned Keefer with the wet debris. The tall woman wiped herself off and made a sour face. Not only just her mornings, but her kitchen would never be the same, either. "I suppose you want to go for a walk now?"

Five ears stood at attention and Keefer giggled. "This is going to be fun," she mused. "Okay, I'm going to get dressed. Fifi, keep the boys in line, will you?" The small dog wagged her tail and sat on top of her food bowl.

Keefer stood by the side of the bed and watched her lover sleep. She had the urge to climb on top of Sheridan and just revel in the feel of the construction worker beneath her. She fought the need, though, giving Sheridan her peace to sleep in and enjoy her newly acquired days off. The blonde made a tiny noise as she rolled over onto her side, the blanket exposing her shoulders. Keefer stared at the relaxed muscles under the smooth skin and groaned. "We don't have any deals for today, Ms. Landers. You better be prepared for me when I get home," she warned the sleeping blonde.

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Sheridan stretched loudly and made spitting sounds as the fur stuck to her lips. She didn't have to open her eyes to know the culprit, but did anyway. "Feef, why must you always be on my head?" She asked, pushing the small dog away. Scanning the bed, she found Zeus on his back at the foot, and Pharaoh draped over Keefer's side. "Keef?" the blonde called out before another long stretch overtook her. "Keef?" she asked again and then looked at the clock. "Wow, ten-thirty! I slept until ten-thirty?" She got out of bed and did her morning necessities before coming back in with Keefer's pajama bottoms in one hand, a note in the other. "So, Keefer fed, watered and walked you guys, huh?" The blonde laughed to herself, imagining Keefer and the beasts, plus one. "The neighbors must be dying to know what that was all about," she snickered.

The construction worker sat down on the bed and held Keefer's silk boxers to her cheek, rubbing it a few times and purring. "Mmm. I can't believe I fell asleep." she mumbled, burying her face in the sexy material. "Oh?" she asked as she inhaled again. "Keefer..." she groaned, smelling the remnants of her lover's arousal, "why didn't you wake me up?"

Sheridan pouted a while before a thought popped into her head. "Ooo, did you touch yourself last night while I slept, Keefer?" Just the idea made Sheridan's nipples hard. "Oh, baby!" The blonde fell backwards onto the bed with the shorts on her face and began to daydream.

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Keefer left the ladies room with a tight-lipped expression that barely hid her amusement. That was her second trip to the bathroom to "freshen up" since she'd arrived at work. She couldn't stop daydreaming about Sheridan's naked back and in turn, had to go and wipe up the effect that her imagination was having on her body. Shaking her head and squaring her shoulders, she closed her office door behind her, determined to do work. "You're a professional. Stop acting like a horny teenager and get to work.

This determination worked for about an hour and Keefer actually managed to get lost in her work until her phone rang and her lover's voice broke her concentration.

"Hi, baby," Sheridan breathed sexily into the phone.

Keefer closed her eyes and pictured Sheridan's thighs. "Hello. Are you enjoying your day off so far?"

"Oh, yeah," the blonde purred.

Keefer's eyebrow went up. "What are you doing?"

"Lying on the bed, smelling your boxers."

Keefer blushed. "Sher, you are not!"

"Mmm... yes, I am."

"Oh god," Keefer hid her face in her hand.

"Did you have a nasty dream last night... cuz it smells sooo good."

"Sher!" Keefer whispered in embarrassment, her eyes popping open to look around the office as if someone could hear what her lover was saying.

"Well?" Sheridan asked.

"No, I went to sleep... like that."

"Mmm," Sheridan moaned. "Did you touch yourself?"

"No." Keefer squirmed in her chair.

"What were you thinking about? What made you so horny?"

"You, what else?"

"What was I doing?" Sheridan asked in a deep breathy tone.

Keefer closed her eyes again as her lover's voice shot a spark between her legs. "Believe it or not, you were sleeping."

"I was sleeping and you got so wet? Imagine if I was touching you then," Sheridan groaned.

Keefer groaned right back at the thought. She had wanted Sheridan to touch her for a day and half now.

"Oh, yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you... if I touched you."

"Sher... stop that," Keefer said quietly in a slightly shaky voice.

"Are you getting wet again?"

"Yes, and it's not nice what you're doing," the tall woman said with frustration.

"What's wrong, baby?"

"You know very well what's wrong, Sheridan."

"You're getting all hot and wet and I'm not there to touch you... lick it up?"

Keefer's legs opened and closed all by themselves and she stood up to make them stop. "Sheridan! Did you call just to make me crazy?"

"No, I want you to touch yourself."

"I can't do that!" Keefer looked around her office nervously. "Not here. Not now."

Sheridan groaned loudly. "Oh yeah, you just thought about it, though... are you that horny?"

Keefer closed her blinds and sat back down in the chair. "Baby... don't do this to me," she pled.

"Come on... please?" Sheridan begged in a breathy, seductive voice.

Keefer's belly clenched. "Don't use that voice, Sher..."

The blonde purposely lowered her tone. "Mmm... I wish I were there now. I'd crawl under your desk and just breathe between your legs."

"Sher..." Keefer groaned, closing her legs.

"Go on, Keef... lock your door... come on, baby..."

Keefer surprised herself by following Sheridan's orders, and leaned her back against the locked door. "No, Sheridan... I can't."

"I bet I can coax you... you haven't hung up the phone yet, so I know you want to."

Keefer blushed and scanned the room again.

"I bet I can make you so wet you can't help but touch yourself... pretending it's me... and my fingers, my mouth, my tongue," Sheridan groaned loudly.

Keefer's heart beat quicker at the words, and harder at the groan. "Are you touching yourself?" she asked, really hoping her lover would answer in the negative. She didn't need that image if she was going to be able to control herself.

"Oh yeah, just lying naked on the bed... legs spread wide... wishing you were here."

Keefer actually felt the wetness seep out of her. "God, baby... you are?" she asked in a tortured whisper, flopping back down in the chair.

"Mmm, hmm."

Keefer couldn't stop the image from forming and her hand fell into her lap, her heart pounding in her chest. "I can't..."

"Does that mean you almost did?"

"Maybe."

"Oh yes you can... just touch it... outside your pants."

Keefer swallowed hard and opened her legs a little more to allow her hand more room, but she didn't move it any further. She listened to Sheridan breathe into the phone and was convinced her lover was indeed touching herself. Keefer's sex clenched under her hand and she moaned pathetically, "You can't just call and do this to me..."

"You can hang up any time, baby," the blonde said in a deep, sexy purr. "Oh, Keef, you'd love how wet I am."

Keefer groaned and closed her thighs around her hand, the pressure easing some of the ache. "Sher..." she tried warning her lover, not sure if she wanted Sheridan to stop or not.

"Can you feel my mouth on your belly; my open lips dragging slowly against your skin as I slide lower?"

Keefer's fingers added pressure between her legs and she inhaled loudly at the exquisite relief. Her eyes flew open and she looked around nervously.

"You just touched yourself, didn't you... mmm... you can feel it then..."

The inspector closed her eyes again and nodded, then realized she had to speak. She licked her lips and replied quietly, "Yes."

Sheridan felt an incredible rush, knowing that Keefer was touching herself. "I bet if I were really on my knees under your desk, I'd smell you. God, you smell so good. I can't wait to taste you... you want me to taste you, don't you?"

"Uh huh..." Keefer shifted in her chair and started to move her fingers up and down the seam of her Chinos. She blushed as she did, not really believing she was doing this at work.

"Oh, Keef," Sheridan groaned, "I want to slide my tongue from the bottom to the top... I want to wrap my lips around your clit. Is that what you want?"

Keefer swallowed hard again and licked her dry lips nervously. "Yeah."

"Open your pants... touch it Keef... pretend its my mouth..." Sheridan coaxed, elated in the fact that she was entering new territory.

Keefer pulled open the button on her pants and lowered the zipper, it sounded hideously loud to her. Her heart pounded quickly and her breath came in rapid spurts as she did. She slid her fingers inside her underwear and stopped before she touched anything vital. "I can't, Sher," she breathed, even though she could feel herself throbbing for release.

"I'm doing it, Keef...I'm pretending that it's your fingers... your long... sexy... fingers... stroking me," Sheridan faded off at the end of the sentence, clearly involved in her ministrations.

Keefer's clit twitched at the picture drawn in her head. She slid her hand lower and gasped as she reached her goal.

"No one can see you, baby... oh yeah... you feel so good... Go on, Keef, let me taste you..."

The tall woman groaned and imagined Sheridan's lips where her fingers were. The sound of her blonde lover's aroused voice was as much of a turn-on as if she were there touching her. She wanted Sheridan to keep talking, even though her labored breathing was doing a very good job by itself.

"Are you touching yourself, honey?"

"Yeah," Keefer admitted breathlessly. "Are you?"

"Oh, yeah," Sheridan purred. "Mmm. Can you feel me? Can you feel how wet I am... how badly I want you?"

Keefer's sex clenched painfully. "Oh, god..." she moaned, her fingers slipping lower, effortlessly through the wetness. She couldn't believe what she was doing, but at the same time, the whole idea of it being dangerous made it so much better. Listening to Sheridan's breathy moans, she opened her legs wider and touched more purposefully.

"Oh, Keef... you feel so good... what am I doing to you, baby? Tell me."

Keefer blushed and wet her dry mouth with her tongue. "Your mouth," she said, dipping her fingers down again to tease, just the way Sheridan would with her tongue. Groaning, she slid lower in the chair.

"My mouth... am I licking you or sucking you, Keef?" Sheridan asked between breaths.

The brunette bit her bottom lip, unable to reply due to Sheridan's imaginary mouth. Instead, she breathed out a whimper.

"Oh yeah baby... it feels so good doesn't it... You're gonna make me come soon."

"Yeah," Keefer agreed breathlessly, her fingers, her lover's tongue bringing her extremely close.

Sheridan cradled the phone with her shoulder and reached for the discarded boxers. Bringing them to her nose, she inhaled Keefer's essence and her thighs quivered. "Touch me, Keef, make me come."

Blue eyes opened, unfocused. The images in her head had been so vivid that she had to verify that she was still in her office. Her eyes closed quickly though, as she imagined her lover's face at this moment, her erratic breathing indicating that she was about to come. This knowledge and the picture her mind drew of Sheridan's face brought her to the brink, all she needed was a final push.

Sheridan groaned deeply as she started to climax. "Keeef... yesss..." she hissed into the phone.

Keefer's hips jerked from the sounds and the images. Her thighs closed on her hand and she whined quietly into the receiver as Sheridan's lips drew out her orgasm.

Heavy breathing accompanied by a few satisfied sighs filled the phone connection as the two women relaxed.

"Keef, you okay?"

"Perfect," she murmured, her face red as she became more and more aware of what she'd just done and where. "I can't believe I did that," she whispered in embarrassment, closing her pants quickly.

"I'm so glad you did. Oh, baby, you are so hot," the construction worker purred.

"Sheridan Landers... don't you purr at me!" Keefer said, a hint of teasing in her voice. "That's how this all started."

Sheridan chuckled and blew a loud kiss into the phone. "It was fun, but I missed you."

"That was sweet, Sher," Keefer said with a warm smile.

"It's true. I want to feel you and see you. Fantasy is fun, but the real thing is so much better."

"Amen," Keefer agreed. A knock on the door startled her and she sat straight up in her chair. "I gotta go, love you," she whispered and hung up before Sheridan had a chance to say anything.

The blonde hung up the phone with a shit-eating grin on her face. "I knew she'd do it," she said proudly.

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The tall, distracted inspector checked the clock again; disappointed to see that only ten minutes had passed since the last time she'd looked. She had been thinking of the phone call all day long, her mind occasionally able to concentrate on work. When her boss came in earlier, Keefer blushed hotly, physically hiding her hand as if by looking at it, he could know what she had just done with it. She couldn't wait to run to the bathroom and wash up; the smell of herself on her fingers was killing her. It only reminded her of the phone call, Sheridan's breathy voice and the delicious sensations she'd experienced. Her boss kept her from getting to the ladies room, burying her in his office under piles of files that she wanted nothing to do with and could care even less about. Finally left alone, Keefer escaped to the bathroom, thoughts of Sheridan's lips overpowering just about every thing else. I am going to kill her for this... she thought

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By dinnertime, Sheridan had cleaned the house, done the laundry, took all the dogs to the park and was now sitting on the couch watching TV. Keefer had left a message on the machine that she was going to be swamped with work for the rest of the day, but would still be home by her regular time. Without the opportunity to speak to her lover, Sheridan was left to daydream about their earlier phone call all day. Each time she did, she smiled more triumphantly. "My baby's not so shy anymore," she announced proudly.

The blonde heard the keys jingling outside the front door and strolled over with a cocky expression to greet her tall lover. The door opened and Keefer stepped inside, kicking her shoes off and opening her pants. She had a look in her eye that caused Sheridan's stomach to clench. Blue eyes narrowed and zeroed in on the blonde's lips. "Keef?" she asked and licked her scrutinized lips.

Keefer pushed her lover against the wall, squatting down and wrapping her arms under Sheridan's legs. When she stood back up, the blonde's legs had no choice but to encircle her waist as their lips met hungrily.

Sheridan pulled away from the assault long enough to groan her delight. "Oh, baby! What's this for?"

"Today, when you called me..." Keefer captured Sheridan's lips with hers and sucked them. "I had already been thinking about you..." she pressed her belly into Sheridan's crotch and the blonde groaned.

"Yeah?" Sheridan asked, pressing back into Keefer.

"Uhh huh... and that phone call..." Keefer ran her tongue over her lover's lips.

"Yeah?" was the only thing Sheridan could seem to say.

"That phone call wasn't nearly enough." The taller woman bit the sensitive spot under Sheridan's chin and they both slid to the floor. Keefer on her knees, Sheridan still wrapped around her.

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Upon hearing her mommy's keys in the door, Fifi had run into the living room.Once she saw the two women wrapped around each other, she came to a skidding halt, right outside the foyer. With a heavy sigh, she turned to the boys who were right behind her. "Don't bother," she told them. "When they do this, you are the last thing on their minds."

Pharaoh lay down on his belly and rested his head on his paws, "What do you mean? When are we gonna eat?"

Fifi smiled, "When all the yelling is over and mommy starts breathing again."

Zeus harrumphed, never having seen his mommy in this position. "But I'm hungry," he whined.

"Get over it, big head."

part 44

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