[They really, really aren't. In-between their giggles, the story-telling continues.]

The detective feels the cold iron of the "baker's" gun against his temple and a hot chill runs up his spine. Was this an emotion? Little did he know, Shelly intended to arouse such questions precisely, when he suggested this bout of tense roleplaying. This dangerous game was reminiscent of their work, but perhaps it was only so that Bobby - no, the two of them - could more comfortably slip into their night of passion.