reason that he didn’t ride with him, if he could help it.
He’d known since he was a child that he wanted to be a police officer. All he did was play cops and robbers as a boy and now that he was an adult he had the chance to do what he had always wanted to do. Dennis loved his career, it was rewarding, even if he fought the stresses that came with the territory.
Once he inspected his patrol car to make sure everything was operational, he used his radio to let dispatch know he was in service and officially on patrol.
The evenings were usually quiet, mainly shoppers headed back with their purchases and the occasional speeder.
On his lunch break he had a JDLR, or a just don’t look right, situation with two guys loitering in a parking lot. They must have been severely stupid, or not paying attention, but he saw money change hands with a slick pass within a handshake.
He walked over cautiously after he radioed for backup and ended up detaining the pair after a dime bag was found on one of the men. The other was handcuffed and after admitting to it, his pockets were emptied and a half ounce of marijuana was found broken down in baggies.
The report on that one took him ages, as he had to deliver the man to booking after a search was conducted and more drugs were found, including a stash of Percocet. When evidence was found during an arrest, the best way to preserve the chain of custody was to document carefully and deliver it quickly.
By the time he finished with the dope dealer and the fiend, he had his lunch of a simple turkey sandwich and chips. It left him hungry and he knew he should have made another, but he ran out of bread this morning when he packed his food.
Dennis had a list of things he would have to pick up before he went home in the morning, because if he didn’t have two sandwiches tomorrow, no one would want to speak to him.
No sooner than he sat back in the patrol car, dispatch radioed him to head to Queen’s Laundry for a vehicular breaking and entering. Those calls were simple, maybe a bit of damage to the car and smaller, visible items were taken.
Usually, car radios or GPS devices were the reasons the thief was attracted to the vehicle in the first place.
But when he pulled into Queen’s Laundry, he passed a beat up white station wagon and the only other car out front was newer model SUV with chrome, but no body damage. He parked and stepped out of his car, looking for the victim.
A woman came from around the driver side. She was in her early thirties, but the estimation was based more on her demeanor than her appearance. Her face was youthful but her body was a bit on the super thick side, with a huge set of breasts that reminded him of pillows, and her hips matched. She wore a baseball cap and no makeup, but her skin was luminous and shone with the gleam of a newly minted penny.
He was reminded of a black version of Marilyn Monroe before she died. Even her eyes had this soulful glint that sucked a guy in.
Damn.
In all honesty, there were only two things he could distinctly recall from that night. The initial sight of her and the feel of her in his arms when he was finished assisting her as best as he was able.
He thought that he was past the worst of it until she asked him for a hug. “Can I give you a hug?”
Forget about the ears, at that point, his whole body was on fire.
She was a busty thing, but at least he couldn’t feel the softness through his Kevlar. But his arms, oh yeah, he felt just how fleshy she really was.
And it was a firm handful that he would have loved to get his hands on. But she hadn’t batted an eyelash when he called her Mrs. so he was left to assume she was married. A woman that well put together wasn’t bound to be alone for long.
Lucky dude, whoever the fuck he was.
Even though he really, really wanted to feel how soft she really was with nothing between them, he let her go after a stingy moment that did nothing to satisfy him.
Once he had finished