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passion, decided to leave them alone. He had nearly gotten stuck in her, he swelled so large at the time of climax and her love hole was so small due to under-use or in her case under-abuse that the head did not want to come out. With some work and near the pain of childbirth, she removed herself from him. She had taken many more men by now, but she would always think of him when they were finished.
    Now, she stood, steadying herself on the velvety bench seat, not thinking about what kind of bodily fluids stained the fabric. She looked at the man who had just left his seed inside her. He stood with his back to her. The curvature of his smooth back appealed to her. His short, neatly cropped hair trimmed just above the nape of his sweat covered neck. She felt the warmth of his come ooze down her leg.
    He was dressing now. She watched him dress, pulling his shirt on over his hairless back and chest. He pulled his pants on one leg at a time. He turned to her and offered her a quick wink. She smiled, a fake smile, but he couldn’t tell the difference. He leaned forward and kissed her and thanked her for the good time.
    Loretta didn’t look forward to the long walk from the shop to her house. She really hoped that she would have time to clean up and hide her new item before Herman made it home. As she walked, the wetness between her legs became more. She could feel it running down her legs, behind her knees and onto her socks. This was the part she always dreaded, the walk home. Not knowing if he was home or not; that was the stress that would turn her hair gray one day.
    Her thighs were beginning to rub dry. She hoped they didn’t chaff before she could get home and clean up. Not only would chaffed thighs be unsightly, but they would become raw and tender.
    Then, she saw a police car. In the driver’s seat sat the man who drove her deep seated fantasies. A cop! He munched a sandwich and stared straight ahead. His cruiser was parked in an alleyway, jutting out enough for him to see around the corner.
    Loretta swallowed hard. Though she thought about the man often, she had never thought in a million years that she would run into him again. The fact that he was a public official made it even worse. Could she even be seen talking to him? She knew that her trek home would take her right past his car. Maybe he won’t see me, she thought.
    She took a deep breath and held it as she sauntered past the front bumper of the car, carrying the bag low, hoping he wouldn’t notice. She focused on the click of her heels on the pavement. Then, the siren whined and the lights flashed, only for a moment. She stopped.
    “Excuse me, young lady,” he said out the side window. She looked up and smiled at him, trying to look surprised.
    “Yes, officer, did I do something wrong?” She couldn’t help but to add a flirty tone to her voice. He just brought that out in her.
    “Oh, yes ma’am. I believe it is against the law to look that good while you walk down the street. I’m going to have to take you back to my place for questioning.” A broad smile came across his face. His large white teeth gleamed in the sunlight and though his oversized shades blocked that sunlight from his eyes, she remembered his eyes. They were dark and mysterious eyes. The kind a woman could get lost in forever.
    “Why, sir, I do hope that you could find it in your heart to let poor little ‘ole me go? Perhaps arrest me another time?” She added a southern accent to her voice, trying to entice the cop and trying to politely inform him that she needed to leave. She needed to, but her feet did not want to go. They stayed firmly planted next to the driver’s door.
    She heard the door latch click, and she stepped back. He climbed out. He removed his sunglasses and eyed the bag in her hand.
    “Been shoppin’ at our store I see,” he said, fingering the handle of the bag, making extra sure to brush her fingers with his as he moved. The way he said our store, made it