She thought this over and let out a shuddering breath. “I didn’t come here to meet a man, Dave. I came here to start over and get to know my sister.”
Tilting my head slightly, I held her eyes as I asked, “And part of starting over doesn’t include the possibility of meeting a man?”
She nibbled on her lower lip as she considered my question. “I guess I just hadn’t thought about it,” she finally replied.
Grinning, I gave her a small kiss. “Well, now you can. And you can think about it while you get ready for the date I’m taking you on this weekend.”
Her body started shaking slightly as she laughed silently and shook her head. “I’m not going on a date with you.”
Had she said it seriously I might have taken a different route, but the fact she was grinning and laughing helped with my plan of action.
“In that case, you leave me no choice,” I sighed as I wrapped my arms around her waist, anchoring her to me and walked to the steps leading out of the pool.
“What do you mean? What are you doing?”
She started to wriggle desperately as I got out and walked over to the pile of clothing and crap on the chair. With a slight shift and a hand under her delectable ass, I moved her so that I had her over my shoulder, and started sifting through it all to find what I was looking for. As my hand closed around them, she started kicking, narrowly missing my face.
“Careful,” I warned. “If you kick me, I’ll arrest you for assaulting a police officer and resisting arrest.”
I felt a puff of breath hit my back with her gasp of outrage and grinned even harder. “If you’d put me down, I wouldn’t have to kick now would I?”
As she said it, her foot came into contact with my left hip, and I created a new law that was all mine. Quickly putting her on her feet, I spun her around and cuffed both hands behind her back. “Tabitha Newton, you’re under arrest for resisting a police officer. You have the right to remain silent…”
TabbyThree hours later…
Looking around the small cell, I took in the now familiar view. I couldn’t believe he’d arrested me again. And he’d put me in the same cell as last time. Thankfully, my neighbor wasn’t Rita Slutita this time. Instead, I had a guy with a deep baritone voice who was singing Swing Low Sweet Chariot at the moment. He’d been singing since I got here, and to be honest, I would have happily listened to it all day. At home, with speakers, like a normal person.
Just then, he stopped, making me lift my head up from where I’d been leaning it against the wall. “Hey, man. How’s it hanging?”
The voice that replied was very familiar, and one that right now made me wish that I had something to throw at the owner. “Not bad, Jarrod. Loving tonight’s playlist.”
The deep chuckle he got in response had ideas springing into my head. I wonder if there were erotica authors who’d use him to narrate their books for an audible version? The man would kill at it. ‘He sucked her clit into the hot cavern of his mouth, letting it pop free. “You have such a wet pussy…”’
I was snapped out of my mental audible sex book by the shithead who shall not be named around me ever again. But just in case people needed clarification, it was Sheriff David Bell, aka Dave Bell, aka Dave, aka Sheriff, aka DB, aka biggest douche in the history of assholes.
“Hey, baby. You made your choice yet?” he asked through the small gap of the sliding window in the door.
Glaring at him, I tried to figure out what I wanted to yell at him first, but then a thought occurred to me and I went with it.
“Hey, Jarrod,” I yelled, looking at the wall like I could see through it.
“Yeah, girl?” Holy shit, it was like James Earl Jones with lady Viagra listening to that voice.
“You ever thought about narrating books? Like really dirty ones?” I asked, watching the shithead’s eyes narrow at me through the opening now.
There was silence back from my neighbor, and I started to think maybe this would backfire on me slightly. But just then…
“Like those erotic books?”
“Yeah, those,” I nodded uselessly, but my reactions were purely for Sheriff Twatwad’s benefit, so I guess it wasn’t entirely useless.
“The kink?”
Grinning at the glares coming from the big dog fart with a shiny badge, I yelled, “Oh yeah, the kink.”
“I could do that,” Jarrod replied simply, like I was asking him to hold a Kleenex.
Something occurred to me just then, and it threatened to burst my smug bubble. I might have just landed myself in a big pile of doggy doo-doo, so I had to ask just in case I needed to change the color of my hair, and maybe sell my new home and convince Jose to move with me.