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Me? I don’t need a second more to rationalize anything. I know and I have known. I’m all in when it comes to Marilyn, in every way.
After our little incident in the holding cell yesterday we went into my office and she impressed me once again with her knowledge, enthusiasm, and commitment to the town’s parade.
I’m blown away by this woman.
I’ve always felt younger than my age, but she…well, she makes me feel even a good ten years younger than I already felt. Hell, she makes me feel like I’m reborn, as if I wasn’t even living until I met her.
And in some ways it’s true.
“How’s the parade coming along?” Mike asks.
I want to tell him everything that we’re planning, but I really shouldn’t. Damn, why does my life seem so secretive right now? I just don’t want to spoil the actual day. I want the surprise to really blow everyone away, and most importantly I want it to be the stepping-stone to the career that she wants so badly.
I want to help her in any way I can, no matter how big or how small. I’ve brought in a film crew, including a drone, to record everything so she has a demo reel so to speak of her work.
I catch sight of her out of the corner of my eye, seeing her in that white dress. Damn she looks so innocent, and I want to slam a wrecking ball right through it and make her innocence mine forever.
I spent all of last night rolling around in bed promising myself I wasn’t got to pleasure myself to her, because without her there by my side there is no true pleasure.
But maybe it would have been a good idea because I was hard as a rock right now and all the off-duty officers were here at Mike’s house today for a little get together. That’s another great thing about small towns. We know each other and when we take that oath to serve and protect we really are agreeing to lay our lives on the line for our brothers and sisters and our future generations.
“You don’t want to say what you and Marilyn have been up to, Danny?” Michelle asks.
Lady, you have no idea.
And I need to get my head back in the game. I was off daydreaming about my woman again. It’s so bad I didn’t even respond to Mike’s question. Hell, I didn’t even acknowledge it.
“Well, we put in a bit of time on the police float yesterday, but everyone knows that. Let’s just keep the rest a big surprise and see what Marilyn’s many talents are able to pull off.”
My mind wanders back to imagining my dick sliding right inside Mike and Michelle’s daughter, popping her cherry for the first time.
Fuck, I’m an asshole.
I switch my beer in my hands and run the other one along my pants. Yeah, my hands are wet, but it’s not primarily from the bottle. I’m feeling the heat from this strange situation and it’s making my hands clammy for the first time in my entire life.
“So you see a lot of talent in our daughter?” Michelle continues.
Yes, she got me off quicker than I thought humanly possible and she’s crawled into my mind so deep that she’s the only thing I can think about.
“A lot. I know she’s going to be famous for her work one day. I hope I have a small hand in making that day come soon.”
I catch Officer Johnson out of the corner of my eye as he bellies up to the conversation. He looks over the top of his beer bottle at me as he takes a drink. He knows I’ve got it bad for a fellow officer’s daughter and it’s almost like he can read my mind, and every filthy thing I’ve been thinking about.
I avoid eye contact, and I flinch when I feel Mike’s hand come down on my shoulder.
“Want to go outside and see my new barbecue grill?”
“Yeah, sure,” I say, taking a drink, wishing this ice cold beer would cool me down a bit and take off the edge I’ve got right now, but it’s not helping at all.
We step outside where there are a few other officers, but they’re kind of off in a corner shooting the breeze about some arrests they’ve made in the past. I guess that’s what guys do, isn’t it? They love to relive the good old days.
Well the good days for me are all in the future, with the daughter of the man standing in front of me with a very concerned look on his face.
“Are you okay, man?”
“Yeah. Totally fine. I’m totally fine, buddy.” I swig my beer way to fast, my body language clearly telegraphing I’m not totally fine.
“I feel like there’s something on your mind, but you don’t want to say it. If that’s the case I totally understand and respect that, but if you want to get it off your chest…maybe relieve the stress it seems to be causing you, well…you know you can tell me anything, right?”
