Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
She doesn’t have a shy bone in her body and she doesn’t suffer fools lightly. Half the time I’m the one talking her down from doing someone bodily harm for saying or doing the wrong fucking thing.
I call her my wild child. She’s the sort of girl who would let me fuck her in the ass and then suck my dick; a man needs that shit every once in a while.
As with every other fucked up thing in my life, the story of how we came to be sounds like something out of a fucked up TV show.
I’d actually gone out on a date with Cindy the night before I met Ginger Lee for the first time.
But the thing is, though it was just the one date, like I said, Cindy and I had been doing the dance for a while before she finally agreed to go out with me.
After a great night out with the woman I’d been trying to land since freaking high school, I was out on patrol the next day doing my job as a deputy in the sheriff’s office.
The date had gone pretty good and I was halfway to the moon. I hadn’t been sitting on my hands waiting for Cindy to come around, one of those things that had kept us apart was the fact that we both seemed to be always involved with someone else. But I was glad that we had finally got it right.
That night was like the beginning of something, or maybe I’d built it up so much in my head by that time that it seemed that way. I’m no bitch so I wouldn’t dwell on that shit too much.
Anyway I was feeling good about the whole thing and pretty much looking forward to next time. I was thinking that on my break I had to remember to send her some flowers.
That’s when I clocked this little beamer doing ninety in a thirty-five. After I’d gotten over the shock of a speeder in our little town, I’d given chase.
Imagine my surprise when I found this beauty behind the wheel. She gave me the fluttering eyelash routine, and I could see it was all a big joke to her.
Her license said she was from the east coast, yeah, one of those. “Excuse me officer, but what seems to be the problem?” Damn, what a voice, she had to be making that shit up.
I would’ve answered her if I hadn’t noticed that her eyes were on my dick and she wasn’t even trying to hide that shit. I was almost tempted to cover my shit from the look of hunger in her eyes.
I read her the usual riot act for speeding and gave her a ticket, which she threw in the glove box with what looked like even more tickets.
“So, when are you taking me out to dinner big boy?” She looked me dead in the eye to let me know she meant business.
“Excuse me?” Are all east coast women this bold? I grew up in the Midwest, went to school in the Midwest, and don’t really know much else about the outside world except what I see on TV. I’m not as much of a dud as that sounds; it’s just the truth.
I’m not green by any stretch of the imagination, but I’m not use to such brashness in my neck of the woods. The women around here save their true colors for behind closed doors.
When I looked back expecting a blush or at the very least a look of shyness, all I saw was trouble.
I thought of Cindy and how hard I’d tried to win her. I can’t say that I was at all surprised that this was happening now.
Of course I would meet her one-day after taking Cindy out on our first date, it’s the story of my fucking life.
“You heard me, or are you one of those guys who likes to do the chasing? The problem with that is that I don’t have time.
I’m passing through on my way to a conference and won’t be back this way for a while. And since I don’t believe in letting opportunities pass me by, when I see something I want I go after it, so what do you say?”
What I should’ve said was no thanks and gone on my merry way. But did I mention that Ginger Lee has a rack that only the hands of the creator could’ve fashioned? Not to mention the most amazing cornflower blue eyes?
Instead of giving her the company line about being involved, I decided to play along. “You married?”
“If I was would I be sitting here hitting on you, what kind of girl do you take me for?” She got out of the car, which I should’ve told her not to had I been thinking.