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July 1, 2002
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In his police car near a flashing red light near the highway, John McNally opened the paper bag that smelled of fish sticks and fries. He wished he could have an excuse to look over the Lake instead, but sitting where he might be able to issue a ticket or two was almost as good. New to the force, he was eager to please the sheriff.

A young woman in a blue sedan stopped at the light. Her long, dark hair reminded him of Zenna Williams. He felt his lust stirring. He shouldn’t have let her find out about Missy, he realized again. They were hardly in the same league after all. Missy still lived with her parents. Of course, Zenna lived with her mother as well, but that woman was cool and understood the needs of young people. Lenora hadn’t hardly batted an eye when Zenna decided to stay with John.

He still remembered her 17th birthday, just over a year before. He finally persuaded her to let him make love to her – to open her up – to make her a woman.

Missy Smith was different. He opened the petite blonde for her 16th birthday, only a couple of months previously. He was grateful for Michigan’s more reasonable age of consent.

Missy had been nervous – afraid of becoming pregnant and started taking pills to make sure she didn’t. When she missed a pill here or there, John convinced her that she’d already taken it and had forgotten. She also started taking St. John’s Wort – per his advice – to help with her mental issues. She probably had no idea that it could make the pill ineffective.

She was a week late on her period now and just thinking about it made John groan with his throbbing need. He figured she was due in the spring sometime. Another child of his loins.

He made note of another vehicle at the stoplight. Out of curiosity, he plugged the license plate number into the brand new computer database.

Impound vehicle – came the reply. Many unpaid fines and tickets.

“Oh yah!” he cried out, putting his lunch aside and following the little sports car.

As he followed her, he realized that he could get lucky if he played things right. Maybe a little bit of bargaining… she could keep her vehicle if she gave him what he needed… He turned on his lights.

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Heather looked at the flashing lights in her rear-view mirror.

“Shit!” she exclaimed, but pulled over. She wasn’t in the mood to try to outrun the police in this backwoods part of the Upper Peninsula. She didn’t know the roads here like she knew them down in Detroit.

She rolled down her window as the officer approached the car. He was obviously very young – and handsome despite his reddish hair.

“Are ya aware dat dis car is wanted by da police?” he asked.

“What?!” she asked. “I’m just borrowing this from my brother! I don’t know what he gets up to!”

He clucked disapprovingly. “Unless Heather Jacobson is a man, I don’t tink I buy yer story. I tink yer comin’ wid me… an’ yer car is gonna be impounded until ya pay da fines.”

“Let me finish my vacation, then I’ll take care of everything down in Detroit.”

He chuckled. “I don’ tink so! Step outta da car.” He opened the door.

Unbuckling her seat belt, she got out as instructed. “Is there anything I can do to help my situation?” she asked. “You could take my credit card and pay now...”

“I don’t know how it works in Detroit, but in da U.P., it doesn’t work dat way,” the officer argued, turning her and facing her towards her car, his firm grasp pulling her arms behind her. His body slammed against her as well. She felt his hard bulge against her butt. “I might be persuaded ta forget I saw yer fancy liddle car,” he told her, pressing against her so she could feel him better. “Yer alternative is ta spend a night or two wid us in Ash Creek!”

Heather understood what he wanted. She didn’t know that some cops were willing to trade favors like that, but maybe she needed to consider it. She needed to get back to Detroit and couldn’t without her car.

His hands ran down her body, then up again, slipping inside her shirt and continuing until they found her braless chest. “Whadd’ya tink?” he asked, fondling her small breasts as if they were the large ones that most men preferred.

“And you’ll let me go?” she asked.

“Yep.”

“And make a note in the records to leave me alone until I get back to Detroit?”

“Deal.” One hand had moved back down, unbuttoning her jeans and slipping into her panties. “Do ya agree?” He pressed a finger between her moistening lips.

“Yes,” she breathed. “Do you have a condom?”

He chuckled. “Dat’s really funny considerin’ yer da one facin’ jail!” He moved her along to the front of her car. He lowered her pants off her butt and pushed her over the hood. Her panties followed her pants, and a moment later, she felt his manhood push into her from behind.

“Oh!” she cried out with surprised arousal. “Don’t come inside me, okay? I don’t want to be pregnant!”

“Yer in no position ta be makin’ demands!” the officer growled as he pushed harder into her and pumped against her. His hands held onto her hips as he thrust faster and deeper.

Heather bit her lip to keep from crying out as he pounded against her body, his manhood eager for satisfaction. She prayed that he would pull out before he finished.

Her prayer hadn’t even been completed when she heard him groan and hold deep inside her. She felt his twitches of release as he pushed a little more.

“Damn you!” she growled, wondering if he’d just made her pregnant.

“I can still impound yer vehicle if ya do not keep yer end of da bargain – which is ta keep yer trap shut!” he growled in reply. “If ya don’t, I have friends who will make ya wish ya had!”

“Okay!” Heather replied angrily. It would have been cheaper to pay the stinking tickets!

Finally, the officer pulled out of her and let her pull her clothes back up. He made himself decent.

“Make the note,” she demanded, following him back to the police car. “Let me see that you’ve kept your end of the bargain.”

He sat in his car and showed her. He put a note that she was going to pay the fines in Detroit as soon as she got back from her trip. “Two weeks?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Done. Don’t tink ya can always get out of tickets dis way… Behave yerself, got dat?”

“Yes, officer.”

The cop drove away leaving Heather to wonder who it was who had just put his seed inside her and wondering whether she would have a baby because of it. What would she say to people if she was pregnant?

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