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July 1, continued
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What a great idea! John McNally praised himself. He was a needy man and had a position where he could help himself to an endless supply of women – all of whom would agree to let him have sex with them so that they didn’t have to pay fines, lose their cars or licenses… oh yes!

He would make sure Missy’s sister, Molly, didn’t keep any complaints that might come in against him. He could keep her quiet as well, he was pretty sure. Rachel, their evening dispatcher, was harder. She wouldn’t cut him any slack whatsoever. At least she worked in the evenings. If any reports came in during the day, Molly could lose them – and neither Rachel nor the sheriff would know any different.

He also needed to make sure he secured permanent use of one of the SUVs – old-fashioned patrol cars were not made for sex!

He pulled over a speeding motorist – male – shortly thereafter. He had to keep the appearances up, after all! And unattractive females would get ticketed. Or if they didn’t look likely to bargain. Of course, it depended on how desperate he got.

Returning to his car again, he ate some more of his lunch, while thinking of his great plan. He loved his job!

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The roadside conquest felt almost as good as his first. He had just turned 15 when Keith and Garth Cowan had suggested that he initiate their sister into womanhood. Trish was only six months younger than him and he had masturbated to her school picture for over a year already. Her hair was a bit blonder than his, but their red hair made them an obvious match for all the school gossips.

If he’d do this, they’d include him in their bigger, grander plans, they’d promised.

At first, they tried persuading her to let John take her virginity, but she refused. Then they threatened to hold her down for him, but John didn’t want to resort to actual force like that. Finally, one evening, they gave her some nice cocktails until she was too tipsy to refuse him. Keith and Garth told him that he had to do it or he couldn’t be part of their schemes.

Even now, John remembered the feeling as he parted her thighs on the hideaway and settled between them. He had slid his hard rod into her surprisingly welcoming sheath. They told him that she was loose because she played with a dildo at nights. A few strokes later, and he didn’t care why she was so ready for him!

It wasn’t until afterwards that he thought about the obvious possible consequence. “What happens if she gets pregnant?” he had asked.

“Then she can’t tell anyone about what we’re going to do!” Keith replied.

“It’s part of the plan!” Garth added.

“And when she starts taking the pill?” John had asked.

“We can help there too. She’s going to have your baby, John. Doesn’t it feel good to be a stud?!”

John had to admit that it did. And it hadn’t taken long until she missed her first period and John was allowed to participate in the Cowan plan to become rich.

He hoped he’d made that Heather Jacobson pregnant today. He longed for times of old, times of brothels… before pills and reliable condoms… and child support for those who were caught. Of course, it wouldn’t matter, if he and the Cowans became rich, he could afford child support for those who demanded it – who had enough brain cells to work out who he was. The rest… well… he was contributing to the human race. Did he have to care about the rest of it?

He did support Trish Cowan though – mostly because he felt better doing it – and because she welcomed him back to her bed whenever he wanted it, which was most nights… especially now that Zenna was no longer part of his life.

John had to admit a large dose of pride when he beheld their twins, Jerrod and Josie – both names he’d suggested when he wrote to her at juvie, but he had never felt the need to settle down and marry her. Even after she gave birth to their third child. After all, to admit they were his children was to risk losing his new job. Even a ‘Romeo & Juliet’ clause wouldn’t help him keep this position!

Zenna must have been stupid to not realize that she wasn’t the only woman in his life. He had continued to see Trish – who was due around Christmas with their fourth. And then, he met Missy. She was around at the station one afternoon after school, since she lived with her sister, Molly.

He quickly befriended the girl.

A couple of months later, it was her birthday. She was so excited to be 16, so he offered to give her the best present ever – and took her for a drive.

“Secret from yer sister,” he had insisted, then kissed her. She smelled like peaches and tasted like heaven. She didn’t resist when he fondled her. “I want ta make ya a woman fer yer birthday,” he breathed into her ear. “Yer old enough now!”

She had been frightened at first, but he showed her how he could make it not so bad, then eased into her almost as easily as he’d done for Trish.

“I need pills or something,” she said when he’d finished pouring his liquid fire into her.

“I’ll get ya some tomorrow,” he promised.

He had fulfilled his promise and given her the pills the next day and also suggested the St. John’s Wort for her PTSD-related depression – abusive parents that had made the sisters gain emancipation and leave their town of Duluth, Minnesota.

Confidence bolstered by tablets, Missy let him make love to her whenever he visited her, which was most days after work. This continued about two months before the inevitable happened. The door opened moments before he groaned his release into Missy.

“Tell me you’re on the pill!” Molly had demanded.

“Of course!” Missy had replied.

“But even the pill isn’t 100%,” John had reminded them, preparing them for the fact that Missy’s period was already two days late.

He groaned as his erection returned. He knew he would have to marry Missy – to keep up appearances at the department. That didn’t mean he couldn’t keep seeing Trish, though.

He turned his car towards Trish’s apartment in town. At least he could give her a good, hard screw tonight!

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