if they’d just give him a chance. I was all he had.”
She changed lanes to get off the freeway. “He broke his promise a few times and fell off the wagon, but by then, it wasn’t too hard for me to convince him to start attending meetings again. I’d threaten to call the authorities if he didn’t go.” Her voice trailed off as she thought of those years.
The cycle had repeated itself well into Jade’s adulthood. Even though he hadn’t missed a meeting in years, she couldn’t help searching for signs he’d slipped again. Of course, meeting Mona at one of his meetings hadn’t hurt. He hadn’t had a drop since the refined woman entered his life. Nonetheless, there was no way she’d go through that again, nor would she put Donnie through that kind of hell.
Jade swung her SUV into the parking lot at Training Division. She was glad they’d arrived; she didn’t like reliving her childhood.
Entering the four-story building they flashed their I.D. cards at the recruit officers manning the front desk. What a joke, Mac thought, the recruits aren’t allowed to carry ammunition in their guns until after they graduate – what kind of security is that? He adjusted the holster at his waist, secure in the fact he was armed. He remembered an incident near L.A. where a disgruntled former police employee had barged into a staff meeting and shot some of the upper echelon of the police department. He glanced at the fresh-faced recruits. Don’t worry, I’ve got your back guys. If the shootin’ starts, just grab some cover and get out of my way .
A sign written on a white board sat perched on a chair directing them to the Arrest and Control School on the third floor. Inside the classroom, the instructors briefed them on the curriculum they’d be learning. The training consisted of a review of pepper spray usage, and an update of martial arts to be used in wrestling with a suspect. The instructors directed the students to select partners, preferably working with a student of the same sex. Mac was delighted when Jade scanned the room for an available female only to find the other women were already paired. There were a lot worse ways to spend a day than wrestling with Jade.
“Don’t worry partner. I’ve got you covered. I promise, I won’t hurt you too much,” Mac said, smiling.
“I can’t tell you how much I appreciate that,” she said, giving him a wry smile.
The first part of the day was spent on compliance techniques, handcuffing, and weapon retention.
Mac tried to keep his mind on the technique, but failed with Jade standing in front of him as he simulated searching her for weapons. He pretended to “spider” his fingers up and down her arms and across her chest and back. The scent of tropical flowers clung to her hair. He leaned in. “I’m not hurting you am I?”
She quickly shook her head.
He wondered if she could tell he was getting turned on. If she leaned back a few inches, there would be no doubt in her mind how much he enjoyed pretending to search her.
It was even worse when Jade took her place behind him. She stood so close her breath warmed his neck. His imagination kicked into overdrive during a section where part of the technique was to tuck his arm into her chest. When finished with the procedure, he noticed her nipples had hardened to pea-sized nubs beneath her white T-shirt. He let out a breath of relief when the instructors called a time out at noon.
After lunch, the students returned to the mat-covered gym. Two beefy instructors displayed ground techniques to be used with combative suspects. Their skin slapped the vinyl mat with a deadened thud as they wrestled with surprising intensity. They didn’t notice or care most of the body placement could be mistaken for exotic sexual positions.
Mac clenched his jaw, knowing he was in for a long afternoon. From the instant he’d seen Jade this morning in her T-shirt and
She changed lanes to get off the freeway. “He broke his promise a few times and fell off the wagon, but by then, it wasn’t too hard for me to convince him to start attending meetings again. I’d threaten to call the authorities if he didn’t go.” Her voice trailed off as she thought of those years.
The cycle had repeated itself well into Jade’s adulthood. Even though he hadn’t missed a meeting in years, she couldn’t help searching for signs he’d slipped again. Of course, meeting Mona at one of his meetings hadn’t hurt. He hadn’t had a drop since the refined woman entered his life. Nonetheless, there was no way she’d go through that again, nor would she put Donnie through that kind of hell.
Jade swung her SUV into the parking lot at Training Division. She was glad they’d arrived; she didn’t like reliving her childhood.
Entering the four-story building they flashed their I.D. cards at the recruit officers manning the front desk. What a joke, Mac thought, the recruits aren’t allowed to carry ammunition in their guns until after they graduate – what kind of security is that? He adjusted the holster at his waist, secure in the fact he was armed. He remembered an incident near L.A. where a disgruntled former police employee had barged into a staff meeting and shot some of the upper echelon of the police department. He glanced at the fresh-faced recruits. Don’t worry, I’ve got your back guys. If the shootin’ starts, just grab some cover and get out of my way .
A sign written on a white board sat perched on a chair directing them to the Arrest and Control School on the third floor. Inside the classroom, the instructors briefed them on the curriculum they’d be learning. The training consisted of a review of pepper spray usage, and an update of martial arts to be used in wrestling with a suspect. The instructors directed the students to select partners, preferably working with a student of the same sex. Mac was delighted when Jade scanned the room for an available female only to find the other women were already paired. There were a lot worse ways to spend a day than wrestling with Jade.
“Don’t worry partner. I’ve got you covered. I promise, I won’t hurt you too much,” Mac said, smiling.
“I can’t tell you how much I appreciate that,” she said, giving him a wry smile.
The first part of the day was spent on compliance techniques, handcuffing, and weapon retention.
Mac tried to keep his mind on the technique, but failed with Jade standing in front of him as he simulated searching her for weapons. He pretended to “spider” his fingers up and down her arms and across her chest and back. The scent of tropical flowers clung to her hair. He leaned in. “I’m not hurting you am I?”
She quickly shook her head.
He wondered if she could tell he was getting turned on. If she leaned back a few inches, there would be no doubt in her mind how much he enjoyed pretending to search her.
It was even worse when Jade took her place behind him. She stood so close her breath warmed his neck. His imagination kicked into overdrive during a section where part of the technique was to tuck his arm into her chest. When finished with the procedure, he noticed her nipples had hardened to pea-sized nubs beneath her white T-shirt. He let out a breath of relief when the instructors called a time out at noon.
After lunch, the students returned to the mat-covered gym. Two beefy instructors displayed ground techniques to be used with combative suspects. Their skin slapped the vinyl mat with a deadened thud as they wrestled with surprising intensity. They didn’t notice or care most of the body placement could be mistaken for exotic sexual positions.
Mac clenched his jaw, knowing he was in for a long afternoon. From the instant he’d seen Jade this morning in her T-shirt and
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