you’re wrong.”
“So how does
she mess with your head?”
“Are we now
talking head or…?”
Fourth
cold-eyed look.
“Right.” Alan
rested his elbow on the doorframe. “Yesterday her cousin came in
and interrupted us.” When there was no comment, he added, “I’d just
been teasing Soph and somehow it all got weird.”
Still no
comment.
“I sort of
kissed her neck.”
No comment.
“I don’t know
if she realised it.”
No comment.
“And I sort of
felt her…you know.” Alan made an exaggerated shape of a heart.
“You touched
her heart?” Mike queried.
“No! Her bum.
It’s sort of, you know, heart shaped. Big heart.” He flexed his
fingers, remembering the feel of it. “Soft.”
No comment.
Great.
“Then I sort of
touched her breasts. Underneath.” Man, she had big boobs. Huge
handfuls. He just bet they’d spill over his hands, they were so
big.
He could feel
his mouth water at just the thought of the nipples tipping those
boobs. Were they big and red or small and pink? Big and pink? Small
and red? Whatever, he bet they tasted as sweet as strawberries that
went up the whazoo.
Whoa! Jerking upright in the seat, he took a deep breath. “Right, where
are we going?”
“Patrolling.”
Mike didn’t even look at him.
“Right. Geez.”
He cleared his throat. “Let’s pull into a service station, I need a
drink.” And to pull himself together.
Jesus, he was
getting a boner on the job.
Maybe Mike was
right, he needed to get laid.
Waiting in line
to get takeaway coffees, he had time to get himself under
control.
Cripes, Sophie
was just a friend who wrote romances. Nothing special. Big, pretty,
intriguing, but just a friend. He was reading too much girly porn,
it and she were messing with his head and his manly ways. He had to
pull himself together, get back to his usual rhythm.
Yeah, that was
all. Before he ended up in a nuthouse.
Getting back
into the car with the two hot coffees, he handed one to Mike. “I’m
giving up the girly porn, Mike.”
Mike just took
the lid off his takeaway cup and blew in it.
“Going back to
my male roots. Bugger this girly stuff. And tonight? Tonight I’m
going to the gym and get me a gym bunny. Gonna take her home and
boink her brains out. How’s that for a plan?” Satisfied, he sat
back in the seat and swirled the coffee around in the takeaway
cup.
Mike took a sip
of coffee. “Home.”
“Yep.”
“Where Sophie
is staying.”
“Shit.”
Getting home
late that night, Alan closed the garage door and entered the house.
His uniform was in his gym bag and the gym clothes he wore were
sweaty from his workout.
Why the hell
Mike had to accompany him to the gym he didn’t know. Probably to
embarrass him by lifting three tonnes without breaking a sweat.
That was why no chick had bothered with Alan, they were all too
busy ogling the big cop with muscles like a world champion weight
lifter.
To be truthful,
Alan hadn’t actually approached any of the women and for sure
there’d been some real lookers. Yet somehow he just wasn’t
interested. Obviously too tired.
A few things
had also reared their ugly little head. While he stood there
lifting weights, watching another young bloke chatting up a gym
bunny, he’d suddenly felt a whole lot wiser. And a whole lot
stupid.
Geez, did he
look as desperate as that young bloke, going from gym bunny to gym
bunny, looking for a chick for the night? Pathetic. No. No way was
he that sad. Was he? He had a bad feeling. No, he was different. He
was just tired, that was all. Hard day at work and things.
Like
stalking.
God, he
couldn’t believe he’d actually done that. What had come over him?
Why the hell had he suddenly become all jealous and he-man and
chest beating, taking off to check that no other man was hanging
around Sophie? What a loser.
But regardless,
the fact remained that he wouldn’t take anyone home for the night,
he was too tired.
Bullshit . The truth was he couldn’t bring a woman
“So how does
she mess with your head?”
“Are we now
talking head or…?”
Fourth
cold-eyed look.
“Right.” Alan
rested his elbow on the doorframe. “Yesterday her cousin came in
and interrupted us.” When there was no comment, he added, “I’d just
been teasing Soph and somehow it all got weird.”
Still no
comment.
“I sort of
kissed her neck.”
No comment.
“I don’t know
if she realised it.”
No comment.
“And I sort of
felt her…you know.” Alan made an exaggerated shape of a heart.
“You touched
her heart?” Mike queried.
“No! Her bum.
It’s sort of, you know, heart shaped. Big heart.” He flexed his
fingers, remembering the feel of it. “Soft.”
No comment.
Great.
“Then I sort of
touched her breasts. Underneath.” Man, she had big boobs. Huge
handfuls. He just bet they’d spill over his hands, they were so
big.
He could feel
his mouth water at just the thought of the nipples tipping those
boobs. Were they big and red or small and pink? Big and pink? Small
and red? Whatever, he bet they tasted as sweet as strawberries that
went up the whazoo.
Whoa! Jerking upright in the seat, he took a deep breath. “Right, where
are we going?”
“Patrolling.”
Mike didn’t even look at him.
“Right. Geez.”
He cleared his throat. “Let’s pull into a service station, I need a
drink.” And to pull himself together.
Jesus, he was
getting a boner on the job.
Maybe Mike was
right, he needed to get laid.
Waiting in line
to get takeaway coffees, he had time to get himself under
control.
Cripes, Sophie
was just a friend who wrote romances. Nothing special. Big, pretty,
intriguing, but just a friend. He was reading too much girly porn,
it and she were messing with his head and his manly ways. He had to
pull himself together, get back to his usual rhythm.
Yeah, that was
all. Before he ended up in a nuthouse.
Getting back
into the car with the two hot coffees, he handed one to Mike. “I’m
giving up the girly porn, Mike.”
Mike just took
the lid off his takeaway cup and blew in it.
“Going back to
my male roots. Bugger this girly stuff. And tonight? Tonight I’m
going to the gym and get me a gym bunny. Gonna take her home and
boink her brains out. How’s that for a plan?” Satisfied, he sat
back in the seat and swirled the coffee around in the takeaway
cup.
Mike took a sip
of coffee. “Home.”
“Yep.”
“Where Sophie
is staying.”
“Shit.”
Getting home
late that night, Alan closed the garage door and entered the house.
His uniform was in his gym bag and the gym clothes he wore were
sweaty from his workout.
Why the hell
Mike had to accompany him to the gym he didn’t know. Probably to
embarrass him by lifting three tonnes without breaking a sweat.
That was why no chick had bothered with Alan, they were all too
busy ogling the big cop with muscles like a world champion weight
lifter.
To be truthful,
Alan hadn’t actually approached any of the women and for sure
there’d been some real lookers. Yet somehow he just wasn’t
interested. Obviously too tired.
A few things
had also reared their ugly little head. While he stood there
lifting weights, watching another young bloke chatting up a gym
bunny, he’d suddenly felt a whole lot wiser. And a whole lot
stupid.
Geez, did he
look as desperate as that young bloke, going from gym bunny to gym
bunny, looking for a chick for the night? Pathetic. No. No way was
he that sad. Was he? He had a bad feeling. No, he was different. He
was just tired, that was all. Hard day at work and things.
Like
stalking.
God, he
couldn’t believe he’d actually done that. What had come over him?
Why the hell had he suddenly become all jealous and he-man and
chest beating, taking off to check that no other man was hanging
around Sophie? What a loser.
But regardless,
the fact remained that he wouldn’t take anyone home for the night,
he was too tired.
Bullshit . The truth was he couldn’t bring a woman
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