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“Aw shit. Now what?”I don’t think I was speeding.I pull over for the cop and wait. I pull out my registration and my licence to be ready for the officer.I wait and I’m getting a bit impatient. “Shit, what’s taking so long?”Finally I see the car door open, and then see long hair swinging around the head of the cop. I smile as the woman officer comes up to the door of my pick up. I’m surprised how young she looks and wait for her to speak.She smiles at me. “Good evening, sir. May I see your licence and registration, please?”I have it ready for her and bring it to the window ledge. She takes it with a smile and she looks at my driver’s license. Then she looks at me closely for comparison. I smile big and goofy and it catches her off guard, and she giggles.I chuckle and she asks, “Mr Roberts, I…”I say excitedly as I look around, “Where??”She stops and looks at me and I say, “Oh. You were talking to me. I thought my dad was here somewhere.”She smiles and almost giggles again. I chuckle at her and look closer at her. She is a doll. Perfect skin and a cute little nose. Her long hair is loose and over her one shoulder and down to past her nice size breasts.She tries again, but uses my first name, “Gregory, is this your current address?”I smile as I look at her. She’s shorter, and stands level with my head as I sit in the truck.I say, “I’ll trade you.”She looks at me and I smile, “Your address for mine.”She blushes and says nothing.I chuckle, “You know my name and my correct address, and I don’t know anything about you.”She blushes again, but holds it together, “Sir, I…”I hold up my finger and she stops. “It’s Greg. Not sir.”She smiles again and emphasizes my name. “No Greg. I’m not swapping you names and addresses.”I smile. “OK, Ma’am.”She giggles again. “OK, I’m officer Peters.”I make a sour face. “Oh come on. How about making this more personal, Miss Peters.”Now she smiles at me. “What do you have in mind?”I put my hand out of the window to shake hers and smile. “Hi, my name is Greg. What’s yours?”She looks at my hand, then my eyes and slowly puts her soft, dainty hand in mine. “Hi Greg, my name is Melisa.”I smile big. “Melisa. You look like a Melisa. A very pretty Melisa.”She giggles, “Not all Melisa’s are pretty?”I make a sour face again. “Oh no.” And shake my head.I still have a hold of her hand and lean out of the window a bit. “I know a few Melisa’s. One particular one is mean, and the other one is ugly. You are neither, but your name fits you.”She smiles and almost giggles again. She tries to pull her hand back from my hand, and I hang on a bit tighter. She jerks it away and I have to chuckle.She looks at me a moment and then asks, “Do you know why I pulled you over?”I smile and nod and she looks at me waiting. “You wanted my name and address.”Now she laughs out and steps back to giggle a bit more. “No silly! I…”I raise my eyebrow again and put up my finger and she stops.I say, “It’s Greg.”She smirks. “No, Greg. That is not why I pulled you over. I pulled you over for not stopping at the stop sign.”I smile. “At least I slowed down so you could see me. That also was incentive to pull me over.” She smiles while writing out the ticket.I look at what she’s doing and ask, “May I offer you a bribe?”She looks at me and waits.I smile. “I’ll buy you a donut. In exchange for my freedom.”She softly giggles and keeps writing.I frown when she says nothing and gives me two pieces of paper. She walks back to her cruiser and I look down at the papers. One is the lousy ticket, and the other has her name and an address on it.It says, ‘Be there in fifteen mins.’I raise my eyebrows and watch as officer Peters speeds past me.I’m smilin’!I go to the address and find it’s a donut shop. I have to laugh at the girl’s thoughts, and I sit in my truck to wait for her.One hour past the time indicated and she has not showed up. I’m disappointed, but not really surprised. Either she was telling me to piss off, or she got called out to another emergency.I’m a bit upset but there’s still time for me to do a bit of shopping for groceries. Bachelor things to do.As I’m walking through the produce aisle I think of her cute giggle. It makes me smile and I sigh and wonder if I will ever see her again.I pay for my stuff and head to my truck. I’m home in twenty minutes and there is a cop car at the front of my driveway. I don’t see it at first, but she recognizes the truck and flashes her lights at me. The first second I think, Oh shit. Now what?As I pull closer to the car I see the sweet girl smiling back at me. She rolls down her window as I do mine.She leans out a bit. “I’m sorry! As soon as I hit the end of the block I was called to a domestic disturbance. I went by the donut shop and saw that you were long gone. Sorry, Greg.”I ask, “When are you off?”She looks at her dash, then back at me. “My lunch is at one, and I’m off at five AM.”“What time did you start?”She giggles, “You were my first stop at nine oh five.”I smile and nod. “Where’s lunch?”She smiles. Ankara bayan escort “In my car, probably.”“So, when would be a good time to get together?”She smiles again. “Breakfast at The Egg House at five thirty. Then I go to bed.”I smile. “By yourself?”She giggles, “Yes, silly.”I make a face again and hold up my finger. She giggles and drives off with the tires slightly squealing as she pulls out.I look in my mirror and chuckle at my luck. Well, not the ticket, but being pulled over by this little cutie. I pull into the underground parking and head up to my apartment with my groceries. I’m still smiling as I strip down and jump into the shower. It’s late enough to head to bed and I think of the little officer out on her rounds all by herself in the big dark city.I sleep well and am up before my alarm goes off. The girl just left an impression on me like no other. Her authority of being a police officer I think has something to do with that. I’m definitely interested.I head out at five fifteen and see that she is not there yet. Well, I’m camping out here until she shows up. I’m going to at least get her phone number this time.Twenty minutes later than me she pulls in. I don’t recognize her as she’s in her own truck. I’m impressed as she slips out of her truck down to the pavement. It’s almost identical to mine at three years old and the same make and model. Hers is red and mine is blue. We even have the same tire package on. They look like twins sitting there together. She smiles as she sees me looking approvingly at the truck.Her character has her almost bouncing into the restaurant. She slows down as she gets closer to the table. I stand up and smile goofily again.She smiles and puts her hand out. “Hi Greg, I’m Melisa. So nice you could make it out this morning.”What a sweetheart.“Hi Melisa. I’m so glad you pulled me over and got my address.”She giggles and indicates she wants to sit facing the door. I’m OK with that and slip in the other side. I see her gun on her belt with a flashlight and taser and other pouches and stuff.I point, “You need all that stuff? How can you chase the bad guys?”She smiles. “What’s for breakfast?”I smile at her direction change. “Eggs, of course.”Just then the waitress comes by and takes our order.I look at her. “So, Officer Melisa Peters, where’s family?”“Just north of here. Same city, different precincts. Daddy and brothers are in the police force up there.”“How many siblings?”“Three.”“Where are you in the pecking order?”She smiles. “Last.”I raise my eyebrows. “What did momma think of her baby following the rest of the family into this career?”She giggles, “My mom, Officer Gloria Peters, assumed that I would follow the rest of the family.”If my eyebrows could hike any farther. “Really? The whole family?”She smiles and nods.I look at her a long time, “Is this where you want to be? In this profession?”Her smile goes down a bit. “It was instilled in us since we were little that the whole family is expected to become cops. Sure, I played with Barbies, but they had police uniforms. Everything was police-based. Everything.”I softly ask again, “Is this what you want to do?”She sighs and looks out the window for a while. She turns and smiles at me. “Yes. Dad would come home with stories of victory in a high-speed chase, or some criminal arrested. It was riveting for me to hear the stories. Then daddy started talking about all the work the cops do, all the crap they deal with. But the good stuff always seemed to outweigh the crap. Sure, I knew about the general consensus of a police officer to the general public, but my mom and dad made it sound so good. To do good in the community, and all that.”She sees I have a question and asks, “Yes?”I smile and shake my head. She won’t let it go.I finally say, “I’m concerned for you.”“Why?”“You are so young, so cute and adorable, and, and, and so, so small. I’m sorry, you’re too cute to be a cop.”She looks at me, almost disappointed.I put my hands on the table and she smirks.I say, “Oh shit. One of those pouches had handcuffs in them, didn’t it.”She smiles and brings up her hands and sets them in mine.She looks up at me. “I know.” Referring to my previous comment, “I’ve heard that before. But this is the first time I heard it from the horse’s mouth. Usually it’s talk behind my back. I appreciate your honest opinion, but you’re full of shit.”My eyes get big and I gasp, then burst out laughing. She pulls one hand back and I hear a snap pop, and she brings out her handcuffs.I growl, “Oh, how exciting.”Now it’s her turn to laugh. We have a good laugh as the meal is set in front of us.She picks up a piece of bacon and giggles as she takes a bite, “I like you. Your openness is refreshing to me. You’re still full of shit, though.”I chuckle as I smother my eggs with ketchup. I look up at her. “When you stepped up to my window I hardly noticed the cop uniform. I saw a sweet goddess come to my door. Your giggle is to die for, Escort bayan Ankara and your smile was on my mind as I fell asleep last night. You are so beautiful.”She again doesn’t know how to comment on my comment. There is a silence, but it’s not awkward to me. She eats and looks at me once in a while.I softly ask, “So, where is your boyfriend?”She looks at me and shakes her head. She’s not going there.I say, “I’m very cautious with very exquisite young ladies. They usually have a following, and are followed even after the boyfriend is established. Does your boyfriend have handcuffs too?”She smirks. “Ex-boyfriend. Yes.”She doesn’t elaborate right now.I chuckle, “Oh no. I hope that’s not a prerequisite for hitting on you.”She smiles. “Try me.”I chuckle, “Oh goodie!”She has her cute giggle again and we continue eating.So far this girl has more than got my attention. I almost think she’s pursuing me as well.We small talk about my family and what I do. I tell her about my dad gone since I was seven and my two younger brothers, and my work as a stock trader.She asks, “How’s that going for you?”I sigh. “It has its ups and downs. I’m on a down right now, and it’s not good. I’m really looking forward to the up coming soon… I hope.”“Any backup career?”I smile. “I’m not telling you what it is, but yes.”Now she’s really interested, but I don’t budge.The plates are cleared off the table and I see the fatigue of the night on her face, even though she’s very happy with the conversation.I smile at her. “Are you sure you will be sleeping alone?”She smirks at me. “If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t get much sleep, would I.”Oh man. That hurt my tent under the table. I groan and she giggles again.She helps me out by asking more about my trading and when my work hours are.“They are pretty much flexible, but I like to look up a few different markets in a day. New York and Toronto are open now as we are on the west coast. Tokyo and Hong Kong will not open for another couple of hours. So any time I can make it work for me.”She smiles. “How about we get together for my breakfast in eight hours? I’ll have a bit more time, and I’m really tired right now.”I smile goofily. “Sure, I would love to do this again. Where?”“When I work nights I have the excuse to have two breakfasts. I enjoy breakfasts the most, so somewhere that serves breakfast all day.”I smile big, “I serve breakfast all day!”She giggles, then says sultrily, “I know where you live.”Shit! That didn’t help with the tent hurting again!She giggles and gets up and with the same sultry voice she leans over to me to say, “You just stay put there as I drive out. I know your condition and want to make it worse before you follow me home.”Now I groan again and she laughs as she heads to the door. I have to chuckle at this sweet police officer that has a clue about a guy and his condition around a very sexy girl like herself. She hops in her truck and is still smiling as I’m watching her through the restaurant front window. She growls her truck to a start and handles it with ease. Probably better driver than I am.She’s looking at me still and a horn honks as she’s not paying attention to where she’s backing up. She almost hits another guy in a car coming into the parking lot. She blushes when she sees me laughing at her. Now the tires chirp as she makes a fast get away from me.I’m having a hard time concentrating on my portfolios as I remember her so cute giggle. I sit back in my office chair and think on the doll. I sure got a good look at the details of her face, and see absolutely nothing flawed on the girl. She would be a perfect face model for cosmetics or hair color and style. I smile at her personality as she was a tease. I had problems and didn’t want to sport my condition and walk out of the restaurant with the girl. I chuckle, although every guy in the place would fully understand why I was in that condition. My god, she’s beautiful.Then I think about the darling coming to my place in three hours, and look around my surroundings. I gasp at the disaster it looks, and only now think I may have a guest for longer than dinner. Or breakfast again for her.I get off my ass and get a load of laundry going, and then start on the kitchen. I load the dishwasher with everything on the counter and get that going on a quick cycle. The bed gets stripped and clean sheets pulled on. I remember my girlfriend from years ago and how she made it a bit more girly with a couple of throw pillows to go with the quilt on the bed. I have no idea if we’ll get that far, but I have to be a good Boy Scout and be ready for anything.I hate vacuuming, but this is an occasion that it gets done. The stupid thing plugs up and now the whole living room has a slight mist of dust on everything as I get excited about the damn thing. Shit, more clean-up.I’m just cleaning up the last of the dust and the doorbell chimes. I look at my watch and see she’s early.I open the door with a big smile and Bayan escort Ankara mom is standing there. Aw shit.“Hi mom, what’s up?”She looks at me. “What? Can’t your mother come and drop off a meal for her son?”She came over from Ukraine when she was twenty and kept her accent strong. She learned English before she came over to America, but her words and inferences have me in stitches as things are interpreted into American English.“Aw ma, bad timing. I met a girl last night and I’m making her breakfast in an hour.”Mom smirks. “Oh?” She’s trying to compute the statement and I don’t expand on it.I reach for the towel-wrapped meal and ask, “What is it?”She pulls it back, “Wait a minute. I have more questions.”“Aw shit ma. I was afraid of that.”Mom smirks, “OK. Talk. Who is it? Where does she work?”I look behind me and see the time. Shit, any minute. Then I look at mom and see Melisa standing there looking so hot. I have to smile at her and that turns mom’s attention to behind her.I smile. “Hi Melisa. Welcome to my home.” She smiles at the lady I’m talking to, and I usher her into my apartment. I close the door on my mom and then think of the meal she had for me.I open the door and reach for the towel-covered meal and try to pull it from under her arm.She releases it and whispers harshly, “Call me tonight!”I’m smiling big and goofy and mom has a little giggle herself.I close the door on mom again and smile at Melisa.She has her first cute giggle for me, “Who was that?”I go to the kitchen and stuff the whole thing in the oven, towel and all. Melisa follows me to the kitchen and leans on the door frame. I look at her and she’s still looking for an answer.I have to chuckle. “That was my nosey mother. Her timing could not have been worse on coming over to bring me a meal. Now she knows something is up with me and a girl. She’s relentless when she wants information.”Melisa softly giggles again. “Aww, that’s so sweet. Your mommy is still bringing you meals.”I look at her and sigh, “Yeah, I guess that’s a way she shows me she still loves me.”I change subjects. “What’s for breakfast? We could do eggs again, or I have pancakes or waffles, or french toast.”She smiles and walks up to me. Again she surprises me with her forwardness and wraps her arms around my waist. I lightly put my arms over her shoulders and look down into her face. Her smile is radiant and I still see no flaws on her beautiful face. I feel her push up as she looks up at me. I think that it’s for a kiss and I lean down a bit. The indication is there when she pushes harder up on her toes to get to my lips.We connect. The kiss starts off slow and soft, but it intensifies right there in the kitchen.She’s breathing heavily as she pulls back. “Anything else on the menu?”I look down at her and see the heat, “Yeah, me.”She starts at my buttons on my shirt and I grip the sides of her t-shirt and pull it out of her tight assed jeans. The shirt comes off and the lacy bra stops me.She looks up at me again. “I told you if I went to bed with someone, I wouldn’t get any sleep.”I kiss her again and she thinks that’s a great idea. We make our way to the bedroom. I yank the quilt, and the pillows go flying off the bed. She’s working on her own jeans and gets them peeled down. The lacy bra matches the lacy panties that crawl way up her hips. I have to stop and admire the little police officer and she has a short giggle. I’m working on my pants now and she steps closer.She doesn’t touch me and looks up from my tented pants. “Oh Greg. Is that what you had problems with this morning?”I make a funny. “Problems? I see no problems.”She softly giggles again and goes for a grab. She’s gentle, but really forward in her actions. She grips and asks as she strokes me, “Is it loaded?”I have to chuckle as she squeaks when I squirt at her good timing of the question.She giggles too and goes for a closer inspection, “Oooo, I think this is the biggest I’ve handled.”I smile and stand up straight and say with a deep voice, “Why thank you, Officer Peters.”She howls, but doesn’t let go. She calms down. “You sound like my watch commander.”I bug out my eyes. “You’ve handled your watch commander like this?”She howls again and slaps my arm. “No! Hell no! You just sounded like him for a moment.”I lean over. “So he’s smaller than me?”She looks at me. “What?”Then she gets it and howls again and slaps my arm harder. “How the hell would I know??”She’s still laughing and I hug the darling. I fiddle with her bra strap. And I see the smile on her cheek when she’s calmed down again.I wait for her to look up at me and she smiles up at me.I softly ask, “May I?”She smiles bigger. “Wow. A gentleman. Yes you may.”I’m a little rusty, and she smiles bigger the more concern I have on my face at my failure.She whispers, “Close your eyes.”I do, and she instructs me, “Put the palm of your hand flat on my back and push your index finger up under the metal clasp.”I do it.“Now put your thumb on one side and your middle finger on the other side on top of the strap. Like you are weaving the strap through your fingers.”I do that now.She smiles at me and I can hear it in her voice as she says, “OK, now the thumb side gets pushed up, and the finger side slips down. But first push your fingers closer together to have the clasp unlatch.”