Tuesday, August 08, 2006
New Beginning 55
Ring of Fire
If Tommy Barrett didn’t stop trying to look down her top, she was going to smack him. Gun or no gun.
Fortunately for him, being stuck in the back of the police cruiser severely limited her maiming options, for now. Trixie puckered her lips in annoyance; Tommy had never been one for subtle hints.
“You comfortable back there?” she could hear the smirk behind the words. From experience she knew that reasoning with him wouldn’t work; this situation called for desperate measures.
With a silent prayer to whatever deity was listening, she wet her lips and pulled what she hoped looked like a sexy pout. “What if I promised to behave myself?” This time… she added under her breath.
“No freaking way sweetheart.” Grinning, he checked his cell phone for the twentieth time.
With a hiss of frustration, she slumped back on the hard seat. Flirting was not going to work; Tommy was dreaming if he thought he’d get to see any more skin. It was time to try a new tactic.
Officer Tommy Barrett squirmed uncomfortably in the driver's seat of the cruiser. He lifted himself up a few inches to relieve pressure. That helped, but that tramp in the back seat, Trixie, didn't like it. That skank thinks I'm trying to check out her cleavage in the rear-view mirror! he laughed inwardly.
He wasn't sure if it was last-night's chili-pepper doritos or this morning's breakfast burrito that was ruining his day. All he knew was that his anus was aflame with the notorious "Ring of Fire."
Continuation: Dave Conifer