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Clete decided to stop for a sandwich. It was 7:30 in the evening and he had
been hungry for an hour. The downtown area was suffering from urban decay,
but there were several delicatessens Clete liked in the area. The one on B
street always seemed to make outstanding sandwiches so Clete pulled in
there.

Inside the rock music was blasting from the stereo. There was only one other
customer in the whole place. There were two college age girls looking quite
bored behind the counter, and a guy at the end making sandwiches..

Clete looked sharp. He was wearing a brand new uniform. He always had his
uniforms tailored so they looked just right. Although a month shy of his
41'st birthday, Clete's hair was still thick and dark. His body showed just
a hint of a belly, but otherwise he looked very fit. With yesterday's
haircut and today's shoe shine, Clete looked sharp.

Clete looked at the two girls at the counter. The taller of the two was an
absolute attention-grabber. She had thick dark brown hair, blue eyes, and a
tight T shirt that showed off her flat abdomen and breasts which were
noteworthy for size, shape and firmness (Clete loved to categorize his
thoughts). In fact Clete focused so much on her, that he didn't even notice
the other girl.

He ordered his sandwich and a cup of coffee. While waiting he struck up a
conversation with the girls. They seemed quite friendly and a bit taken by
his appearance. Clete focused his attention on the taller one, almost
ignoring the other (a move he would later regret). Clete fantasized in his
mind what it would be like to hold her in his arms, to feel her waist, her
hips, her smooth skin, and her firm full breasts. In his mind he featured
her open response to his masculine touch. He admired her beauty and her
youth. The mental picture was growing into a full-blown X-rated fantasy when
he was startled by the radio on his belt squawked, "7 Adam 23, 25, 27 and 29
you are all clear for Code-7". Clete said, "7 Adam 29, 10-4" into the radio.
He then told the girls it was time for him to go eat. He paid for his food,
then drove away in his black-and-white to go enjoy his meal.

Clete returned to the deli several times in the next month. Each time he
hoped the taller one would wait on him. He learned her name was Marianne. As
he spoke with Marianne he realized she was extremely immature. He decided
not to ask her out, even though her appearance was outstanding. He was twice
her age and their worlds were too far apart. It was clear from the look on
Marianne's eye that she was just waiting for Clete to ask her out. Clete's
trips to the deli became less frequent, after he gave up on Marianne without
even one date.

One night Clete had to work overtime. Several of the guys on the late night
shift had called-in sick with the flu. Clete made a stop at the deli at 11
P.M. for a cup of coffee to carry him through the late hours. Marianne
wasn't there, but the other girl was. She told him Marianne had quit,
dropped-out of college and moved away.

Clete realized he had never known her name. They spoke briefly while he got
his coffee. He asked her name. She said it was Becky. Becky had thick, curly
dark brown hair and green eyes. She was about 5'1", and thin build,
bordering on too-thin. Clete guessed she weighed 90 lbs. She had small
breasts and a nicely curved butt, shown off by her jeans. Clete hadn't even
given her a thought while noticing Marianne. Now he looked and decided her
appearance was so-so. At 6'3, he felt he was too tall, etc., etc.

A couple weeks later Clete was on patrol when he received a call of a
disturbance at the B Street Deli. Dispatch assigned the call to 7 Adam 29,
Clete.

Clete liked working downtown, even though the area had lots of problems. It
certainly wasn't the kind of area where most people would want to live.

Clete arrived before the back-up officer. He went inside and saw that a
crazed looking man was knocking things down, screaming nonsense, and
creating quite a mess. Clete had a lot of experience talking to crazies, and
felt real confident about this one. Clete spoke with the man for about 10
minutes. Clete was able to persuade the man to surrender, and to get into
the black-and-white for the ride to the mental health hospital. Clete was
able to do it all without any struggle. Clete didn't even notice Becky was
watching him intently during the whole episode.

After Clete had the man secured in the patrol car, he returned inside and
asked who had phoned for the police. Becky said she was the one. Clete
welcomed the chance to speak with her. He enjoyed taking her statement but
found himself asking irrelevant questions, just to prolong the conversation
with her. After concluding the interview of Becky, he took the man to the
hospital.

Later that night Clete was driving past a coffee house. It was a place
frequented by young people. Clete didn't go in there because he felt too
old, and besides he didn't understand all the varied flavor drinks they
served. To Clete all that mattered was "black coffee". As Clete drove by he
saw a number of people outside. In that group he saw Becky. He also saw a
man he had arrested several times. This was the kind of guy who hated
anybody wearing a dark blue uniform. Clete couldn't resist the temptation.
He stopped to talk to Becky. That way this man couldn't help but seeing the
smiles and friendly conversation. Clete fancied this as a real feather in
his cap because he got to speak with Becky and do a bit of one- upsmanship
with his former arrestee.

Becky told Clete she was going to college to become a psychologist. She was
fascinated by the way he had spoken to the crazy man in the deli earlier.
Clete and Becky talked about ways of conversing with disturbed persons.
Then, just as Clete was enjoying the conversation and thinking it could
develop into something, 7 Adam 29 received a radio call and had to leave.

Two days later Clete came to work absolutely wiped-out. He had worked
overtime the night before, then gotten up early and spent the whole day in
court. Now he felt like going to bed, but still had to work his swing shift.
He parked his shiny Porsche at the employee lot at the station. He then
walked over to B Street to get a large coffee. When he came out of the deli,
Becky was leaving, too. It was payday and she had stopped in to get her
check.

"Clete, You looked wiped--out", she said.

"I am." was about the best reply he could offer.

"Just get off from work?" she asked.

"I start in 20 minutes", he answered. "In fact I've got to walk up to the
station now."

"I live just two blocks past the station," Becky said.

"You're welcome to walk with me". Clete offered, suddenly realizing how much
he was hoping she would accept the offer. He was pleased when she accepted
his offer. Clete was amazed that she lived in this part of town. "Why would
anybody this bright live here?" he thought to himself.

As they walked, she talked about her college classes. He was too tired to
listen, but pretended to pay attention. Then Becky grabbed his attention by
saying,

"How about if I make dinner for you tonight?"

Clete said he would love that, but he could never be sure when he would get
his meal break. Becky said she would wait up so he could drop by whenever he
got the break.

At 7:30 it was past time for him to eat. The dispatcher wouldn't clear him
to eat because there were only 4 cars available for calls in that sector.
All Clete could think about was getting that meal break, and getting to
Becky's place.

By 8 P.M. there were 7 cars in the sector but they were getting radio calls,
so he couldn't stop to eat. Clete could have cared less about going to calls
and serving the public. His mind was on Becky 100%.

Finally at 8:45 the city quieted down a bit and 7 Adam 29 was clear for
code-7. Clete drove towards the address Becky had given. He parked in front
of a run down house that looked about 75 years old. He parked in front and
walked up the driveway to the in-law type cottage behind. He was really
thinking with his hormones, because better judgment wouldn't have allowed
him to leave his police car unattended in a neighborhood like this where it
would be subject to vandalism.

As Clete walked up the way he remembered the shorts Becky had been wearing
when they walked from the deli earlier. She truly had a great butt. He also
thought of the tight fitting French-cut T shirt that showed her petite
features to advantage.

Clete thought nothing of it when his highly polished boots walked across the
sagging deck boards to Becky's front door. As he knocked on her door, some
of the paint peeled off and flaked away.

When Becky answered he felt nothing but disappointment. The shorts and T had
been replaced by tattered sweat pants and an oversized T shirt in need of
laundering. Unlike Clete's neatly appointed condo, this place was furnished
in Salvation Army style. Clete was sure she hadn't paid over $200 to
decorate the entire place.

She welcomed him in and sat him down at the table. She served a pasta dinner
which Clete considered somewhat above average, but definitely not great.
They talked during the dinner of their common desires to help people. Clete
liked the dinner, but enjoyed Becky's company even more than the food. As
she turned around when clearing the table Clete noticed a substantial hole
in the rear of her sweat pants. "No underwear", he said to himself. "Maybe
this won't be so bad."

Clete admired Becky's self-sufficiency. She had her own meager home, and was
paying for college on her salary from the part-time job at the deli. Not
bad. Also, as they spoke, Clete noticed Becky seemed to have an unusually
high level of social insight for a person half his age.

After dinner, Becky said,

"It's time for desert. want some?"

Clete looked at his watch. There were only 8 minutes left of his half hour
lunch break. Damnit!!!! How could the precious minutes slip away so quickly?
No way was he ready to leave. Could he stretch it beyond the 30 minutes
without the Sergeant finding out???? No, he couldn't push it. This was the
same sergeant who covered for Clete four times last month when Clete was
late for work because his Porsche wouldn't start. He owed the Sergeant. He
had to get back on the street on-time.

"What's for desert?" Clete asked.

"You." Becky said.

Becky leaned over and kissed Clete. She started running her hands over
Clete's legs. When her hand passed over his balls a few times he gave-in. He
undid his gun belt and dropped it to the floor. She unzipped his pants and
pulled them down.

Becky stoked Clete's cock from outside the underwear a few times. That's
something that always made Clete rock hard. Next she pulled down his
underwear and kissed the side of his temporary stiffness gently once as she
gently stroked his balls.. She held up a condom and said, "safety first,
officer". She opened the wrapper and slipped the condom onto his shaft.

Clete was in stress. He knew he had to be back out on the street in four to
six minutes or so, but he was as horny as could be. He wanted her so much he
could die for her. Becky sensed delight that she had him in a pickle. Here
was this big, strong, powerful street cop and for at least the moment, she
held the power. She began a process of tickling his balls while sucking on
his dick. She continued to such while running her hands all over his legs,
balls and ass. Clete's mind raced a mile a minute, between Becky's beauty,
the wonderful sensations he was feeling, her youthfulness, enthusiastic
sucking, and his fleeting lunch break, and his supervisor. Becky had all the
right moves, and she won out. Clete shot a healthy wad into the condom.

Just as Clete's orgasm subsided he heard the sound of the radio, "7 Adam 29,
what is your status?" Clete hurriedly answered and got dressed. Becky took
some amusement at Clete's predicament. He knew it was tasteless to run out
the door 90 seconds after a fuck, but he had no choice.. Still he wanted
more. He realized he hadn't even gotten started before he was done. He
wanted to hold Becky in his arms. Hell, he hadn't even seen her naked,
hadn't felt her breasts, and what about that gorgeous ass? Clete wanted
more, much more. Leaving was tearing him up inside. Clete kissed Becky and
excused himself. As he approached the door, Becky said,

"Clete, what time does your shift end?"

"Midnight, if there's no overtime", said Clete.

"Ever hear the Motel 6 ad?" asked Becky.

"Sure, what of it?" asked Clete, puzzled.

"I'll leave the light on for you," said Becky with a knowing smile on her
face.