Almost

Pete speeds along on the empty roads. He is nearly at the hospital when his radio crackles.

“Hey Peter, hospital just called in and confirmed they have it under control.”

“I’ll pull in and take a look, Jenn.”

“Alright, be careful. Tonight’s been crazy.”

Peter steps out of the car. The hospital seems quiet. He strolls around the perimeter, heading towards the ER.

His walkie crackles.

Peter we have a domestic disturbance on Elm street. Sounds bad.

“Shit.”

Elm street is across town, only a few streets away from his own. He runs back to the car, flips on the lights and peels out.

He is happy the streets are quiet. It only takes him seventeen minutes to make it back. He pulls into nine Elm street. The house looks quiet enough, but the front door is wide open.

Peter shines his flashlight in the front door. There are muffled screams. He points the flashlight at the source of them.

Sitting in the center of the living room is a woman, gagged and tied to the chair. Peter draws his gun. He steps inside and sees no one. He carefully walks to the woman. He rips off the gag.

“Thank you, officer! Be careful I think she’s still here.”

Peter cuts ropes that tie her to the chair. As she stands, Peter notices how gorgeous she is. She is wearing a tight black dress that molds to impressive curves. Her face is pale and pretty and her hair is black as night.

She grabs him around the back and to his surprise, kisses him on the lips. Her tongue probes his mouth and her large breasts with erect nipples mash against his chest.

He pulls back.

“Thank you! You’re my hero!”

The kiss leaves Peter with a metallic aftertaste in his mouth.

“Ok, let’s get you out of here.”

“Leaving so soon?”

Peter spins and points his gun. Standing there is Sara Jean.

“Hi sweetie.”

Peter suddenly sees the mother-daughter resemblance.

“What the hell? Sara Jean, calling in a fake nine one one call is a crime.”

“I know, Mister Ashton. I just needed to see you again.”

“Where’s Becky?”

“She’ll be along in a minute. She’s just in with my dad.”

“I don’t know what you’re trying to do here, but I’m going to let you off with a warning.”

“Just a warning, Mister Ashton? I’ve been a very naughty girl.”

Peter is flabbergasted. Then the strangest thing happens. He hears a little voice whispering to him.

She wants to fuck you.