Back to Tiffany's place

Detective Grunson met Rick as he emerged from Marsha's basement. "Took you long enough."

"Yeah, those apps are complicated. Especially when most of the work is done in the cloud."

Grunson seemed to think that made sense, which was just as well from Rick's perspective. He didn't want to get into the price he'd 'paid' to get Marsha's help.

"Detective O'Sullivan asked me to drop you off at her place," Grunson allowed. "You ready to go or do you have some other chicks you need to bone here first?"

Okay, maybe Grunson was more observant than Rick had given him credit for. "

"There was a sort of hot Hispanic-looking woman helping out with Sergeant Mendez."

Grundy glared at him for a moment then broke into a laugh. "You know there is no Sergeant Mendez, right?"

"Huh?"

"It's a game we play with assholes who have political power. We give them someone we call Mendez, they call the City Manager and he tells us to fire Mendez, so we say we have. And I'm going to pretend you didn't say anything about Lupe. She's a nice girl and definitely doesn't need anything to do with you."

Lupe. Rick would remember that name and the beautiful bubble-butt who belonged to it. He'd also remember that Grunson seemed possessive of her which made him wonder why the detective hadn't asked her out... or maybe he had.

"In that case, I'm ready to go," Rick admitted.

"So," Grunson said as he drove an unmarked SUV through the streets of McKinney. "How did you thaw the ice queen?"

"Jeez, that's the same question Marsha asked. She's not an ice queen, she's a woman who works in a sexist environment who's had to build up some shields against all of the bullshit she gets for being an attractive woman in a world where attractive women are seen as sex objects rather than intelligent contributing members of society."

"You gave her that libertard line and she fell for it?"

"You know, Grunson, if you thought of women as people rather than pussies with bodies attached, you might score a little more often. Just saying."

"I want advice from a douche like you, I'll ask for it."

"Sorry. I was pretty sure you did ask. My bad."

Which pretty much ended the conversation although Rick did thank Grunson when he pulled up in front of Tiffany's house. Grunson just grunted in return and peeled out of the driveway, nearly sideswiping a couple of passing vehicles.

Naturally Nicki met Rick before he'd even made it halfway up the walkway to the front door. "Did you get it? Can we go?"

"I've got it."

"I'm going to suck your dick so hard you're going to think it's gone through a wringer."

He laughed. "Somehow that didn't come out as sexy as you probably meant. If you're ready, let's go on in. You can lay down on a bed, and I'll try to adjust you back toward normal. It'll take as long to undo the damage as it did to do it, so don't get too impatient with your clothes wringer stuff."

"Got it, boss."

He glanced out the sliding glass doors as they walked through Tiffany's living room... and spotted the women skinny-dipping in Tiffany's pool. The temptation to ditch Nicki and join the others was strong.

"Come on." Nicki dragged on his arm. "I can give you eighteen-year-old pussy rather than ancient pussy like those others."

Ancient? He didn't think so. Still, he'd promised to help Nicki and he intended to follow through, regardless of the personal sacrifice. Admittedly it didn't hurt that he'd gotten laid a few minutes earlier and had high hopes for the rest of the day.

Nicki walked into one of Tiffany's spare bedrooms, stripped off all of her clothes, then lay on the top of a bed, her legs spread, looking exactly like a twelve-year-old girl who wanted to get laid.

"I'm going to start the adjustment," Rick said. "This will not be comfortable. Are you ready?"

"Ready," she said.

He opened the app and started moving the adjustable parameters a fraction of the way toward normal.

Nicki screamed.