Spencer the Masseur

Back home, Spencer daydreamed about having Evelyn in her arms. Having her tongue wrestle around with his as they kissed, and having her hand massage his thigh as it did during the massage. That's when Spencer decided on a plan: He was sure that Evelyn wouldn't say no to a massage, and if last time was any indication, she'd be more than willing to escalate things.

Spencer could barely contain himself on Wednesday. As soon as he got home, he texted Evelyn: 'how do you feel about a massage today instead of coffee?'

'hmmm, don't know if we'll have enough time...'

'what time do you get off?'

'230 if Im lucky'

Spencer knew that meant they'd have about an hour of time, if possible. 'So if you don't fall into cowshit?'

'-_- I'll never hear the end of that. anyway gtg cute butt'

Spencer felt some disappointment in Evelyn's answer, but concluded that it'd be a good excuse to do some research to perfect his touch. He wanted to make sure the first woman he had touched in six years had as good of an experience as he did. As he Googled away, he decided that he'd need some massage oil to give Evelyn the full experience. On the way to the chemist, Spencer wondered what kind of smells she'd like, but soon came to the conclusion that so long it wasn't farmhouse and cow poo, she won't protest much.

During the afternoon, Evelyn pulled up at her latest call, a break and entry at a trailer park. She saw Sergeant Barnes talking to a witness who he towered over. Whilst the balding bear of a man might appear intimidating at first, his broad smile and easy-going attitude often put people at ease. As Evelyn got behind him, Barnes said "Deputy Brown."

Evelyn did her best to not tell Barnes to fuck himself. "Sarge?"

"We think he's in that trailer there." Barnes said, pointing to a trailer on the left. "Hasn't been occupied for about a year."

"Right, he still in there?"

"Don't know, only just got here."

"Well, I'm with you. Let's go."

Barnes nodded. Evelyn drew her Glock 22 handgun as she followed Barnes towards the trailer. Next, she looked to the door, wondering what awaits her behind the door. It could be anything from a kid having some fun to some coked-up lunatic out for blood. As she approached the trailer, Barnes said "I'll go right."

"Got it."

Before opening the door, Barnes shouted "Sheriff's Department, open up!"

Evelyn took a deep breath as they receive no reply. Barnes then throws the door open, and entered right. Evelyn followed, moving left, and activating the light attached to her pistol, illuminating the cob-webbed covered side of the dilapidated trailer. She also noticed a broken window. "Think our perp made his escape this way."

"Yeah we're clear here."

Evelyn looked out the window, and to the nearby treeline. "This is Bravo 121 to Dispatch, I need a K-9 Unit out here in Avonwick Trailer Park."

After a sigh, Evelyn realized her work day just got a lot longer.

Spencer saw Evelyn outside of Carter JHS, still wearing her uniform, plus a weary look on her face. "Hey Spence."

"Hey, how come you didn't text back?"

"Didn't have the time."

"It's fine Evelyn, just wanted to check up on you."

"Thanks."

"Well, maybe tomorrow will work out?"

"I hope so."

Spencer could tell Evelyn meant it. She looked **** for another break, a break he was more than happy to give her.