Evelyn cracks the case. Spencer cracks a stiff one.

As Sheriff’s Deputy Evelyn pulled up the driveway to Spencer's she felt a current of excitement coursing through her body. She put it down to a combination of two things. The first was purely professional. Several years on the job had inured her to **** and its associated elements. A skeleton could be shocking to another person but to her it represented a chance for recognition and career advancement. The second reason was a more personal nature. This was the second time in less than a week she had driven out here, the last time she had witnessed Spencer’s most magnificent cock in all its glory when his robe had come open quite accidentally. Evelyn knew she should be concentrating on the serious and professional nature of her job right now but still she couldn’t get the image of Spencer’s dick out of her mind.

Rolling up in her squad car, Evelyn found Spencer and John Monaghan waiting for her next to an excavator and some mounded-up piles of dirt. So, this was how they had discovered it. If the body was as old as Spencer had said it was it would have been there before he came to Avonwick and there was no way he could have been involved in its placement. He most certainly wouldn’t have gone digging it up afterwards too.

Evelyn slide her baton back into the loop on her belt as she got out of the car. Spencer and John approaching her vehicle.

“Thank you for coming so quickly,” Spencer told her with some considerable relief.

“Of course, Spencer. I shouldn’t say anytime for this sort of thing but, anytime,” Evelyn said to him. She recognised the other man from a construction company in Avonwick but had never spoken to him before. Spencer making the introductions official.

“And it’s over here in the hole?” Evelyn asked as Spencer walked her through exactly how they’d come to discover the skeleton.

Spencer nodded, giving her a location as about a couple of foot around the side of an underground still they had found.

Evelyn told them to wait there as she pulled out a flashlight from her belt and descended down the steps of the earthen works excavation. Shining the light Evelyn was able to make out the old tarnished cooper still and broken mason jars just as they had and being careful not to touch anything important, the white bones of a skeleton. Taking in the condition of the still and the likely age as being back during the prohibition era, Evelyn had a hunch forming that it was much older than the twenty year or so years Spencer had said.

Evie recalled back to the time she had visited the Buster Solomon Prohibition Museum in Avonwick that was dedicated to the town’s famous bootlegger by the same name. He’d been killed in a shoot out with the FBI at his farm house but the whereabouts of his brother Merl and his stilling operation had never been discovered. This could be it! The assumption had always been that Merl hadn’t been there the day his brother was killed and had fled town after his ****. If this was true Evelyn had likely solved a missing persons case and cracked a town legend all in one!

Coming up out of the hole, Evelyn would need to call it in and get specialised teams out here first but still she was feeling beside herself with glee. It was normal police procedure to keep lines of inquiry to themselves so she couldn’t very well tell Spencer what she was thinking but still he didn’t have anything to worry about. She should let him know that at the very least.

“John, you’ve never been to this house until the previous week so your free to go. Just leave the digger here for now as it will be considered evidence if only for a short while,” Evelyn told John Monaghan. In truth he could have stayed but Evelyn wanted Spencer to herself for a short while at least. John took a few moments to collect his things from the operator’s seat of the piece of machinery before he left in the truck he used to tow it here. Alone Spencer and Evelyn went inside the house to go through what the next stages of the investigation would be. With her mind rushing with endorphins at have solved the case she thought, Evelyn found she was wondering back to Spencer’s big cock in her mind again and again. Was there a way she could see it again perhaps?

“Now Spencer I’ll have to call this through to my colleagues but as the property owner you’ll have to come down to the station and answer a few questions. Nothing formal but to help us with our background work,” Evelyn told the man she found just so devilishly handsome right about now.

“Absolutely! Whatever I can do to help you I’ll do,” Spencer said openly. He was thoroughly innocent of anything and more than happy to help Evelyn with her investigation.

“Now before they arrive, I can just give you a pat down to make sure you’re not carrying any concealed weapons,” Evelyn thought she was being cute and playful calling back to slipping Spencer her number on a concealed carry permit.

Spencer didn’t make the connection or notice the fact that Evelyn hadn't even called her partners yet so why would she be needing to pat him down. “Sure,” Spencer said as he stood up and held his arms out to the side.

Evelyn’s blood had started to pulse through her ears as she stepped up to Spencer and placed her hands on his shoulders. They were strong and well build. Spencer obviously maintained himself very well. She ran her hands out to his palms and then down the side of his flat and tight stomach. No fat on him at all. Telling him to turn around, Evelyn swallowed deeply as she stepped up close to Spencer, smelling the earthy scent on him from the hole. She briskly patted his back wanting to get to something else. Finally, she touched his hips before reaching a hand around to rest on top of Spencer’s cock through his pants.

“What’s this?” Evelyn asked as she squeezed and felt the cock she’d been thinking of almost ever since Spencer had rung her just before and the days since seeing it.

“Evelyn! I, I,” Spencer stammered.

“Don’t make me get my gun out!” Evelyn thought Spencer was playing along with her, in truth he was petrified.

Reaching into the waistband of the thankfully stretched trousers, Evelyn put her hand into Spencer’s boxers and touched his cock. Flesh on flesh. Spencer gasping as she started to stroke his cock for him from behind. Evelyn could feel as Spencer started to harden and swell from the ministrations of her hand. He grew to the most impressive size and thickness. Evelyn’s finger tips and thumb unable to touch Spencer was that thick. She wanted to suck him. Feel that delicious thickness in her mouth.

Turning Spencer around she looked up at him expecting to see lust in his. Not fright.

“Spencer… Oh… Wait! Did you think I was serious?!” Evelyn gasped when she realised, he hadn’t known what she was doing.

“Umm. Kinda,” he admitted.

“Oh Fuck! God! Please forgive me! I thought because of the other day and, you know, giving you my number on the concealed carry permit, we were flirting and you were playing along. Shit, Spencer you have nothing to worry about. I know whose skeleton that is. Its some old bootlegger’s brother from 100 years ago. Oh my God! I was just about to suck your cock!” Evelyn closed her face in shame and embarrassment. What was about to be the best day of her career was instead going to be her last when Spencer reported her for this.

Spencer understood almost immediately what Evelyn had thought he’d understood about the hidden weapon. He had to admit it had started to feel pretty damn good Evelyn stroking his cock once he’d got over the fright and was starting to enjoy it. Maybe it was the shock of finding the skeleton or how close he’d come to doing something with Jessica the other day but right now Spencer wanted the deputy on her knees with his dick in her mouth. The women of Avonwick continuously throwing themselves at him weakened his resolve to be a good upstanding man all the time. There was no possible way she could ever tell anyone about this.

“You still could…” Spencer said.