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"Hey Charles." Charlotte steps out of her sheet and stands naked.

Everyone in the room stares at her.

Well, it's understandable. She's a hot little number. While she doesn't have much in the chest department, she's got all of the rest of her curves and, if you like short women, which you do, her barely five feet in stature doesn't hurt any. Her dark hair contrasts with her pale skin and the pink of her nipples also stands out in high contrast. A part of you wishes you'd never agreed to the crazy plan to get your girls a few free drinks while another part figures the gift of Charlotte's virginity and lovemaking is worth getting shot for.

You wouldn't have expected her own father to be staring at her in that way, though, but parental relations don't seem to break the nude-girl-gotta-watch reflex.

"Look at my thighs, Charles," she says. "Do you see the blood on them? Know what that means? I'm not a virgin any more. I'm off limits to a guy like you who needs everything so pure and sweet and... well, inexperienced enough that we think whatever tiny twig you sport is actually the real thing. So..."

Charles growls and starts to swing his pistol from you to Charlotte... which is when you make your move. You step into him and **** his arm up.

You'd hoped that the elbows you'd sent into his ribs would make him weak but it didn't work that way. Even with both of your arms pushing, you barely raise his arm at all.

"Not so tough now that you don't have me by surprise," Charles growls.

"Uh, officers," you say. "Rather than stand there and stare at the girl, you might help me disarm this man."

"Seems to me he has you dead to rights," one of the cops says. "Some punk bangs my chick, I'd shoot him too."

"Not that we can blame you for wanting that hot ass," another cop adds. Blame or not, he isn't doing anything to stop Charles from leveling the gun... with his aim right back at you.

Damn, were they living in the seventeenth century?

"Oh, screw this." Charlotte sneaks under where you and Charles are wrestling for the gun, crouches down, and punches Charles in the balls.

All of a sudden, Charles is writhing on the floor, you're holding the gun, and all of the cops are pointing their weapons at you.

"Put the weapon down," one of the cops commands.

"Yes, sir." You gently lay it on the sheetless bed.

"Sir," the cop says. "You are under arrest for possession of an unlicensed weapon, for interference between a man and his fiancee, and statutory ****."

"But--"

"Cuff him," the cop who seems to be in charge orders.