Simmons

Max's floor boards creaked under the weight of the soles of the shoes that walked over them. Both Walter and Max held very still as they listened, with her keen senses Max could tell it wasn't Cindy, the sound was that of a boot, a size eight by the sound of it; male, medium build.

She got up off Walter rolling him over, "Under the bed, now" she whispered.

Walter grunted as he rolled over trying to get his pants up as he slid under the bed.

The footsteps moved toward the room slowly, and Max quickly pulled on her panties and tank top, then grabbed her jeans, struggling to get the tight pants over her thighs.

Just as she clipped the button close and ruffled up her hair trying to make herself look presentable, the door swung open.

"Hallo again Max" said sergeants Simmons, the cop Max had fucked in the interrogation room last night. He had that huge stupid grin plastered on his face; a plaster was over his broken nose from the punch Max had given him last night, the side of his face still a dark shade of purple.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Max shot at him, shocked to see him in her house.

"I got your address from Jam Pony, your boss, Normal, is it" Anyway, you embarrassed me last night."

He looked around the small room, "Funny, I swore I heard noises coming from the room?."

"You didn't answer my question? Max said trying to distract him.

"You fucked me like some sort of unleashed beast, I blacked out for a few minutes"...

He looked at his uniform over the chair, "Then you had the nerve to steal"...

"Ouch! Fuck!" came the noise from under the bed.

Max eyes shot open, as Simmons gave her a questioning look. He moved to the bed and knelt down...

"Well, well, well."

"Hey Peter" said Walter, rubbing his head, his pants still at his knees.