Yes... the police are already here

As Melissa poses the very question, you see a woman no older than yourself ride up on a bicycle. She has her hair tucked up under a white helmet, and wears running shoes, spandex shorts and a tight golf shirt. You recognize her uniform as that of the volunteer bike patrol unit of the campus police.

"Uh, well, I guess, since she's here," you reply. Melissa turns as the other woman rides up and dismounts from her bike.

"I'm Cadet Caitlyn O'Neill," she says briskly, pulling out her notebook. "Sir, are you the victim of the ****?"

You pause as you admire how flattering the otherwise uninspired uniform is on the young cadet. She seems to sense your appraisal and blushes slightly. "Sir, do you have anything to report?"

"He's apparently a hot commodity!" Melissa volunteers, a devilish smile on her face. "All I know is the girls who want him, want him really bad. I think I know why." Melissa helps you to your feet, your erection still prominent in your pants.

Cadet Caitlyn bites her lip and flips her notebook shut. "Alright, sir, well I just want you to know that, as a patrol woman, I take campus safety very seriously." Caitlyn's right hand rises to her breast and rubs it gently for a moment before retrieving a business card from the pocket in her shirt. "I'd like to give you my card, and I want you to give me a call, anytime, if you have any information, or a tip, for me, would be great..." She flashes her eyes seductively at you as she produces a pen and writes on the back of the card. "Here's my personal cell phone, and my address, if you need it." She hands you the card. You observe she dotted the 'i' in her first name with a cute little heart.