Bert gets a call

The Sheriffs car is a Ford Superduty. There's a mossburg shotgun in a mount between the passenger and driver's side. There's a tuffbook laptop mounted to the dashboard. There's a CB and police radio. A radar gun. All sorts of cop shit. Annie is used to all of this. Bert has driven her to school lots of times.

His youngest daughter, Annie has changed Bert's preconceived notions about jocks and nerds.

Annie is a midfielder on the varsity lacrosse team. She can be quick and brutal on the field. She packs a lot of punch for such a small frame. She has a firm, toned athletic and petite body. The constant running as middie give her great stamina and endurance and she spends many of her Saturday mornings running 10Ks and is preparing to run the Capital City Marathon this fall.

She worries sometimes that her athletic activity has caused her to have smallish B-Cup breasts but she's unaware that there is a whole group of boys that go to the girl's lacrosse games just to watch her wonderful ass. And they love it when they get to watch her lay big hits on other girls.

But she's also very smart. She's easily maintaining a 4.0 GPA and is a starring member of the Matheletes team.

Set to graduate next month, Annie has already accepted a full scholarship offer to Ivy University.

Bert and Emily are about halfway to Flint Hill High School when the police radio starts to crackle... "Sheriff Amos...? You out there?" comes Emily, the dispatcher's voice.

Bert picks up the mic and answers, "Amos."

"Sheriff, they say they got an emergency at the Thompson farm." Emily came back on the radio.

"What they got Em?"

"Well... they say they think they got hit by a missile... I don't know what's happening..."