Take a number

You walk in, the hustle and bustle of the place rather intimidating and you almost decide to leave but instead walk up to the desk and are told to take a form and start filling it out, you will be called up when an officer is ready to take your statement.

Filling out the form is simple enough then you are escorted back after an hours wait and sit at a desk of a guy who looks overworked and hardened to most stories he probably hears day in and day out.

Taking your paperwork he reads it and then looks up at you.

"So you are saying you were **** by someone you do not know, you were taken to a place you have never been. Then they cut you and put a bomb inside you that will go off if you do not have sex every 12 hours?" he says giving you that yeah right look.

"That is right officer." you say trying not to get angry.

He takes the note and tells you to come with him. He walks back into the back and down a hallway with you in tow. Pushing open a door marked Detective, he introduces you to a brunette with a bob cut and what looks very efficient movement to her. She has average tits showing through the white blouse and she looks you up and down then motions to a chair.

"You are never going to believe this one." he tells her as if you are not even there and then fills her in on all the details.

"Hey, if that story works it is original." she says looking at you. "You are not a bad looking sort, why the elaborate story?" she asks.

Standing up you yank your shirt up showing the stitches. "This is not some stupid story." you say to her.

"Get the camera." she tells the other officer. When he leaves she looks you over and comes around you notice the black skirt, zipper on the side, nylons matching her basic coloring. "How long you got?" she asks motioning to the watch on your wrist.

Looking at it you see you have nine and one half hours and tell her so.

"This is what we will do." she says with a smile. "We are going to get your photo and then you will take us to where you came to so we can process it. You will go home and hold tight until then."

"Yes mam." you say and then you see the officer come in again and you lift your shirt for a photo and are quickly ushered out the door at the back into a dark car. The three of you go to where you direct them and she calls for techs to come over and process the place you came to in.

After that you are taken home and notice you only have six hours left. Time sure does seem to be flying. They explain to your wife what is going on and to take this threat seriously.

She glares because she knows somehow you got off without her help and nods as they leave.

Once they are gone she tells you good luck and you see the bags as she takes them and leaves.

You do your best to explain it is not some kind of weird sick joke but she is not listening as she drives off.

Standing there you look around the neighborhood and see several people watching.

There is that nosy biddy across the street and she just smiles smugly at you. There is your next door neighbor who has always hinted she is available and there is the young girl down the street on her bike looking at you strangely as you go back inside the house.

Time ticks by and your worries grow and then there is a knock on the door, who is it?