Trespasser

The nature reserve on the ocean side has been closed for over three weeks now as the EPA takes their time cleaning the beach of a minor oil spill. Unfortunately, it's the height of the summer season, and do to its popularity with tourists and locals alike, the park service as been having a hard time keeping trespassers away, so they called the local police for help, and your chief as assigned you to the task.

Having the main parking lot roped off and keeping the beech clear is the easier part. The big problem is the maze of running paths that run through the groves and woods surrounding the beach. Joggers, especially from the local college down the road which is in the middle of its summer semester, continue to use the paths, even with the numerous signs you have had posted. Even worse, some of the players from the college's football team have turned it into a game, making it a challenge to see if they can avoid the "monster in the maze", in another words, you.

When some uptight visiting bureaucratic from the EPA complains, however, the crap hits the fan. The chief, a crusty old cop who has never liked any under forty, and who has a particularity beef about the college, launches into you. He really blows up over your suggestion that their "only college kids running" and the difficultly about chasing athletic twenty year olds through a wooded maze. Pounding on his desk, while spitting every swear word imaginable, the chief summarily orders you to make an example of the next "punk" you come across, no excuses, since it's the only message "this generation" will understand.

The next morning while paroling the paths you hear a voice around a corner of a thick grove of trees. Going silent, you check your handcuffs, and though it goes against your instincts, you ready your taser. The chief might be overreacting, but your reputation, and maybe even your job, is on the line. Creeping forward you peer around the corner and see the path open up to a small wooden fence and the beach beyond.

The trespasser isn't a football player, however, but an incredibly shapely coed. Toned, curvy and busty, her sports bra and tiny running shorts are more a bikini than athletic attire. She sits on the fence counting out vertical leg crunches, completely unaware of your presence.