Try to disarm her

In all of his years of law enforcement, Frankie had dealt with all kinds, from sociopaths to meth heads, and he'd come to recognize the signs of someone who was spinning out of control. Susan Jefferson, once one of his most trusted deputies, had become a danger to society. It was something you could see in their eyes.

"Look, Jefferson, let's talk about this," Frankie said. "Don't you have a boyfriend?"

"Yeah, I'm home with the fucking flu and he's at work," she said. "I need a dick to satisfy me and ai need it now. I don't have time to wait until he gets off work. I need to get off NOW!"

Frankie took advantage of her outburst and rushed her, sweeping up with arms and knocking her service weapon out of her hands. He tried to tie her up in a grapple and take her to the ground, but as he tried he felt her teeth sink into his neck.

"What the fuck!" he yelled.

Now it was the sheriff who was caught off guard and Deputy Jefferson lept at him. He stumbled backwards, tripped over a rug and landed hard on his back, the wind knocked out of him. She came down straddling him and pinned his arms to the ground.

She was deceptively strong.

"Oh...you like it rough," she squeeled. "I told you that you wanted it. I can already feel you getting hard."

She was right. He couldn't help it.