I kissed Jackie and gave her nice bottom a little squeeze. She slapped my hand and giggled, "You go to work. I have things to do today."
I probably had things to do also; I just didn't know what they were yet, and wouldn't until I'd checked in with Sarah, my secretary. Somedays, the job as sheriff of Buck Lick, Tennessee can be a little boring, and other days...well, my job had gotten a lot more interesting since Dwight came back home.
I started the patrol car and headed over to the town hall. The fire siren announced that it was seven just as I turned onto Main Street.
Buck Lick hasn't changed much since I was growing up here. Harry was unlocking the door to the hardware store as I drove by. He waved, then opened the door and went in. He'd be making coffee in another couple of minutes. I'd have to remember to stop in for a cup.
Next door was Watson's, the grocery store. Old Cyrus wouldn't be arriving until about nine, but Janey was just walking up to the door. Janey loved short skirts and I loved Janey in them. She had great legs and a tight little ass that got her more than her fair share of whistles. I'd dated Janey while we were in college together, and those long legs had been wrapped around my waist more than once. She'd ended up marrying one of the local farm boys, but she still liked me. When she saw the car, she waved and then pursed her lips into a kiss. If Danny was getting from those lips what she'd given me, he was a very lucky guy.
The bank, Mabel's Dry Goods, Sam's barbershop, and most of the other businesses would be closed until eight, so there weren't many people around. There were only two other cars parked at the town hall, the squad car Jerry, my night deputy, drove and Sarah's red Miata.
Sarah was all business, as usual.
"Just two calls so far. Mrs. Jacob's dog ran away again, and Wanda Wimsey want's you to come out and arrest Flossie. Does she really believe Flossie is a prostitute?"
"Yep, she does. It's her husband's fault. Every time Harold has a few down at Red's, he gets confused and ends up next door at Flossie's instead of his own house. He stays there a couple hours until Flossie gets him sobered up, and then he goes home. At least that's what he always tells me." I grinned. "Flossie's quite a looker, so maybe it's on purpose. Wanda doesn't seem like the type to like sex."
Sarah frowned at me over the little reading glasses that I think make her look sexy.
"But Flossie is around seventy, and Harold and Wanda are at least that old."
"Well, Harold's always telling me if I don't use it, I'll lose it. I guess he hasn't lost it yet."
Sarah frowned again and I chuckled.
"Or maybe Flossie helps him find it."
I decided I could wait to go talk to Wanda, and went to find Mrs. Jacob's dog. Seiger is the horniest mutt in seven counties, and in spite of his name, weighs about six pounds soaking wet. He can smell a bitch in season a mile away, and whenever he does, he takes off to find her. The little guy always comes home after a couple of days, but Mrs. Jacobs is eighty-six and lives by herself, so Seiger is all she has. I usually have to track him down and bring him home a couple times a month.
I found him in the front yard three doors down from her house, or rather, Mrs. Jacob's neighbor found him. He was tied with the cutest little white poodle you ever did see, and I'll swear, he had a smile on his face. Liz was furious.
"Just shoot him, Tom. Chanelle was supposed to go see a boy poodle in Jackson tomorrow. Now, she's gonna have a bunch of ugly puppies nobody'll want. How long is it gonna take until they separate?"
"Oh...'bout half an hour, I think. Don't be too hard on Seiger. He's just doing what comes naturally."
"Yeah, I never met a man yet that could keep it in his pants. I don't suppose dogs are any different."
Liz was probably telling the truth, I figured. She was divorced, and worked nights at the Walmart in Jackson. She was also a tall, pretty blonde and seemed to like jeans that hugged every inch of her curvy little ass and tops that almost weren't there. Her big breasts peeked at me from under the one she was wearing today, and I could see how most of the available men she met would want to get her in the sack. I reckoned she was agreeable to that, or she wouldn't dress like she does.
About twenty minutes later, Seiger pulled loose and sat down to lick himself. Liz grabbed Chanelle and went back in her house. I picked up the little dog and delivered him to Mrs. Jacobs.
I wasn't yet ready to have a talk with Wanda Wimsey, so I stalled by going by Rick's filling station to top off the patrol car. Rick was all smiles.
"Mornin' Tom. Fill er up?"
"Yeah. Check the oil too, why don'cha."
"You hear that Dwight's back in town?"
"No, I haven't. What's he doing back?"
"Well, he bought part of the old Wilson place, out there across the road from the Legion Hall. Say's he's gonna build some stores of some sort, something like one o' them strip malls I think he said, like they have in Jackson. He didn't really say. I hope he don't decide to sell gas too."
Dwight was one of those guys who seem to be able to turn dust into gold. He'd left town after college and hit it big. The last I heard, he managed a couple of nightclubs in Atlanta and was doing great. If he had a plan, I had no doubt it would work. I just couldn't figure out why he'd come back to Buck Lick to do whatever it was he was doing. I signed the bill for the gas and saved the receipt for Sarah.
The rest of the day went pretty smooth because I never did get around to talking to Wanda. About four, I turned the office over to my second shift deputy, Bill Abrams, and left for the day.
I heard the shower running when I got home, so I quietly opened the door and peeked inside. That might seem a little weird to some, but then, they've never seen Jackie naked. She's kept her figure pretty well, even after twenty years and two kids. Oh, some parts have sort of expanded, but they did that with marvelous results. She once had a skinny little ass, but now, it's round and really nice to squeeze. Her breasts...well, when we were first married, they were about average and perky. Now they're about three times bigger, and I love seeing them almost as much as I love playing with them.
The shower shut off and Jackie slid the glass door open. I whistled at her.
"Tom, honestly, can't I ever have any privacy?"
"Yeah, if you were ugly and weighed six hundred pounds, I'd leave you alone. Since you're gorgeous and sexy as hell, I'm gonna look every chance I get."
I walked across the floor and fondled her heavy right breast.
"We have time before dinner, Honey. How about making the Sheriff a happy man?"
"You, shoo. I'm all clean."
I chuckled and rubbed my thumb over her nipple.
"I know, and I love it when you're all clean."
"Don't give me that stuff. You'd love it even if I was hot and sweaty. Is sex all you ever think about?"
"Yeah...pretty much. You kind of do that to me, you know."
"Well, I'm glad, I guess, but you're gonna have to wait. The girls are coming over for a lingerie party tonight. Remember, I told you about it last Sunday? You have to stay in your den until they leave and don't you dare peek."
