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It was just after lunch when the chief grabbed me as I was heading out the door to go on patrol.
"Al, head over to Kara Street, you know, the big mansion over there. The old man has a friend who claims someone tried to burn their house down."
The mansion was the biggest, most expensive house in our town. It cost well over $500,000, at a time when the average cost of a residence in our town was around $55,000. The "old man" was our town Supervisor, a flaming liberal lawyer, to boot. I was a police sergeant, and commander of our town's arson investigation unit. As a volunteer fireman, I knew that no calls had come in to our dispatch center for any fires at that location, because it was in our district, and we hadn't had any calls there. But if the old man wanted it checked out, everyone knew that it would have to be done, He was quite the little dictator and with a venomous reputation, was no one you wanted to cross.
I replied "Sure Chief. I'll head over right now. Let you know what I find out." I turned to the patrolman I'd just had lunch with, and asked "Hey Milt. Wanna take a ride over and scope out the mansion?"
He said sure and off we went. It only took us 10 minutes to get there from the station. As we pulled up before the stone fronted house we both took in the nicely manicured lawn and gardens. Professionally done, of course. The residence hadn't been occupied long enough for the grounds to look like this otherwise. I had a tendency on calls, to park out in the road instead of pulling in driveways on calls like this, of non-emergency nature. We walked up the driveway onto the sidewalk and I stepped up onto the front steps and rang the doorbell. Before I could back off the steps, the front door opened and the woman said "Yes?"
Okay. To say she was beautiful would be a gross understatement. She was, I thought, about 29 or 30 years old. Wavy blonde hair that hung down to her shoulder blades. Magnificently tanned legs that ran up to the bottom of her painted on hot pants, followed by a beautiful flat tummy, again perfectly tanned, a set of maybe largish "B" cup breasts that rode perfectly on her chest, nestled just barely in her low cut top, and a very pretty face. If there was anything wrong with her, it was that she wore too much make up. I'm not a fan of so much make up on women, but for her, I'd overlook it.
I know I must have paused for longer than I should, but I asked "You called about a fire here?"
She looked a bit perplexed. I stared. After all, you have to take advantage of scenery like this as it's presented, right?
"Oh. I think my husband might have called you."
Lucky Bastard.
"Let me find him" she said, and stepped back. I, misunderstanding, stepped up to enter the house. She put her hand up like a traffic cop and said "No! No one uses the front door except family and friends. Help goes around back."
With those words, my blood pressure went from its normal 115 over 70 to probably 300 over 200. Help? Was she fucking kidding us? Here we are, 2 police officers in full costume, guns, badges, the whole bit, here at their request, and we were HELP? Not going to happen.
I replied quite nicely, "Okay ma'am, when you locate your husband, have him call us, we'll come back." And with that, I turned around, said "Come on Milt, we're out of here" and headed down the side walk.
I could hear her sputtering and mumbling behind us as I walked away. Milt said "What are you doing? You know they're friends of the old mans. We're going to get fucked over this."
"I don't give a shit. Hired fucking help? Are you serious? I go through the back door for no one. Let's go. They can call us later."
We made it back to our cop car and were just about to get in, when we heard talking behind us. We turned and saw a tall guy, about the same height as me, around six foot six, looking like Mr. GQ himself, striding down the driveway towards us. I turned to look at Milt, who gave me that "we're fucked now" look. Following at his heels was his wife apparently whining at him, probably about us. Yup. We were fucked.
As he got close to us, he smiled, reached out his hand and said "Hi guys. I'm Eddie. I called you. Do you have time to talk to us now?" As nice as pie. Gentlemanly. The bitch was still yipping at his back. He turned and told her to go back in the house. As she went back to the house, the view from the rear was as good as from the front. Nice. Really nice.
I replied "Sure. What's the problem?"
"Look, please excuse my wife. She gets a bit carried away with herself sometimes" He was good enough not to mention that I had stripped her clothes off with my eyes on her walk back up the driveway.
"That's fine Sir. Tell us what's going on"
Eddie took us around the rear of the house, and showed us a small spot that had been scorched under their rear deck, probably by a kid. No char existed in the wood, just a black, sooty discoloration. We talked for five or ten minutes about the neighborhood, the kids there, the fact that they had two kids, a boy and a girl, who were in junior high. The wife had come outside and was listening to us, from a distance of ten feet or so. I tried not to look at her. Yes, she really was that good looking. Unprofessional, I know. But man what a woman. We ended up promising extra patrol, and told him to call back if anything else happened. Eddie shook both our hands and said thanks for coming over.
As we walked back to the car, Milt said "Whew! We just might get away with this. He seemed Okay."
"Yeah. He was fine. It was just his wife that got me going." As if on cue, the blonde came down the driveway towards us. She stopped halfway down, hands on her hips, starring daggers at us. Or more properly probably, me. "You know, I'd love to jump on that. She's one fine package. Too bad she's such a cunt."
Off we drove.
A year or so later, all the cops, along with the troopers who regularly drove through our town, noticed what appeared to be a smoking hot blonde driving a pearlescent white corvette. She seemed to always be seen on the main drag through town, always by herself, always exactly at the speed limit. None of us ever got to find out who she was, where she was from, but she did make enough appearances that we were all aware of her. She always seemed to be going the opposite direction as we were, so nobody ever got a real good look at her. She was just the "the hot blonde in the 'vette"
Time went by, the white 'vette was seen periodically, but that was the end of it. One day, a few years on, I was sitting at my desk, doing my favorite thing in life, paperwork. (sarcasm). I had FBI uniform crime reports due, state paperwork to check over, and had settled in to get it over with, when my secretary entered my office without knocking and said "Al, meet Donna. She's the new EMS secretary."
I looked up slowly, finishing the paragraph I was reading. New hire secretaries tended to be older wives and friends of some political hack. I looked up, holy shit was she gorgeous! I started to stand up to introduce myself when the woman flashed me a thousand watt smile and said "Oh yeah. We already know each other. Hello. How are you?"
I probably stammered something unintelligible, and they left. I followed with my eyes. Donna was about five foot two, slender with a great shape, wearing an almost sheath kind of outfit, high heels, and frosted longish hair. I sat back down. Wow! And she said we know each other! I doubted I would forget her if I knew her, but went back to my paperwork. Fun.
Of course, the new secretary was the talk of both our department and the whole town hall. All the guys were in love with her, all the women hated her. She had great looks, dressed like a model, and seemed to be nice to everyone.
The next day, I ran into Milt. He walked up to me, a big smile on his face, and asked what I thought of the new secretary.
I said "Absolutely magnificent! I don't know if she can type. Don't care! She sure adds to the atmosphere around here though. Claims she knows me, but I can't place her. Can't believe I would forget someone like that."
