"I'm not going to say it again, I won't marry you, I don't want to talk about it any more."
"I thought you loved me."
"You know I love you, Christ almighty, I tell you every time I see you."
"Then why can't we get married?"
"FUCK! Donna we've been over this a thousand times, you know why." I said as I got out of the bed that Donna and I had just made love in minutes ago. I headed for the shower, my shift started in an hour.
It may not have been a thousand times, but we had gone over this every few days since Donna had moved in with me over two years ago. Donna knew very well why marriage was out of the question for me. I'm a cop, I see the aftermath of domestic violence everyday. Looking back at what just happened, I see why other couples try to kill each other.
The water felt good on my face, but Donna's hands felt better on my body. She knew she had pushed it a little too far today. I had already forgiven her though, she had a way of making the anger disappear without a word. God, I would do anything for her, well almost anything.
When Donna shares the shower with me before I go to work, I feel like royalty. Attending to all of my needs, She bathes my body so very lovingly, tenderly soaping every inch of my skin. Her hands moving over the muscles of my back like a skilled masseuse. She squats to lather my legs, cleaning away each drop of sweat.
As she turns and works her way up, I find she is facing my now hardening shaft. Spending more time on my midsection than necessary, Donna kisses the tip of my now fully erect cock before she moves to my chest. Once I am scrubbed, she squirts a glob of shampoo into the palm of her hands. I never get over the sensation of her erect nipples and silky skin rubbing on my chest as she massages the short hair on my head with both her small hands.
The way she carefully spreads the smooth shaving cream so seriously trying to get the application just perfect, then deftly removing all traces of my beard. Donna takes the time to rinse off every last bubble floating on my now sanitary body. She dries me with the tenderness given a newborn baby. No man on earth deserves the total devotion that is bestowed on me each day. My God, how I love this woman.
Role call 22:45 hours, the same each night, fifteen minutes of bullshit and start patrol at eleven. Tonight was no different, eight years on the job and I still hated the first fifteen minutes of work every night. Most of the guys enjoyed the grab ass crap before patrol, I just wanted to get to it. People are in need of our help and we were fucking around.
The other guys all say, "Will just don't have a sense of humor."
Well, Will does have, I just don't show it at role call. I can tell more dirty jokes than a standup comic can. But there is a time for jokes and a time to be serious. Ask Barton, Bart has been my partner for the last four years. I bet he's heard every joke I know ten times.
I threw Bart the keys to our cruiser, "You're driving."
He knew me well enough to know I wasn't having a good day by that gesture. I always drove, Bart rode shotgun, he could spot things going on from the passenger seat like radar. "You ok, Will?" I just nodded to him.
We went through to inspection list just like every night. We mounted up and headed out of the parking lot, Bart turned to the left. I always went right, that was the first time tonight I noticed things seemed different tonight. It was a feeling that started to grow as we completed the first hour of our tour. I was having a hard time concentrating on work, but my gut told me things would be different.
At midnight we hit the drive thru at the burger joint to get some coffee. We head down south main to check out the pros. Two or three girls were trolling the streets but they weren't causing any grief so we moved on. It was a slow watch so far, I had been thinking about what had happened with Donna earlier. The end was coming, I just don't know when. Sooner or later Donna would push for that thing I couldn't give her, and that would be the end of us. I feel so hollow inside.
02:15 hours, the radio made me flinch. "David 37, David 37, 10-16 at 619 Ridgecrest circle." I reached for the mike, "Central, David 37 we're 10-8 and 10-76" I noted the address. Fuck, domestic disturbance call, I don't need this shit tonight. Bart hit the lights and we rolled to the call.
Most every type of call is routine after a while, but a 10-16 domestic is never the same. This is one of the most dangerous situations you can walk into. With emotions so high, a small argument can turn violent in an instant. Both parties can be the aggressors, and the police are usually looked at as intruders instead of peace keepers.
"David 37 we're 10-23" I said into the mike letting the dispatcher know we were on scene. We were in an upscale neighborhood. A crowd was starting to gather out side of the house, there would be nothing normal about this call. As Bart and I approached the door we heard the screams that had prompted the 911 call. Without a word between us our side arms were unholstered. Bart had enough sense to try the knob before I kicked the door in. We cleared each room as we rapidly went to the source of the disturbance.
Before I tell you what we found, I must tell you that in police work you can run into the oddest most bizarre situations imaginable. Truth is always stranger than fiction, and if that was the case here we had uncovered reality personified. This without a doubt was one for the books.
As we entered the master bedroom ready to fire, it became clear very quickly that this was no 10-16. There were three people in the room, two were fucking doggy style with their backs to us still unaware of our presence. The third was bound to a chair off to the side, he was cuffed naked to the chair with a leather hood secured over his head.
Bart gave me that oh fuck look before he stopped the action.
"POLICE, FREEZE!" He barked.
All three quickly looked at us, The man behind the woman started to talk as I walked up behind him and told him to shut up as I cuffed him. I covered Bart as he secured the woman with his cuffs. Well this was a lovely little picture, the woman was crying and struggling to cover herself with her hands secured behind her.
The man in the chair was silent but obviously crying. This was going to be a real riot to sort out. Doggy man was trying to talk again as I told him to shut up for the last time. Bart had covered the woman with a robe by this time, I approached the man in the chair to remove the hood.
With the hood removed I could see his eyes were very swollen and red, he had been crying long before we had entered the room. I removed the ball gag and told him not to speak yet, he nodded in understanding and stayed silent.
"Where you gonna start, Will?"
"With the woman, she's the one making all of the noise. Call dispatch and tell them we won't need back up."
"I'm going to ask you a few questions please don't try to explain all this yet until I ask you. Do you understand?" she nodded in agreement.
"Ok, what's your name?"
"Marcy Shuman." Bart was taking this all down on his notepad.
"And the guy in the chair?"
"Mark Shuman."
"The other uh... gentleman?"
"He's Matt... something or other."
I looked at him. "Martin." He said.
"Ok Marcy, tell me what in Christ's name we are all doing here?"
