Disclaimer - This is a complete work of fiction. None of the events described actually happened. I don't know Lanie Gardner and don't ever expect to. If you know her, please feel free to inform her that this story exists. It is my most fervent hope that she would enjoy it.
Lanie is a wonderful singer and, if you aren't familiar with her I urge you to look her up and experience her angelic voice for yourself.
Please let me know if you enjoy the story, or if you don't. I've made every effort to fix any mistakes but it's always possible that I missed something. If so, please let me know.
This story contains a brief violence and foot play. If either of these bother you maybe you should skip it.
All participants are over 18 years of age at the time of the story.
LTL
It was raining, almost sleeting, in Nashville as I walked the city streets. It was late, nearly midnight and I knew I needed to find a place to sleep soon.
I had arrived about an hour ago, having driven for about 10 hours from my home in Florida. I was here for, well, no good reason actually. I'd never visited and decided, on a whim, to change that.
I had parked my car in a city lot and set out on foot to find a beer or maybe 3 and then a hotel for the next few days to serve as my base while I explore the city. So far I'd had no luck with either. In fact, I was starting to think I'd picked the wrong part of town.
I was just about to turn around and head back to the car when I heard what sounded like a muffled scream from an alley to my left. "What the fuck", I wondered as I stopped and looked down the darkened alley.
As I headed into the darkness I reached inside my coat and drew my weapon. The small 45 caliber pistol was heavy and comforting in my hand and I picked up my pace a bit; seeking the source of the sound I had heard.
Suddenly I heard a girl crying loudly and, between sobs, almost groaning, "No, no, no".
To my right I could see someone, no, 2 people. A large man stood over a smaller woman on the ground. He was unbuckling his belt and his intentions were obvious. "Stop!" I yelled as I pointed my weapon at his back.
"Fuck you" he said, and turned to face me. He was big, at least 3 inches taller than my 5 foot 9 inches and likely outweighed me by at least 30 pounds. A big, sloppy drunk redneck by my estimation. My weapon was now aimed directly at his chest.
"You have 5 seconds to walk away asshole, " I snarled. The fucker laughed.
"You don't have the balls to shoot me." He took a menacing step towards me. I shot him twice in the chest.
The sound of my shots was incredibly loud in the confined alleyway and the muzzle flashes lit the night as he flew backwards onto the now openly screaming woman on the ground.
I holstered my weapon, knowing he wasn't going to be a problem going forward, reached down and grabbed him by the hair. I dragged his body off of the sobbing woman, knelt in front of her, and spoke to her for the first time.
"You're OK, he's dead. " I said in my most comforting voice. "My name is Tom, I won't let anyone hurt you."
"Thaaaank you," she sobbed as knelt down next to her. She threw herself into my arms and hugged me desperately. "He was going to raaape me. " she almost whispered.
"I know, but he can't hurt you now. He can't hurt anybody any more."
As I held her the alley was suddenly lit bright with flashing blue lights as 2 city police cars screeched to a halt behind us.
"Stand still and keep your hands where I can see them." a big cop growled at me. I obeyed without speaking, standing,slowly turning, and bringing my hands up to shoulder height, palms facing outward. The cop had his weapon pointed at my chest and I could see in his eyes that he was ready to shoot me. A second cop grabbed the woman's hand and pulled her firmly away from me.
"No, don't shoot him! He saved me!" screamed the woman.
At this the big cop noticeably relaxed and I sucked in a deep breath. "My weapon is under my coat, left side. " I told the cop as he stepped towards me. I could see the second cop, a woman, holding her own weapon at the ready but not pointing directly at me. She now had one arm around the woman's shoulders. Weirdly, it almost seemed like she knew her already.
"She needs an ambulance, he doesn't. " I told the cop as he reached into my jacket and removed my weapon. "Don't bother. He's deader than Kelsey's nuts" I said to the lady cop as she reached down to check the big redneck's pulse.
"Yep, code black", she agreed. "Did you already check?" she asked me.
"Didn't need to, I knew where I hit him. " I responded. She nodded thoughtfully.
"You on the job?" she asked me.
"No, former military." She nodded once again.
After a few minutes an ambulance arrived and took away the girl I had helped. She looked back at me and said "thank you" with a light southern accent. This was the first time I got a chance to see her in the light and I was struck by how pretty she was.
I judged her to be around 25, give or take a couple of years. Her brown hair was below her shoulders. She had a blanket over her shoulders so I couldn't get a real sense of her body. By looking at her face I would have bet she was slim. She looked oddly familiar for a second.
By instinct I glanced down at her feet. She was wearing what appeared to be cowboy boots. Damn.
Yes, I like female feet. One of my favorite things to look at, pretty much even with tits but a lot easier to see in public. I'm not weird about it, at least not beyond the implication that it might be a little weird in and of itself. Oh well. My life, my kink, my business.
I glanced back to her face and she was smiling ever so slightly. I knew she had caught me but there was no time to do anything but smile back. She was in the ambulance and gone within a few seconds.
With her gone the 2 cops started to question me. I knew I could ask for a lawyer but I kept that in my back pocket for now and told them what happened. They both seemed to believe me. They told me that they doubted I would be charged for anything, but they did need me to come to the station and give my statement again, officially.
They weren't really asking so off we went. I rode in the back of course, but was relieved that they didn't cuff me.
After we got to the station they offered me coffee, which I accepted, and left me alone in a room for about an hour.
Finally, the door opened and a distinguished looking man in full uniform stepped in. He stuck out his hand and introduced himself as the chief of police. "Oh shit, I'm in trouble" I thought as I gripped his hand and introduced myself.
"I know who you are," he said with a small laugh. "And don't worry, you're not being charged. Hell, you may get a parade!" He laughed again, more fully this time. I just looked at him, confused.
"You don't know who you saved, do you?"
"Not a clue," I admitted. "I just know someone was in trouble and I was in a position to help."
"You just saved America's biggest up and coming country music star," he said. "That was Lanie Gardner!"
I'd heard of her, very pretty girl with a voice like an angel, but hadn't gotten a good enough look to recognize her, certainly not out of context like this. "Oh, wow, glad to be of service." I said. "Can I get out of here?"
"You sure can, stop by the desk and grab your weapon on the way out," he said. "We've got your number if we need anything else. No further official statement will be needed. "
Shaking his hand again, I thanked him and headed for the front door. As suggested, I stopped at the desk and asked for my pistol. The cop at the desk was obviously expecting me and handed it to me in a zip lock bag, the magazine removed but also in the bag. I reached into the bag, looked at the cop and asked, "may I?"
