Chapter One
"Three King Ten....." the radio crackled, on a relatively boring night. Sgt. Rick Thorn picked up the mike, and spoke back to the dispatcher,
"Ten, go agead." "1345 Euclid, Apartment 1C, see the woman, possible prowler."
"Damn!" Rick swore to himself. Fourty-five minutes to end-of-watch, and she gives me a prowler call! "Ten, clear," Rick responded. As he made a U-turn to go to respond to the call, he was fuming. He WAS a sergeant, after all, the supervisor of the shift, and he shouldn't have to handle trivial calls like this one. He had twelve beat cars working for him, and one of them should have been given this call!
As he drove, Rick hit a button on his mobile computer, and checked to see what his troops were doing. He quickly saw that they were all busy, doing police work. He should have known. Kathy was a very good dispatcher, (among other things she was good at!) and she wouldn't have given him this call unless it was really necessary.
It was about three miles to the call, and as his cruiser made it's way down the deserted streets, Rick considered his current plight. Thirty-four years old, married to a beautiful, very sexy woman, a career he truly loved, and he was in line for a promotion to lieutenant. Two kids, eighteen year-old twins ( a boy and a girl), but something was.... missing.
That was obvious by the number of affairs he'd been involved in over the past few years - actually, nearly all of his married life. According to the secret list Rick kept, he'd had sex with two hundred and twenty-six different wpomen! Sure, most of them were one-night stands, but still - why?
His wife Lori, also thirty-four, was drop-dead gorgeous. Long, dark brown hair, cute face, and a body to die for. But, without a doubt, her best feature was her long, perfectly-shaped legs. She'd gotten pregnant at seventeen, and they got married. Back then, that was what you did in that situation.
Their marriage was pretty good for the most part. Lori was really good in the rack, but even so, soon after they were married, Rick started straying. He justified it by the fact that Lori had been his only lover. They were child-hood sweethearts, and had started having sex in the ninth grade, so he didn't have a chance to play the field.
His new job with the police department immediately started providing him with opportunities to stray, and he resisted the temptation - for a time. But it wasn't long....
Before he had a chance to ponder that, he found himself on the street of of the prowler call. "Three King Ten, on the scene," he spoke into the radio mike. "Three King Ten, twenty-three thirteen," Kathy responded back with the correct time. He killed the lights before he got to the address, and parked on the street a couple of doors down.
He got out and locked the door, heading for the building. It was a two-story, four units on each floor. He guessed that One-C was to the rear of the first floor, so he went toward the back. As he got behind the building, he saw that there were tall shrubs close to the building, and there were lots of windows with light shining out.
There was also a wooded area behind the small yard, no buildings to the rear. "Perfect for Peeping Toms," Rick thought. He got up to the building, and using his flashlight, noticed several cigarette butts on the ground below the window. He shined his light up to the wall of the building, and saw what was obviously semen running down the boards.
For the first time, Rick looked through the window. It was the bedroom, very nicely furnished, and well-lit. The mini-blinds were down but open. Suddenly, a woman walked into the room from a hallway, and Rick quickly turned his light out. He was seeing what had been the object of the Peeping Tom's lustful desire.
She was very good looking; about twenty-five, tall, blond, a little on the thin side, and still dressed in work clothes. A short skirted business suit, sheer, dark nylons, and spiky high heels.
As Rick turned to go back out front, she caught his eye again by taking her jacket off and laying it on the bed. It was quickly followed by her white blouse and then her skirt and slip. She now stood in front of Rick in her bra, sheer pantyhose and heels. Nothing else. Not even panties under her sheer-to-waist nylons!
Then, she reached behind her back in the way that only women can, and unsnapped her bra. It joined the rest of the clothes on the bed, and Rick was treated to an unobstructed view of her very fine breasts.
She sat on the bed, but before she could get her pantyhose off, Rick made his way to the front door and knocked. When she answered, Rick saw that she'd put a short robe on, but still had her nylons on.
"Hi," Rick greeted her. "I'm Sergeant Rick Thorn, Fairwoods Police Department. Did you call about a prowler?" "Yes, I did," she answered.
"Please, come in." Rick followed her in, placing his clipboard in front of the bulge in his uniform pants. She directed him to the sofa, and he sat down at one end. She took a seat at the other end, immediately crossing her legs with a distinct "hiss" from her nylons. Her short robe parted at the bottom, exposing her sleekly nyloned thigh, and she did nothing to cover it up.
