9:27 AM!
Wildwood High School!
As expected, Frannie Filmore couldn't take a day off if her husband ordered her to. Knowing her students would worry about her after yesterday's pool incident with Wayne Nichols she needed to prove to them she was tough. Being a black belt had a certain stigma that you're invincible and could be counted on to protect others. This was exactly why she often considered changing careers and joining her husband Riley on the Wildwood Police force.
Someday maybe! For now, she felt obligated to do a bit of damage control. A huge number of students, sadly of all ages had seen her dress 85% torn off of her body in her battle with Wayne at the bottom of the pool. While she knew he wasn't the sole culprit, a number of brash young men jumping in to assist her pawed her up and made it look as if they were helping her survive. In reality lust in those young men dared to rip her dress beyond any possible coverage. In one respect violated, in another honored that they wanted to see her naked that badly. At least they kept her from drowning by offering mouth to mouth. Cads and Lads!
Arriving as chipper as possible considering her late-night insanity out at Margo Needy's, Francine had to be late, no way could she make it there by first bell. She had just enough time to drive she and Riley home, take a love making shower wall session for thirty minutes to prove their eternal love for one another, then see him off to work again. There was no sleep for either of them.
He used his own Jeep to get to work but ordered her to stay home. As if she listened! As soon as he was out the door, she did her hair until every curl and wave of her long red mane was goddess level. From there she chose her dress of the day and accented it with stylish glasses. Not that she needed them, they simply added something she liked.
Now that Principal Harlan Henshaw had made it known he was fine if she flaunted her beauty, body, more often things were going to get interesting. Risky for certain but she also knew being married to a Sheriff's Deputy that wasn't always by the book, as well as a freak like her, anything she did would be swept under the table. Nympho by DNA, Frannie the Fanny simply needed to know the reactions of her students today, to ward off any negativity as best she could and still learn who could be lusted... TRUSTED!
To compliment her blazing red mane and sun-based body, never dark, merely glazed by a thin layer of gold, Fran selected a red dress that praised her body with a low cleavage which sank even lower over her back to nearly her waist. Micro straps to hold it up accented her muscularly toned biceps. Braless, her back hid the fact due to her long, luscious hair dangling down so far. A nice side boob swell also alluded to nothing to support her lovely monsters.
Hemline far too short but nothing she hadn't gotten away with before crossed paths with her triangular thigh gap, a healthy stretch and there would be nothing to hide. Who wears panties these days? Trust her, Frannie practiced it just to turn herself on.
"Not see through, but still, eyes will regardless be on the prowl. Boom! Shake a Boom Boom!" She shook her tits just for fun, the turbulence made her have to readjust her side cars. Bad choice of words considering the drama that would unfold later around lunchtime. White three-inch heels that laced around her calves she was ready to go.
Her drive to school revived her with only her windows down on her convertible Vette. Her hair gently wild from the breeze she checked herself out in her rearview mirror. A quick primp she growled at herself. "Cougar in the house!" Margo Needy would be proud of her. Perfume sprayed all over she opened her door and cast one long leg out. "What no paparazzi to see my kitty?" School was already started, no such luck. El Gato was in a purry... hurry!
Making her way indoors she stopped by the principal's office to let Harmon know she made it in. No details of course as to why she was late, he did tell her she could skip a day considering her scene stealing beat down on Wayne Nichols. Had he known what followed over the course of the night he would have forced her to go back home. Riley made it quite clear there should be no mention of rogue FBI, death tolls, property damage, hitman on a rampage, etc.
Wildwood was not the kind of town that could handle a media blitz. Speeding tickets, DUI, an occasional domestic battery and bar room brawls were about the only things to make the rumor mill. Sheriff Donnelly wanted to keep it that way. As it was, he was short on patrol cars and hiding his shot-up fleet. Seven cars with three down, including his SUV. Enough to survive!
"Morning, Harm!" Frannie ducked into his office door trying to be professional. Seeing her dressed like a hooker, had him dragging out his wallet for tip money. "Put those Benjamin's away."
"Don't put those away." He chuckled pointing at her breasts. "Why are you here?"
"I don't want the school to think I'm embarrassed over what happened yesterday."
"They know you're a bold one already. As does the faculty. Not one complaint about your nudity Francine. If anything, a few Hubba Hubba's. Parents haven't called either so until they do, be yourself. Bell's about to ring, expect a whole lot of wolf calls. I had Greta cover your classes today, just tell her thanks and take over."
"Thanks for backing me up, Harm."
"You heard what I said yesterday. Long as you're careful, flaunt that killer bod."
"We shall see." She pointed at his security camera on the wall of his office. "Me before you of course."
"You put the Wild in WILDwood, I'll put the Wood in wildWOOD."
"So clever!"
"Oh! Did Riley locate Jenna Nichols?"
"Yes! She's staying with... family."
"Wayne locked up tight?"
"From what I hear." Saved by the bell. "I also hear that. Don't wear your right hand out today, Harmon." He simply grinned as she stepped into the hall. He had the hallway cameras on his laptop visual in thirty seconds. Sure enough, students came pouring out of classrooms by the dozens.
Cheers echoed as she found applause to intermingle with whistles over her beauty. The dress was a hit. Hero worship was evident by everyone seeking to touch her. Looking up at the hallway camera she razzed Harmon Henshaw. She knew he was watching. Her day was just beginning!
Harmon couldn't resist rubbing his inseam.
Hell, half the boys in the hallway were doing the same.
WildWOOD indeed!
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Wildwood Police Station!
"Coffee hot, Dorothy?"
"Fresh pot, Riley." The dispatcher Dorothy "Dot" Jenkins a middle-aged brunette opted to pour him a tall mug with his name on it. Black as always to wake the whiskers.
"Thank you, Dot."
"So, what happened last night? Coot's been in his office since he got back. Where's our cars? How's Bebe and Sam?"
"Bebe took a bullet. Latenight break in over in Billingsly."
"Come on Riley! I take the calls here."
"Dot!" He placed a palm on her shoulder caught in his own bluff, "I shouldn't be telling you this, I expect you to keep a tight lip. This town can't handle anything big. Let's just say this goes beyond our pay grade. To say anything more could get us all in more trouble than we just lived through. Don't be hounding Coot about it either. His BP is probably critical as it is, us shorthanded both in staff and cars. So, just... play dumb like the rest of us. Bebe is in the ER, but they took her bullet out without any issues and have her sedated for a spell. Sam will be in around noon; his wound was a knick but it spooked him. Byrd out on patrol?"
