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My name is Keoki Mills and I'm married to my wonderful husband Robert since 5 years back.
I am of Japanese decent as you might have guessed from my first name. My parents moved here about 40 years ago so I'm born and raised here in the states.
For a living I work as a police officer, a sergeant actually. I've been doing this for the past seven years.
My husband Robert lost his job a couple of weeks ago so now we only have my pay check to live on.
Because of this our house payments are behind. And if he's not able to get a job soon we might be forced to move. But I'm sure we'll get the money some how.
Let me tell you a little more about myself.
I'm 31 years old, about 5 feet 5 inches tall and I have long black hair. I have quite a slender body, long smooth legs and a thin waist.
Something I'm quite proud of myself, are my still rather perky C size breasts. They are very full, firm and soft.
My butt I think fits rather nice with the rest of my body. Not too big and not to small.
For a while now I've been heading up a police task force with the purpose of getting enough evidence to place a specific gang behind bars.
This gang is a rather small one but the members are very careful so we haven't been able to arrest them.
Normally a small gang like this doesn't get a task force assigned to them, but this gang is a bit different.
They have recently taken over most of the drug related business in the city.
The leader of the gang is one Jermaine Carls.
As with the rest of the gang members he is black.
A few days ago we got a tip that in one of the gangs hangouts there would be a few kilos of drugs.
So this could be our chance to arrest some of the gang members.
And now here we were outside their hangout ready to move in. As I was the head of the task force it was my decision when we would move in.
I checked with the other officers on the radio.
"Williams, is your group ready." I asked officer Williams on the radio.
"Yes we are, just waiting for you to say when." He replayed.
"Conrads, is your group ready." I asked officer Conrads."
"Yes ma’am, we are ready to go." He told me.
"Ok, on the count of 5 we move in." I told them.
I counted down.
"5, 4, 3, 2, 1 GO."
Myself and the rest of the officers then got out of our cars and began to run towards their hangout.
When we got up to the doors into the building, we stopped and rammed down the doors and then we ran inside.
"Police get down." We yelled when we ran inside.
There were four guys inside which we got down on the floor and handcuffed quickly after we busted through the doors.
We then proceeded to search the place for the drugs.
We searched for a few hours but we couldn't find anything.
"Sergeant Mills, we have finished the search of the last room." One of the officers told me.
"And." I said.
"We didn't find it." He told me.
"Ok, lets rap it up for today. We'll take the four guys in for questioning and see if they tell us something." I told the officers.
After the last of the task force had driven away, I decided to stay and see If I could find something we might have missed.
I couldn't believe that we hadn't found anything.
I searched and searched but I couldn't find anything either. So I decided to rest for a while, so I sat down on a couch.
When I sat down, I thought the pillow I sat down on felt rather strange.
I grabbed the pillow and shuck it a few times. It sounded like there were something inside of it.
I decided to open up the pillow. So I took out my pocket knife and cut it open.
"Jesus."
The pillow was full of money. It had to be nearly $50 000 dollars inside of it.
I then checked the rest of the pillows but there were no money in any of them.
But I must say that I was a little disappointed about that there were only money inside of it.
We couldn't put these guys away just for having some money in their pillows.
If it only could have been drugs. I guess I'll go down to the station and put the money in as evidence.
But then I thought of something crazy. Robert and our house payments. With this money we could make our payments and keep our house. No one in the force knows about this money.
"I could just walk out with the money and no one would know." I thought to myself.
On the other hand, it was Illegal. It wasn't my money.
But I didn't want to loose our house either.
I thought about it for a while, then I decided to take it.
I grabbed the pillow and walked out to my squad car and drove away.
A week past by and no one at the station had said anything about any money, and my task force just regarded last weeks raid as a bust.
So today I decided that I would go to the bank and make our house payments with the money I had found.
A few days later when my husband asked about how our bills had gotten paid, I lied to him and told him that I had inherited some money from a relative that had died.
Then one day when I was patrolling in my squad car and I stopped to get some coffee something happened.
When I got back to my car and got in, Jermaine the gang leader was sitting in the other seat.
"What the hell do you think you're doing here." I yelled has I reached for my gun.
But Jermaine had already his gun in my face.
"Now listen up bitch." He said.
"I know you stole my money a week ago when you raided our hangout." He told me.
"No I didn't." I said feeling quite scared.
"Don't lie, one of my guys saw you leaving our place with a pillow." Jermaine told me.
"Oh god, what am I going to do." I thought to myself.
"And I also know that you have paid the bank with the money." He said.
"If I told this to your police internal affairs, you would go to prison. So you have no choice but to do what I say." He told me.
He was right, if he told them and they checked my bank accounts they would know that he was telling the truth. And I would most likely go to jail for a long time.
"What do you want." I asked him.
"First I want you to keep your police away from my business." He told me.
"I don't have the power to do that." I told him.
"You'll find some way to lead them away from me." He told me as he pressed his gun against the side of my head.
"Ok." I said thinking that he might shoot me otherwise.
"And I want you to meet me tomorrow at noon at this address." Jermaine told me.
"What for." I asked.
"What do you think, I want some of that pussy of yours." He told me.
"No I can't, please I'm married." I pleaded with him.
"Be there tomorrow or I'll tell them about the money." He said.
Then he got out of the car and walked away.
I sat there to the end of my shift thinking about what I would do. But I couldn't come up with anything, if I didn't do what he said he would tell my superiors and I would go to prison.