2017
Oklahoma
Vasquez sat in the SUV painting her nails red, she didn't much like the colour, but it was such a slow day that she decided to do them. After lunch she'd re-do them with white tips.
She liked the change of pace where she was, but the novelty had long since worn off. The local sheriff had given his county quite the rep that most mischief makers stayed away, leaving her with little to do.
"Car four, car four!" Squawked the radio startling Vasquez.
"Car four here, go ahead over!" She barked into the radio.
"There are reports of a fat man pushing a motorcycle down Custer Road." The radio said. "We need you to go check it out."
Vasquez sighed, when she did get calls it was always for silly things.
"Car four acknowledge." She said putting the hand set back down.
Vasquez looked in the rear-view mirror to check her make-up and hair. She wore her shoulder length brown hair loose under the standard issue Stetson hat she wore.
"You are fucking sexy!" She declared throwing the gear selector into drive.
When she arrived on scene she did see a man pushing a motorcycle at the side of the road, but he wasn't as fat as the reports had said.
He was more out of shape then chubby, he wore a jean jacket with his arms exposed, Vasquez gasped when she saw how muscular those arms were. He had a thick brown beard and hair the could best be described as... untamed.
"Where you headed?" Vasquez said out the window to the man.
The man kept pushing his bike, Vasquez almost thought he hadn't heard her, then he spoke up.
"Third star on the left..." The gruff man said without looking at her. "Then continue until dawn."
Vasquez laughed at this grown up Peter Pan; he was as clever as he was shabby, she liked that. She hit the gas to pull ahead of him then cutting him off she stopped to get out.
"You got a name?" She asked.
"Yeah." He replied with a grim look.
Vasquez knew the type, she remained silent until he spoke.
"They call me Guardrail." He grunted, then meeting her eye he asked. "You got a name... Officer?"
When their eyes met Vasquez felt a sensation she hadn't felt in a very long time. It wasn't love, or physical attraction... She found him appealing, but it rather felt like a spell. Whatever it was, she knew she had felt that sensation before.
"Um..." She said regaining her senses, "they call me Maria Lara Rodriguez Enojado Vasquez."
"Uh... right." The brute replied.
"Everyone calls me Vasquez." She said with a smile. "Now how can we help you today?"
The biker seemed pleased at this, although he didn't smile, but his frown seemed less frowny to Vasquez.
"I need gas, a place to sleep and some tools, I gotta fix my bike." He said.
Vasquez opened her mouth to say she had a fuel jerry and directions to a mechanic who could also put him up for the night, but what she said instead surprised her.
"Hang a right at the next cross road and continue until you see the house with the RV out front, my place is next to it. I can rent you a room while you work on your bike?" She said.
"Sure." He said as if that was the only response he could have expected.
Vasquez got back into her SUV, then did the sign of the cross. As she drove to find a trailer to put his bike on she muttered the names of the Saints to herself. Although she was in disbelief, she did exactly what he asked.
An hour later she had Guardrail's bike in her garage and he was standing with her in her living room.
"You want some water, maybe a bite to eat?" She asked still wondering how this man got into her home.
"No." He said then thinking about it he said, "get me a beer."
"Madre Dios!" She snapped as she marched to the kitchen. "I have to get back to work, the sheriff will be pissed!"
Guardrail opened his drink, then stood staring at her as he mused on her words. She assumed that maybe the sheriff who tackled a man during the second Battle of Fallujah enjoyed a wide reputation.
"You got time for a fast one?" He asked taking a swig of beer so big it spilt on his beard.
"No!" Vasquez said turning her back to the biker.
She envisioned in her mind getting in her SUV, then driving away, she however to her own astonishment started to undo her duty belt.
The biker laughed at his good fortune, Vasquez was initially filled with dread as she pulled her pants down. It was quickly replaced by curiosity, not was she very horny, she wanted to know why she was bending over a sofa.
"You got a rubber?" She asked pointing her bare ass at the biker.
"Ha!" Was his gruff reply.