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Trigger warnings: In this story, my characters visit some crime scenes. I don't get too graphic - but it might be too much for some. If it's bothering you, take a break - and try again in a bit. If it's still too much, I'm sorry. I use a stream-of-consciousness style to try to make the stories believable - and put you in the action. You may "feel" more than you're comfortable with.
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At 39 years old, Mandy Johnson was the oldest female patrol officer on the city police force.
Sporting a Peggy Bundy coif of luscious, red hair - and a work-toned physique that filled out her uniform in all the right places - Mandy haunted the wet-dreams of several of her coworkers, a number of perps who were "frequent fliers", and at least one homeless man.
She had waited until after college to get married but that had ended after a couple years at the Department.
The relationship had been based more on lust than love - and was (therefore) probably doomed to fail anyway - but was ultimately killed off by Mandy's devotion to her job.
She loved what she did - despite the stress and strain that came with it.
She was careful when she drank.
Her father had been a patrol officer all of his life. She knew it was easy to turn to alcohol to try to bury some of the crap a cop has to deal with - but that was, ultimately, a death-trap - or, at least, it had been for her dad - and she didn't want to go out that way.
Sex was another way to relieve stress - but that always seemed to get complicated - so she generally avoided that as well.
Most of her stress was addressed at the gym and at the range.
With no kids, she didn't really qualify as a MILF - but - with her age - that's what most people considered her to be.
She had found it to be easier to work without a partner - rather than try to find one who could remain focused on the job.
When the Chief called her into his office and introduced her to the still-wet-behind-the-ears recruit, her stomach dropped.
Dirk Regal was as adorable as a puppy - and probably just as dangerous.
Unless he was gay, this was going to be two months of avoiding complications and ignoring the almost inevitable stream of double-entendres.
They always thought they were slick - her partners or coworkers - with their "little Jimmy's".
She loved James Bond movies for the action and intrigue - but always groaned at the puns littered throughout the films.
"It looks like he disagreed with something that ate him." was one of her most/least favorites.
She'd liked Felix.
She hated that scene.
Chief Wilson was running through his verbal instructions to the very young, Officer Regal, so Mandy waited for him to finish.
His handshake - at their introduction - had been firm.
His eyes had stayed - mostly - above her collar.
Maybe there was hope - but Officer Johnson wasn't holding her breath.
Get this recruit through the basics in the next two months, get him his own patrol, and send him on his way. That was the plan.
Phillips normally did this but his dad had passed away last week - so he was probably going to be out for a while.
The Chief knew Mandy didn't care for this task and - frankly - he avoided putting most new recruits in her car for all the same reasons that she didn't want them as a partner.
They rarely got female recruits but even those were intimidated and attracted to the combination of solidity, confidence, and sexuality that Mandy Johnson embodied.
Her last female recruit had been Maria Rosales.
After Rosales had gotten her own patrol, she'd visited Mandy a couple times to "explore options".
They'd had a little fun but both decided they liked dicks.
Officer Rosales still preferred Mandy's kisses, though, and had trapped her in a corner at the last Christmas party for a little steamy merry-making.
Any of their male coworkers - who weren't already lusting over Johnson & Rosales individually - had been absolutely decimated by the nuclear-fallout from the sex-bomb the two of them had detonated.
Seeing that the party wasn't going to resume until every person in the room got to see how this situation culminated, Rosales had finally grabbed Johnson by the hand and led her out to the parking lot.
Looking back towards the bar, they had decided that heading home was the best solution at that point.
They'd ended up at Mandy's - on the couch - in front of the fireplace - back in familiar territory again.
It wasn't where they'd thought the night would have headed - and it wasn't what either of them really were looking for - but it definitely took the edge off.
Afterwards, they had split a bottle of wine, talked about work, and shared a few more kisses.
Shit!
Now she was horny!
That had been an ill-timed rabbit-hole to go down ..
Wilson was done with Regal and they were turning to look at her.
Whelp! Time to see what this kid is made of.
The rotation had her (them) on the south-side for the next two weeks.
That area was pretty quiet - which was good - because she'd need to see what he was like before the next switch - when they'd be patrolling the east side.
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A month later ..
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Mandy had to admit that she was beginning to like Regal - maybe a little too much.
He was better than most with traffic stops.
He was adequate - and getting better - with managing domestic disputes.
.. and he was fleet-footed enough to run down almost any perp - no matter what they were jacked up on at the time!
He was, currently, wrapping up some interviews for a shoplifting call. Mandy was leaning against the squad car, listening to the radio attached to her shoulder, and keeping an eye on everything - and everybody - around them.
Regal offered the clerk a business card - for follow-up questions or thoughts. The young woman punched a button on the register to kick a couple inches of receipt tape out and scribbled down her name and phone number and handed it to him.
He never talked about what he did with all of those.
Two of the secretaries at the office had given him theirs last week.
The daughter of the drunk woman they'd escorted home, two nights ago, had done the same.
Mandy guessed he was averaging at least one every other day, at this point.
She'd gotten several, over the years, as well.
She always just shit-canned them - unless it was somebody she thought had evidence she'd need later - those got stapled to the report.
The handset chirped and Mandy heard their call-sign. She was supposed to call the Chief's cell.
She hopped in the front seat - to gain some privacy - still surveying the area while Dirk finished up the conversation.
The Chief told her that he needed to move units around and was going to have to change their assignments for the next week or so.
As soon as they were done here, they were supposed to come see him at the shop.
She ended the call as Regal was getting back into his seat.
She explained what she knew and started the car.
