1.
"Willy!" screamed Jane at the top of her lungs, "What did you do to my eggs?"
A geeky, young man ran into the kitchen to find his bulky elder sister seething with rage. He cringed when he saw her smoldering eyes.
Jane was the kind of woman any man would not want to meet in a dark alley. She was tall and huge and built like a brick shit house. Her massive breasts threatened to burst the masculine shirt under her business suit and her bum was barely contained by the taut fabric of the short skirt. She would have been pretty if not for her bulbous nose and she was actually scary anytime she laughed. She looked like a wolf anytime she bared her teeth.
"What's wrong with them" asked Willy weakly as he fretted with his overly long hair. He was thin as a reed and wore huge goggles looking like a bespectacled ostrich. Jane stared at her junior brother with contempt.
"What's wrong with them, you ask?" She raised her plate and showed it to him, "I wanted my eggs sunny side up and not scrambled. I told you that yesterday. Are you hard of hearing?"
"But..."
"But fuck off. You disgust me."
Willy bowed his head and left the kitchen. Jane sighed exasperatedly and ate the eggs anyway. Grabbing her bag she headed for the garage.
Jane was one of the top detectives in the city and the only woman with the rank of Captain. She had got to that position mainly by bullying her way past her weaker male colleagues. Apart from being physically stronger than most officers she was an expert at martial arts and boxing. Also she had a degree in law and she was an intense interrogator and negotiator. She was ready to resort to any means necessary to catch crooks and rarely showed pity or mercy earning her the name 'Dirty Jane'. Nobody liked her. She liked being disliked. She loved the tension.
Her brother was a complete contrast to her. He was soft and weak and a chronic underachiever and after working as a teller at a drugstore for ages managed to secure a job at a comic book company. He was the regular penciller on Spider Babe and he was quite good at it. Jane wasn't happy for him. Ever since their parents died she had been the bread winner. She thought comic book artists were perverts and she hated spiders anyway.
Jane got to her desk and immediately called her deputy Tony to bring her up to speed. There was a wave of kidnapping and rapes in the city: women were being abducted off the streets by a lone assailant and taken to unknown places and thoroughly fucked. Although signs of violence were minimal, the women were found drugged, naked, bound and unconscious in garbage heaps a day after their disappearance, all their orifices filled with sperm. The sperm was dead evidence against the rapist but no matches had come up. Who was this guy?
"We know that all the victims are of a particular type and build" said Tony, a fine young man and an even more promising detective. Jane used to bitch him until she realized he wasn't emasculated by her position. Since then she left him alone and he became her trusted sidekick.
"Which is?"
"They are all quite tall, athletic, strong willed and mostly brunettes."
"Hmm. You wouldn't be describing me by any chance?"
"Of course not but the thought had occurred to me."
"I want this guy found. Put every man on the job."
"There's something else you should know."
"What?"
"Your cousin is out of prison."
The normally ice cool policewoman suddenly paled. Rick her cousin was the black sheep of her family. He was her late mother's sister's only son and had been a delinquent from birth. He was a sexual predator and had once tried to rape Jane when she was twelve. Jane had managed to fight him off but just. Now she was thirty five and she was confident she could finish him in a re-match. She couldn't wait.
"When?"
"Three weeks ago."
"That coincides with when the rapes started. We must find out if he's in town and track him down. Then I'll deal with him myself."
"Yes, Boss." Tony almost wished Rick wasn't the culprit. For his sake.
2.
Jane was about to close for the day and went to the ladies' room to take a leak and powder her nose. She had barely sat on one of the toilet seats when she spied a huge black spider taking his constitutional walk across the ceiling above her cubicle. She immediately turned white and her eyes turned to saucers. Using every ounce of her resolve not to scream, she pulled up her panties and skirt and fled the cubicle with her head low. She hated spiders ever since one dropped on her head from a tree when she was six. She had gone ape-shit and the experience had given her permanent arachnophobia. She was careful not to let anyone know about it because she would be laughed out of the department. 'Hey, Dirty Jane is scared of spiders!' they would say. She wouldn't hear the end of it. She was still shivering when she drove home.
She was on the treadmill when her phone rang. Dressed in only a half-top and tights she looked stunning. Her magnificent boobs defied gravity despite their size and weight and her abs seemed hewn out of rock. Her ass looked like it was carved from stone, her long legs etched from oak. She hopped off the treadmill and picked up the phone.
"Who's this?" she asked, her voice like a fall of gravel.
"Hi, Baby" a voice drawled. Jane felt a delicious ripple of fear and anger rush down her spine.
"Rick, you bastard!" she hissed.
"How are you? It's been ages since we were last together."
