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Badge of Dishonor Ch. 01

By: D.C. Roi



Passion In James County X

Badge of Dishonor

By D.C. Roi

Chapter one

Lise Billingham finished her shower, dried herself off, and slipped on her bathrobe. She left the bathroom and walked to her bedroom, sat down in front of the dresser, picked up her comb, and began combing her hair.

Lise, who was the mother of three children, didn't look much different than she did when she graduated from high school. She was about five-eight and weighed just over a hundred and twenty-five pounds. Her body, though lean, was curved in all the right places, and she had wonderful breasts, even though she'd nursed all three of her children. Her golden brown hair hung in soft gentle curves to just above the middle of her back. Her eyes, pale blue and startlingly clear, along with her pug nose, highlighted a most attractive face.

Her husband Rod, was sitting on their bed wearing only his briefs. After watching his wife comb her hair for a few minutes, he got off the bed, walked up behind her, slid his arms around her, and hefted her breasts in his hard hands.

"Oh, Rod!!" Lise murmured. She leaned back against her husband's muscular body and felt his erection prodding her through her nightgown.

"You feel pretty damn good tonight, baby," Rod said. He moved his hips, rubbing his erection against her, and squeezed her breasts.

Lies felt her nipples begin to harden as her husband rubbed his thumbs over them. Tingles of delight spread through her body as her husband continued to caress her.

After a few minutes, Rod tugged her to her feet, then led her to the bed. Lise laid down while her husband stripped off his briefs. When he was naked, he laid atop her and his erection, wet with pre-cum, pressed between her soft thighs.

"You like my hard cock, doncha, baby?" Rod muttered as he tugged her gown up and spread her legs apart by putting one of his legs between them.

Lise felt the arrow-shaped head of her husband's erect penis pressing against her labia, then it began entering her. It felt good - it always did - when Rod's swollen shaft pressed into her. Feelings of delight continued to spread through her.

"Damn!" Rod exclaimed through clenched teeth. "I don't know how you did it. You had three kids and you still got the tightest pussy in the world!" He moved his hips, sliding his cock in and out of her.

Lise didn't like the coarse language her husband used when they made love, but she didn't complain. She knew from experience that complaining would only make him angry. As his cock began to gain speed, the feelings she was experiencing grew nicer and more intense.

"God...Damn!" Rod muttered, his teeth clenched, his neck corded from the strain of the passion he was experiencing as he drove his erection into his wife's body. "You...are...one fine...piece of...ass!! Here it comes, baby, I'm gonna come! Ahhhhhhh! Unhhhhhh!"

Lise felt her husband's hot fluids gushing into her, giving her the rush of delight they always did. She didn't experience the wild, abandoned feeling she heard some women say they did when they had an orgasm, but it felt nice just the same. The fact that Rod obviously got so much pleasure from their lovemaking was what was really important. She was happy she could be a good wife and mother.

Rod kissed her forehead, then rolled off and lay beside her. "That was fine, as usual, baby."

"I love you, Rod," Lise said softly.

"Yeah, baby, me, too," her husband mumbled, then Lise heard the sound of snoring begin. He was asleep. Why should this time be different?

Lise slipped out of their bed and walked to the bathroom. Recently she'd noticed she had a vague feeling of unease after they finished making love. She didn't understand what it was, had no one she could ask about it, so she tried to dismiss it as unimportant.

Making love with Rod was, and always had been, pleasant. It had never been the wild experience her girlfriends in high school used to giggle about in the ladies' room. Lise had always believed they were bragging, making things up to out-do each other with their stories.

When she finished in the bathroom, she went back to their bedroom and, for a little while, she stood next to the bed, looking down at her sleeping husband. Rod was good-looking. His body was as hard and firm as working out in three times a week could make it.

Lise had married Rod four years earlier, when she was eighteen. The marriage culminated what had been a tumultuous two-year courtship. Rod was one of only a few men she'd dated and the only man she'd ever slept with.

She finally got in bed, pulled up the covers, turned off the light and tried to gall sleep, but she couldn't. She was wound up. She was experiencing too much stress over the fact that she was starting a new job in the morning, she told herself. Eventually, she drifted off to sleep.


Badge of Dishonor Ch. 02



Passion In James County X

Badge of Dishonor

By D.C. Roi

Chapter two

When Lise awakened in the morning, she lay in bed next to her still-slumbering husband, planning what she'd wear to for her first day on her new job. She had been hired as personal secretary for newly-elected James County Sheriff Alex Martin. She was mentally reviewing the outfits hanging in her closet when she felt her husband move against her. His hand slid over her, cupping a breast through the silken material of her nightgown. The minute Rod touched her, tingling warmth began to fill her.

Lise's nipple stiffened in response to her husband's caress and, once more, pleasant feelings began expanding through her lovely body. She wasn't surprised Rod wanted to make love again this morning. He quite often woke up horny. She was glad her husband wanted to make love this morning for another reason. She hoped it meant he wasn't upset about her new job any more. They'd been arguing for weeks about the job and she feared the argument would continue this morning. If they made love, that argument probably wouldn't happen.

She felt Rod's swollen penis pressing against her bottom and shuddered as her husband's hand continued working on her breast, making the nipple stiff.

Rod finally rolled her onto her back, tugged up her nightgown. Then he slid his hand over her belly and between her legs. Lise gasped when two of his fingers shoved into her. She wasn't quite ready for him to do that, and it hurt a bit, but she didn't complain.

After fingering her for a while, Rod rolled between her legs and, guiding his erect cock with his hand, drove it into her. The entry of her husband's hard, hot wand sent more sensations of joy rippling through Lise.

Rod hadn't said a word to Lise since he began making love to her, and still didn't. "Unnnnnhhhhh!!!! Unnnhhhh!!!" he grunted and his thrusts became increasingly fervent.

Lise realized he was going to come, then his hot sperm was jetting into her. Seconds later, Rod's movements stopped and she felt his penis begin to soften.

The minute Rod was finished, he rolled off her, got out of bed, and headed for the bathroom. Lise lay in their bed, once again experiencing vague, uneasy feelings. Finally, she shrugged the feelings off and went back to reviewing what she planned to wear to work. She finally decided on a soft white blouse with ruffled neckline, and a loose black mid-calf length skirt with a tiny flower pattern all over it.

Rod returned from the bathroom and began getting dressed. He still hadn't spoken to Lise. When he finished dressing, he checked himself in the mirror one last time, then turned to Lise.

Lise gazed at her husband. Rod did look handsome in the tan and green uniform of the State Patrol. He'd been on the patrol for three years, was a patrolman on a small municipal police department for three years before that, and before that he was a police cadet in high school. Police work was his entire existence.

Sometimes Lise thought her husband's job meant more to him than the boys and her. She had once read a book called I Am Third, written by a famous football player. The title came from the man's belief that God was first in his life, his family was second, and he was third. Lise believed she was third in her husband's life, behind his job and his sons, in that order.

"You look wonderful, honey," Lise said. "Really handsome."

"Thanks," Rod said. He picked up his "Smokey Bear" hat. "See you at dinner tonight." He turned and walked out of the room. Lise heard his voice as he stopped to talk to their sons, then his footsteps went downstairs, the front door opened and closed, and she heard his cruiser starting.

"He didn't say anything about this being the first day of my new job," Lise mused, feeling a little disappointed. She shrugged and a wry grin formed on her pretty face. "Of course, I suppose I should look on the bright side. He didn't yell at me about it, either."

She got up, slipped on a robe, and headed for the bathroom to get a shower. She wanted to get going early so she had time to get the boys settled in their first day of day care.




Badge of Dishonor Ch. 03



Passion In James County X

Badge of Dishonor

By D.C. Roi

Chapter three

Alex Martin, a handsome, bulky man with light brown hair and clear blue eyes, woke up, looked out the bedroom window, and saw that it was just starting to get light. The rising sun was still just a brilliant golden-glow on the horizon.

His wife, Jennifer, was lying next to him on her side, with her back to him. It was warm in their bedroom and she'd tossed the covers off during the night. He gazed at the graceful curve of her back, the luscious, rounded curves of her trim buttocks and lithe legs, and felt himself growing hard.

Alex slid against his wife, and when he did, his rigid cock insinuated itself between her buttocks. As he snuggled against her, he relished the warmth of her silken skin and smelled the fresh scent of her hair.

Jennifer moaned softly and pressed her bottom back against him.

Alex slid his hand over his wife's side, down onto the soft slope of a magnificent breast and cupped the firm globe in his hand. He could feel the nipple erecting against his palm.

"Ohhhhhh!!!" Jennifer groaned. She stretched and clenched the muscles in her bottom, tightening it around her husband's erection. "I do believe someone's wide awake!"

The pressure of his wife's buttocks on his stiff penis was making Alex wild. They'd been married almost five years, but each time they made love, it still was different and exciting. He began to move his hips, delighted by how good it felt to be poking his swollen organ between his wife's firm buttocks. It felt so good, he could probably come this way if he kept it up very long!

"Oh, Alex..." Jennifer purred, her body quivering from her husband's insistent caresses, "That feels so nice!" Alex was constantly helping her discover erogenous zones she never knew she had. Having his erection thrusting between her buttocks felt so good! The tip kept brushing her anus, making her tremble. She laid there, enjoying the sensations. "I wonder if it would be possible for him to get in me there?" she wondered and the thought made her shudder. She moaned softly.

"You like this, do you darling?" Alex asked, rolling a rigid nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

"Ohhhhh!!! Yesssss!!!" Jennifer replied. "It's heavenly!!" She wanted more. She needed to have that delicious pole inside her. She raised her leg and hooked it back over him. "Yessss!!!" she groaned when the tip of his swollen wand plowed between the lips of her vagina. "That's better!" She slid her hand through her rich thicket of pubic hair and, the next time Alex thrust forward, his mighty poker slid into her, filling her. "Baby!!!" she moaned, "Oh, baby!!!!"

Alex felt Jennifer's hand on his erection, then he felt warmth and dampness engulf it as it entered her. He began moving his hips and felt the spiral of delight begin.

"Oh, God!! Oh, God!! Oh, God!!" Jennifer chanted as her husband lunged into her, "Take meee!! That's it!!! Take meeeeeee!!!"

Alex did just that. He slid his hand from her breast to her groin, found her erect clit, and began stroking it.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!!" Jennifer cried, enraptured, "Oh, yesss!!!! Oh, yesssssssssss!!!!!" She could feel it coming! It was going to happen!

Alex, too, felt the signals warning him his body was prepared to unleash itself. Deep inside him, the pulsations began, excitement swelled, blossomed, and grew, filling his whole being.

"Jennifer!!! Oh, God!!! Jennifer!!!!" he cried when his thick cream started blasting out of his throbbing organ.

"Yessssss!!!! Yesssssss!!!" Jennifer cried when she felt her husband's torrid fluids splattering her insides, taking her over the summit. "Come!!! Commmeeeee!!! Filll meeeeeee!!! Take meeeee!!! Yesssss!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Yessssssssss!!!!!"

Afterward, they lay in each other's arms, gazing fondly at each other.

Jennifer kissed Alex softly. "You really are a wonder! Every time we make love, you make me feel better than I ever believed possible," she told him.

Alex blushed.

They snuggled a little longer, enjoying the warmth of contact. Finally, Jennifer rolled on her side and propped herself up on her elbow. "Well, Mr. Sheriff, I suppose now that you've had your way with me, you're going to go off to your office and leave me here alone," she said, smiling.

Alex smiled back at her. "That's exactly what I'm going to do," he said. "The citizens of James County didn't elect me sheriff so I could spend all my time in bed with you."

Today was his first full day on the job. Prior to being elected sheriff, he served as chief of detectives for the Jamestown Police Department, and before that, he had been a member of the detective division of a large metropolitan police department.

"I thought you loved me," Jennifer said, pouting.

Alex grinned at her. "I do love you," he said, "but a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do." He slid out of bed and headed for the bathroom.

Alex stood under the shower, letting the hot spray blast down on him. As she did, he felt a warm hand slide around his hip and down onto his penis. He stiffened, turned and saw his wife's grinning face. "Don't...don't stop," he stammered, as Jennifer massaged his organ to full erection.

"I couldn't resist, I had to join you," Jennifer murmured. She let her free hand roam over her husband's soap-slick body while the other hand pumped his now-hard penis. "You don't mind, do you?"

"Nooooo!!" Alex groaned, his legs getting rubbery. His wife's lovely body, covered with droplets of water, glistened. Her nipples were hard and she rubbed them against his arm while her hand stroked him, making him feel incredibly good. "I...I love it!"

"I'm glad. You know how much I love taking a shower with you," Jennifer murmured. The contact with Alex's body, especially that wonderful penis of his, was getting her very turned on!

Alex had the soapy washcloth in his hand and used it to caress his wife. It didn't take long before she was gasping as loud as he was.

"Godddd!!!" Jennifer whispered, squeezing her husband's erect organ. Alex's hand, working furiously between her legs, had her about to melt.

Alex had kind of hoped Jennifer would join him in the shower, and had gotten started early with that in mind. He felt her trembling and knew she was close to coming.

"Oh, God, Alex, you're turning me on so much!" Jennifer gasped, quivering. "I have to have you!" She tugged his erection. "Please, Alex, I need you!"

"Turn around and bend over," Alex grunted.

Knowing what was to come, Jennifer did, clutching the soap dish and one of the faucets for support.

Alex moved behind her, grabbed his penis in his hand, and slid the tip up and down through the soapy lips of her opening.

"In meeee!!! Please, Alex!!! I need you!!!" Jennifer begged, pushing her lovely bottom back at him.

Alex heard his wife's pleas, but didn't comply right away. Instead, he continued probing her with his fingers while her body continued to buck and quiver. He teased her anus with one of his fingers.

"Ohhhhhh!!! Goddddd!!! That feels so good, Alex!!!" Jennifer pressed back at him and her husband's soap-slick finger began sliding slowly into her snug nether opening. She couldn't believe what Alex was doing, or that it felt so marvelous!

Alex was as incredulous at what was happening as his wife was. His penis got even harder. This was too much!

 "Alex!!! Oh, Goddddd!!! That feels so good!!! So gooooooddddd!!!!" Jennifer groaned, her body twisting and turning. She was ecstatic. She never dreamed having Alex's finger in her bottom would feel so good!

Alex's level of passion had reached a point from which there was no turning back. Keeping his finger in his wife's anus, he guided his erection to her vagina, then shoved it in until his thighs slapped against hers. Powerfully, he began lunging into her, his erection plunging deep, his finger doing the same in her bottom.

"Gggggggaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Nowwwwwwwwwww!!! Nowwwwwwwww!!! Ohhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Jennifer cried, going wild. Alex's dual invasion of her body gave her sensations she never dreamed were possible and overwhelming ecstasy caused by Alex's hard shaft and probing finger swept over her like a tidal wave.

"Uhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Yeahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Alex groaned as he hosed his wife's insides with powerful spurts of warm sticky cream.

As their passion waned, the lovers sank to their knees on the floor of the shower, warm water pelting them and clutched each other until their strength returned.

"God, Alex, that was incredible!" Jennifer breathed as her husband's softening penis slipped from her and his finger left her. "What ever made you do that?"

"I don't know," Alex said, "It just seemed like a good idea, so I did it! You aren't upset, are you?"

Jennifer turned and kissed him passionately. "How could I be mad?" she exclaimed. "God, it felt so wonderful! I'm not sure I've ever felt anything quite that intense!"

Alex felt his face redden. Even after five years of marriage, he had a hard time handling his wife's compliments about his love-making ability. "Ah...I...I'm glad you liked it," he said.

"I loved it!" Jennifer said and kissed him again.

They finished their shower, dried off, and got dressed. Then they went downstairs and Jennifer cooked Alex a big breakfast.

"You know," she said, while she was placing the food on the table, "I don't know if I told you, but you really look handsome in your uniform."

"Thanks," Alex replied. He had purchased a brand-new uniform, and thought wearing it for his first day on the job was a good idea. He'd been a detective too long, though, and didn't plan to wear the uniform often.

After breakfast, Alex gave Jennifer a long, loving kiss, then he headed for work.



Badge of Dishonor Ch. 04



Passion In James County X

Badge of Dishonor

By D.C. Roi

Chapter four

Soft hands slid over Tim Jackman's body and wrapped around his penis, which began to swell. He groaned with delight. Tim was twenty-eight years old, moderately good-looking, and bulky, but not fat. He had light brown hair and hazel eyes that twinkled when his good sense of humor was in use. He stood six feet tall in his bare feet.

The hand kept stroking him insistently, then another joined in, rolling his balls and teasing his scrotum. It felt too good. Tim couldn't remain still any longer. He groaned with delight and arched his back, lifting his hips off the bed.

"You like that, do you?" a soft female voice asked.

Tim opened his eyes when he heard his wife's voice. Heidi, a lithe, curvy woman who was quite a bit older than her husband, was on the bed, naked, kneeling at his hips, holding his swelling penis in her hand. God! She had him so turned on! What a way to wake up! He let his eyes travel over his wife's gorgeous body. She had white-blonde hair she was wearing in a pixie cut, bright blue eyes, and a face that made her look years younger than she really was. Although she was only about five-eight, she had a slim, but incredibly well-shaped body.

"I love the way you get hard the minute I touch you," his wife murmured, her eyes glazed with lust. "It starts out small, but it gets so big!" She gave her husband's engorged member a gentle squeeze. "I don't know how I lived before I had this!"

Heidi had awakened horny. Her husband got home late the night before and they'd fallen asleep without making love, something that didn't happen very often.

She woke up before the alarm went off that morning, and, after watching her husband sleep for a while, she began making love to him.

"Oh, Heidi!!!" Tim groaned, his hips twisting and turning. "Godddd!!"

"You're such a good husband," Heidi purred. "Since this is a special day for you, I think you deserve a special kiss." She bent and took his erection in her mouth.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!" Tim moaned as ecstasy bubbled through him. His wife's hot mouth did wonderful things to him. His fingers clutched at the sheets as wave after wave of delight swept over him. He'd never been awakened more delightfully!

Heidi's early-morning love-making caught Tim off-guard so his control wasn't what it could have been. He felt his insides begin to churn. He was going to come!

"Heidi!" he groaned, "I...I'm gonna come! It...that feels too good!"

Heidi heard her husband's plaintive cry, but sucking him felt so fantastic, she decided to let him come in her mouth. It was still early, so they'd have plenty of time to make love after this!

Tim realized his wife wasn't heeding his warning. If anything, her actions intensified. He struggled to get control, but the harder he tried, the less control he had. "Gahhhhhhhh!!!!!" he moaned at last, unable to wait any longer! With incredibly wonderful spasms shaking him, he erupted powerfully into his wife's mouth.

Heidi heard her husband's moaned warning, felt his swollen penis twitch, and knew he was going to come. Then he was shooting hot, sticky cream into her mouth! A shudder went through her body and she experienced an orgasm of her own! She hadn't expected that, and was delighted when it happened!  She continued licking and sucking Tim until his penis began to soften. Only then did she let his organ slide from her mouth.

Tingling with the sweetness of what she'd just experienced, her face slick with his come, Heidi stretched out on the bed next to her husband and kissed him.

"What about you?" Tim asked. "That was fantastic! But what about you?"

"I came, too, love," Heidi said softly. "Just a little orgasm, but it was nice."

"You did?" Tim said, surprised that was possible.

"Yes, my darling, I did," Heidi said, and kissed him again. "Being married to you is one wonderful new experience after another."

"It sure is!" Tim replied. He kissed her. "What time is it, anyhow?"

Heidi laughed. "It's only five-thirty," she told him. "I know you don't want to be late for work your first day on your new job, but we've got plenty of time."

Tim grinned at his wife. "Plenty of time for what?" he asked.

"If you don't know, I'm sure not going to tell you," Heidi said. She laid back.

Tim looked at is wife. Her chest, which was adorned with a pair of the loveliest breasts he'd ever seen, capped with half-hard nipples, rose and fell slowly. He leaned over and kissed her softly on the forehead. "Was this what you were thinking about?" he asked.

"Mmmmmmm!!! That's exactly what I was thinking about!" Heidi replied.  A soft smile curved her lips and she rolled over and snuggled against him.

Tim put an arm around his wife and pulled her close. He loved to have her in his arms and to feel her body pressing against his. He began running his fingers lightly up and down her back, savoring the feel of her soft skin.

"Godddd!!!" Heidi murmured, "Oh, Tim, that feels sooooo nice!"

"You are so beautiful!" he told her. "You feel so good!"

Heidi pressed against him. "I love the way you touch me! Have I told you that lately?" she asked.

"Not for at least five minutes," Tim said. He kept stroking her, occasionally feeling her shiver as his hands moved over a sensitive spot on her anatomy. He never wanted the feeling of warmth and contentment he was experiencing at that moment to end.

"Ohhhh!!!" Heidi moaned when her husband's hand slid over her buttocks. She covered his lips with hers.

Tim rolled on his back, pulling his wife on top of him. The kiss deepened and intensified, and he could feel himself getting hard again. His hands slid down her back, cupped her bottom, and pulled her against him. 

Finally, needing air, they ended the kiss. Heidi's face was flushed and she was gasping for breath. Tim gently caressed the side of one of her breasts.

"Ohhhhh!!! You're turning me on again!" Heidi exclaimed, shuddering. She shifted atop him and her lips again covered his.

"Isn't that what you wanted me to do?" Tim asked. He tangled his hands in her soft hair and pulled her face against his. Their lips met and their tongues thrust and parried, amplifying their growing need.

Heidi's legs were on either side of Tim's hips and when their second kiss ended, she looked at him, surprised. "I..I can't believe it! You're hard again!"

Tim smiled at her, his fingertips tracing up her arms to her shoulders and back down again. "Isn't that what you wanted?" he murmured.

"It's exactly what I wanted!" Heidi replied. She began moved her hips, rubbing her warm, damp opening against Tim's erection, which was sandwiched between their bellies.

Tim cupped her breasts and caressed them, feeling the nipples stiffen into his palms. Slowly, gently, he worked over the lovely nubs, needles of pleasure poking into his hands and radiating down his arms.

His hips began moving, thrusting against her, adding to the sensations that were resulting from their pleasure-seeking contact.

Heidi reached between them, grabbed his erection, raised herself, put the tip between her vaginal lips, teased herself - and Tim - for a bit, then slowly, maddeningly, she descended onto it, engulfing him with warmth and wetness.

"Ahhhhh!!!!" Tim gasped as Heidi impaled herself on him. He gazed up at his wife's passion-slack features. She was so lovely!

Heidi pressed down against him, beginning to undulate her hips, rubbing her pubic bone against his.

Moans and cries bubbled from Heidi as their bodies thrust against each other with increasing insistence. Her hips rocked and twisted, her back arched, pressing her hard-tipped breasts tighter against Tim's palms. Her head lolled back, her hair dancing and bobbing with the movement of her bucking body.

Tim watched Heidi and thought his wife was a vision of ecstasy. Her body strained, then relaxed, her hands gripped his arms. Her face was a mask of bliss. A sheen of sweat made her skin glisten, and the lovely distended tips of her breasts traced imaginary circles in the air as she thrashed up and down. Her hips rolled and heaved as Tim clutched them. He didn't think anything could top what they'd shared earlier, but was wrong.

"Oh, God, Tim, this feels so good!" Heidi moaned as she worked against him.

The friction of their joining sent irresistible waves of pleasure surging through Tim. He abandoned her breasts and grasped a luscious buttock in each hand, forcing her tighter against him, feeling the movement of her muscles against his hands.

"Oh, yessss!!!! Oh, yesssss!!!!" Heidi groaned, "So gooooodddd!!! So gooooodddd!!!" She continued to moan and whimper with rapture as Tim's organ plunged into her and whipped around in the tight confines of her vagina.

Tim felt his groin tighten and knew he'd soon experience a mad flurry of pleasure. He loved having Heidi on top when they made love because it allowed him visual enjoyment of her response. It also permitted him to use his hands. Watching her ride to higher and higher planes of gratification and being able to caress her as she did made the experience much more enjoyable for him.

Heidi's hips banged against him as if she were trying to drive him through the bed and she once again babbled with delight as passion overpowered her.

Tim grunted and strained as his wife's rippling vagina wrung an orgasm from him. Jet after jet of his hot cream spewed into her, bathing her insides with hot stickiness. He clung to her desperately until the spasms of delight peaked, then began to wane.

Heidi's fevered bucking eventually began to slow and was replaced by intermittent thrusts. Then even those came farther and farther apart. At last she lay, quiet, on Tim. His still-rigid penis remained hilted in her and their blended juices trickled onto him from her over-filled opening.

Tim cradled Heidi in his arms, feeling her relax, her breathing calm, the palpitations of her vaginal walls still. Calling what he felt at that point satisfaction wouldn't come close.

Heidi stirred, raised herself a little and looked down at her husband, her eyes brimming with fondness.

"You are amazing!" he said.

Heidi kissed her husband tenderly, then rolled off and snuggled against him. "You make me feel so good!" she whispered, putting an arm around him. He kissed her lovely lips and they held each other, not talking, for a long time.

"Did I tell you how proud I am of you?" Heidi said.

"You're just saying that because I'm getting a raise," Tim replied, smiling.

"You figured it out, did you?" Heidi giggled. She stretched.

The languid, sensuous movement of his wife's luscious body thrilled Tim. Watching his wife stretch was one of Tim's favorite things. The way she did it, so feline and sensual, was a special sight.

Heidi got out of bed and stood next to it looking down at him. Tim caressed one of her buttocks.

"You really do like my bottom, don't you?" Heidi asked, squirming a little.

"It's the best I've ever seen," Tim told her.

She giggled, blushed, then turned and walked out of the room.

An hour later, Tim and Heidi were sitting at their kitchen table, eating breakfast.

"Are you really that nervous about your new job?" Heidi asked her husband.

"A little," he replied. "Actually, more than a little." He'd resigned from the Jamestown Police Department, where he was a detective sergeant, to take a job with his former boss, Alex Martin, the new sheriff of James County. Tim was going to be a detective lieutenant in charge of the sheriff's department's small detective division.

"I just hope the other deputies won't resent having a kid like me coming in as a lieutenant," he said. "I mean, there are a lot of guys in the sheriff's department with a lot more experience than I have."

"Maybe," Heidi said, "but Alex hired you, so he obviously believes you can do the job." She grinned at him. "And so do I."

Tim got up, walked around to the side of the table where his wife was sitting, and kissed her. Then he went into their den and got his 9 mm semi-automatic pistol out of the locked cabinet where he kept it and shoved it into his shoulder holster.

He returned to the kitchen and smiled at Heidi, who was still sitting at the table. "Want me to stop by the school to have lunch with you?" he asked.

"I'll be hurt if you don't," Heidi replied, smiling. "I want to hear all about how your first morning went."







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Badge of Dishonor Ch. 05



Passion In James County X

Badge of Dishonor

By D.C. Roi

Chapter five

"321 to Jamestown," Rod Billingham said into the microphone of his cruiser's radio.

"Jamestown, go ahead, 321," the dispatcher replied.

"I'm 10-41," Rod said, using the radio code that indicated he was on duty. "I'll be stopping to do a follow-up interview on a B & E investigation before I come in to the office this morning."

"Copy, 321," the dispatcher said. "Do you have an ETA this location?"

"I should be there in about an hour, hour and a half, max," Rod replied.

"Copy, 321," the dispatcher said. "An hour to an hour and a half."

Rod turned his cruiser off the main highway, drove a little way down a narrow blacktop road, then turned again, onto a dirt road. A short distance down that road he pulled up in front of a small house.

"321 to Jamestown," he said into the radio mike.

"Go ahead, 321," the dispatcher replied.

"Be off on Adams Road, on portable, for that investigation follow-up," Rod said.

"Copy, 321, you'll be off on Adams Road, on portable, investigation follow-up," the dispatcher said.

Rod shut the cruiser's engine off, got out, and started toward the small house. 

Inside the house, Nancy Burke was just about to start doing laundry. She was married, but had no children. She was tall, about five-ten, full-bodied, and had close-cropped flaming red hair. Her breasts were quite large, and pushed out against the pale blue shirt she wore, along with a khaki A-line skirt. She heard a knock on her door and went to answer it. When she opened the front door and saw the tall police officer standing there, she smiled nervously. "Hi, Rod," she said softly.

"Hi, babe," Rod said. "You don't mind my stopping by this morning, do you?"

Nancy shook her head. "Of course not," she replied.

Rod had stopped at her house a few weeks earlier to investigate a burglary she had reported. Someone had broken into their garage and stolen some of her husband's tools. That first meeting had led to others, and during his third visit, they wound up in bed. He'd been stopping by two or three times a week since.

Rod walked by Nancy, into the living room, laid his "Smokey Bear" hat on the coffee table in front of the sofa, and began unbuckling his pistol belt.

"Rod, I...we...this is wrong...we...we shouldn't be..." Nancy stammered. She knew her protests were pointless, that she wanted him to be there and wanted to do the things she knew they'd do. But it was a part of a ritual that had developed between them. "I can't...not again."

"Come on, babe, sure you can," Rod said. He began unbuttoning his uniform shirt. "I know you don't want your old man to know why you're getting so much police attention lately. You don't do you?"

"I...I..." Nancy mumbled. She felt herself begin to tremble. He was right. If her husband found out what she was doing, he'd divorce her. "Please, Rod!" she said, trying to make it sound like she was protesting, even though she was really becoming aroused. "This isn't right! I'm a married woman. You're a married man!"

"Fuck that marriage shit!" Rod snapped. "Last time I was here you were hornier than I was, for Christ's sake! Hell, I know you like fucking me! Maybe more than I like fucking you!" He liked their little game almost as much as Nancy seemed to. But he knew something she didn't. If she continued to resist him, he'd take her anyhow.

Once he had his shirt off, Rod walked across the living room and pulled Nancy roughly into his arms. His lips crushed against hers in a bruising kiss, then he took his mouth from hers, breathing hard. "Ready to go to your bedroom?" he asked.

Nancy looked down at her feet and slowly nodded her head.

"Let's get going," Rod said. "I got work to do today." He took her arm and led her up the stairs, to the bedroom she and her husband shared. Inside the room, he let go of her and began taking off the rest of his clothes. "Come on, Nancy, get your clothes off," he said. "Let's get to it!"

Nancy slowly took her clothes off. Trembling with need, she stood naked in front of Rod, staring at the floor. He looked her over, his eyes bright with lust.

"You really are one fucking good looking broad," Rod said, moving close to her, hefting her breasts in his hands.

Tingles of pleasure raced into Nancy and she gasped while Rod crudely manipulated her firm, smooth globes and began rubbing his thumbs over her stiffening nipples.

Nancy felt herself trembling more and more violently as Rod's hands brought the rosy tips of her breasts to life. Passion began to fill her body and she felt the strength leaving her legs. Rod bent and began sucking her nipples, moving his mouth from one to the other.

"Ohhhhhh!!!" Nancy moaned softly. Her body ached for his thrusting penis and she no longer cared about acting as if she was being forced. She continued trembling, anticipating the release she knew he'd give her.

"See," Rod said, "You want it, don't you?"

Nancy stood there, mute.

"Don't you, babe?" Rod asked, his voice louder. He wanted to hear her say it, to have her ask him for what he knew she wanted.

Weakly, Nancy nodded. "Ye...yes," she whispered. "I...I want you to fuck me."

"Get on the bed," Rod told her.

Nancy laid down on the bed on her back and spread her legs.

"Not like that! Get on your knees," Rod said, "This time we're gonna do it doggie-style."

Nancy got to her knees, then felt the bed sink as Rod knelt on it behind her.

"You really got a great ass, you know that, Nancy?" Rod exclaimed, patting it a little harder than he needed to. He guided his erection to her opening, inserted it, then grabbed her hips and drove deeply into her.

"Yeah! Oh, yeah! You're fantastic!!" Rod groaned. He leaned over, grabbed her breasts, and began pounding into her.

Nancy was so desperate for loving it didn't take much to get her going. Between the sensations she was receiving from his mauling hands and his driving cock, she rapidly raced toward orgasm. "Ohhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhh!!!" she moaned, her hips starting to move back to meet his thrusts. She could hear the sound of their bodies slapping together as Rod lunged into her.

"Take it, babe!! Here it comes!!!" Rod groaned, his movements becoming frenzied. His fluids began spewing into Nancy, bathing her insides with heat and wetness.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" Nancy moaned, her hips rocking, as his hot cream triggered her orgasm.

When Rod finished coming, he pulled out of Nancy, patted her on the ass, then flopped back on the bed. "That was damn good!" he said. "Nancy, babe, you're one helluva piece of ass!"

Nancy lay on the bed, curled up, listening to Rod as he put his clothes back on. Then she heard his footsteps going down the stairs. After a few more minutes, her front door opened and closed, and she heard his car drive off. Lying there alone, she began to cry. Why did she have to get involved in a disgusting affair in order to achieve satisfaction?

"321 to Jamestown," Rod said into his radio mike.

"Jamestown, go ahead, 321," the dispatcher said.

"I'm 10-8, 10-76 to the office," Rod told her. "My ETA is fifteen minutes."

"Copy, 321, you'll be in the office in fifteen minutes," the dispatcher said.




Badge of Dishonor Ch. 06



Passion In James County X: Badge of Dishonor

Chapter six

Lise dropped her kids off at the county employees daycare center, then she headed for the sheriff's office to begin her first day on the job. She was nervous, but she was looking forward to the challenge of working, too. She had worked as a secretary in a large law firm for a short time after she graduated from high school, but hadn't worked since her marriage. Now she was going to be the personal secretary for the new sheriff, Alex Martin, who seemed like a very nice man. Even though she was looking forward to her job, the responsibilities of working full-time were still a bit daunting.

She parked her car in the lot behind the big brick building that housed the sheriff's department offices, locked it, then walked inside. The first person she saw was Alex, who was talking with a heavy-set woman sitting at the radio console. He smiled when he saw Lise. "Well, don't you look nice this morning, Lise?" he said. "Ready to get to work?"

Lise felt herself blushing. "Yes," she said, "I am. I...I hope I can do the job."

"I'm sure you can," Alex said. "Otherwise I wouldn't have hired you. Come on, I've got some memos I want you to type, you can get started with them." He turned to the dispatcher. "Sophie," he said, "Call all the supervisors and tell them, I'd like to meet with them in my office as soon as I show Lise what she needs to do."

"Will do, Sheriff," the dispatcher said.

"The memos outline changes I'm making in the operation of the department," Alex explained to Lise when they reached the office she would be using. "I'm going to brief the supervisors this morning, but I want it all down on paper, too, so we can post it in the roll call room and detectives' area." He explained the format he wanted her to use, then left to meet with his men.

Lise booted her computer, took the yellow legal pad covered with neat handwriting, and began working on the memos.

Alex walked into his office. Tim Jackman, who was taking over command of the detective division was there, along with Bonnie Miller, the patrol supervisor, and Willis Graves, who was in charge of the jail and department's civil division, the deputies who staffed the county jail, served legal papers, and provided bailiffs for the court.

Alex looked around, "Where's Burke?" he asked. He was referring to Frank Burke, who he'd recruited from another sheriff's department to run the administrative support division, which included the crime lab, the vehicle maintenance facilities, and the overall administrative operations of the department.

"Right here, Alex," Frank Burke said, walking in. He was a big, bulky man, with long years of police experience. He was particularly good at the scientific aspects of crime-fighting, which was why Alex hired him away from his previous department.

Alex stood up. "As you all probably know, I'm instituting some changes in the way the department operates," he began. "I've been reviewing over the department's existing operational procedures with Sheriff Donaldson for the last few months and I believe the changes I'm making will reduce the amount of administrative time all of the officers working the streets have to spend, and will allow them more time out on the street to do police work. It should also clarify the chain of authority, too."

He paused as a murmur of assent went through the room. "The biggest change is in the chain of command," Alex said. "We're a fairly small department, but I saw a lot of places where communications were breaking down. That messes things up for all of us. Starting today, we're splitting operations into four commands: patrol, civil and custodial, investigations, and administrative support services."

He looked out at his three supervisors and saw them nodding. "Bonnie, will continue to be in charge of patrol. Tim will head up investigations. Willis you still have the courts and civil service until I hire someone to handle the jail. Frank, you've got support services. I'll be available to help out any time you need me, and will handle any internal affairs-type investigations myself. I want all of you to feel free to consult with me at any time."

"How do we decide who handles what?" Bonnie Miller, a solidly built woman with short brown hair and a pleasant face, asked. "I mean, patrol's been handling a lot of minor investigations, car thefts, simple burglaries, stuff like that."

"Keep doing it," Alex said. "That's the only way officers are going to get investigative experience. Your people can handle misdemeanor investigations. Felony cases, too, if you can clear them within twenty-four hours. Anything else, you check with Tim."

He looked at Tim. "I want your crew to handle all serious felonies, drug investigations, homicides and serious assaults, missing persons," he said, "and whatever else comes along. Any questions, check with me."

"Got it, boss," Tim said.

"What about me?" Frank Burke asked.

"You've got the lab, fingerprints, photos and crime scene analysis," Alex said. "You also supervise computer operations. Your division is there to support the other divisions." He turned to Tim and Bonnie. "Of course, the only way Frank's people will be able to do a good job for you is if your people provide him with good information to work with. Got that?"

Bonnie and Tim nodded.

"OK," Alex said. "The key to all this working is cooperation. Any problems, I want to know how you're solving them. If you've got trouble, come to me. My door is always open, and I'll have my pager with me no matter where I am. I don't intend to be office-bound, either. I plan to spend as much time in the field, both with patrol and detectives, as I can. Any questions?"

"Can I bring in a couple of people from my old department?" Frank asked. "I had a couple of lab guys working for me who retired, but I think I can get them back."

"You want them, you hire them," Alex said.

"What's the deal on the new cruisers?" Bonnie asked. "When are they supposed to be delivered?"

"I talked with the dealer yesterday," Alex said. "They should be in early next week. If we can get the markings on and all the equipment installed, they should be on the road by the end of the week."

"Good," Bonnie said. "We sure as hell need them."

"You have any thoughts on who you're assigning to the Camaros?" Alex asked. As an experiment, instead of traditional four-door sedans, Alex ordered a pair of high-performance Camaros to be used for road patrol on the freeways that ran through the county.

"I think I'm going to give them to Donny Hicks and Marsha Dumont," Bonnie said. "Both of them have been through that performance driving school down in Florida. They're the best drivers I've got. Sensible, too."

"OK," Alex said. He looked at Tim. "Your division will be getting new units this year, too, Tim," he said. "I've never thought it was fair to put detectives in re-painted crapped out cruisers."

"What are we getting?" Tim asked.

"The same Caprices we're buying for the patrol division, complete police package, the works."

"Good," Tim said.

"But..." Alex continued, "I want each of you to have your own personal unit. Unfortunately, I couldn't find enough money in the budget for four additional units. So..." He grinned. "I'm having the best of the old cruisers re-painted. They'll be assigned to the three of you and I'm using the fourth one. I want you to take them home with you."

The three supervisors didn't look thrilled, but they forced smiles onto their faces and nodded.

"At least he's not taking one of the new units for himself," Bonnie thought. "Maybe he's going to work out OK after all."

"Go get 'em," Alex said. "Let's do the job the citizens of James County pay us to do."

When the supervisors had departed, Alex walked out to the office where Lise was bent over the computer, working diligently. "How's it going, Lise?" he asked.

"I've almost got those flow charts done," Lise replied.

"My God, Lise," Alex said, smiling, "I'm going to have to hire somebody to make up things for you to do if you keep this up."

Lise smiled and felt her face get hot. "Thank you, Alex," she said.



Badge of Dishonor Ch. 07



Passion In James County X: Badge of Dishonor

Chapter seven

Rod Billingham finished his paperwork at the state patrol office, then he headed out to do a few hours of traffic patrol, the primary focus of which was speed enforcement. Not long after he'd been assigned to the Jamestown office, he had found a spot on one of the state highways outside Jamestown that allowed him to clock speeders without being seen. He was guaranteed to write five or more speeding tickets in less than three hours.

The patrol's brass adamantly denied they had quotas for the number of tickets troopers were expected to issue but, like any bureaucracy, the patrol depended heavily on statistics to rate the performance of their troopers. Every trooper knew they needed to write a certain number of traffic tickets every shift if they wanted a chance to advance up the promotional ladder. Rod very much wanted to move up in the department. In fact, he could imagine himself being head of the patrol one day.

He had just gotten in position when the alert tone on his radar unit went off. He glanced at the display, which read "68." The speed limit on that particular stretch of road was 40 and, when he glanced at the highway, he saw a red sports car whiz by. The operator looked like an attractive blonde.

"Here we go," Rod said. He pulled his cruiser into "Drive," and pulled out onto the highway after the red car. As he neared it, he flipped a switch on the panel above the two-way radio and siren. The blue lights mounted on the roof of his car began blinking. He saw the driver of the car he was behind check her mirror. She slowed down, but didn't stop.

"What the hell?" Rod thought. He was about to reach for the radio mike, to alert dispatch he had a subject who was failing to yield, when the car's right turn signal and brake lights came on. He was even more puzzled when the car turned onto a barely visible dirt road and proceeded in a little way, then stopped. His jaw nearly hit his chest when the driver waved to him, as if she were beckoning him to come up to her car.

Rod pulled up behind the car, shut off his flashing blue lights, grabbed his ticket pad, and got out of the car. He should have called dispatch to let them know he was making a traffic stop and what his location was, especially since the driver of the car he had stopped was acting pretty weird, but he didn't do that. The driver was a woman. How much trouble could a lone woman give him?

Rod did practice some safety measures. He unsnapped the strap that held his pistol in his holster and held his hand on the gun as he approached the red car. Once he was able to look down into the car, his jaw hit his chest again and he began gasping for breath.

"Hello, officer, was I speeding again?" the driver asked in a very husky, sexy voice.

The speeder he'd stopped was an extremely attractive blonde, who was wearing a tan cotton dress that had buttons all the way down the front, and a black belt around the waist.

What made it hard for Rod to breathe was that all of the buttons down the front of the dress were undone, as was the belt. And the woman wasn't wearing anything under the cotton dress! The girl had a fantastic tan...all over...and no tan line! He realized immediately she wasn't a true blonde. A thatch of curly brown hair nestled where her smooth, athletic legs and curved torso met. Her breasts, firm and capped with large nipples, jutted from her lean chest.

Rod was stunned. He'd heard about women who got off on guys in uniform, and he had taken advantage of more than a few of them. But he'd never met a woman this wanton before.

As Rod stood next to the low-slung car, his crotch was at the woman's eye level. As he stood there, gasping for breath, staring at her, a slim arm emerged from the car and her fingers slid lightly over his groin. He'd begun getting hard the minute he saw the woman in the car, but when her fingers touched his cock, it snapped to attention.

"My goodness, officer!" the driver murmured. Her fingers measured his swollen wand, then they sought his zipper.

Rod was shaking, trying to figure out what was going on, when he felt her tug on his pants, then heard his zipper buzz down. His legs got a bit wobbly, so he leaned on the car to support himself. "Uhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" he groaned when the woman reached into his uniform pants and began caressing his cock with her soft, warm hand. "This can't be happening!" he thought. "I must be hallucinating!"

"My, my," the woman whispered, running her fingers lightly up and down Rod's cock, which now protruded obscenely from his pants. "You have quite a nightstick here, officer!"

"Ah..." Rod gasped, trying to respond, trying to get his thoughts together. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" he moaned when warmth and wetness engulfed him. He looked down and saw his cock disappearing between the blonde's swollen red lips.

The woman began moving her head back and forth. She was fucking Rod with her mouth, holding onto his pants for leverage. His aluminum ticket pad slid from his hands and clanked off the side of the car as it fell to the ground.

All Rod could do was lean on the car and let the woman do what she was doing. He realized quickly that the woman was no amateur at sucking cock. Stupendous feelings rushed through him and he felt himself rushing rapidly toward release. He'd never had a more erotic experience, had never felt more out of control! Then he lost control.

"Gahhhhhhhhhh!!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" he groaned, his hips bucking, as his seed boiled up, then spewed out of him, into the woman's mouth. He thought she'd stop what she was doing then, but she didn't, not right away.

The woman kept working on him with her lips, tongue, and fingers, sending sensations into him that were so intense that they verged on pain. His legs went weak and his fingers clawed at the smooth metal of the car's roof. Then, finally, the overwhelming sensations stopped.

The woman looked up at Rod, smiled. Some of his spend had dribbled onto her chin. Her tongue emerged and licked it off. "You aren't going to give me a ticket, are you officer?" she purred.

"Ah...no...I...I'm not..." Rod gasped, trying to get his wits about him. "You...you can...you can go..."

"Thank you so much, officer," the woman purred. She put her car in gear, backed past his cruiser out onto the highway, then drove off.

Rod stood there, staring at the red car as it disappeared around a corner on the highway. Then he stuffed himself back in his pants, and zipped himself up.

He bent and retrieved his aluminum pad from where it had fallen, then, on wobbly legs, he walked back to his cruiser and sank into the driver's seat. He realized he hadn't gotten the woman's name, so he copied the license number down, his hands shaking so hard the number was barely legible. Then, finally, he backed out of the small road, and sat next to the highway, still trying to convince himself that what had happened to him was real.

"Jamestown to 321," the radio crackled, startling him enough so he jumped.

Rod grabbed the radio mike. "Ah...3...321, go ahead, Jamestown," he replied.

"325 is requesting backup at a domestic," the dispatcher told him. "2125 Markview, Jamestown Estates."

"Copy, Jamestown, 2125 Markview, Jamestown Estates," Rod repeated. "I'm 10-76 to that location, ETA ten minutes."

"Jamestown to 325, 321 has a ten minute ETA your location," the dispatcher said.

Rod put his cruiser in "Drive," flipped the switch to activate the blue lights, and pulled out onto the highway. 



Badge of Dishonor Ch. 08



Passion In James County X

Badge of Dishonor

By D.C. Roi

Chapter eight

"I'll take this asshole to the jail and lodge him," Trooper Martha Loomis told Rod. After a bit of a struggle during which they used pepper spray, she and Rod managed to get Ray Leone, the battering husband, in custody. "I'm going to charge him with domestic assault, resisting arrest, and two counts of assaulting an officer."

"Sounds about right," Rod told his colleague. "I thought the bastard was gonna break my arm there at one point."

"Rod, why don't you run his wife over to the E.R. and have her checked out?" Martha said. "See if they'll take pictures for us. It will help a lot with the court case. You can give her the domestic abuse information while you're at it, too."

"Sounds good to me," Rod said. He walked into the living room where Donna Leone, whose husband had been hitting her when they arrived, sat.

Mrs. Leone, a slim, attractive blonde, looked up at Rod. "Are...are you going to arrest Ray?" she asked.

"Yes, ma'am," Rod told her. "Trooper Loomis is taking him to jail. If you don't mind, I'd like to run you over to the E.R. and have you checked out."

"O...OK," the woman replied.

After the victim was checked out at the hospital and pictures of her injuries were taken, Rod drove her home.

He glanced at her, sitting next to him in his cruiser, as he drove down the highway. She wasn't bad-looking, actually. Kinda skinny, but she had nice tiny tits. And, although he usually liked chicks with long hair, he found her short haircut nice. The pale pink sweatshirt and snug jeans she wore looked good on her.

Rod got off the freeway off-ramp, braked, and turned in the direction of the Leone house. The woman sitting next to him had been quiet ever since they'd left the hospital.

"Does your husband hit you a lot, Mrs. Leone?" Rod asked.

The girl nodded. "He's been hitting me for a couple of years now!" she said. She hugged herself. "Goddammit!" She began to cry. "I try to be a good wife, why the hell does he have to do that?"

"Hey, come on," Rod said. He'd always been uncomfortable with crying women. He glanced at Donna Leone again.

Her face was interesting, not quite pretty, and she looked like she might be in her teens, but he'd heard her give her date of birth to the nurse at the E.R. so he knew she was quite a bit older than she looked.

"You ever talk to any of those battered women's support groups?" Rod asked.

Tears streamed down her face and she sniffled. "I...I know I should have," Donna murmured, "but I...I guess I kept thinking Ray'd straighten himself out. Damn!" She pounded the cruiser's dashboard with a small fist.

"I've got an information pack that lists all the services available to battered women. You have any family who can come stay with you for awhile?" Rod asked. "That might help keep you safe."

"There's nobody I can call," Donna replied. "My folks are both dead and the only other family I have is my sister. She lives up in Washington state, near Spokane." She hit the dashboard again.

"Look," Rod said, "You can get a restraining order. I think that would be a good idea. The number to do that is in the information packet I'll give you when we get to your place. And the number for a battered women's service, too. Maybe they can help you find someplace safe to be, in case your husband makes bail."

The woman looked at Rod. "How long is Ray gonna be locked up?" she asked.

"I'd guess overnight, depending on whether the judge sets bail or not," Rod said, "And whether he can find someone to bail him out. I mean, we're filing some pretty serious charges against him, but you can't count on the damn bleeding heart judges we got these days to keep anybody in jail any more."

She studied him, puzzled. "You mean he can beat me up and they won't keep him locked up?" she said. "That don't seem fair."

Rod shrugged. "I know," he said. "Most of the people I work with would agree with you, but that's the way it is. Remember, he was beating on Trooper Loomis and me, too. The judge won't care about that, either."

Donna snorted. "Great! I get beat up and nobody does anything to keep it from happening again," she said. "What's it going to take to keep Ray from hitting me again?"

"If I were you, I'd start with the restraining order," Rod told her.

"Is that going to keep him away from me?" she asked.

Rod looked at her and shook his head. "No, but it will mean we'll be able to arrest him and lock him up again if he violates the order," he explained. "Usually, judges don't take too kindly to guys who violate restraining orders. And we respond to those kinds of calls as quickly as we can."

"Well...I...I guess that's better than nothing," the woman said. She gave Rod a weak smile and wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand. "I shouldn't be so bitchy. You guys did keep Ray from really hurting me."

A bit later, they pulled up in front of Donna's house. When Rod stopped the cruiser, she turned on the seat and looked at him. "I...I appreciate all the help you and your partner gave me," she said.

"We're just doing our jobs," Rod said.

"Ah...it's...would...would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?" Donna asked. "It...it's lunch time, I...I could make you something...if you'd like."

Rod knew he shouldn't do this, but instead, he said, "Why not?" He shut off the cruiser, then she and got out and walked into her house.

They walked into a nice, neat kitchen.  The table was covered with a red and white checked tablecloth and had ladder-back chairs arranged around it.

"Make yourself comfortable," Donna said. "I'll start the coffee, then I'll see what I have to make for lunch."

Rod sat down at the table.

Donna walked to the counter, got the materials for coffee together, and started the pot going. Then she went to the refrigerator and opened it. She took some things out of the refrigerator, put some of them in a microwave oven and other things in a toaster oven, then she got dishes out of the cupboard and set them on the table in front of Rod.

"I don't have anything fancy stuff," she said, "just some stuff I had frozen. I...I hope you don't mind."

"Hey, I'm not at all fussy," Rod said. "You ought to see some of the meals I eat."

They had beef stew, French fries, and some frozen peas. All-in-all, the meal wasn't bad.

"You seem like a really nice guy," Donna said as they ate.

"I like to think so," Rod said.

She smiled at him and asked, "You married?"

"Yeah," Rod said. He ate some more stew.

"How long have you been married?" Donna asked.

Ray swallowed his food before he answered her. "Five years," he said.

They finished eating and Rod sat at the table while Donna put the dishes in her dishwasher. When she was just about finished, Rod stood up and walked over to where Donna was at the kitchen counter. He'd been watching her work, and the way her jeans tightened over her snug bottom when she bent over was causing some interesting feelings in his middle.

Donna closed the dishwasher door, straightened up, and leaned against the counter. Her eyes started to redden and her voice caught again. She looked sad. "I...I don't know what's wrong with me," she said and looked at him. "I...I bet you don't beat on your wife, do you?"

"No," Rod said.

Donna sniffled. "You don't ever hit her?" she asked.

Rod shook his head. "You shouldn't let your old man hit you, either," he said.

Donna sniffled a little more. "I...I know," she said. "My sister's been telling me that for years, but..."

"Your sister's right," Rod said.

"I wish..." Donna said hesitantly. She sighed softly. "I wish I knew what's wrong with me. There must be something wrong with me, why else would Ray always be hitting me."

Rod moved nearer to her. "It isn't you," he said. "The way I see it, the only thing you're guilty of is bad judgment in your choice of husband."

Donna looked up at him, puzzled. "Bad judgment?" she snorted. "I guess I have bad judgment."

Rod took a deep breath. He had a feeling that, if he played his cards right, he could have some fun here. "Someone as pretty as you should be able to find a man who doesn't beat her up," he said.

Donna gave him an odd smile. "Me, pretty? You've got to be kidding!" she exclaimed. "I look in the mirror every morning. I know what I look like."

"You are pretty," Rod insisted. "If you ask me, you're very pretty."

"Yeah, sure!" the woman snorted. "I could be a model, right?"

"I don't know about that, but I do think you're attractive," Rod told her.

"If that's true, you're the only one who thinks so," Donna said. "Ray drools over every other chick he sees. I...I hate going anywhere with him." She shuddered a little and a tear rolled out of the corner of her eye. "Just once I'd like to think someone really means it when they say I'm pretty."

"What makes you think I don't mean it?" Rod asked.

Donna started to cry. "Be...because..." Then her sobs made it impossible for her to continue talking.

Rod figured it was time to make his move. He stepped closer to Donna and pulled her into his arms. She buried her face against his uniform shirt and kept sobbing. He rubbed her back while he held her and quickly discovered that the pressure of Donna's lithe body against his, plus her vulnerability, was arousing him more rapidly than he anticipated. He didn't want her to figure out what was going on just yet, so he pulled his hips back so she couldn't feel his growing erection.

After crying for a few minutes, Donna took a deep breath, leaned back in Rod's arms, and gazed up at him. "That...that felt nice, ah, having you hold me," she whispered. "Thanks. I...I'm glad you didn't just drop me off. I...I really needed someone to talk to."

She kept looking up at Rod, shuddered a little, and her mouth opened a bit. Her arms remained around him, his remained around her lean waist. "I...I feel funny," she said very softly.

Rod didn't feel funny, he felt horny. He cleared his throat. "Ah...me, too," he said. He bent and kissed her. He knew he was taking a risk, but he was pretty sure it wasn't that big a risk. Something told him he could pretty much do what he wanted and she wouldn't complain.

When their lips met, Donna groaned and her arms tightened around Rod. As her body melted against him, Rod, no longer worried whether she could feel his erection or not, slipped his hands under her sweat shirt, onto the smooth skin of her bare back. Donna's tongue slid into his mouth and lashed his.

Donna kept kissing Rod as his hands moved over her back. After a while he slid his hands down and to the waist of Donna's jeans. Waves of passion were sweeping over him and, judging from the sounds Donna was making, she was just as turned on as he was.

Rod managed to get the woman's jeans unfastened. Once they were loose, he pushed them down and cupped her taut, panty-clad bottom, pulling her tighter against him.

Donna continued kissing him and clinging to him. One of her legs locked behind one of Rod's and she rotated her middle against his swollen penis.

Her hands slid between them and began working at Rod's gun belt. She got the belt open and his gun thudded to the kitchen floor. Next she opened his uniform pants, which dropped around his ankles. Rod moaned when her hand gripped his swollen shaft. Delightful sensations roared through him. He had to have her! Now!

He peeled Donna's jeans and bikini underwear off, cupped her bottom, pulled her against him, then he lifted her in his hands.

When Rod lifted her off her feet, Donna grabbed his cock and centered the head at her opening. When he lowered her, a tremor of joy shook him as his cock slipped into her warm, wet opening.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Godddddddd!!!!!!!!!!" Donna moaned. Her legs clamped around Rod and her arms locked around his neck.

Rod began lifting and lowering the slim woman, feeling his cock slip in and out of her snug opening. He'd never done anything this wild before! It was incredible!

They went at it savagely, their bodies locked together, in the middle of Donna's kitchen. Their bodies strained, seeking release they both needed desperately. Rod realized this encounter had turned out far wilder than he anticipated. He knew he was violating Patrol rules, but he wasn't sorry it was happening, not in the least!

"Ohhh, Godddd!!!! Ohhh, Godddd!!!! Ohhh, Godddd!!!! Ohhh, Godddd!!!! Ohhh, Godddd!!!! Ohhh, Godddd!!!! Ohhh, Goddddd!!!!" Donna whimpered as Rod worked her up and down on his rigid pole.

Rod could feel the muscles of Donna's firm buttocks clench and release in his hands as he raised and lowered her and his cock slid in and out of her. He wasn't sure how long he'd be able to keep this up. Donna didn't weigh much, and he was in good shape, but what they were doing was quite strenuous. Her mouth was all over his face, licking, sucking, nibbling his ears, filling them with her cries of passion.

Suddenly, the grip of Donna's arms and legs tightened and a powerful shudder went through her. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" she cried, her insides clasping Rod's cock, her bottom rolling in his hands.

"Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Rod groaned as his hot juices gushed into his partner.

"Good God! Was that ever intense!" Donna murmured once they finished. Rod was still holding her and she was clinging to his neck after their passion was sated. "I...I never felt anything like that before!"

"Me, either," Rod admitted. He lowered the woman to her feet and she leaned against him.

"I...I'm not usually like this. I mean, I don't just let anybody come in here and screw them like a rabbit," she whispered.

"Yeah, sure you don't," Rod thought. "That's probably why your old man smacks you around." He hugged her. "I know you don't," he told her. "I was wrong to take advantage of you."

Donna looked up at him. "You didn't take advantage of me," she said. "I wanted to do that just as bad as you did." She smiled. "You...you probably need to go now...don't you?"

Rod nodded. "Afraid so," he said. "If I don't get back out on patrol pretty soon, they're going to come looking for me."

"I wish you didn't have to go," Donna said, hugging him.

"I wish I didn't, either," Rod told her. He really meant it. He wanted to know what it would be like to make it with her in bed. Screwing standing up in the kitchen had been fun, but...

"Look," he said, "your house is in my patrol area. Why don't I stop by from time to time to see how you're doing and make sure you're OK?"

"I...I'd like that," Donna replied. "I...I'll keep coffee on, just in case..."




Badge of Dishonor Ch. 09



Passion In James County X

Badge of Dishonor

By D.C. Roi

Chapter nine

Nancy Burke sat in her living room, oblivious to the soap opera playing on her TV. She couldn't stop thinking about her affair with Trooper Rod Billingham, and the more she thought about it, the more guilt she felt. She didn't understand why she couldn't stop seeing him. In truth, she didn't even like him. He was egotistical and crude and, at best, was an average lover. She didn't understand why she couldn't stop seeing him, or why she got so aroused when he was there.

"Maybe I'm punishing myself for something?" she mused. "Maybe I should stop trying to analyze myself and see someone who knows about stuff like that."

She sighed and got up from the sofa, intending to bake a pie to go with the supper she'd planned for her husband. Although her husband wasn't aware of it, Nancy's guilt over her affair with Rod Billingham had gotten him a lot of little extras, like the pie she planned to bake.

When she entered the kitchen, Nancy was startled to hear someone knocking on the door. She went a little cold inside, thinking it might be Rod, back for a replay of what they'd done that morning.

She looked through the glass and saw that the person standing at the door was Bud Dickerson, the teenage son of their nearest neighbor. Nancy relaxed a bit. At least it wasn't Rod.

Bud stood at the door, waiting for Mrs. Burke to open it, an erection straining against his tight jeans. He had been spying on his attractive neighbor ever since she and her husband bought their house and moved in. He had a serious case of the hots for Mrs. Burke.

In fact, Bud had committed the burglary Nancy had reported. Not only had he broken into the garage and stolen tools, he'd also broke into the house and stole some of her underwear which he'd been using to jerk off with. Since he was unemployed, he had a lot of free time, most of which he spent watching Nancy's house and drinking. He noticed that the state patrol cruiser seemed to be at the Burke house a lot. Earlier that day, when he saw the cruiser at the Burke house again, he sneaked over and saw what was going on inside.

Bud wasn't very bright, but it did occur to him that, knowing what he did, he might be able to use the information he had to force Mrs. Burke to let him fuck her. He figured she probably didn't want her husband knowing she was screwing the state cop.

Nancy opened the door the door, wondering what her young neighbor wanted.

"Hi, Mrs. Burke," Bud said when she opened the door.

"Hello, Bud," Nancy said. "What can I do for you today?"

Bud smiled. "Well," he said, "there were some things I wanted to ask you about."

"What things, Bud?" Nancy asked. She couldn't imagine what the young man wanted to ask her.

Bud walked by her into the kitchen. "I notice you been havin' the state patrol here a lot," he said. He took off his jacket and hung it on the back of one of the kitchen chairs, then he turned and looked at Nancy, who was standing there, totally confused. "I know what you and that trooper are doin', Mrs. Burke. That's why I come over. I figgered since you're givin' it to him, you'd give it to me, too."

"Bud!!! What are you talking about?" Nancy replied. She was so shocked by the young man's statement she couldn't move. "Leave. Now, this instant!"

Smiling smugly, Bud walked by her to the kitchen door. "Nah, I don't gotta leave, not at all," he said as he pushed the door closed and locked it. "If I tell your old man what I know, I bet you're gonna be in deep shit. He might even toss your ass outa here. You don't really want that, do you, Mrs. Burke?"

"Bud, please," Nancy said, "If you don't leave, I'll..."

"You'll what?" the young man asked. He pulled her into his arms and covered her lips with his.

Nancy struggled against the teenager, but he was very strong. On top of that, to her disgust and dismay, she felt her body responding. His tongue stabbed between her lips, touched hers, and she felt her resistance dwindling. She continued to struggle, but he easily overpowered her.

"See?" Bud said when he took his lips from hers. "You want me. This is gonna be fun."

"Noooo!!!" Nancy protested weakly, her strength ebbing. She knew it was wrong to submit to the young man, but her body wouldn't obey and she wasn't sure she had any choice, anyhow. She certainly didn't want her husband finding out about Rod.

Bud grabbed her ass, pressed his crotch against her, and she felt his swollen cock. "God help me, why do things like this keep happening to me?" she thought.

"Come on," Bud put his arm around her waist and led her toward the stairs. "Let's go up to your bedroom. I may not be a hot shot cop, but I bet you're gonna love gettin' it on with me anyhow." He seized her breast and squeezed it roughly as they walked up the stairs.

Nancy felt a rush of pleasure when Bud mauled her breast and couldn't believe the young man's rough touch was arousing her. She could feel wetness forming in her middle and realized she would be totally unable to resist him.

The minute they reached the bedroom, Bud dragged the sweatshirt Nancy was wearing over her head and threw it on the floor. "Yeah, Mrs. Burke," he said, "you gotta really fine bod!" 

He opened the clasp at the waist of her jeans and shoved them down over her full hips.

While she tried to cover herself, Nancy desperately struggled to figure out some way to stop the young man from doing the things he was about to do. Try as she would, she couldn't.

Bud inspected her body. "For an old chick, you got a awesome body!" he said. He reached behind her and fumbled with her bra clasp, but was unable to get it open. Finally, in frustration, ripped the garment off.

"There," he said. His hands moved to her exposed breasts and began mauling them. "That's better. You got a helluva set of knockers, Mrs. Burke."

To Nancy's great dismay, Bud's crude caresses were continuing to turn her on. Her nipples grew erect and her legs began to tremble. She tried to think of something to distract her, but all she could do was revel in the feelings Bud's hands were evoking in her.

"I knew it! You want to do this, doncha?" Bud said, his voice filled with self-satisfaction. "Your fuckin' nipples got all hard soon as I started squeezin' your tits. Come on, get on the bed and let's get down to business."

Using Nancy's breasts as handles, he led her to the bed, then pushed her down onto it. "That's where I want you," he said.

Bud let go of her, and Nancy felt a few seconds of relief, then his rough clothes rubbed her bare skin as he lay on top of her. She couldn't believe he wasn't even going to take his clothes off.

Bud kissed her roughly, then reached down, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his swollen cock. He grabbed her panties, tore them aside, and clamped his hand over her vagina.

"Son of a bitch! You're hot as hell!" he chortled. Holding his swollen cock in his hand, he positioned the tip at her opening, then drove it into her.

When Bud's cock slid into her, Nancy found she couldn't think, all she could do was feel. Unfortunately, what she felt was incredibly, overwhelmingly gratifying. Bud's thick rod filled her, spread her and, to her dismay, aroused her.

When he began to move, ripples of delight spread through her. The friction of his rough clothing against her smooth skin was, somehow, a turn-on, too.

"Oh, shit!! Oh, shit!!!" Bud grunted as he slammed into her. Fucking Mrs. Burke felt real good, even better than he thought it would!

Nancy felt her passion building and realized Bud's probing wand was going to give her an orgasm, whether she wanted it or not. She bit her lip to keep from moaning. The last thing she wanted was to encourage him. No matter how hard she tried, though, she couldn't keep the wondrous feelings from spreading through her and overwhelming her.

Despite her efforts to prevent it, waves of passion began washing over her. She felt her body bucking up to meet the young man's powerful thrusts and felt his hot cream spurting into her. Then he stopped moving.

"Thank God! He's finished," Nancy thought, "maybe now he'll home." She felt Bud's weight leave her and looked up, hoping to see the young man's back as he left the room.

Instead of his back, she saw his smirking face. He was taking his clothes off! Nancy's heart sank. Bud wasn't going to leave after all. How much more did he expect her to do?

"That was pretty good fucking, but it was just starters," Bud said as he laid back down on the bed. "I plan to make today a day ain't neither one of us ever gonna forget."

Nancy jumped as he ripped the remnants of her panties off.

"That's better," he said. "I want you naked. We're gonna do it right this time. How about starting with you giving me a little head?"

"Head?" Nancy knew what he was talking about, but the last thing she wanted was to do that to him.

"Come on!" Bud said, angered by her reluctance. "Suck my cock!"

"No...I...I can't..." Nancy murmured. She tried to pull away from him and to get out of the bed.

Bud grabbed her, pulled her back, then moved so he was sitting on her chest. His cock flopped against her lips. "See, it's already gettin' hard," he grumbled. "Suck it a while, then I'll fuck you some more."

Nancy felt his coarse pubic hair against her chin, but didn't move.

"Come on, bitch, suck it, you'll love it!" Bud said. He grabbed her hair and tugged her face closer to his growing erection.

Pain caused Nancy to wince. "I...I..." she thought, "I better do what he wants, of he'll hurt me." She opened her mouth, extended her tongue, and licked the swollen shaft.

"Yeah!!! That's it!" Bud groaned, "Damn!!! That's the way I like it!"

"The sooner I get this over with," Nancy thought as she worked on the young man's organ with her mouth, "the sooner he'll go and leave me alone." She took more of his swollen penis in her mouth and continued licking and sucking it. She felt it swell and grow and, to her chagrin, as it did, so did her need. "Noooooooo!!!! Please...nooooooo!!!!" she thought, agonized, "I don't want to get excited again."

Just the same, her body continued reacting. As the young man's organ swelled, so did Nancy's desire.

Bud, enjoying the feelings the woman was giving him, was tempted to come in her mouth, but he didn't. As his peak neared, he jerked his cock out of Nancy's mouth and flopped on his back on the bed. "Come on, bitch, get on top of me and ride my fuck stick!" he commanded.

Nancy knelt over him, positioned her hips over his groin, guided his shaft to her again-aching cunt, then slowly she lowered herself on him. Why did his entry into her body have to feel so good?

"Yeah, Momma!" Bud groaned, leering up at her as he jerked his hips, driving his cock up into her. He grabbed her breasts and pinched the nipples between his thumbs and fingers.

Nancy rode the bucking young man, feeling the dreaded approach of orgasm as his prong poked into her. She was going to come again! She couldn't stop herself! What his fingers were doing to her nipples was very painful, but somehow that added to her arousal.

When Nancy felt the first twinges of release, she bit her lip to keep from crying out, then all rational thought left her mind, replaced by exhilaration, as once again overpowering sensations coursed though her, blotting out rational thought. Even so, Nancy managed to stifle her moans of delight.

"Gahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Bud roared, as once more his spend coursed into Nancy's spasming body. "Damn!!! Do you ever fuck good!! Son of a bitch!!!"

Nancy fell sideways, onto the bed next to the grinning young man and lay there, feeling used, betrayed, and cheap.

Bud patted her one of her firm buttocks. "Damn!!!" he exclaimed. " You're one hell of a piece of ass, Mrs. Burke! Anybody ever tell you that?"

Tears welled up in Nancy's eyes and she cuddled up into a fetal position, trying to make herself as small as she could. Now that she'd done everything he wanted her to, maybe he'd leave.

"After I rest a little," Bud said, "We're gonna do a couple more things you're gonna like."

Nancy curled up tighter and continued to sob silently. Would this never end?

After a few minutes, Bud had Nancy get to her knees, moved behind her, and before she realized it, his steel-hard cock was hammering into her once again.

Nancy took some solace from the fact that this position didn't force her to look at Bud's leering face. The problem was, her body was once more responding to his crude use of it. "I...I can't help myself!!! I'm going to come!!" she thought. "God, I hate him! I hate him!" She bit her lip as once more passion flooded her and her body quaked with release.

Bud looked down at the woman jolting on his impaled cock and smiled, and increased the force of his thrusts, drawing a moan from his partner.

"Yeah!" Bud said, "You like it, doncha? I told you I was gonna ruin you for your old man, didn't I?" He kept stabbing his cock into Nancy's warm, clutching cavern until he felt his spend boiling up inside him. "Yeah!!!! Oh, yeah!!! Here it comes!!!! Here it comes!!!" he groaned, his hips a blur, as he spewed his hot juices into Nancy.

His lust slaked, Bud pulled out of Nancy, patted her on the bottom, and got off the bed. "I really got to get goin'," he said. "Got to get home before my old man does or he'll have my hide." He pulled on his clothes, headed for the bedroom door. Before he went out, he stopped, turned, and smiled. "After what we done today, I know you want more. I'll stop by tomorrow afternoon. I got kicked outta school and I can't find a job, so I got lotsa time."

"Nooooo!!!!" Nancy thought. The last thing she wanted was to endure another afternoon like this, but she knew she didn't dare refuse him. Maybe...maybe if she wasn't home when he called.

She lay on her bed listening to his footsteps going down the stairs. Only when she heard the kitchen door close did she allow herself to relax. He was finally gone!

She got out of her bed and started for the bathroom. Bud, coarse and uncouth though he was, had been a vigorous sex partner and had left her physically exhausted. That, coupled with the emotional turmoil she was experiencing, had her totally drained. Blended juices of sex oozed from her and trickled down her legs as she walked. It tickled, and that made her cry.

In the shower, with the hottest water she could stand pelting down on her, Nancy tried to figure some way she could extricate herself from the mess she was in. She couldn't tell her husband because that would mean he'd learn of her affair with Rod Billingham.

Despondent, she continued to stand in the shower crying, her tears blending with the water cascading over her.




Badge of Dishonor Ch. 10



Passion In James County X

Badge of Dishonor

By D.C. Roi

Chapter ten

Lise had been working for the sheriff's department for almost a month now, and she had really grown to love her job. Not only was she getting the hang of the job, she was making friends, too. She had just finished her work for the day and was about to stand up when her phone rang. She picked it up. "This is Lise," she said.

"It's your husband, on line two," the dispatcher told her.

Lise punched one of the buttons on the phone. "Hi, honey, what's up?" she asked.

"I'm gonna be late tonight," Rod told her. "Keep some dinner warm for me, will you?"

"Ah...sure," Lise said. "How...how late will you be?"

"Don't know," Rod said. "I gotta work. Look, babe, I gotta go." The phone went dead.

Lise stood there for a few seconds, staring at the phone, then she put it down. For the first time, she realized it bugged her that Rod had been so abrupt with her, and it bugged her even more that he thought he could order her around like he did. But, despite her anger, she knew she'd have his dinner waiting for him when he got home, no matter how late that was. She always had and, as she always would. That's how her mother taught her a wife should act toward her husband.

She put on her coat and started for the door and met her boss, who was returning from a meeting.

"Good night, Lise," Alex said. "I have to tell you you're doing an excellent job, and I really appreciate the fact that you've caught on so quick and are doing such a good job for me."

"Thank, you, Alex," Lise said.

"See you in the morning," Alex said.

"You sure will," Lise said. She thought it was really nice that Alex had complimented her on her work almost ever night since she'd been there. She realized that he treated every other person who worked in the sheriff's office the same way, which made it an especially nice place to work.

She left the office in an extremely up-beat mood but, when she got in her car and headed for the daycare center to pick up the kids, she remembered her husband's call and her good spirits faded.

She had been hoping she and Rod would be able to exchange stories about their work days, but ever since she'd been working, Rod was either too tired to talk, or wasn't home. She had been learning quite a bit about police work and wondered what kind of case Rod was working on that had him working late tonight.

Rod Billingham wasn't at work. In fact, as his wife drove toward the daycare center, Rod was walking into the home of Sergeant Ernest Dawes the Jamestown state patrol office's night shift commander. He was greeted by the sergeant's wife, Wanda, a buxom redhead he'd been sleeping since the previous year's Christmas party.

Rod had worked for Wanda's husband for a while when he was first assigned to the Jamestown office, and he had several run-in's with the sergeant. As a result, he didn't like Ernie Dawes at all, and when the sergeant's wife indicated she was interested in messing around, Rod quickly took her up on her offer. He held a grudge and believed in getting revenge when he could.

Wanda and Rod shared a passionate kiss the minute he arrived at the house, then she led Rod to the living room and had him sit down in a the big over-stuffed chair her husband sat in when he watched TV.

Rod looked up at the woman, whose full, lush body was wrapped in a silky green robe, which setoff her flaming red hair and pale skin perfectly. The fact that the robe was cinched tightly around Wanda's slim waist only served to highlight the lush curves the robe covered.

Grinning and licking her lips, Wanda knelt in front of Rod and began to open his uniform. Once she got it open, she began caressing and kissing him. First his lips and face, then his neck, then his nipples. Her hand sought his penis, which was already swollen, and began stroking it.

Rod groaned softly. Wanda was driving him wild with her passionate caresses and kisses, but then she always did. She moved directly in front of him, between his legs.

Rod knew exactly what Wanda was going to do and closed his eyes and sighed as her hands clasped his cock and began stroking it. Tremor after delectable tremor raced through his body.

The more Wanda played with Rod's cock, the more she wanted to. She loved the gasps and groans her touch elicited from Rod, and was thrilled. It was even more thrilling knowing she was doing this to Rod while he sat in her husband's favorite chair. Her husband never paid attention to her any longer and, just like Rod, she loved what she was doing because she felt it allowed her to get back at her husband.

Wanda continued stroking Rod's cock, which was steel-hard, blue veins standing out on the sides. Droplets of pre-cum seeped from the arrow-shaped tip. Then she took a deep breath then leaned forward and kissed the tip, savoring the taste of his lubricant.

"Ohhhhhh!!!!!" Rod groaned, thrusting his hips forward. He loved doing this with the night shift supervisor's wife. If Ernie wasn't going to take care of Wanda, he sure as hell would! And, maybe, someday when Sergeant Dawes was no longer able to do anything about it, he'd let him know what he'd done. 

Wanda had done this many times before and liked the taste of Rod's cock. She kissed it again, then again, then wrapped her lips around the tip and could feel the massive swollen pole throbbing in rhythm with Rod's heartbeat.

As it always did, sucking on Rod was turning her on, too! She slid her lips down the shaft, taking him all the way into her mouth, her tongue caressing him. Then she pulled back until only the tip remained trapped by her lips. This was was wonderful! She was really glad Rod had taken her up on the offer she made him at the Christmas party!

Rod strained against the back of the chair, his fingers digging into the arms as Wanda's mouth filled him with unbearable rapture. He'd never known anyone who was a better cock-sucker than she was, not even the chick he stopped the other day!

Wanda's lips and mouth moved, engulfing him, then releasing him. Her hand went to his balls and began massaging them. Wild spasms of delight raced through Rod's body.

"Wanda!!! Jesus!!! I'm so close!!" Rod moaned. It felt too good! He couldn't stand much more!

Wanda continued to suck him, trembling with excitement as she did. She could feel the juices of her arousal trickling down her legs as she knelt in front of Rod with his erection sliding in and out of her mouth. Suddenly, while it was deep in her mouth, the tip poking her throat, she felt it begin to spasm powerfully.

"Agggggggghhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" Rod cried, his hips pumping, "Yesssssssss!!!!!! Wandaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!"

The hot fluids burbling into her mouth caught Wanda off-guard, and she almost gagged. Then, because her mouth was full of Rod's hot spend she swallowed and, as she did, a sudden, sweet sensation vibrated through her. Then it happened again! She was coming!

She kept licking and sucking Rod's cock until it was limp and there was nothing left for her to taste. Letting it slide from her lips, she sank back on her knees and looked up at him.

"Jesus, Wanda! That was unbelievable!" Rod gasped, his chest heaving, his body weak from the powerful orgasm he'd experienced. "Wanda, you're the best cock-sucker there ever was!" He bent, took the woman's hands, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her.

"You really like it when I suck your cock, don't you, Rodney?" Wanda said as she slid onto his lap and snuggled against him.

"You better believe I do!" Rod replied. He hated to have people call him by his full name, but doing so seemed to make Wanda happy, and he was willing to put up with a little irritation in order to gain his revenge on her husband.

Wanda pressed more tightly against him. She knew what they'd just done was only the beginning. The ringing phone startled both of them.

Wanda slid off Rod's lap, walked over, and picked up the phone. "Hello...?" she said tentatively.

Rod watched her, holding his breath.

"No, Ernie, I was just watching TV," Wanda said. "What the hell do you think I'm doing?"

Rod grinned. Somehow, the fact that Wanda's husband called while he was with her gave him a rush.

"No, it's OK," Wanda said. "Look, I'm missing a TV show I really wanted to see. See you when you get home."

She put the phone down, turned and smiled at Rod. "Ernie's got to work late tonight," she said. She laughed bitterly. "Like I give a shit."

Rod stood up, walked to her, took her in his arms, and hugged her. "What now?" he asked.

"Before we do anything, I need a shower," Wanda said, and wriggled out of his embrace.

"You don't mind if I join you, do you?" Rod asked.

Wanda grinned at him. "You damn well know I don't," she said. She turned and started down the hallway toward the bathroom.

Rod watched Wanda go, observing with considerable relish the way various parts of her lush, well-formed body moved as she walked. When she disappeared through the bathroom door, he followed her. By the time he opened the shower stall, Wanda was inside, and steamy water was cascading down on her. Rod stepped into the glass shower enclosure, ogling Wanda unabashedly. "Damn, Wanda, you are one helluva good-looking woman!" he said.

Wanda, flushing, handed him the washcloth. "Wash my back, Rodney," she said.

Rod did precisely that, then much, much more. Soon both of them were covered with foamy lather and their hands were gliding over their re-aroused bodies.

"Man-oh-man!" Wanda murmured, her legs shaking, as she leaned against Rod. "You really are a piece of work, Rodney. I can't get close to you without getting turned on!"

"You complaining?" Rod inquired. His hand was massaging the tip of one huge breast, and he could feel Wanda trembling. "I can stop if you want."

Wanda grabbed his erection. "You do, and I'll tear this thing right off your fucking body!" she exclaimed.

Finally, they rinsed off and got out of the shower. Both of them were very turned on, and toweling each other dry did nothing to lessen their need.

"Come on," Wanda said. She took Rod's hand and started toward the bathroom door. "Let's go in to..."

Rod stayed standing, and pulled her to a halt. "Why don't we do it here?" he said. Smiling, he sat down on the toilet and pulled Wanda to him. He grabbed her full hips and moved her so she was straddling his legs.

Wanda looked down, saw that Rod's erection was pointed right at her cunt, and felt giddy. "You gotta be kidding!" she exclaimed, "You don't really want to do it here on the..." She stopped talking when Rod pulled her down and she felt his huge rod invading her. "Ohhhhh!!! Rodney!!! Damn, does that ever feel good!!!"

Sitting on the toilet, they rocked together, sharing a ride to ecstasy. It seemed to Wanda they'd only been at it for seconds when she felt pleasurable tightening deep in her middle. She was going to come! No, she was coming! "Rod!!!!! My God!!!! My God!!!! I'm there!!!! Oh, baby, I'm comminngggggg!!!!! Come with meeeeee!!!!!" she cried.

"Go ahead, baby! Go ahead!!!!" Rod replied, and unloaded his spend into her.

Afterward they made their way to the bedroom and collapsed on the king-sized bed Wanda and her husband shared. Rod immediately began sucking Wanda's nipples, and she felt herself responding just as wildly as if they'd never made love.

"Oh, Jesus, Rodney!! Damn you! I...I don't fucking believe it! I want you again!" she groaned, writhing under his oral caress. She did love having her nipples sucked!

"I figured you might!" Rod replied and promptly continued to making her crazy with the way his lips and tongue were lashing and sucking her rigid buds.

Wanda rolled on her belly and pulled her knees up, thrusting her beautiful bottom up in the air. "I gotta have that cock of yours again!!! Now, Rodney!!! Give it to me doggie-style!" Wanda groaned.

She kept moving her hips, waving her soaking slit at Rod, beckoning him. She felt the bed move as Rod moved behind her, then she gasped with joy when he centered the tip of his cock in her opening, grabbed her hips, and drove himself into her.

"Ohhhhh, yeahhhhhhh!!!!!" Wanda moaned. She straightened her arms thrusting herself back at Rod. He slid his hands slid up along her sides, then down under her and wrapped them around her dangling, dancing breasts. Wanda groaned with delight.

"Ohhhhh, Godddd, yeahhhhhhhhh!!!" she murmured. "Gimmmeeeee!!! Gimmmmeeeeeee!!!" Rod was driving her wild all over again! Wild sensations ripped through her body, roaring in from her breasts, whose tips Rod was milking, to her vagina, which his cock was plunging in and out of. The feelings met, blended, and swelled inside her, threatening to overpower her. Fabulous explosions of bliss shook her. She couldn't take much more! She knew she couldn't...

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Rod!!! Rod!!! Oh, Lord!!!! Oh, Lord!!! Agggainnnn!!! I'm...I'm comminnngggg again!!!!!" she cried, her back arching, shoving her hips back against him. "Gaaaaaadddddddd!!!! I'm commmmminnnngggg aggggaiinnnn!!!! Oh, Jesus!!! Yesssssssss!!! Yessssssss!!! Yessssss!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhdddddddddd!!!!"

"Yeah, baby, yeahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!" Rod cried, squeezing her breasts, as his fluids spewed into her.

Overcome, Wanda collapsed on the bed, pulling Rod down with her, his softening penis trapped between the cheeks of her lovely ass. He kissed her neck, then rolled off. Wanda snuggled against him, spoon-fashion.

"I feel like I'm not gonna be able to walk for a week," she giggled.

"Yeah, well, I gotta get goin'," Rod said, "so you'll get a little time to rest up before Ernie gets home, anyhow."

"I don't need to rest up," she replied. "All he ever does when he gets home is go to bed and go to sleep anyhow."

They got up. Rod got dressed and Wanda slipped on a robe and walked Rod to the door. Before he left, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

"Don't plan anything Tuesday or Thursday nights," he said.

"Why?" Wanda asked.

"I can get away a couple of nights this week," he told her, "and I happen to know what Ernie's schedule is, so..." He grinned.

Carla smiled at him. "What about your wife? Won't she wonder where you are Tuesday and Thursday night?"

"What Lise wonders doesn't matter," Rod said, and kissed her again. "What matters if whether or not I can see you."

"I like the sound of that," Wanda said. "I really do."

"I thought you might. See you, baby," Rod said, then he left.




Badge of Dishonor Ch. 11



Passion In James County X

Badge of Dishonor

By D.C. Roi

Chapter eleven

The fact that he'd gotten home late because he spent the evening fucking Wanda Dawes didn't keep Rod from waking Lise and telling her he wanted something to eat.

Lise got sat up in bed and wasn't sure, but she thought she smelled a faint odor of perfume on her husband. It smelled like cheap perfume and she told herself it probably came from someone Rod had arrested.

"I thought I told you to keep supper warm for me," he complained. "I looked all over the kitchen. Where the hell is it?"

Lise looked at the clock on the stand next to their bed. "Rod, it's almost two o'clock in the morning, I couldn't keep dinner warm that long," she replied. "It would have been ruined. Why don't you make yourself a sandwich or something? There's plenty of stuff for sandwiches in the refrigerator. And some leftovers, too."

"Jesus H. Christ!" Rod whined. "I'm out, working overtime so we can have a decent living, and you can't even take the time to cook for me!"

Rod's anger shook Lise who sat in the bed with tears in her eyes while her husband stomped out of the bedroom and down the stairs. She knew if she tried to talk to him when he was in a mood like this, it would only wind up in a fight and that was the last thing she wanted. It wouldn't do her any good and it would probably wake up and upset the kids. She laid back down and pulled the covers over her, hoping she'd be able to fall asleep before Rod finished eating and came back to bed.

Lise was just about asleep when she felt the bed move as Rod slid in next to her. He slid close to her and his arm fell over her.

"Hey, baby..." Rod pulled her closer to him. "I'm sorry about how I acted earlier. I shouldn't have been pissed. How about a little loving?"

His hand slid down and he gripped Lise's breast roughly. Usually, even when Rod was mean to her, his touch excited Lise. She was surprise that, this time, all she felt was a surge of anger. She wanted to tell her husband to let her alone, but she knew she didn't dare do that. Not when he was trying to be nice.

As her husband began caressing her, she noticed something else, too. There was a faint smell of beer on his breath. Rod had been drinking more and more lately, and that bothered her. She knew a lot of policemen wound up with drinking problems and didn't want that to happen to them. If Rod became a drunk, it would make her life even worse.

She let Rod continue to maul her breast, telling herself that she had to, that she married him for better or for worse and had to put up with the bad times. She did wish, however, there would be better times, too. Lately, though, all she seemed to have was worse.

"Come on, baby," Rod murmured. Holding her breast, he tugged at her, trying to get her to turn over, "Come on, you know you want it. You love it!"

Resigned to letting her husband do whatever he wanted, knowing that if she resisted, it would only start a fight, Lise rolled on her back and spread her legs.

"There you go! That's better!" Rod said as he rolled onto her. "You're going to love it! I got a really big one for you tonight."

Lise forced herself to remain calm as her husband clumsily crawled between her outspread legs. Waves of beery breath swept into her nose as he pulled up her nightgown and, without foreplay, plunged his erection into her.

"Ahhhhhh!!!" Lise moaned when her husband's penis plunged into her unlubricated vagina. His action caused her more than a little pain.

"Yeah!" Rod smiled, mistaking his wife's cry of pain for one of ecstasy, "You really needed that, didn't you?"

Lise, biting her lip and fighting back tears, nodded.

Rod began moving his hips, thrusting his shaft into his wife. The swollen wand moving in her dry cave hurt terribly and Lise had to bite her lip to keep from screaming in pain. Luckily, it wasn't long before Rod was coming.

"Ahhhh! Yeahhhhh!" he moaned, jetting into her. He was finished. Without even kissing Lise, he rolled off next to her on the bed. "Goddamn, honey, you're one fine piece of ass," he said groggily, patting her on the hip. "You're the best!" Within seconds he was snoring loudly.

Lise felt sore and dirty. Carefully, so she wouldn't awaken Rod, she slid out of bed and went to the bathroom. She didn't understand why his love-making had revulsed her so much tonight. She felt as if she were going to vomit.

She filled the tub with hot water and bubble bath, then she climbed in and lowered herself carefully into the steamy water, feeling the warmth radiating into her body and relaxing her.

Lying in the sudsy tub, Lise massaged her sore middle, trying to work the tension out of her body. She wanted Rod to make love to her the way he used to, Rod didn't seem to be interested in putting any effort into making love to her anymore.

As her hand moved over her sore vaginal lips, a jolt of pleasure shot through Lise, surprising her. Moaning softly, she slid her hands up over her belly, cupped her breasts in her hands, and let her thumbs toy with the stiffening nipples.

Pleasure surged through her. "My God!" she thought, "Has it really come to this? Am I so desperate for tender touches I have to give them to myself?"

Her hands wouldn't remain still. They began moving all over her body in the sudsy water, gifting her with levels of pleasure more intense than any she had ever received from Rod's touches.

Her thighs fell open and, moving as if they had a life of their own, her hands began stroking the inside of them. Pleasure and need continued to swell through her. What she was doing to herself felt so good, she couldn't stop doing it!

Her hand slid back to her vagina and began exploring it. She shuddered in the warm, foamy water as wonderful sensations coursed through her.

One of her fingers slid into the opening between her legs. "Mnnnnhhh!" she moaned. Her other hand began twirling on her clit, and lightning bolts of joy began to arc through her.

"Ohhhh!!! Yesssss!!!!" she moaned. Her fingers continued their delightful activities and her hips began to rock and squirm. What she was doing to herself might be wrong, but it felt so good! She needed this, desperately!

"Ohhhhh!!! Ohhhhh!! Ohhhhhh!!!" Lise murmured. Her head lolled on her shoulders and she felt as if she were on fire. The fire was growing hotter and hotter, fanned by her rapidly moving hands.

Suddenly something seemed to burst inside her and her body began to shake and jolt. Feelings more intense than any she'd ever experienced flooded over her. "Annnnnhhhh!!! Annnnnhhhhh!!! Ohhhh!!!!! Yesssss!!! Yesssssss!!!!" she moaned as she savored the luxurious explosion. She realized she was coming! For the first time in her life!

After experiencing as much pleasure as she could get from her hands and fingers, Lise relaxed in the warm, engulfing water, truly satisfied for the first time in her life. As she lay in the warm water, she realized that all of the tension that had been building up inside her was gone.

Finally she got out of the tub, toweled herself dry, and went back to bed. Even Rod's coarse snoring couldn't keep her awake, but as she dozed off, she realized she felt different, as if something had changed in her life.

She pondered the thought and decided things had to change between her and Rod. No matter what it took, no matter how angry he became, she wasn't going to allow things to keep going the way they were. They had to do some work on their marriage or... Lise shuddered when she realized what the alternative was.




Badge of Dishonor Ch. 12



Passion In James County X

Badge of Dishonor

By D.C. Roi

Chapter twelve

Deputy Sheriff Luke Thomas arrived home in the morning after a very boring night shift. He had lived in a tiny two-room second floor apartment in the home of Lorraine and Marvin Keeler ever since he started working for the sheriff's department. Luke was an orphan. His parents were killed in a car crash when he was nine, and he'd been raised by an elderly aunt and uncle, who had retired to Florida the year Luke finished college.

He'd been with the James County Sheriff's Department for two years. He started with the department a few months after he graduated from college with a bachelor's degree enforcement.

Luke's father was an attorney and, when he was younger, Luke thought he would grow up to be a lawyer, too. But the fact that a slick lawyer managed to get the drunk driver who killed his folks off with a light sentence changed his career choice. He decided he'd become a cop, the best cop there ever was, one who did such a good job no lawyer would be able to get the people he arrested off.

After his parents died, his aunt and uncle had taken him in and given him a good home and an upbringing that was nearly as good as it would have been had his parents lived.

Mr. Keeler was on the road a lot, which meant his landlady spent a considerable amount of time alone.

Luke, a painfully shy young man, spent quite a bit of time alone, too, and a close friendship developed between him and his landlady as a result. He ate quite a few of his meals with Mrs. Keeler. He got in the habit of dropping in on her after he finished work. Over coffee, he'd relate tales of the things that happened during his shifts, and stories other cops told, too.

Lorraine Keeler was a very attractive woman and, as they grew closer, Luke realized he was developing a crush on her. But he liked her husband, too, and the crush soon evolved into a close friendship, both with Mr. and with Mrs. Keeler.

When Luke walked into the Keeler's downstairs apartment, it was silent and almost felt empty. That surprised him. Usually, Mrs. Keeler was waiting and had coffee and donuts waiting. She did seem to like hearing his stories about weird things he encountered at work.

Luke wasn't sure what to do. "Lorrie, are you here?" he called as he walked down the hallway toward where the Keeler's bedroom was located.

"Luke, is...is that you?" his landlady called from her bedroom.

"Yes, it's me, Lorrie," Luke replied. He wasn't sure, but he thought her voice sounded funny. "Are you OK, Lorrie, you sound funny?"

"I...I'm fine, Luke," she replied, but her quivering voice gave the lie to her words.

Luke headed for the Keeler's bedroom. He had no idea what was going on, but he didn't want to see his landlady upset. Maybe there was something he could do.

When he walked into the bedroom he found his landlady sitting on the bed, wearing a white terrycloth bathrobe. Her eyes were red and puffy and she looked as if she'd been crying a lot.

Luke walked toward the bed and looked at his friend. Even in the state she was in, she was a very attractive woman. She had shoulder length dark-brown hair that framed her pretty face with a mass of soft curls. Her skin was kind of dusky and made her look as if she had a year-round tan. Her legs were firm and athletic, and Luke loved the way she looked when she wore jeans. The rest of her body was pretty terrific, too, including her breasts, which were very large. There was a time he had fantasized about what it would be like to make love to her, but he hadn't had fantasies like that in a long time.

Luke stopped near the bed. "Lorrie, are you sure you're OK?" he asked.

"Come here, Luke, sit next to me," his landlady said softly. She patted the bed next to her. She looked up at her tenant, who was still in his police uniform. He was a nice-looking young man.

Hesitantly, Luke walked over and sat down on the bed.

"Did...did you just get home, Luke?" Lorraine asked.

"Ah...yeah," Luke replied.

"I'm glad you're home on time today. I...I was afraid you'd have to work another double shift today," she said. "I know I probably sound like an over-protective mother, but I worry about all the overtime you work."

"Ah...there were enough guys available, so I didn't have to," Luke replied.

Lorraine hugged herself. There were things she needed to talk with someone about, but she wasn't sure it would be a good idea to discuss them with Luke. She knew he and her husband were close, and knew telling the young man what had happened would cause him pain. She wasn't sure how, or if, she could tell him. She was afraid that if he found out what Marvin had done, he would be upset. She also feared that if she told him, he wouldn't believe her, and would get angry with her. Or maybe he would blame her.

The thing was, what was happening between Marvin and her would eventually become public knowledge, and she felt she had to tell him before he found out from someone else. It would be better if he heard it from her than if he found out some other way.

Luke, gazing at his landlady, saw the anxiety on her face, and wondered what had happened to make her so upset. Had something happened to her husband? Had he been in a crash or something?

Lorraine's eyes searched Luke's face and she saw the confusion in his eyes. "You know there's something wrong, don't you, Luke?" she asked.

Luke nodded. "Ah, yeah," he said. "I mean, you've been crying and all, it doesn't take a genius to figure out something has you upset. Lorrie, what's going on? Why have you been crying?"

Lorraine took a deep breath. She had to do this. "Luke, I...I..." she began, but her voice cracked. "Marvin and I, well, I suppose you may have noticed that our...our marriage hasn't been what it should be for quite a while. I mean, you know how much Marvin's on the road, and when he's home we don't get along the way we used to..."

"You don't have to explain, Lorrie," Luke said. "It's none of my business."

His landlady put a hand on her. "I want you to understand," Lorraine said. "What happens to us...Marvin and me...it could...affect you, too. I mean, you live here. It's almost like you...you're part of...of our family." She swallowed hard and tears began rolling down her cheeks.

Finally, she got herself under control enough to continue. "My God! How can I tell you this?" she whimpered. Heavy sobs shook her. How could she tell him Marvin had called her and told her he was leaving her? And if that wasn't bad enough, her husband said he was leaving her for a man! She didn't know what the young man would do when he found out what his friend really was.

Luke wasn't sure what to do while his landlady sat next to him, sobbing. Moved by her pain, he slid closer and put his arms around her. With a soft moan, she pressed her face agains this chest. He felt her tears soaking into his T-shirt.

Lorraine sobbed while Luke held her. He stroked her back gently through the fluffy robe she was wearing, trying to give her comfort. But things he hadn't expected began to happen as he did. Her nearness, and the knowledge that she was most likely wearing nothing under the robe, began to cause him considerable discomfort.

The young man was shocked when he realized how his body was responding to contact with his landlady's. He knew he shouldn't be letting this happen, but just the same, his cock swelled and grew, straining against his uniform pants.

Finally Lorraine's sobs stopped. She leaned back, took Luke's face in both her hands and planted a kiss on his lips. "You're quite a young man, Luke Thomas," she said softly. "I...I hope you understand that. I...I hope that...that what I'm going to tell you doesn't...doesn't affect the way you feel about Marvin, or...or about me. I...I don't want to...to lose your friendship."

"I'm not going to stop being your friend, Lorrie," Luke said. He shifted position a little to ease the discomfort his hard-on was giving him. "Nothing you can tell me is going to change that."

"Well," Lorraine said. She took a deep breath. "Marvin called me today. What he told me was...well...it...it was very upsetting."

"What is it?" Luke asked. "Was he in a car crash or something? Is he OK?"

"Ah..." Lorraine hugged herself and shuddered. "No...he...he's not hurt. He's fine...that way." She took another deep breath. "He...he told me he was going to leave me," she said.

"What?" Luke asked, stunned. "Marvin, he...he's going to leave you? Is...is there someone else?"

Lorraine nodded as tears again began rolling down her cheeks. "Yes...there...there is," she sobbed. "Apparently he...he's been seeing this person for some time."

"Oh, God!" Luke said. He felt tears welling up in his eyes, too. He couldn't believe this! Lorrie must feel terrible. "Is...is it somebody you...you know?" he asked.

Lorraine shook her head. "N...no! That's...Oh, Luke!...that's the worst part of this," she sobbed. "I...I hate to...to be the...the one to...to tell you this but...well...he...he said he...he's leaving me for...for..." She began sobbing so hard she couldn't continue.

Luke held his landlady while she sobbed. Tears rolled down his own cheeks. The last thing he ever expected was that Marvin would leave Lorraine for another woman. He'd never even seen his landlord look at another woman in all the time he'd been living with them. Unlike the other guys he knew, Marvin never made comments about other women. Luke believed it was because his landlord was totally committed to Lorrie, which made what she'd just told him that much more startling.

"This woman..." he said, still struggling to comprehend what all this meant, "...the one Marvin's leaving you for...do...do you know anything about her?"

"It...it...Oh, God, Luke! It isn't a woman!" Lorraine sobbed. "I...I wish it was! He...he...he told me he's...he's...gay! He's...he's...he's leaving me for a...a...man!"

"What?" Luke said. He wasn't sure he'd heard her correctly. She couldn't possibly have meant that Marvin was a homosexual, that wasn't possible, was it?

"He...he told me he's...he's gay!" she sobbed. "He...he said he...he's known he was gay for a long time, but he didn't know how to tell me!"

"Oh, God!" Luke groaned. He was totally overwhelmed by the news he'd just heard. Marvin was his friend. They'd gone on fishing trips together, and had spent nights talking about sports and other things. How could he have not known?

"You...you won't hate him now, will you?" Lorraine sobbed. "Or...or me?"

"Of course not, Lorrie," Luke said, hugging her. "How could I? It's...I guess it might take me a while to get so I really believe it, though."

"You...you won't leave me, too, will you, Luke?" Lorraine sobbed. The possibility of losing the only other person she felt close to terrified her.

"No way, Lorrie!" Luke said. "There's no way I'm going to leave you. Not now, not when you need me."

"Oh, Luke," Lorraine said. "You are so special!" Her soft hands cupped his face again and her warm lips covered his once more.

Luke, already bewildered by the news his landlady had just given him, became even more confused when her lips touched his the second time. The first time she kissed him, he had experienced a pleasurable jolt, and he'd tried to tell himself he shouldn't be feeling that way about her, especially not now, when she was so vulnerable.

The second time Lorraine kissed him, he felt as if he'd been zapped with an electric cattle prod. It felt wonderful! And, thought Luke vainly fought against the feelings that were sweeping through him, he also realized he was fighting a losing battle. As upset and disoriented as he was, he didn't have the strength to resist he might normally have had.

The kiss lasted far longer than it should have and, when it finally did end both Lorraine and Luke were breathless and feeling things they both knew were wrong.

"Oh, God!" Lorraine exclaimed. She buried her face in her hands and began sobbing again. Powerful needs, which had not been attended to for along time by her husband, began to assert themselves inside her. She was as confused as Luke was and told herself she shouldn't be feeling this way and thinking these things about the young man sitting next to her on her bed, but she couldn't stop herself. She had hardly any control. She couldn't let this happen, but...

Luke, unaware of the lustful thoughts sweeping through his landlady's mind, gathered her into his arms. He didn't care if he had blue balls for the rest of his life. He had to make her feel better! And he needed to feel better, too. He rubbed her back as she pressed against him, sobbing.

Lorraine realized that as long as she was close to Luke, she risked doing things that were wrong, so she tried to push herself out of his arms. When she did, her hand came to rest - quite unintentionally - on the young man's erection.

When Lorraine realized what she was feeling, a shudder went through her and flames of passion flared wildly inside her. Whatever determination to stop what looked like it was going to happen vanished. Luke had a hard-on! He wanted her! And, she realized, she wanted him! Desperately! No matter what the consequences might be!

Luke gazed into his landlady's face and realized a look had come into eyes that he'd never seen there before. She looked kind of wild, like she was out of control. He quivered. Was she...would they...? It wasn't possible...was it?

"My word, Luke!" Lorraine whispered. Her fingers measured his rigid cock through his pants. "That...that..." Her eyes moved downward while her hand continued exploring the length and breadth of the young man's erect organ. "Luke, you...you have a...a hard-on!"

Luke sure did, and what she was doing to him was only making it harder and more painful! Something was happening, something part of him wanted to happen, but it was also something he knew he shouldn't permit. He shouldn't allow his landlady to continue doing what she was doing to him, but it felt so good and he was so horny he didn't think he had the strength to stop her!

Lorraine's chest was heaving and her mind swam as unbridled lust expelled all else from her mind. She leaned toward Luke, so her face was in front of his, and she could peer into his eyes. Closer and closer her face moved toward his.

This time, when Lorraine's lips covered his, Luke experienced incredibly powerful emotions. Even though he had fantasized about this happening, he never, even in his wildest dreams, believed it actually would. Feelings more powerful than he ever knew existed, roared through him like a tornado.

When his landlady's tongue lashed his lips, then slid between them, Luke instinctively met her invading tongue with his, and their oral digits lashed. He couldn't believe he and Lorrie were French-kissing, and he was astonished by what a wonderful experience it was!

When the torrid kiss ended, the two shaken people sat on the bed, staring at each other. Both of them knew what would happen next, and that they had absolutely no way of stopping it.

Lorraine, moving as if she was under the influence of a hypnotic spell, opened her robe and let it slide down over her shoulders. Her eyes, full of fire and need, watched Luke's hot gaze move over her bared body. She knew what she was doing was wrong, but she no longer cared. She was going to make love with him! She needed to make love with him more than she'd ever needed anything!

Luke, his heart pounding, stared at Lorrie's bared breasts. Were they ever beautiful, even more gorgeous than he imagined they were! Her nipples, almost as thick as his little finger, jutted from the dark circles which topped her firm, wonderfully shaped globes of flesh. His hand trembling, Luke reached for, then touched one.

"Luke, yesssss!!! Oh, God, yessssss, Luke!" Lorraine groaned when Luke's hand came in contact with her breast. A shudder of joy went through her. "Luke! Please! Touch my breasts!" His touch, gentle and hesitant, thrilled her immensely. She'd never felt the way the wonderful young man was making her feel!

Cautiously, tenderly, Luke caressed his landlady's breasts. He pressed his palms against the swollen globes and felt her rigid nipples stabbing into his palms.

Lorraine, murmuring softly, laid back on the bed. Luke remained seated next to her and his hands continued to roam lightly over her chest. Touching her was wonderful, but he had to know what it would feel like to suck those fantastic nipples! He bent over Lorrie, took one of the rigid tips between his lips, then he began to suckle it gently.

"Ohhhhhhhh!!!! Luke!!!!!" Lorraine groaned. Her back arched and her hands tangled in Luke's hair as his lips and tongue tortured her turgid nipple. "Yessssss!!! Yessssss, Luke!!!! Suck themmmmm!!! Suck my breasts!!! Yessssss!!!!"

Elated by Lorrie's fervent response to his caresses, Luke grew more daring. He let his lips travel from one nipple to the next, the journey taking him through the valley between her majestic mounds.

Lorraine continued arching her back and pulling at the young man, pleading with him to do more to her, to make her feel even better that she was already feeling. The idea that what they were doing might be wrong no longer existed in her mind.

"Oh, Luke, you're making me feel so wonderful!" she murmured, her body quaking. "Oh, God, Luke! Oh, God!!"

While his lips were moving on her breasts, driving her crazy, Luke slid his hand over the silken skin covering her softly rounded belly, and into the lush mat of black crinkly hair between her legs. Farther down, his hand moved, between his companion's legs, onto the startlingly soft, damp skin of her labia.

"Uhhhhhhh!!!!" Lorraine whimpered. Her hips rose off the bed, searching for more of the pleasure Luke's touch was generating. "Luke!!! Oh, yesssssss!!!! Luke!!!" she cried.

Luke explored Lorrie's opening with his fingers for a few minutes, then he found a swollen little bud at the upper verge of her opening and rubbed it with his thumb.

"Oh, Goddddddddddddd!!!!" Lorraine cried, her body pitching upward.

Luke, delighted by Lorrie's reaction, began concentrating his efforts on the spot she seemed to love having touched. He took her clit between his thumb and forefinger and stroked it as if he were jerking her off. While he did that, he continued to suckle her nipples.

Lorraine was totally unprepared for the feelings which assailed her as a result of Luke's caresses. Nobody had ever kissed and licked her breasts as adoringly as Luke was doing it! And what he was doing to her clit felt so good she could barely breathe! Her hands, fingers clawed, raked the sheets as wave after wave of delight swept through her in response to Luke's caresses. Her body kept twisting and turning and her back arched as feelings more fierce than any she'd ever experienced in her life permeated her.

"Luke!!!! Oh, Goddddd!!! Oh, Goddddddd!!!! Wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Luke!!!! Luke!!!! Luke!!!!!" she shrieked. Her body went into paroxysms as the most powerful orgasm she ever experienced swept over and through her.

Luke, aware that Lorrie was coming, continued to caress her until she lay still on the bed, her chest heaving, her eyes closed, an enraptured look on her face.

Luke's cock was stiffer than it had ever been--so stiff it hurt--and he wanted desperately to make love with Lorraine. He wanted that more than he'd ever wanted anything in his life! He stretched out next to her on the bed, put his arm around her, and held her against him.

Finally Lorraine stirred. She opened her eyes, looked into the eyes of the young man who'd given her so much delight and smiled. "Luke, where did you learn how to do that?" she whispered.

"Ah..." Luke had no idea what to say.

"Oh, Luke, that was so wonderful!" Lorraine cooed. She rolled on her side and kissed her. "Nobody's ever made me feel as wonderful as you just did! Nobody!" Again she kissed him passionately, her arms locked around him.




Badge of Dishonor Ch. 12



Lorraine no longer cared that being with Luke like this was wrong. She wanted him! She started pulling at his clothes. She go this uniform shirt off, then his T-shirt, and began running her hands over his warm skin.

Luke moaned softly as Lorrie's hands roamed over his bared skin, driving him to a level of need he never dreamed existed. He was worried, though, scared that if they didn't make love soon, he would lose control and come in his pants!

"Let's get...the...the rest of...of your clothes off," Lorraine purred. "I want to feel your naked body against mine!"

Luke helped Lorraine get the rest of his clothes off. Once he was naked, she wrapped her soft, warm hands around his swollen cock.

"Luke! My God! You're magnificent!" Lorraine whispered. Her hand began moving up and down on his distended wand. "I can't wait to get this monster in me!" The young man's cock was big, bigger than any she'd ever touched! She shuddered.

Luke, overwhelmed by the sensations Lorrie's hand moving on his cock caused, realized he was about to lose control, and that there was nothing he could do to stop it. Watching her come, touching her, and now experiencing the unbearably sweet contact of her hand on his cock, had brought him to the point of explosion.

"Gahhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhh!!! Lorrie!!! I can't wait!!! Oh, God!!! I can't wait!!!" he cried as his loins unleashed a torrent of his hot seed.

Luke lay there, stunned, watching Lorrie bend and cover the tip of his spewing cock with her mouth. Then she began gulping down the sticky white cream pumping from it. It felt so wonderful Luke thought he was going to die from pleasure!

"I'm sorry, Luke. I had no idea you were so close," Lorraine said once Luke had finished. She held him against her and stroked his back gently.

Luke felt ashamed at how little control he had. "I...I wanted to, you know, make love to you, Lorrie," he stammered, "I'm sorry I..." He felt tears filling his eyes.

"Oh, darling, don't be upset," Lorrie said softly. She was touched by how upset he seemed to be. "We will make love. I want you as badly as you want me." She continued to slide her hands over his smooth, warm skin.

Luke lay there and felt heat again beginning to build in his body as Lorrie stroked and caressed him. Unable to be next to her and not touch her lovely body, he began sliding his hands over her silken skin. Once again, he stroked her breasts and once more, her nipples grew erect.

Luke was elated! He was getting turned on again and it looked like Lorrie was, too! Fires of passion, almost quenched by his coming, began to flame wildly, fanned by her knowing caresses.

Lorraine's caresses soon had the young man hard as a rock, while at the same time his loving caresses had rejuvenated her need. When she knew he was ready, she lay back and pulled him on top of her.

A shudder went through her when she felt his hard cock pressing against her belly. "Put it in me, Luke!" she groaned, moving her hips, caressing his cock with her passion-dampened pussy. "Please, Luke, I want you in me!" She reached between them, and moved his cock so the head was at her opening.

"Now! Now, darling!!! Put it in!" Lorraine moaned, her hips rising off the bed.

When his erection entered her snug channel, Luke experienced the most intense, pleasurable sensations he'd ever known. He groaned as his hips began the motions of loving. His hips surged powerfully down against the lush body of the woman under him, and just as powerfully, she responded.

"Luke!!! My Godddddd!!!!" Lorraine groaned. "You're filling me!!! Godddddd!!! So goooooooodddddd!!!!" Her legs wrapped around Luke's and her pelvis ground against his. His swollen member was making her feel better than she'd ever felt!

Luke pushed himself up on his arms and watched Lorrie as he pounded against her. Her wonderful breasts jiggled, the nipples drawing little circles, as his body thudded against hers. Her face was flushed, her mouth hung open and she gasped for breath. Her dark hair spread out on the pillow, forming a tousled black frame for her flushed, pretty face.

"Luke!!!!!! Luke!!!!!!" Lorraine cried, her motions becoming frantic, "Luke!!!!!!! I'm cummmmmmminnnnnnggggggg!!!! Take meeeeeeee, Luke!!! Take meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! Yesssssssssssssssssssssss!!! Oh, yesssssss!!! Yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

"Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Luke cried when Lorrie's wild gyrations and spasming vagina milked his orgasm from him. His loins unleashed and he felt his fluids pumping into her.

Spent, Luke and Lorraine lay locked in each other's arms for quite a while. The young man had never felt more wonderful in his life and, judging from the contented look on Lorrie's face, she felt just as good.

"Luke, you are a magnificent lover!" Lorraine said, kissing him gently. "I had no idea..."

"Ah...thank you," Luke replied. He wasn't sure what else to say.

Lorraine experienced a rush of tenderness and a shudder went through her as she remembered how wonderful he'd made her feel. "I don't know if you realize it, Luke," she said, "but you just made me feel better than anyone ever has." She loved the fact that her compliment made him blush.

Lorraine, who was a virgin when she married, didn't have a vast amount of sexual experience, and her husband, for reasons she now understood, had never made love to her and satisfied her as well as he just had. It was a thrilling, yet disturbing awakening for the beautiful woman.

"Luke, you...you aren't sorry we did what we just did, are you?" Lorraine asked, sliding her hand lightly up and down the young man's arm.

"Ah...no, Lorrie," Luke replied. He smiled and tightened his arms around her. "I loved it! I'm not sorry, not at all!"




Badge of Dishonor Ch. 13



Passion In James County X: Badge of Dishonor

Chapter thirteen

"I don't think there's any reason for me to charge you with any motor vehicle violations, ma'am," Rod Billingham told the woman sitting in the passenger seat of his cruiser.

Her name was Rhonda Whitman and she lived in one of the better sections of Jamestown, judging from the address on her driver's license. Rod was investigating a minor car crash she had been involved in. She'd lost control of her car and run into a guardrail post. The damage was minor, and the car was still drivable.

Rod looked at her as he spoke and she smiled at him.

"Thank you so much, officer!" she said breathlessly. "My husband's going to be angry enough about the damage I did to the car. He'd be really upset if I got a ticket, too."

Rod thought Mrs. Whitman was one of the prettiest women he'd seen in a while. She had a very attractive face, brown eyes, and had short, dark hair with auburn highlights. She was incredibly slim, and was dressed in a black sleeveless smock turtleneck sweater and khaki shorts. The shorts exposed a pair of slim, smooth tan legs.

Rod handed the woman her driver's license, registration, and insurance card. When she took the items from him, she let her slim fingers caress his hand and a ripple went up his spine.

"Ah...if there are any problems, I might have to call you," he said. "This phone number you gave me, it's your home phone number, isn't it?"

"Yes, of course," the woman said, smiling at him. "And I'm usually home."

"You know," Rod said, "There really isn't much damage to your car. If you call Lou at Jamestown Auto Body and tell him Rod Billingham told you to call, I bet they'll fix it for you and treat you right."

"Thank you, officer," the woman said. "Maybe I'll do that today. My husband is away at a convention all this week. Maybe I'll be able to get the car fixed before he gets home."

"Yeah, maybe, you will, Mrs. Whitman," Rod said. He got the woman's message, loud and clear.

"May I go now, officer?" she said.

"Yes," Rod told her. "And drive safely."

Mrs. Whitman smiled at him warmly. "I will, officer," she said.

Rod watched Mrs. Whitman gracefully climb out of his cruiser, then walk to her car and get in. She smiled at him, waved, then started the engine and drove off.

Rod took a deep breath and let it out. "Wow!" he said. Then he called dispatch on his radio, told them he'd finished with the crash investigation and was returning to patrol.

Later that day, Rod was in the office not long before the end of his shift, finishing up the paperwork on the crash. "I wonder..." he thought, as he put the finishing touches on the diagram of the crash. "I wonder what Mrs. Whitman would do if I called her."

He got Rhonda Whitman's phone number from the crash report and dialled it. The phone rang, and was picked up after three rings.

"Hello?" the soft, smooth voice that had stirred Rod earlier in the day said.

"Is this Mrs. Rhonda Whitman?" Rod said.

"Yes, it is," the woman replied.

"This is Trooper Billingham," Rod said.

"Oh, you're the officer who investigated my crash this morning," the woman said. "Is there something wrong, Trooper Billingham?"

"No, ma'am," Rod said. "I was just finishing my report on your crash, and I realize I need some additional information to get it done."

"Oh," Mrs. Whitman said. "What is it? I'll be happy to get it for you."

"I really need to talk with you about this in person, Mrs. Whitman," Rod said. "Would you mind if I stopped by your house later this afternoon?"

"Why no, I...I guess that would be all right," the woman said.

"I'll be over in an hour, if that's OK," Rod said, feeling his heart rate increase.

"All right, officer," the woman said. "I'll be waiting for you."

"I bet!" Rod thought. He finished his paperwork, called his wife to tell her he'd be late again, then he got in his cruiser and headed for Mrs. Whitman's house.

Exactly an hour after he made the phone call to her, Rod was ringing Rhonda Whitman's doorbell. The sight that greeted him when the door opened took his breath away.

Mrs. Whitman's lean body was enclosed in a light pink fleece robe that looked softer than anything Rod had ever seen. She smiled at Rod, her brown eyes gleaming.

"Hello, again, officer," she said. Her voice, Rod thought, was sexier than any he had ever heard. "Come in, officer. What is it you need to know about the crash that I haven't told you?"

Instead of replying to the woman's question, Rod walked by her, into her house, then he turned and watched her close and lock the door. When she started toward him, he stepped toward her.

"Are you going to answer my question, officer?" she asked, moving close to Rod, so close he could feel the heat radiating from her and could smell the scent of her expensive perfume.

"I don't have any questions about the crash, Mrs. Whitman," Rod said. He unbuckled his gun belt and laid it on a table just inside the door.

"Oh?" Rhonda replied. "Then why...?"

"I had questions about you," Rod said. "And I think you've answered them."

"I have?" Rhonda purred.

"You sure have," Rod said, stepping toward her. He untied the belt around her waist and spread the robe open. And when he did, he got another surprise. Mrs. Whitman's lithe form was encased in a super-sheer lace camisole that had spaghetti straps running over her well-shaped shoulders and tiny buttons down the front. A matching lace thong bikini barely covered her middle and was held in place by thin straps that curved up over her lean, finely-formed hips. 

"Ohhh!!!" the woman murmured. Her arms slid around Rod's neck and her slender body pressed against his.

She tilted her head up, Rod bent his head, and their lips met. Passion arced through him he felt his cock begin to stiffen. His slid his hands under her robe, over her back, and down to her taut bottom. Rhonda Whitman continued murmuring as her fantastic body strained against his.

"Come along with me, officer," the woman said when their kiss ended. She took Rod's hand and led him down the hallway to her bedroom.

Rod was a bit startled. Rhonda Whitman looked and talked like the product of a classy finishing school and expensive college. But she was acting like she was just as hot as any other woman he'd ever met, maybe even hotter than most.

Once they were in the massive, expensively furnished bedroom, Rhonda shrugged her shoulders and let the fluffy robe drop to the floor. She smiled at Rod and licked her lips.

Rod again moved toward her, and when she began unbuttoning his uniform, he undid the three buttons holding her camisole closed. When the upper half of her body was completely bare, he began running his hands over her small, but proud, breasts, feeling her nipples rub against his palms, hearing her murmur with joy.

Things got a little out of control then. Rod wasn't sure how the woman managed to get his clothes off, but she did. Then she laid down on the bed and he joined her. He stripped the tiny bikini from her middle, then they became a wild tangle of naked flesh and he was exploring the wonder and mysteries of her body while her hands stole over his.

His lips found the turgid tip of one petite, beautiful breast.

"Ohhhhh, Goddddd!!!!" Rhonda moaned.

When Rod's hands moved over her warm, velvety flesh, her body arched against his caresses. His hand glided over her amazingly flat belly, into the sparse forest of auburn hair between her legs and he discovered her middle was already soaking wet!

"Now!!!" Rhonda groaned, "Don't make me wait!!! Now!!! Take me now!!! Fuck me, Trooper Billingham!"

Rod, stunned and aroused by the coarse language pouring from the classy-looking woman's mouth, rolled on top of her. His legs fell between her long, lithe ones, and his erection slid through her well-lubricated soaked cunt, tantalizing both of them.

Rhonda pulled on his hips, urging him into her. "Fuck me! Fuck me now! I need your cock!" she groaned.

Rod lowered his hips and warmth and wetness engulfed his organ and ecstasy swept through him as his throbbing shaft sank into the woman's body.

"Oh...My...Godddddd!!!!" Rhonda cried as he entered her, "Yessssssss!!! Yessssss!!! Oh, God!!! Oh, Goddddd!!! I knew you'd be good!!! I knew itttttttt!!!!! You're a goddamn animal!!!"

Rod, grunting with need, drove into her and she bucked up to meet him just as frantically. Their groins pressed together, seeking the release both of them desperately needed. Then he felt her body begin to quiver and her fingers dug into his bottom.

"Commmmmminnnnnggggg!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!! Fuck meeeeeee!!! My...Goddddddd!!! My Goddddd!!! Give it to meeeeeeeeeeee!!!!" Rhonda screamed, her hands hauling on his bottom, pulling him against her.

"Ahhhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhh!!!!!" Rod groaned when he exploded, feeling ardor so powerful it verged on pain. It felt as if an endless supply of sticky juices was going to spew from his pulsating cock.

"Wahhhhhhh!!!!!" Rhonda cried when she felt his hot fluids filling her. "That's ittttt!!! Yessssss!!! Yesssssss!!! Fill meeeee!!! Fill meeeeeeeeeee!!!!!"

Spent at last, Rod collapsed on the bed next to the woman, marveling at how wild she was. He figured he'd get laid if he called her, but never dreamed it would be as wild as this! He lay there, sure he had done all he'd be able to do, but his partner showed him he was wrong.

Rhonda got to her knees next to Rod and leaned over him He groaned when warmth and wetness enveloped his limp penis. Her mouth began working on him expertly and, while he experienced absolute bliss, his organ began to come back to life. Before long, Rhonda's mobile tongue, hot lips, and nimble fingers had him steel-hard and throbbing once more.

Rhonda moved on top of him and, holding his swollen lance with her slim fingers, she impaled herself on him, sighing as she did. The minute Rod was all the way in, she began moving her hips up and down slowly, and as she did, Rod experienced a new wave of exquisite sensations which rapidly fanned the smoldering embers of passion inside him to a white-hot conflagration of urgency.

Rod thrust his hips up off the bed, shaking his partner. He looked up at Rhonda's gorgeous face, now a mask of passion as she bounced up and down on the rampant cock embedded in her. His thrusts caused her tiny breasts to bounce, making the protruding nipples draw circles in the air in front of her.

Rod reached up and grasped Rhonda's breasts and slid his thumbs back and forth over her nipples. She cried out in ecstasy.

"Ahhhhh!!!! Yessssss!!! Yessssss!!! Oh, yesssssss!!!!!" she wailed.

Rhonda's moans stimulated Rod to even more frenzied activity. The sensations resulting from having her writhing and twisting on his embedded spear were almost too much for him. Then he felt his control going. "Gahhhhh!!!!" he moaned, "I'm commmminnnngggg!!! Oh...my...Godddddd!!! I'm commmminnnnnngggggggg!!!!" His hot cream spewed from him into Rhonda and she went wild.

"Fuck!!! Fuck!!! Fuckkkkkkkkkkk!!! Fuck meeeeeee!!!! Yesssss, loverrrrrrrr!!!" Rhonda screamed, her body snapping and jerking as if she was having convulsions. "I'm commmmmmminnnnnnnnggggggg!!!! I'm cummmminnnnngggggggg!!!! More!!! More!!! Give me more!!!"

Afterward, sated, they lay in each other's arms, letting their bodies calm.

"I'm so glad you were the officer who came to investigate my accident, Trooper Billingham," Rhonda purred. She giggled softly. "Do you do such a thorough job of investigating every accident?"

"No," Rod replied and kissed her. "I only do it in special cases."

"I'm certainly glad I'm a special case, then," Rhonda replied.

She kissed Rod who, to his astonishment, felt himself growing hard again.

Rod began making love to her again. This time he took things slowly, suckling her breasts, chewing the tips gently with his lips and teeth. It wasn't long before he felt Rhonda again begin to quake as he re-kindled passion in her willowy body. He soon had her trembling with need once again.

"Please..." Rhonda begged after he'd been toying with her for a while, "Fuck meeeee, Trooper Billingham!!! I need it again! Please fuck me againnnnn!!!!!"

Rod rolled between her thighs and plunged his cock into her pulsing, slippery opening.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!!" Rhonda moaned as he entered her, "That's it!!! Oh, yesssss!!! Do it!!! Do it!!! Fuck me some more!!! Fuck me some more!!!!!"

Rod, still wildly aroused by the dirty talk she used, thrust into her all the way. He left his cock embedded in her for a few seconds, then he pulled out, leaving just the tip in her spasming opening. After a few moments' pause, he repeated the action, tantalizing her, letting her experience the sensation of having his cock riding slowly in and out of her body. He pushed himself up on straightened arms and gazed down on the beautiful woman under him, who was impaled on his rock-hard lance.

Rhonda was going wild. She grabbed at her breasts and twisted the nipples with her fingers while her head rolled from side to side on the pillow. Her face was flushed with need and her hips toiled against his.

"I'm gonna come!!!!" she cried, "Fuck meeeee!!! Harder!!! Harder!!! Deeper!!! Deeeper!!! Yessssss!!! Yessssss!!!! Oh, shit!!! Damn!!! Oh, damn!!! I...I'm comminnnnggggg aggggggainnnnnnnnnn!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!"

Rod watched Rhonda's body writhed and quake under him, and his control vanished. He exploded into her again, groaning with pleasure.

When they finished, Rod lay next to Rhonda, thinking it was good the next day was his day off. He wasn't sure he'd have enough energy to go to work after being with this wildcat.



Badge of Dishonor Ch. 14



Passion In James County X: Badge of Dishonor

Chapter fourteen

Lise Billingham sat at her desk, opening the bag that held her lunch, when Luke Thomas, a young deputy she'd gone to high school with, walked into the office holding a coffee cup in his hand.

"Hi, Lise," Luke said. "I heard you were working here now. How are you doing?"

"I'm fine," Lise replied. "I didn't realize you were a deputy."

"I've been one for two years," Luke said. "Ever since I got out of college. I usually work night shift, so I haven't had a chance to stop in and say Hello before this." He walked into the office and sat down in a chair in front of Lise's desk.

"I thought you were going to be a lawyer," Lise said.

"I was," Luke said. "But when the drunk who killed my folks got off because of some sleazy lawyer, I decided I didn't want to be one any more. I wanted to be able to catch bad guys and lock them up, maybe keep what happened to my folks from happening to anybody else."

"I was really sorry to hear about your folks being killed," Lise said. "That had to be awful."

Luke nodded. "It was," he said. "But I managed to get over it OK. My uncle and aunt took me in and being with them helped a lot."

"Where are you living now?" Lise asked.

"I...ah...I rent a little apartment over on Thomas Street," Luke replied. He tried not to think about what had happened between his landlady and him the night before, but couldn't help himself. And, as he thought about what he and his Lorrie had done, he felt his face getting hot. "You married Rod Billingham, huh?" he said, hoping to get his mind on something else.

"Yes," Lise said.

"How's he like being on the patrol?" Luke asked. "I thought about applying for the Patrol, but they had a hiring freeze on, so I came on with the sheriff instead."

"Rod really likes it," Lise said. "He loves the job."

"You have any kids?" Luke asked.

"Three," Lise said. "I kind of hated to come to work because I do like being a stay-at-home mom, but you know how it is these days, we need the money."

Deputy Jonas Briggs stuck his head in the door. "Hey, Luke, come on, we got to roll on a domestic complaint out at Mason Estates."

"Oh, shit," Luke said. "You mean the Drews are at it again?"

"Yep," Briggs said. "Martha claims Irving's threatening to stab her."

Luke smiled at Lise. "Got to go," he said. "See you around sometime."

"Take care, Luke," Lise said. She watched the two deputies leave with a bit of worry in her eyes. She was a police wife and knew domestic complaints were the most dangerous calls officers had to handle. She hoped neither Luke nor his partner would wind up getting hurt handling this one.

"How do you like this new shift schedule?" Jonas Briggs asked as he and Luke headed toward the scene of their call.

One of the first things the new patrol commander did when he took charge was change the schedule for the patrol division. The new schedule allowed officers more choice of shifts they worked, and even provided for two-officer cars part of the time.

"I think it makes sense," Luke replied as he guided the cruiser through traffic. "With this schedule, it should be a lot easier to get backup when things get busy. And it's kind of nice working with a partner, too."

Luke and his partner were assigned to one of the "mid-watch" units, two-officer cars whose tour of duty overlapped the normal shifts and kept officers on the street during shift changes. He and Jonas were assigned to the James County Nine car, and were working the afternoon watch, which ran from eleven in the morning until six in the afternoon.

The domestic dispute, which was at a location only too familiar to the deputies, didn't turn out to be much. Both the husband and wife were drunk, so Luke and Jonas settled things down for the day by taking the husband into protective custody and transporting him to a local de-tox center.

"Well, that was easy," Jonas said as they drove away from the detox center.

"Yeah, be nice if we could settle every domestic that easy," Luke agreed. "You sure it was Irving's turn to go to detox?"

"Hell, I don't know," Jonas laughed. The deputies had been to the home so often, and the couple had both been to detox so much, that it got to be a running joke which person's turn it was to go. "Maybe, now that we're getting that new computer system, they could set something up so we'll know which one we should be taking."

"Yeah, right," Luke laughed, "Why don't you suggest that to the new boss in Support Services? I bet he'll love it."

"Operations to James County Nine," the radio said.

Jonas picked up the microphone. "James County Nine, go ahead," he said.

"The highway patrol is requesting assistance for prisoner transport," the dispatcher said. "We don't have a transport unit available. Meet 305 at the intersection of County Road and Lincoln Avenue."

"Copy, Operations," Jonas said, "we're rolling."

"Doesn't look like we're going to be doing a lot of police work today, does it?" Luke commented. "I hate doing taxi duty for the patrol."

"It's all part of what they pay us to do," his partner said.

Luke was right. Their shift was quiet for once. There was so little to do, they wound up spending most of the afternoon on speed enforcement, a part of the job Luke liked even less than transporting prisoners.

"Well, I think we've issued enough tickets today to hold us for the month," Jonas said as Luke wheeled the cruiser into the Sheriff's Office parking lot at the end of their shift.

"I think we made our quota for the next two months, actually," Luke said. He thought about going home and he found that he felt nervous. He wasn't sure what would happen when he got home today. His landlady had the whole day to think about what had happened the night before. Would she want to continue it, would she want him to move out, what would she want? Actually, Luke wasn't sure what he wanted to have happen when he got home.

"Hey, partner!" Jonas said. He had leaned back in the cruiser, startling Luke, who'd been sitting behind the wheel, lost in thought. "You going to go home or are you going to stay in the car all night?"

"Ah...I'm going home," Luke said.

Lorraine didn't say much to Luke when he got home. She was still wearing her bathrobe even though it was late afternoon.

She did have dinner ready for him, though, and they sat down to eat. Lorraine didn't say a thing to Luke while they ate and, since he wasn't sure what to say, he didn't try to make conversation.

Lorraine disappeared into her bedroom after they finished dinner, while Luke cleared the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher. The young man was experiencing a real quandry. He knew he and his landlady would have to talk sometime, but he wasn't sure if this was the time or not.

After he finished with the dishes, Luke debated whether or not he should go up to his apartment. He decided not to and went into the living room, plopped down on the sofa, and turned on the TV to watch the news. But, as he sat there, he realized he couldn't concentrate. He finally decided he might as well go to Lorrie's room and discuss what had happened with her. The sooner they settled the situation, the better it would be for both of them. He got off the sofa and walked down the hall to the master bedroom. The door was closed. He opened it. Lorraine was lying on the bed, her back to him, still in her robe. Luke walked across the room and sat down on the bed. "Are you OK, Lorrie?" he asked softly.

"I...I'm fine, Luke," she replied. She sniffled a little. She was experiencing just as much inner turmoil as her tenant was. She knew what they'd done was wrong, but wasn't sure she'd be able to keep it from happening again. She knew she and Luke needed to talk about it, but she wasn't sure how she'd react if she was close to him again. The memories of their wild night were too fresh, and too real.

She'd gone to her room hoping he'd come in to talk with her and dreading it at the same time. Despite the fact that she had doubts about what they'd done the day before, she found herself wanting him to make love to her again.

"I was worried about you, Lorrie," Luke said and laid his hand gently on her arm. "Are...are you angry with me because...because of what...what I did last night?"

"I...I'm not mad at you, honey," Lorraine said. She shouldn't have let this happen! Luke's touch was thrilling her again! "You...you didn't do anything, it...it was my...my fault."

Luke wasn't finding this any easier than Lorraine. While he caressed her arm through her robe, feelings he'd tried to banish earlier once more started to awaken in him. For a minute he took his hand from her and considered asking her to go out into the living room so they could talk. Then he put it back on her and resumed caressing her.

Luke didn't have a girlfriend. He'd been working nights most of the time, so he hardly had time to date. And Lorrie needed him as much as he needed her. Didn't that meant he was free to give her what she needed, what he needed too?

The young man's caresses grew bolder and, as they did, Lorraine shifted position, moving closer to him. She knew what she wanted to happen, and she didn't care if wanting it was wrong. "Oh, Luke," she whispered, "You really are the only person in the whole world who really cares for me, aren't you?" All she could think of was having him satisfy her again, like he had the night before! Thinking about how it had felt when his big, hard cock was spewing hot juices into her gave her a funny feeling in her stomach.

"I really am worried about you, Lorrie," Luke said, "I don't like to see you upset." He slid his hand into the neck of the robe.

"Oh, Luke!" Lorraine crooned when his hand slid onto her bare skin. "Do you have any idea how wonderful that feels?" His touch was like nothing she'd ever known. He was always so gentle, so concerned about her and what her needs!

"I think I do," Luke said. He knew they weren't going to be talking about not doing this, not now. "I'll be back in just a second," he told his landlady. He got off the bed, took off his clothes, then he laid back down next to her, pressing his naked body spoon-fashion, against her.

Lorraine murmured with delight when Luke pressed his naked body against hers, then his hand slid inside her robe, found her breast, and moved to the already-erect nipple.

"Oh, Luke!" Lorraine moaned. She pressed her bottom against him and felt his swelling cock pressing against her buttocks through her robe. "You know exactly how to make me forget my cares, don't you?"

Luke kept fondling his landlady's breast and could feel her responding more and more fervently to his caresses. His cock, hard as steel now, kept pressing harder and harder against her buttocks as she wriggled them against him.

He managed to get her robe off, then his naked body came in full contact with hers. When his rigid prong stabbed between her buttocks, Lorraine groaned with delight. "Ohhh!! Luke!!!" she murmured. She moved her bottom and the movement generated wonderful feelings which swept through her. "That feels fabulous!"

Luke slid his hand over her body and down between her legs.

Lorraine gasped and trembled as his fingers began caressing her labia, sending shock-waves of pleasure into her. "Oh, Luke!!! I love the way you touch me," she purred. "You're so gentle!" She gasped again when his hand, probing between her legs, brushed her clit.

"Luke!!! My Godddd!!!!" she groaned. Her body continued to move insistently as the young man strummed her clit. "Ohhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhh!!!!"

The movement of Lorrie's body against his did wild things to Luke, especially his cock, which remained trapped in the cleft in her warm, soft bottom. This might not be fucking, but Luke found it almost as exciting. He had an idea that if he wanted to, he could come that way.

Luke also loved the effect his caresses were having on his beautiful aunt.

"Luke!!! Oh, Godddddd!!! Oh, Godddddd!!!!!" Lorraine wailed, her body starting to jolt wildly. "Oh, God!!! Oh, Goddd!!! I'm commmmminnnnnggggg!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

The wild quivering of his lover's body did wonderful things to Luke's trapped cock, but he mustered all the self-control he could and didn't let himself come, even though he could have. Instead, he continued caressing Lorrie until the wild movements of her body stilled, then he held her tight against him, his cock still lodged between her nether cheeks.

"Oh, God, Luke! That was wonderful! I needed that so badly!" Lorraine murmured, putting her hand on top of the one Luke had cupping her breast. "You know exactly what it takes to be good for me, don't you?"

"I'm glad I make you feel good, Lorrie," Luke whispered. "I always want to make you feel good! Always!"

"You do! Oh, darling, you certainly do!" Lorraine exclaimed. She tightened her ass around his cock. "What are we going to do about that?"

"I think you know what we can do," Luke said and squeezed her breast gently.

"Well..." Lorraine laid one of her legs back over Luke's hips, then reached between them and found his cock. "Let's see. I think, maybe we can..."

She guided the tip of the aroused young man's swollen organ to her sopping opening and, when Luke thrust forward, she groaned with delight as the engorged shaft slid into her quavering grotto. Heat and thrills swept through her.

"Yesss!!! Oh, Yessss!!!!" Lorraine purred, pressing back against Luke. Pleasure ripped through her once again as his swollen wand speared into her over and over.

Luke jabbing forcefully into Lorrie's body, continued to squeeze her breast and toy with the nipple.

"Do it!!! Do ittttttt!!!!" Lorraine cried. Her body shook under the young man's delightful assault. Her hand stole to her pussy and began twirling her clit. "Yes, Luke!!! Do ittttt!!! Yessssss!!!!"

"Oh, God, Lorrie! I'm gonna come!!! Oh, God!!! This feels too good!!!" Luke cried, feeling the onset of his orgasm. "Ahhhhhhhh!!! Lorrrrrieeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!" Powerful jets of his juices hosed into her quivering body.

"Gahhhhhhhh!!!! Luke!!! Oh, yesssssssss!!! Yesssssssssss!!!! Take meeeeeeeeeee!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Lorraine cried as uncontrollable ecstasy roared through her.

"Oh, Luke, I needed that so desperately!" Lorraine crooned afterward, hugging Luke against her. "God, you make me feel so good!" She kissed him tenderly. As long as he was with her, she'd never be lonely.

"I'm glad," Luke said.

Lorraine kissed him again. "I don't know what I'm going to do." Her eyes reddened and began to fill with tears. "My God! What am I doing? What am I thinking? Look at me!"

"It's OK." Luke didn't want her to start crying. Crying women always made him feel helpless. "I don't see anything wrong with what we're doing, Lorrie."

Lorraine sniffled a little, then kissed him. "I don't agree with you, Luke, but I'm not going to argue with you. Not only are you a magnificent lover, you're sweet, too." She patted his bare hip and yawned. "I'm tired. Why don't we get some sleep?"

"Sounds like a good idea to me," Luke said. He rolled over, turned out the bedroom light, then rolled back so he was facing her and pulled her into his arms.

Lorraine snuggled against Luke, kissed him, then the two of them fell into a deep, satisfied sleep. 



Badge of Dishonor Ch. 15



Passion In James County X

Badge of Dishonor

By D.C. Roi

Chapter fifteen

Lise laid in bed and felt her husband's body pressing against hers, then his hand slid up her body and cupped one of her breasts through her nightgown. Tingling warmth began to fill her body. "At last!" she thought, as desire began flooding her, "Rod's finally going to make love to me!" She was elated. After virtually ignoring her for several weeks, Rod was making love to her! Her nipple stiffened in response to her husband's caress, and passion began smoldering deep inside her.

Lise had wanted Rod to make love to her for a long time! Their love life had almost stopped in the months since she announced she'd gotten a job and gone to work, and she desperately wanted it to improve. And at this point in time, except for one night when she'd pleasured herself, Lise had been deprived of satisfaction for so long, nothing could have kept Rod's touch from arousing her.

When Rod pressed against her and she felt his erection jabbing her bottom she'd been excited, because that told her Rod was turned on, too. Maybe tonight would be the night which was the turning point toward a positive change in the relationship between them. Maybe, somehow, they could get back to being more like they were when they were first married.

Lise shuddered with anticipation as her husband's hands moved over her body. Rod pulled her over onto her back, then he pulled up her nightgown and his hand began sliding across her belly. He cupped her middle, then Lise gasped when one of his fingers slid into her. Tonight, she was soaking wet. She wanted him desperately.

She couldn't help herself. Her body bucked upward. "Yesss! Oh, yesss, Rod!!" she murmured as her hips began undulating in counterpoint to the cadence of her husband's thrusting finger. "That feels so good!! Oh!!! Oh...Rod!!!! Yessss!!! You're doing it!!!! Oh...God...Yessss!!! You're getting me there!!!"

After fingering her for a few minutes, Rod rolled between her legs and, guiding his erect cock with his hand, he drove it into her.

When her husband's hard, hot, fleshy wand entered her, thrills rippled through Lise's yearning body. Then he began moving and, with delight, she felt her passion grow and her middle tightening, signaling that she was approaching orgasm.

"Yesssss!!!" her moans grew more urgent. She rocked her hips, thrusting them against her husband's driving body, and her hands pulled at him. "Take...Meee!!!! Oh, yes, Rod!!! Take...Meeeee!!! I'm...getttinggg...there!!! I'm...I'm getttinnnngggg there!!!!"

"Unnnnnhhhhh!!!! Unnnhhhh!!!" Rod grunted. His thrusts became more and more frantic.

Despite the fact that she was nearly overwhelmed by passion, Lise realized what was about to happen. Rod was going to come! And she wasn't ready, not yet! "Noooooo!!!! Not yet!! Please!!! Rod!!! Nooo!!! Not yet!!" she cried. She wasn't ready, but she was close! If he'd just keep going for a few more minutes, she'd be there, too.

It was as if Rod didn't hear her. She'd no more gotten her words of protest out when he was coming, his hot sperm jetting into her.

In seconds, Rod's movements stopped and Lise felt his penis begin to soften. She couldn't stand it! She needed more! Just a tiny little bit more and she'd be satisfied, too! "Please!! Rod!! Please!!!" Lise begged. She pulled at her husband's arms, beseeching him, "Don't leave me like this! Make love to me just a little longer! Please, honey, just a little more!!!"

Her pleas were ignored. Rod's limp penis slid from her still-craving vagina and he rolled to the bed next to her, his back to her.

Lise continued her pleas. "Please, Rod, don't leave me like this! I want you to make me come! Please, honey!"

"What do you expect me to do about it?" her husband replied angrily. He didn't even bother to turn and face her. He knew he hadn't made love to her in a while, but he'd had so many other women, it hadn't been a problem for him. Since he was home early for a change, the figured he'd throw a fuck into Lise and keep her quiet. Now she was giving him a ration of shit, acting as if he hadn't satisfied her. "Tough shit," he thought, "None of the other chicks I'm screwing are complaining."

"Please!! I need it so..." Lise hated begging like this, but she was desperate.

"Dammit, Lise!" Rod yelled. He bolted from the bed and stood next to it, glaring down at her. "I don't know what you expect from me. I try to be a good husband. Jesus, I just made love to you and all I'm getting for it is a ration of shit! I tried. If you aren't woman enough to get off after all I did, it isn't my problem!"

Rod's words stung Lise as if he'd lashed with a whip. "If you aren't woman enough..." Was that really the problem? She wasn't sure about anything any more. She hadn't had an orgasm in so long! In fact, the only orgasm she'd ever had was one she'd given herself in the bathtub one night after Rod had left her unsatisfied. She realized for the first time that Rod's love-making - if you could call what he'd was doing that - had never really been satisfying for her.

"Please!! Please, Rod! Just come back to bed. We'll make love again!!!" she implored. "And if we do..."

"Get off my case, Lise! her husband snapped, his face red with anger. "'Please, Rod, I gotta have it. I want you to fuck me silly!'" Cruelly, he mocked her, his voice a falsetto. He stomped toward the bedroom door.

"Rod! Where...where are...are you going?" Lise asked.

"Downstairs! I'd rather sleep on the sofa than put up with your goddamn whining!" he snapped in reply. He stormed out, slamming the bedroom door behind him.

Lise lay in their bed stunned, her body still on fire, tears running down her cheeks. "Is it possible he could be right?" she wondered. "Could there be something wrong with me? Is it my fault we aren't getting along? Am I the one who has the problem? Maybe he's right, if I hadn't started working..."

Lise couldn't sleep. And the more and more she thought about it, the more she realized she and Rod needed to talk. Finally, she got up, slipped on a robe, and went downstairs. She found Rod, sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching TV. He glared at her when she walked in.

Lise sat down on a chair opposite her husband. "Rod, we need to talk," she said.

Rod, a perturbed look on his face, glowered at her. "Talk about what?" he said. "You gonna get on my case about sex again?"

"No, not about that. We need to talk about us," Lise replied.

"What about us?" Rod snapped.

"You know, Rod, I've been asking myself that question a lot lately," Lise said, "and the answer I keep coming up with frightens me."

Rod's face clouded up and turned red. "Lise, what the hell are you talking about?" he demanded. The last thing he wanted tonight was a discussion about their marriage. If she hadn't taken that damn job, there wouldn't be any problems.

"The answer I keep coming up with is that there seems to be very little us left," Lise said. She was surprised that she was able to talk about this and remain as calm as she was. At this point, she didn't care if Rod got angry or not. They had to discuss this if there was even a faint chance of saving their marriage.

"Jesus H. Christ, Lise! That's crazy!" Rod exclaimed. What the hell had gotten into her? "Of course there's an us. It's that damn job you have is what it is. If you weren't working, you'd be able to pay more attention to your family. Me, in particular. You never complained about our marriage before you took that goddamn job. What is it, some of those dykes the sheriff's got working for him been putting feminist ideas in your head?"

Lise felt a burst of anger. Why wouldn't he discuss this with her? Didn't he care how she felt? "Rod, don't try to change the subject. Nobody is putting ideas in my head. This is the first night you've been home before one A. M. in weeks," she replied. "Normally, the only time I see you is when you're getting ready for work in the morning. My being home won't help us work on our relationship if you're not home to work on it with me."

"Yeah, sure, blame it all on me," Rod snapped. "I'm not the one complaining."

"I'm not blaming it all on you," Lise said. "It takes two people to make a relationship and two to break it, too."

Rod wasn't in the least comfortable with the discussion he and his wife were having. He'd always believed he was the lord and master of his home, and he liked it that way. The fact that his wife was acting independent, and was challenging him, both disturbed and angered him.

"Yeah, well, you can say that," he groused. "But before you took that damn job--which I told you not to take, by the way--there wasn't anything wrong with our relationship."

"Rod, that isn't true. Even before I went to work our relationship wasn't what it used to be," Lise continued. "We...we haven't made love - really made love - in so long I can't remember the last time. You're never here and even when you are here, I don't feel as if we're close. I can't live like this. Not any more."

Rod studied his wife. "What the hell are you saying?" he demanded. He felt himself growing more and more angry. Lise was talking like she might want out of their marriage. No way was he ever going to let that happen! If she thought she was going to divorce him, take his kids, and ruin his life, she better think again! He decided it was time to let her know who was boss.

"Lise, you can forget that kind of talk right now!" he snapped. "We're married and, for Christ's sake, we have three kids! And we're goddamn well going to stay married. You better get that straight!"

Lise, for the first time in her life, wasn't cowed by her husband's anger. "Rod, your anger isn't going to change my mind. Maybe I should have realized before that we were in trouble," she said calmly. "Actually, I'm starting to wonder exactly what we did have in the first place. But I know for certain I'm not going to live like this any more. I don't want us to stop being a family, I really don't, but I can't keep living like this and I'm not going to subject the kids to it, either. Anything has to be better than what we have now, even being divorced."

"Lise, you're nuts!!!" Rod jumped to his feet and began to pace. "You've lost your mind! You're talking crazy!! First of all, you're going to stop this crazy divorce talk. And second, you're going to give the sheriff your notice. That goddamn job is screwing up our marriage."

Lise looked at her husband and, for the first time since she'd met him, she felt a trace of fear. She didn't think Rod would hit her, but he looked angrier than she'd ever seen him. And, although his anger frightened her, it did something else, something he didn't intend it to; it proved to her once more that no matter what she said or did, Rod wasn't going to change. Unless she did things exactly the way he wanted, they'd always have troubles. She decided she didn't want that kind of life. She, and her kids, deserved better than being pawns to Rod's whims.

She took a deep breath. "I haven't lost my mind, Rod. Maybe, for the first time in a long time, I'm being realistic," she said. "Unless we work very hard on straightening out our relationship, I'm afraid we're through."

"No!" Rod yelled. He realized his world, the world he'd worked so hard to construct and protect, was in danger of coming apart. He couldn't let that happen. "You can't say that! You can't do that! I...I won't let you!"

"Yes I can, Rod!" Lise replied, firmly. "You have a choice. Either you agree to work on our relationship, which means you agree to go to counseling with me, or I am going to file for divorce!"

Rod stared at her. What the hell had gotten into her? "You can't do that! I...I won't let you! I'll fight you all the way!!!" he yelled. "We're not getting a divorce! No way! And I...I can't go see a shrink. If the Patrol finds out, it will go on my record and I'll never get any promotions!"

"I doubt that seeing a family therapist will affect your career," Lise said. "Why does the Patrol have that Employee Assistance program if it isn't to help officers who have problems?" She took a deep breath. "It's your choice, Rod. You have to decide which is more important, your family or your job."

Rod began to pace again. He'd lost control in his home, the one place he was sure he had total control. "This...this is crazy, Lise!!!" he said. "This is totally crazy!!!"

Lise sat there, watching her husband pace. After a few minutes, she stood up. "Rod, I'm not going to force you to make a decision about this right now," she told him. "I want you to think about what I've said. I don't want to force you into anything. But I'm not sure it will work if you're here. I think it will be easier for both of us if...if you were to live somewhere else for a while, until you decide."

"What if I tell you to go to hell?" Rod snapped. "What are you going to do then, huh?"

Lise hugged herself and shrugged. "Then I guess I know what your decision is," she replied. She felt tears filling her eyes. "If...if that's your answer, then I'm going to call a lawyer first thing in the morning, and file for divorce. I'll get a restraining order, too. Is...is that really what you want, Rod? How will that look to the patrol?"

Rod couldn't believe this was really Lise, the mousy woman he'd married. She was right, if she got a restraining order, his bosses on the Patrol would find out, and he'd be in just as much trouble as if he went to a shrink. He had to do something to get out of this mess, to give her time to calm down and come to her senses. "No," he said weakly. "I...I'll go. Maybe...maybe you're right. Maybe if...if you have some time alone, you'll come to your senses."

He turned and walked toward the stairway, then he stopped and turned to look at her. "Lise," he said. Desperation was now clear in his voice. "This...this is crazy! Please! Think about what you're doing to us! Do...do you have any...idea how much I need you?"

"I'm not doing it to us, Rod," Lise replied, even as tears began rolling down her cheeks. "I...I'm doing it for us."



Badge of Dishonor Ch. 16



Passion In James County X

Badge of Dishonor

By D.C. Roi

Chapter sixteen

Luke Thomas walked into Tim Jackman's office near the end of his shift. "Lou, can I talk to you about something?" he asked.

"Sure, Luke," Tim said. "Have a seat. What's up?"

Luke held up a VCR tape he had in his hand. "I think, maybe, you better see what's on this tape," he said. "Today, Jonas and I picked up a couple of slime balls - Bud Dickerson and Skunk Loomis - and took them to the lockup on warrants your division issued."

Tim nodded. "I know, they're the ones behind that series of burglaries, right?" he said.

Luke nodded. "Yeah, that's them," he replied. "Anyhow, you know we have those new TV systems in the cruisers, the ones that tape what's going on in the car. Policy is that we have the camera on when we've got prisoners in the back, to protect us in case they claim we abused them. Bud's a real chatterbox, and while Jonas and I were out of the car talking with the detectives, he was bragging to his pal about something I think you better hear."

"Give me the tape," Tim said. He took the tape from Luke, stood up, and put it in the combined TV/VCR in his office and turned the machine on. The TV screen lit up and the image of two unsavory-looking men in handcuffs in the back seat of a police car filled the screen.

"Don't worry about gettin' busted, Skunk," Bud Dickerson told the man sitting next to him in the car. "We'll be out on personal recognizance soon as we go to court."

"Yeah, Bud, but you told me we wasn't gonna get busted, "his friend protested. "Jesus, Bud, you know I hate bein' locked up! If I'd a had any brains I'd a stayed home. I shoulda known better than to let you talk me into bustin' inta them places. My old man's gonna kill me for gettin' busted again."

"I told ya', don't worry," Bud said. "Look, tell you what. Soon as we get out tomorrow, how about I get you a little poontang."

"Who?" Skunk replied. "I seen the chicks you go out with, Bud, I ain't sure I'd touch one 'a them."

Bud grinned at his partner, exposing a mouth filled with rotting teeth. "Nah, this here's prime ass," Bud said. "It's the chick who lives down the road from me."

"Down the road from you?" Skunk said, sounding surprised. "That married red-head with the dynamite body, is that who you're talkin' about? The one who lives in that new house?"

Grinning, Bud nodded. "That's the one," he said.

"Man, Bud, I seen her, she's choice!" Skunk exclaimed, looking at his friend with a little bit of awe. "How in the hell did you get in her pants?"

"You ain't gonna believe this," Bud said, puffing himself up a little, "the fuckin' cops helped me."

"The cops?" Skunk asked. "Come on! How did the cops help you?"

"Well..." Bud said, "I been watchin' her house, you know, 'cause sometimes she comes out in a fuckin' bikini to get some sun, you know? And I broke in once, too. The cops got no idea who did that, but I noticed the fuckin' state patrol seemed to be comin' back a lot. Same fuckin' pig, you know? That one think's he's hot shit, Billingham. Anyhow, one day when he was there, I went over. Guess what he and the chick are doin'?"

"You mean the chick is fuckin' the cop?" Skunk asked.

"Like a fuckin' bunny," Bud replied. "So, a little later, I paid her a visit."

"And she let you screw her, just like that?" Skunk asked, his voice a little higher in pitch than it had been.

Bud shook his head. "Nah, it weren't quite that easy," he said. "I hadda point out to her that unless she came across for me, her old man might find out what she was doin' with the cop. After I told her that, she came across."

"No shit!" Skunk exclaimed. "She any good?"

"Best I ever had," Bud said, smirking. "I figger once we're out of court tomorrow, you and me, we can go over and pay her a visit."

"Yeah!" Skunk said. "Oh, yeah!"

Tim shut the TV/VCR off and shook his head. "Jesus!" he exclaimed.

"That comes pretty close to an admission of rape, doesn't it?" Luke asked.

"It does," Tim said, "I think we have an admission on the burglaries, too. But I don't think the prosecuting attorney will go with the rape charge unless we have a complaint from a victim. And I'm not sure that tape will be admissible, either."

"It might be," Luke said. "We tell prisoners they're being taped when we put them in the car, and there are signs in the back, too."

"Tell you what," Tim said, "I'll show this to the boss and see what he wants to do. Maybe, if we go and talk to this woman and tell her what Bud's planning, she'll cooperate." He smiled at Luke. "This is good work, Luke. If we actually do take these guys down, I'll make sure you're in on the bust, OK?"

"Great!" Luke said. He left Tim's office, signed out and headed home. He was excited about the possibility of being able to put Bud Dickerson out of commission for a while, but he was upset, too. Learning that Rod Billingham was cheating on Lise disturbed him. He had been having lunch with Lise fairly regularly and had developed a bit of a crush on her. He didn't want her to get hurt, but knowing what he knew now, he wasn't sure how he'd be able to prevent it.

Luke arrived home a bit later than usual and found the house dark. He decided Lorrie must have gone to bed already. He hadn't been in his apartment in two days, ever since he and his landlady had begun sleeping together. At first he considered joining Lorrie in bed, but he couldn't stop thinking about Lise Billingham, and what he'd learned about what her husband was doing.

Instead of going directly to bed, he went down the hall to the bathroom to take a shower. As he stood in the shower, he thought about Lise. He liked her a lot. But was what he felt for her more than that? And what about the things he'd been doing with Lorrie?

As he stood under the stinging spray, thinking about Lise, he felt warm hand slide around his hip and grip his cock, and a warm body pressed against his.

"Wha?" Luke muttered and stiffened. He turned and saw Lorrie's flushed face. "Oh, God, Lorrie! K...keep doing that, don't stop!" he stammered, as her hand massaged his cock to full erection.

"I was hurt when you didn't come right to bed," Lorraine murmured, letting her free hand roaming Luke's soap-slick body while the other one pumped his now-hard cock. "Then I heard you going down the hall and the shower started. I thought you wouldn't mind if I joined you. You don't mind, do you?"

"No, of course not!!" Luke groaned. His legs were getting rubbery as her hand moved up and down on his swollen lance.

He looked at his landlady. Her lush body glistened with droplets of water and her nipples were already hard. While she stroked his cock, she rubbed them against his arm. The contact with her was making him feel incredibly good.

"I'm glad you're not angry," Lorraine purred. "I love taking a shower with you!" Contact with Luke's body, especially that wonderful cock of his, was getting her very turned on!

Luke was holding a soapy washcloth in his hand and began using it to caress his landlady's wonderfully-formed body. It didn't take long before she was gasping as loud as he was and trembling wildly.

"Oh, Godddd, Luke!!!" Lorraine moaned and squeezed his cock. "I've never been washed like th...thaaaat! God! It feels so wonderful!" Luke's hand, moving in insistent circles between her legs, had her about to explode!

Luke was pleased by this unexpected development, even though Lorrie had disturbed his thoughts of Lise. As she pressed against him, he felt her trembling and knew she was close to coming.

"Le...let's get out of the shower, dry off, and go to bed," Lorraine gasped, quivering. "You can't imagine how bad I want you!"

"I want you, too, Lorrie," Luke said. "Why don't we do it here, in the shower?"

"Can...can we do that?" Lorraine asked. She was having a lot of difficulty thinking. Luke had her so turned on! She wanted his cock! She needed it inside her!

"Turn around, bend over, and grab the faucets," Luke said.

Lorraine did what Luke suggested. As she clutched the faucets for support. She felt Luke moving behind her.

Luke, standing behind her, grabbed his cock, and slid the tip up and down through the soap-slick lips of her vagina.

A wild rush of delight swept through Lorraine. "In meeee!!! Pleeeeeze!!! Luke!!! I need you!!!" she moaned. She pushed her lovely ass back at him. She couldn't believe this was happening! They were going to make love in a way she hadn't thought of! And it was wonderful! Now, if Luke would just put that big cock of his in her, where she needed it...

Luke heard Lorraine's entreaty, but didn't take her...not yet. Instead, he probed her vagina with his fingers while her body continued to buck and quiver. He poked one finger at the tight little opening above her vagina.

"Ohhhhhh!!! Goddddd!!! Oh, Luke!!! That feels so good!!!" Lorraine groaned. She pressed back at him and felt his soap-slippery finger begin to slide slowly into the snug opening that had never before been entered. She felt such delight she was barely able to comprehend what she was letting him do! She never dreamed having him play with her ass could feel this wonderful!

Luke couldn't believe he was actually finger-fucking Lorrie's ass! His cock got still harder. This was too much!

"Luke!!! Oh, Goddddd, Luke!!! Do you have any idea how good that feels? It feels so good!!! So gooooooddddd!!!!" Lorraine wailed as her body twisted and turned. The lovely woman was ecstatic.

As his finger slid into Lorrie's bottom, Luke's level of passion soared to the point where he could no longer hold back. With his finger still in her anus, he guided his cock to her pussy, then drove it into her until his thighs slapped against hers. Then he started driving against her, his cock plunging wildly, his finger matching the pace in her ass.

"Luke!!!! Gggggggaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Nowwwwwwwwwww!!! Nowwwwwwwww!!! Ohhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Lorraine screamed and went wild. His dual invasion was giving her sensations more intensely pleasurable than she dreamed were possible. All rational thought was swept from her mind by the overwhelming ecstasy caused by Luke's hard cock and probing finger.

"Uhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Yeahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Luke groaned as he sprayed Lorrie's insides with powerful spurts of sticky cream. It was one of the most intense sexual experiences he ever had!

As their passion waned, the lovers sank to their knees on the floor of the shower, while warm water continued pelting them. They clung to each other until their strength returned.

"God, Luke, that was incredible!" Lorraine breathed when the young man's cock softened, then slipped from her. When it did, he also took his finger from her bottom. "What on earth made you do that?" She pushed herself erect.

"I...I don't know," Luke said, "You...you aren't mad at me because I did, are you?"

Lorraine turned and kissed him passionately. "How could I be mad at you? God, do you have any idea how wonderful that felt? I...I've never felt anything like that!"

Luke felt his face reddening. He still had a hard time handling compliments about his love-making ability, although he did love hearing them. "Ah...I...I'm glad you liked it," he said.

"I loved it!" Lorraine exclaimed and kissed him again.

After they were again able to stand, they rinsed off, got out of the shower, and dried each other off.

"Were you planning on doing anything tonight?" Lorraine asked, smiling at Luke.

"Yeah, I was," Luke smiled and started toward her. He pulled her into his arms and covered her lips with his. "How does that strike you?" he asked Lorrie when the kiss ended.

Lorraine pressed against him, kissed him again, and her tongue forced its way into his mouth. Heat rushed through her as his naked body once more pressed against hers. Excitement blossomed in her as their tongues lashed.

"It strikes me just fine," she said when the second kiss ended.

"Come on," Luke said. He took her hand and led her out of the bathroom and down the hall to the bedroom.

Lorraine went with him, her legs rubbery. They got to the bedroom and Luke led her to the bed. 

Luke sat down on the bed, then he pulled Lorraine onto his lap. Her firm, full bottom pressed against his swollen cock and she murmured with delight when he pulled her into another torrid kiss.

Lorraine felt Luke's cock pressing against her bottom. She still believed what they were doing was wrong, but was unable to stop. She groaned, pressed more tightly against him, and speared her tongue as far down his throat as she could get it.

Luke's hands began roaming over Lorrie's hot, velvety skin, bringing gasps of delight from her. She caressed his face and slid her hands through his hair while her lips and tongue roamed his face.

Luke slid his hand onto the warm, smooth skin covering a breast. Lorraine groaned with delight and squirmed on his lap. That made his already-hard cock even harder. He bent and began kissing her nipples.

"Ohhhhhh!!! Godddddd!!!!" the gorgeous woman groaned as the young man sucked first one nipple, then the other. His hands massaged and squeezed her firm mounds, adding immeasurably to the passion she was experiencing.

Soon they were sprawled naked on the bed. Luke's hands were roaming over Lorrie's body, while hers roamed over his. She never wanted these delightful feelings to stop!

"You like it when I do this, don't you, Lorrie?" Luke asked as he shoved two fingers into Lorrie's well-lubricated pussy and began rubbing her clit with his thumb.

"Yessssss!!! Yesssss!!! Oh, Luke!!! Yesssss!!!!" Lorraine cried, her body writhing. "Please! I...I need you!!! Take meeeee!!!"

Luke managed to get behind her and slid his cock into her warm, snug opening as they lay on their sides. He'd never tried this position before, but he loved it because he could suck her breasts while he fucked her.

"God!!! You make me feel so wonderful!!!" Lorraine crooned as the young man's cock began sliding steadily in and out of her. His lips were on her breast at the same time, making her crazy! "You...you...Oh, God, Luke!!!" she groaned, barely able to speak because she was rapidly being overwhelmed by desire.

Luke was enjoying what he was doing to Lorrie, especially the effect he was having on her. She shook every time he slammed into her and all she seemed to be able to do was moan and gurgle with delight.

"I can't waitttttt!!!! Ohhhhh!!! Ohhhhh!!! Luke!!! I can't waitttt!!!" Lorraine cried. She stiffened, then began to tremble wildly. "Gaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!! I...I...I'm commmminnnnngggg!!! Eeeeeeaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!! Eeeeahhhh!!! Yesssssssssssssssssssssssssss!!!!!"

Even though the lovely woman impaled on his cock was going wild, Luke didn't come. Steadily, inexorably, he continued to slide his cock in and out of his landlady's cum-slick pussy.

Lorraine was aware that Luke hadn't come, and the realization scared her. "Luke, you...you didn't come!" she exclaimed after her peak passed and she'd calmed a little. "What...?"

"Don't worry, Lorrie," Luke said. He pulled out of her, rolled her onto her back, then slid atop her and jabbed his cock back into her.

Lorraine experienced another rush of delight as her body rose to meet his onslaught. "Yesss!!! Oh, God, yesss!!! Oh, Luke!!!! Don't stop!!! Don't ever stoppppp!!!" she cried, her hands clasping his ass, pulling him against her. She hoped he'd never stop! Never!

Once he was able to look down into Lorrie's passion-inflamed face, Luke rapidly plunged toward his own release. She was so beautiful, so needy, and her body was moving against his so wildly!

"Lorrie, I'm gonna come!!!" he cried, feeling his insides begin to unleash, knowing his explosion was near. "Oh, God!!! Lorrie!!! I'm gonna commmmmmmmeeeeee!!!! Yyyyyeeeeeeahhhhhhhh!!!!!" His insides uncoiled and he spewed gusher after gusher of hot, sticky cream into the woman's clasping vagina.

"Yesssssss!!! Oh, yesssssss, Luke!!! Take meeeeeeee!!! Take meeeeee!!!" Lorraine cried, pulling at him, her body again trembling with ecstasy. "Eeeeeeeyaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!! More!!! More!!! Oh, Goddddddddd, Luke!!! Oh, Goddddddddd!!!!!!" Her body arched against his while her tight sleeve milked every bit of pleasure possible out of his cock.

"Wow!" Luke said breathlessly after their passion ebbed. He and Lorrie were wrapped in each other's arms on the tangled bedcovers. "That was really intense!"

 Lorraine kissed him. "You are so fantastic!" she exclaimed. "I had no idea I could feel this good!"

"I'm glad," Luke said, "I want to be good for you."

"Oh, God! Are you ever!" Lorraine kissed him again. "Would you like some dinner?" she asked.

"Yeah, that would be nice," Luke said. He grinned. "Afterward, I think we better get to bed, though."

Lorraine giggled. "Yes, I think that's a wonderful idea," she said.



Badge of Dishonor Ch. 17



Passion In James County X

Badge of Dishonor

By D.C. Roi

Chapter seventeen

Rod Billingham sat in his cruiser, running radar. Traffic was light, so he had plenty of time to fume about what had happened in his home the night before. "Who does that bitch think she is?" he mused as he recalled what his wife, Lise, had said and how she had acted. "Does she really think she's going to get rid of me that easy? No fucking way! She's my wife, and she's damn well going to stay my wife! And I'm damn well not going to see any fucking shrink, either!"

The warning tone on his radar unit sounded. He glanced at the radar unit and saw the speed readout. The car that had just passed him was going seventy-five. He put his cruiser in gear, pulled out onto the highway, and accelerated after the car he'd clocked. When he caught up with the offending vehicle, Rod flipped the switch which activated the blue light bar on the roof of his car. Immediately, the car in front of him slowed, the right turn signal came on, and it came to a halt on the side of the road.

Rod pulled in behind the car, placing his cruiser according to procedure. He picked up his radio mike. "321 to Jamestown," he said. "I'll be 10-75 with a late model Toyota, color blue, single occupant, plate number Victor-victor-adam, four-five-seven, Freeway nine, near mile marker fifty."

"Copy, 321," the dispatcher responded, and repeated the information Rod had given her to confirm that it was received and understood.

Rod climbed out of his cruiser, put on his hat, and walked up to the car he'd stopped.

"What's the problem, officer?" the driver asked.

Rod looked down at the driver. She was an attractive woman wearing steel-rimmed round glasses who, he estimated, was probably a few years older than he was. Her brown hair had traces of gray in it and there were small wrinkles around her eyes. She was wearing a denim dress that had buttons down the front, and her hair, straight and fluffy, fell around her shoulders.

"I clocked you at seventy-five," Rod snapped. "Speed limit here is sixty-five. I need your license, registration, and insurance card."

"Of course, officer," the woman said, frowning a bit. She got the papers he'd asked for out of her purse and glove compartment and handed them to him. "I suppose there's now way I can convince you to let me off with a warning," she said. "I'm really sorry I was speeding. I...I don't usually drive fast, it's just that I was late for an appointment and..."

"You should have left earlier," Rod said. "If you had, you wouldn't be risking people's lives by speeding. Wait here, I'll be right back." He took her papers, returned to his cruiser, and called the information in to dispatch while he filled out the ticket form.

The dispatcher confirmed what the license and registration told Rod about the driver, and apprised him that she had no prior convictions for traffic offenses. The woman's address indicated that she lived in a town on the other side of the state, and Rod wondered what she was doing in Jamestown. He finished filling out his forms, then got out of his cruiser and walked up to the car where the woman sat waiting.

"Please sign this, ma'am," he said, handing her the clipboard which held the ticket. "Signing it isn't an admission of guilt, it's just a confirmation of the fact that I issued this citation to you."

"Will I have to appear in court?" the woman asked. "I'm in town on business, and I'll be leaving in a couple of days. I'm staying at the Jamestown Motor Inn. It's very nice."

Rod wasn't surprised by the woman's babbling. Lots of people he stopped were so nervous that they couldn't shut up.

"You don't have to appear in court unless you plan to plead not guilty, ma'am," he told her. "If don't intend to contest the ticket, there are instructions on the back of the citation on how you can handle this through the mail."

The woman signed the citation and handed the clipboard back to Rod. He tore off her copy and handed it, her license, registration, and insurance card back to her. "There you go, ma'am," he said. "Try to keep your speed down." He turned and walked back to his car, got in, and sat there watching the woman drive off.

Rod went back to running radar, and wrote several more tickets before the end of his shift. The closer end of shift came, and the more he thought about the fact that he wasn't going to be able to go home, the angrier he got. He drove back to the office and went in to finish up what paperwork he had to file for the day.

When his paperwork was finished, he tried to figure out what he was going to do that night. He couldn't go over to Wanda's house, it was her husband's day off. He picked up the phone and dialed Nancy Burke's number.

Nancy answered after three rings. "Hello?" she said.

"Hi, baby, it's Rod," he said. "You busy tonight?"

"Ah...I...I'm sorry," she said, "but...but I am...I'm sorry, but..."

"Hey, no problem, baby," Rod said. "I'll catch you some other time." He slammed the phone down. He picked up his tickets and got up to take them to the box where they were placed so the shift commander could review them before sending them on to the traffic court. The ticket he'd given the attractive woman for speeding was on the top of the pile. He put all of the tickets but that one in the box. That one he folded up and put in his pocket, smiling.

The woman had acted as if she didn't want a ticket. Actually, she'd asked him if there was anything she could do to convince him to just issue her a warning. He wondered just how far she'd be willing to go to avoid having the conviction for speeding on her driving record.

A grin formed on Rod's handsome face. "Maybe I'll stop by the Jamestown Motor Inn and see how much she wants to get out of the ticket," he mused as he walked toward the door.

Eileen Frenett was lying in bed in her motel room, her work for the day finished. She still was a bit miffed that she'd gotten a speeding ticket, the first ticket she'd ever gotten in her life, and she was also angry that the trooper who'd given it to her had acted so brusque.

She was startled when there was a knock on the door of her room, and even more surprised when she opened it and saw the trooper who'd given her the ticket standing there, dressed in civilian clothes. The officer walked past her, into her room, and closed the door behind him.

Eileen backed up, not sure why he was there. "Officer...why...why are...are you here?" she asked.

"When I gave you that ticket, you asked if there was any way to convince me to give you a warning instead of a ticket," Rod said.

"Ah...yes...yes I did," Eileen replied. She felt a little frightened. This wasn't how the police worked, at least she didn't think so. What did he want?

"Well, do you want out of the ticket or not?" Rod asked.

"What...what, exactly, do I have to do to get out of it?" Eileen asked.

Rod looked at her and a cold smile formed on his lips. The top several buttons at the neck of the woman's dress were open, exposing a considerable amount of lovely flesh. He felt heat rising in him as he looked at her. Damn, but she was hot-looking!

"What do you think you have to do?" Rod said, his look avid.

Eileen realized what the officer was getting at and was both shocked and angered by his comment. She tossed her head. "You're way out of line, mister!" she snapped. "I think you better leave."

"Hey, come on!" Rod said. He grabbed her arm. "Is that any way to talk to somebody who's trying to do you a favor?"

"You're not doing me any favors!" Eileen yelled, trying to pull her arm out of the officer's grip. "You...you're trying to...to... Let go of me and get out of my room, right now!"

Rod was sure the woman was acting like this because she didn't want to seem easy to him. She was acting just like Nancy Burke had the first time he'd slept with her. He tried to pull Eileen into his arms, but as she struggled with him, she managed to get her arm out of his grip. She started to back away from him.

"Don't...don't do this," she said. "Get out of...of my...my room and let me alone!"

Rod was surprised that the woman kept acting as if she didn't want to do what he believed she'd offered to do when he stopped her. Her continued resistance made him more and more angry. He didn't mind it when a chick played hard to get, in fact he liked it. But this one was pushing it. Who the hell did she think she was?

He stood there for a second, staring at the woman, not sure what to do. When he came to the motel, he was sure this chick would be only too happy to exchange a piece of ass for having her ticket torn up. Now she was acting like she really didn't want that.

Rod, horny and angry, wasn't thinking too straight. If he had been, he would have realized he was getting himself in more and more trouble the longer he was there, but he was so angry he wasn't considering the consequences of what he was doing. He'd done this before and had always gotten away with it, why should this time be any different? Besides, he was a cop? Who'd believe her?

"Jesus Christ!" he said. "Come on, don't give me this 'I don't wanna,' shit! You want out of the ticket, I know you do. Don't try and tell me you don't. And you know goddamn well what that's going to take, don't you?"

"Get out of here!" Eileen yelled. "Get out of my room right now!" She was as frightened as she'd ever been in her life, but she was almost as angry as she was frightened. She was not going to let this officer bully her.

"Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?" Rod demanded. Something snapped inside him. "Look, bitch," he snarled, his face clouded with anger, "You better make up your mind that you're gonna give me what you were offering out there on the highway earlier!" He started toward her.

Eileen saw the change in the policeman's face and realized he was no longer rational. Terrified, she tried to get by him. If she could reach the door and get out in the hall, she might be safe. But, when she passed the trooper, he grabbed her, pulled her into his arms, and tried to kiss her.

"No!! Please!!! No!" Eileen protested. She continued struggling to get out of the man's grip. She turned her face aside so his lips wouldn't contact hers. What was wrong with him? Did he really think he could get away with this?

Rod, now totally out of control, dragged Eileen to the bed, threw her down on it, then laid atop her, fumbling at her dress, pulling it up, thrusting his hand between her legs.

"Please! No!" Eileen cried. "Oh, God! Please! Please don't do this!" She was horrified. He was going to rape her! She couldn't believe it! She was going to be raped by a crazy cop! "Please don't!" she groaned as he tried to work his hand between her tightly clenched legs. "If you don't stop right now, I'll scream!"

"Go ahead and scream, you bitch!" Rod growled. "Who the fuck do you think's gonna hear you? These places are all sound-proofed."

Eileen didn't know what to do. The crazed cop was had complete control over her. His hand was between her thighs and she could feel his erection pressing against her legs. She didn't want this to happen and had no idea how she was going to stop him. She couldn't understand why he was doing this to her.

Rod, totally enraged and out of control with lust, kept trying to get his hand further between the woman's legs and reach her cunt. The fact that she was writhing and straining under him and kept protesting only served to inflame his rampaging passion more. All he knew right then was that he wanted her, and was going to have her, whether she wanted him or not!

"Helllppppppp!!!!!" Eileen screamed. "Somebody, anybody, please help meeeeeee!!!!"

For a fraction of a second, the reality of what he was doing flashed through Rod's mind and he paused. But then lust and rage banished the second thoughts and he continued his assault on the woman. "Shut up!" he yelled. He back-handed the woman across the face with his free hand.

Eileen fell back on the bed stunned both by the blow and by the fact that a police officer was trying to rape her. She felt pain, and then wetness on her face and knew he'd drawn blood when he hit her. For the first time since the officer had come into the room, the reality that she really was going to be raped sank in and Eileen was more terrified than she'd ever been in her life. She wanted to scream again, but was afraid he'd hit her again, or worse. She didn't know what to do. Then his weight left her.

Rod got off the woman and, standing next to the bed, dropped his uniform trousers and shorts. Then he got back on the bed.

"Come on, bitch!" he said, reaching for Eileen.

"No!! Please!!! Please don't do this!" she moaned.

"Shut the fuck up!" Rod growled. He slapped her again.

Eileen shrank back, her cheek stinging from the officer's second blow. This couldn't be happening! She knew for certain now that being raped by this man was inevitable, and that he'd stop at nothing to accomplish that end. She also noticed that she seemed to be watching the whole thing from a distance, as if her mind had somehow left her body.

"Come on, bitch!" Rod grumbled. He knelt on the bed, then shuffled between the woman's legs. "You're gonna get this anyhow, so you might as well lay back and enjoy it!" He shuffled closer to the cowed woman laying in front of him.

"Noooo!!! Please!!! Don't!!!!" Eileen moaned and tried to slide away from him.

"Hey, goddammit!" Rod grabbed her and pulled her to him. He grabbed her dress and tore it open, exposing her body to his avid gaze. "Yeah, I thought you had a great body, and I was right. You're gonna love what I got for you!"

Then he fell on top of her and fumbled his cock into her pussy.

Eileen felt the cop's cock enter her. It caused her considerable pain as it slid into her unlubricated opening. Then it was moving inside her and his hips were pounding down against hers. He kept stabbing into her, grunting, his hips moving feverishly. Then he stiffened and, "Uhhhhhhhhh!!!" he groaned. She felt his fluids squirting into her, then he went limp on top of her.

Finally, the cop rolled off, stood up, wiped himself off on the bedclothes, pulled his pants back on and zipped himself up.

"There, that was great, wasn't it?" Rod said. He took the ticket out of his pocket, tore it up, and threw the pieces on Eileen. "You better forget this ever happened," he said, his voice menacing. "Remember, I got a gun and I know where you live."

Eileen, huddled on the bed, watched the officer leave the room. After he was gone, she tried getting out of bed. She could barely stand, but somehow she managed to get herself under control a little. When she felt she could walk, she went into the bathroom and took a shower, scrubbing herself almost raw trying to erase the feel of the policeman from her body. Finally, her skin tingling, she got out rinsed her mouth out a dozen times, then she brushed her teeth.

After that, she went back into the bedroom, sat down in a chair, and began to sob.

"Damn, she sure was a feisty one!" Rod thought as he drove away from the motel. A feral smile formed on his face. "It really does make it a helluva lot better when they fight a little. I wonder how long that chick's gonna be in town. I'll have to pay her another visit."




Badge of Dishonor Ch. 18



Passion In James County X

Badge of Dishonor

By D.C. Roi

Chapter eighteen

Nancy Burke answered the knock on her door, her heart pounding. She was sure Bud Dickinson, her crude teen-age neighbor, had come back to demand more sex from her. She opened the door and was surprised to find two men in suits standing on her porch. The older man held up a leather case containing a gold star-shaped badge.

"I'm Alex Martin," the older of the two men said. "This is Lieutenant Tim Jackman. We're with the James County Sheriff's department. Are you Mrs. Nancy Burke?"

Alex had decided that, given the potentially sensitive nature of the investigation they were undertaking, it might be best if he and Tim handled it instead of assigning it to the duty detectives.

"Ah...yes...yes I am," Nancy said. "Can...can I help you with something?"

"May we come in, Mrs. Burke?" Alex asked.

"Yes...of course," Nancy said. She had no idea why the officers were there. She led them into the living room and they sat down.

"The reason we're here, Mrs. Burke," Alex said, "is that we have information that you may have been the victim of a crime, and that you may be victimized again."

"You...you do?" Nancy stammered. "How...?"

"Yes, ma'am," Alex said. "One of our patrol officers obtained evidence that indicates someone may be forcing you to do things you don't want to do."

"What...what...kind of things?" Nancy asked. She knew exactly what the officers were talking about, but had no idea how they'd found out what was going on.

"I think you know what I'm talking about, Mrs. Burke," Alex said, "and I understand why you're a bit hesitant about telling us about it. But we can help you, if you'll let us. When this first happened, you should have called us."

"I...I don't know how you found out..." Nancy said, her voice very soft. "But you're right. I...I guess I am being blackmailed...and...and I'm scared!"

"Tell us exactly how it happened," Alex said.

"I...I don't know if I can. I'm so ashamed," Nancy said staring at her feet.

"Mrs. Burke, you don't need to be embarrassed," Alex said, trying to sound reassuring. "I've been a cop for thirty years, and Lieutenant Jackman's heard it all, too, so there isn't much we haven't seen or heard. We're not here to judge you. Just relax, take your time, and tell us what happened. Why don't we sit down?"

After they all sat down in her living room, Nancy took a deep breath then, after a long pause, she let it out and began talking. The sheriff said very little, just an occasional question, seeking clarification, and his partner said nothing. Alex's style of interviewing made it easy for her to tell him what was going on. As she told the officers her story, she felt her spirits lift a little. Finally, she was done. She looked at Alex hopefully. "That...that's about it," she said.

Alex sat there quiet, lost in thought. This was a serious problem, but in reality, it would fairly easy to deal with and assure her safety. He could fix the blackmail all right, he was positive of that. All he had to do was bust Bud Dickinson and his friend.

On the other hand, he had no idea what to do about the fact that she was sleeping with Rod Billingham, his secretary's husband, if he ought to do anything. He didn't particularly like the fact that she was sleeping with the cop, but it really wasn't any of his business. As far as the business with the Dickinson kid went, Alex saw Nancy as a victim, and wanted badly to help her.

"I honestly don't think dealing with this Dickinson guy and his friend will be too big a problem," Alex told Nancy. "We could probably arrest them right now, but I have an idea of a way we can make an even better case against them, if you're willing to give us a little help."

"Really?" Nancy asked, brightening. "Can you really help me? What do I have to do?"

Alex explained his plan to Nancy, who agreed to go along with it. "There will be four officers here," he said. "Two of us in the house, and two outside. I can pretty much assure you that you'll be safe."

"I'll do anything if it helps put Bud in jail," Nancy said. "He's...he's an animal! You have no idea what he's...he's done to me!"

"He talked about coming here after he got out of court this morning," Alex said. "I have a feeling he might come directly here after court, so we better get ready." He knew more about the situation than he told Nancy. He'd contacted the court clerk and made arrangements to have Wilkinson and his friend arraigned early in the court session. And the backup car, with Luke Thomas and his partner in it, was already hidden down the street.

Nancy was scared, but if these officers could get that awful man to stop bothering her, she was willing to help them. If she didn't, she would be doomed to a life of degradation and shame at the hands of her crass neighbor.

"You go ahead and do whatever it is you do during the day, make things look as normal as possible," Alex said. "Tim and I will keep out of sight until your, ah, guests arrive." He smiled at Nancy. "And don't worry, Mrs. Burke, we aren't going to let you get hurt, no matter what."

"All...all right," Nancy replied.

A bit later, she was vacuuming the living room and didn't hear Bud and his friend walk into her house. When she turned and saw them, she jumped and almost screamed. She shut off the vacuum cleaner.

"You ready to party, bitch?" Bud said. "Me and Skunk, here, we hadda spend the night in jail. We was talkin' about you all night and we're both horny as hell!"

"I...I don't know what you're talking about, Bud," Nancy said, remembering what Alex told her to say. "What do...do you want here? What...what do you think I'm going to do with you?"

"Come on, bitch, don't give me that stupid act," Bud growled. "You know how it is. Unless you want your old man to find out you're screwin' that fuckin' cop, you better get down and party with Skunk and me. You're gonna love it. When Skunk and I are done with you, you're gonna be one happy chick."

"But...but..." Nancy stammered. She began backing slowly away from the two boys. Where were the cops? Why weren't they grabbing Bud and his friend?

"Grab her, Skunk," Bud ordered. "This dumb cunt thinks she's gonna get out of this, she's wrong." A feral smile formed on his lips. "Matter of fact," he said, "I think, seein' as how we're gonna give her such a good time, maybe she oughta pay us, don't you, Skunk?"

"Pay, what the hell are you talking about, Bud?" Skunk asked. He crossed the room and grabbed Nancy's arm.

Nancy felt tears welling up in her eyes and rolling down her cheeks.

Alex and Tim, secreted in the big hall closet, looked at each other and nodded. They unholstered their weapons, Alex opened the door, and they stepped out.

"Come on, bitch," But said, "get your ass upstairs so we can get this show on the road."

Alex and Tim stepped into the living room and pointed their guns at the two young men, who still hadn't seen them.

"Sheriff's Department!" Alex said. "I think you should boys better let the lady go and assume the position up against that wall over there," he said softly. "I don't think the lady wants to go anywhere with you."

Bud spun around, startled. Skunk, holding Nancy's arm, stared at the two officers. They hadn't seen or heard the cops come in.

"What the fuck do you pigs think you're doing?" Bud demanded.

"We're arresting you," Alex replied. "You'll be facing charges of rape, and maybe a few other crimes, too."

The young tough made a face. "What the fuck are you talking about?" He turned to his friend. "Come on, Skunk, let's get out of here!"

Skunk released Nancy's arm and looked around, wondering how he was going to get out, seeing as how the two cops were standing in front of the door.

Alex pointed his gun at Skunk. "You're not leaving, son," he said.

Skunk stopped, turned pale, and held his hands out in front of him, pleading. "Hey, man..." he said, his voice wavering.

Alex motioned with the gun. "Move over there, next to your friend. Both of you remain very still."

While Alex covered the two young toughs, Tim radioed for their backup.

Sweating and gulping hard, Skunk did as Alex told him.

Alex looked at Bud. "What's your name?"

"Bud," came the reply. "Bud Dickinson."

"Bud, I'd like it if you and your friend Skunk would be my guest down at the county lockup," Alex said.

"What...what are you going to do to us?" Skunk asked, his voice thin, still quavering with fear.

"I'm going to lock you up, then I'm going to call the prosecuting attorney and see if we can't arrange for you to have a new address for, say, the next fifteen or so years," Alex said, smiling.

Outside the house, there was the sound of an engine, then two uniformed officers burst into the room.

"Get these two miserable excuses for human beings out of here," Alex told Luke and Jonas. "Lieutenant Jackman and I will meet you back at the station after we take Mrs. Burke's statement, then we'll process them."

Luke and his partner handcuffed the two men and removed them from the house. Tim went outside to wait for Alex to finish taking the woman's statement.

Alex looked at Nancy and smiled. "That's that," he said, "They won't be bothering you for a long, long time."

"Are you sure?" Nancy asked.

"I'm sure," Alex said.

Nancy smiled at him. "I...I don't know how to thank you," she said. "I...I really don't."

"We're just doing our job," Alex said. "But I wish you'd called us when this first happened, Mrs. Burke. It would have saved you a lot of aggravation."

Nancy couldn't believe her ordeal was really over. She felt a tremendous rush of gratitude for Alex. "You...you've done so much for me," she said.

"Like I said," Alex told her, "I'm just doing my job." He frowned. "But there is something else I'd like to talk with you about," he said.

"What...what's that?" Nancy asked.

"Your relationship with Trooper Billingham," he said. "Is that relationship coerced, or are you in it of your own free will?"

"Rod...he...he didn't force me, if that's what you mean," Nancy replied.

"Do you plan to continue that relationship?" Alex asked.

"I...I don't know," Nancy replied. "I...I guess I shouldn't."

"Look," Alex said, "sometimes people get themselves in fixes they don't know how to get out of. But there are people who can help." He took a card out of his pocket and handed it to Nancy. "That's the phone number of a therapist I know. She might be able to help you sort things out."

Nancy looked at Alex and gave him a weak smile. "Th...thank you!" she stammered.

"You take care, now, Mrs. Burke," Alex said. Then he turned and left.




Badge of Dishonor Ch. 19



Passion In James County X

Badge of Dishonor

By D.C. Roi

Chapter nineteen

When Tim Jackman got home from work he found his wife, Heidi working in the kitchen and their house filled with wonderful smells. He hung up his coat and put his gun away, then he walked into the kitchen.

"How was your day, honey?" Tim asked.

Heidi shrugged. "The usual," she said, "How was yours?"

"Nothing too weird for a change," Tim said. "Alex and I put a couple of bad guys behind bars." He took a deep breath. "What smells so good?"

Heidi turned, smiled at him, and said, "What do you think it is? It's dinner, you goof."

Tim smiled, pulled his wife into his arms, and kissed her. "I hope it tastes as good as it smells," he said. He kissed her again. "I'm hungry. Locking up miscreants is hard work. How soon will supper be ready?"

"As soon as you set the table," Heidi replied. She liked preparing meals for her husband, because he always praised her cooking. She'd never much liked cooking, but since she and Tim had been married, she found herself liking that part of her domestic role more and more.

While they ate, Tim again fussed over Heidi's cooking, just like he always did, and they chatted about school and his work. When they were finished, they cleared the table, then stood there in the kitchen, looking at each other.

"Let's go to bed," Heidi said. "I want you to hold me. I need to have you hold me."

"How can I refuse a request like that from the most gorgeous woman in the world?" Tim said. He put his arm around his wife's waist and led her to the stairs.

Heidi leaned against him as they walked toward the bedroom. She loved the way it felt to have Tim's body against hers, the sense of safety it gave her. Even though they'd been married for quite a while, being with him still seemed somehow new and exciting to her.

They went into the bedroom. Heidi stopped, turned to her husband, put her hands on his face and pulled him down into a wild kiss.

When the kiss ended they stepped apart and began reaching for each other's clothing. Tim's hands were trembling as he unbuttoned his wife's dress and removed it from her luscious body.

"Heidi, you...you aren't wearing a bra!" he gasped.

Heidi giggled softly. "Do you mind?" she asked.

"Not at all," Tim said. His hands slid onto her breasts.

Heidi received such intense pleasure from her husband's touch that she was afraid she would faint from sheer joy. "Why does it feel so wonderful when you touch me?" she murmured. "Even after all these years?"

"It's probably because I love you," Tim said as he guided her to the bed and laid her down. "And because you love me." He laid down next to her, leaned over, and began planting kisses all over her chest. He took each of her tender nipples into his mouth in turn, and his tongue and lips drew each bud out to full, swollen, tingling harness.

"Oh, darling!" Heidi moaned, "God, I love it when you do that!"

While Tim's lips and tongue teased his wife's breasts, his hand slid over her belly and through her soft, curly pubic hair.

"Yesssss!!! Oh, yesssssss!!!" Heidi moaned. She lifted her hips, offering herself to her husband's gentle but knowing touch.

Tim's lips glided down the satiny smooth under slopes of his wife's neat breasts, building thrill upon incredible thrill as they ventured over the sensitive skin. At the same time, he felt her hips rolling and straining against his hand, seeking more of his touch.

"Ohhhhh!!! God!!" Heidi murmured, "You're always so gentle with me!"

Tim heard his wife's cries of joy as he explored her body. He tongued her navel and heard her gasp with delight.

"Oh, God, Tim!!! You're making me crazy!!" she cried. "Don't...don't ever stop!"

Tim had no intention of stopping. He was as turned on as he had ever been. Heidi was so ravishing, so responsive, that every time they made love, it thrilled him more.

"I need you, baby," he said, "You are exquisite!"

"I...I'm glad you think so," Heidi murmured. "Ohhhhh!!! Ohhhhhh!!!" Moans of delight emanated from her when his fingers began exploring her vagina. They parted the sensitive lips, then slid between them and Heidi experienced an explosion of bliss when his thumb began rubbing her clit.

"Ahhhhhhh!!! Tim!!! That's wonderful!!! Oh, baby!!! Babeeeeeee!!!!" she cried while her husband's hands and lips continued their gentle, insistent explorations, driving her ever-wilder with need for him.

"Please!!!! Please, Tim!!!" Heidi begged, unable to bear waiting much longer for what she really wanted. "I want you!!! Please, Tim!!! Please!!! Take me!! Please!!! Take me!!!"

Thrilled by his wife's urgent pleas, Tim quickly moved his body over hers. Heidi reached between them and guided his throbbing, erect shaft as he slid it into her.

"Yessssss!!! Yessssss!!!" Heidi groaned. Her hips rose off the bed as her hot, pulsing vagina engulfed her husband's swollen penis. As always, he was giving her the most wonderful feelings. "Oh, yessssss!!! That's what I need!!! Baby!!! Oh, baby!!!"

Slowly, embedded in his wife's magnificent body, Tim began to move. The clasping walls of her vagina caused painfully sweet sensations to radiate into him from where they were joined as he slid in and out of her. He couldn't stand moving slowly for long. Need began to overpower him and he began moving more and more rapidly.

"Yessssss!!! Yesssss!!! Baby, yessssss!!!" Heidi groaned, "Oh, God!!! Oh, God, Tim!!! I'm going to...I'm, I'm commmmminnnnngggggg!!! I'm commmmmminnnnnngggggg!!! Oh, Gawwwwwddddddddd!!! Oh, Gawwwwwwwwdddddd!!!!"

The spasms shaking Heidi drew Tim with her into a whirlpool of delight. "Uhhhhhhhhhh!!! Uhhhhhhhhhh!!! Babeeeeeeeeee!!!" he moaned when his orgasm washed over him and his pulsing organ emptied powerful spurts of hot fluids into his wife's body.

After they finished, Tim and Heidi lay naked in their bed, flushed with the afterglow of their wonderful joining. Even though he'd just had a very satisfying orgasm, Tim couldn't keep his hands off his wife. His fingers moved softly on her breasts, teasing a semi-hard nipple.

"Tim!" Heidi giggled, squirming as her husband's feather-like touch sent new tingles of delight racing through her. "Don't you ever stop?"

Tim rolled on his side, pulled his wife into his arms, and kissed her. "Nope," he said after the kiss ended. "Do you want me to?"

"No, I don't," Heidi said, and returned the kiss. She pressed her body against Tim's and felt his hands slide around her and begin gliding lightly up and down her back. New thrills penetrated deep into Heidi as a result of her husband's caresses and she trembled and gasped with joy as his caresses continued. It was so wonderful it almost made her cry.

Tim kissed down her neck, onto her chest.

Heidi's body strained upward, offering her luscious breasts to her husband. "Yessss, Tim!!! Oh, yessssss!!!!" she moaned when his lips moved up onto one swollen globe, teasing, tickling, then engulfing the tip. A flood of tingling, electric sensations washed over her.

Tim's lips moved from her breasts and began to travel across his wife's quivering body. He stroked her legs and his lips ventured farther and farther down over her splendid body.

Heidi luxuriated in the wild feelings her husband's lips and tongue were giving her, then she experienced a powerful explosion of ecstasy when his mouth covered her pulsing vagina and his tongue began lashing her clit and probing into her.

"Tim!!! Oh, God, Tim!!!" she cried. The sensations filling her were so intense she was afraid she wouldn't be able to keep from coming.

Tim, sensing how close his wife was, backed off, kissing and licking the less-sensitive skin surrounding her vagina, stroking her legs. For a long time he alternated between rousing her and calming her, all the while keeping her at a high level of excitement, near the brink of paradise.

Tim, too, was hovering at the edge of orgasm. Heidi was too lovely and what he was doing was too much of a turn-on. He raised his head from between her smooth, white legs and slid up over her lovely body. Then he lowered his hips and, as if drawn by an irresistible force, his erection slid into her.

"Yessss, Tim!!!! Oh, yesssss!!!!! I need you!!! Yessss!!! I need you!!!" Heidi cried, grabbing at her husband. "It feels so wonderful when you're in me!!"

They thrashed wildly, their pubic bones banging together, sensation building on sensation, radiating into their bodies, flowing back and forth. It was almost as if they'd been fused into a single pulsing, seeking, lustful being.

"Take me, Tim!!! Please!!! Please!!!" Heidi begged, realizing she was about to come. "Please!!! Come with me!!! Please!!! Please!!! Yesssss!!! Yesssss!!! Gawwwwwwwwddddddd!!! Gawwwwwwddddddd!!!! Gawddddddddddd!!! Oh, God!!! It's...it's happening!!!! Yessssssss!!!! Yesssssssss!!!! Yesssss!!! Oh, baby, yessssssssssss!!!!!"

"Heidi!!! I love you!!!" Tim cried. His body went rigid as he exploded with spasms so intense he could feel them from the tips of his toes to the roots of his hair.

His passion spent, Tim rolled to his side and pulled his wife into his arms. Heidi pressed against him and he marveled at how wonderful it felt to have her body snuggled against his.

"God, Tim, I can't get enough of you," Heidi gushed. "The more we make love, the more I want to."

"I know," Tim agreed, "it's that way for me, too." He kissed her long and hard. "I hope it always is," he added when the kiss ended.

"I love you, Tim," she said softly. "You'll never know how much!"

They lay like that, holding each other, for a long time, not talking, enjoying the comfort of each other's body, and, after a while, they fell asleep.

The sound of the ringing phone awakened them. Tim was usually the one who got middle of the night phone calls, so the phone was on his side of the bed. He reached for it and picked it up. "Tim Jackman," he said.

"Is...is...is Heidi...is she...is she there?" a sobbing female said. "I...I need to talk...to talk with...with...her."

"Honey," Tim said, shaking Heidi gently. "It's for you."

"Who is it?" Heidi asked, her voice heavy with sleep.

"It's a woman," Tim told her. "I think she's crying."

Heidi rolled over and took the phone from her husband. "This is Heidi Jackman," she said.

Tim turned on the light next to the bed and watched as his wife listened to what the caller was saying. He saw Heidi go pale and watched a look of shock form on her face and knew something was very, very wrong.

"Eileen, when did this happen?" she asked. She paused and listened some more. "Are you sure about that?" she asked. Another pause. "No...no...you have to report it. Look, Eileen, my husband's a cop..." She listened a bit longer. "No, I'm sure he'll believe you. Eileen, we'll be right over. What is your room number?" She took the pen Tim handed her and wrote the number down. "Eileen, just stay there, Tim and I will be right over," Heidi said.

"What's going on?" Tim asked his wife after she put the phone down.

"That was a woman named Eileen Frenett," she said. "She's a friend of mine. She's a member of the state nurses licensing board. She stopped by my office for a visit this afternoon. Tim, she says she was raped earlier tonight."

"Damn!" Tim said. "She know who did it?" He got out of bed and started putting on his clothes.

Heidi was out of bed and putting her clothes on, too. "Yes," she said. "She said it was a policeman."

"What?" Tim said. He stopped what he was doing and looked at his wife, his mouth agape.

Heidi nodded. "Eileen said she was raped by a state trooper who gave her a speeding ticket earlier today," she said.

"She know his name?" Tim asked.

Heidi shook her head. "She didn't tell me," she replied.




Badge of Dishonor Ch. 20



Passion In James County X: Badge of Dishonor

Chapter twenty

Lise was at her desk typing furiously on the computer keyboard, trying to get the report she was working on finished before she went home. She knew she was going to be late leaving the office, but Alex said he needed the report and she wanted to have it finished for him when he came in in the morning. Normally, she wouldn't have worked late, but her kids were staying with her folks, so she didn't have the pressure to get home she usually did. She had asked her folks to take the kids because she thought it was best they not be home until Rod decided what he wanted to do about their marriage.

"Hey, Lise," a male voice said, "It's quitting time. Aren't you going to go home?"

Lise looked up, saw Luke Thomas standing by her desk, and felt herself blush. "Oh, hi, Luke," she said. "I...I guess I was too involved in what I was doing. I need to get this done so the Sheriff can have it in the morning."

Luke smiled at her and shook his head. "You work too hard, Lise," he said.

"It doesn't seem that way," Lise replied. "I really like working here. Sheriff Martin is the nicest boss I've ever had." She shut off her computer. "I'm done, I guess I better get going"

She wasn't sure why she was in such a hurry to leave since she there was no reason to rush home now that she and Rod had separated. 

"Well, I better be going. I guess I'll see you tomorrow at lunch time," Luke said. Ever since he switched to working days, he had been eating lunch with Lise and, every day he found himself looking forward to seeing her and talking with her. The more time he spent with her, the stronger his feelings for her grew. The fact that he had begun a sexual relationship with Lorrie caused him considerable inner conflict. He didn't quite feel right about sleeping with one woman while he was enjoying the company of another, even if she was married and they weren't any more than friends and never would be.

"Yes, of course," Lise told him. She straightened up her desk, got her coat, left the office, and drove home. She wasn't exactly sure what she'd do alone all night, but she knew there was laundry to do and some cleaning that needed to be done. She could probably find something to occupy herself.

When she turned the corner onto the street where she lived and saw Rod's police cruiser parked in their driveway, her heart sank. In spite of what he said the night before about giving her some time alone to think, he was home. She wondered what his being at the house meant. He was there a lot earlier than he'd been in months. Did it mean he had decided to work on their marriage? Or was he going to try and bully her into keeping things the way they were. She hoped he wasn't angry that she was late! Filled with dread, she pulled into their driveway, got out of the car and walked into the house.

"Where the hell have you been?" Rod roared when Lise walked through the door. "Do you have any fucking idea how late it is? And where the hell are my kids?" He was standing in the kitchen, holding a can of beer in his hand.

When Lise saw the beer in her husband's hand, her spirits dropped even more. Rod didn't drink much, but when he did drink, he got ugly. Tonight could very well turn out worse than last night was. She shook her head sadly and didn't reply to his question immediately.

"Well," her husband demanded, "where the hell were you?"

"Look, Rod..." Lise said. She felt a spurt of anger. "I had some work I had to finish for Alex, so I got out of the office a little late. And traffic was worse than I thought it was going to be. I'm not that late. And...and the kids are staying with my parents."

"Yeah, sure, you had to work late. I heard that before!" Rod retorted. "And what's this Alex shit? What's goin' on? You and your new boss got something going already?"

"Rod!" Lise replied. She was shocked by the venom in her husband's voice and the accusations he was making. Her eyes filled with tears. "Rod, what's wrong with you? Why are you acting like this?" He'd always been possessive and a little jealous, but she'd never seen him like this. It was almost as if he'd gone mad.

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me?" Rod demanded. His voice got louder and shriller as he did. "You're at the fuckin' office, trying to get your goddamn boss to screw you and you got the fuckin' nerve to ask what's wrong with me, you bitch?"

Lise realized she was shaking with fear. Rod was acting angry, so violent, so out of control. She was positive she wouldn't be safe if she stayed there trying to argue with him. She knew she had to get away before something happened, so she turned and started for the door.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Rod bellowed. He lurched toward her. "You stay right where you are! We got some fuckin' talkin' to do!"

"I'm not going to stay here and take abuse from you, Rod!" Lise snapped. She managed to dash out the door before he could reach her. She slammed the door behind her and stood on the porch, gasping for breath and trembling. While she stood there, she heard something hit the door with a loud "Thud!" and realized Rod had thrown his beer can at her as she left.

"You fucking slut!" she heard him yell, "Do you really think you can get away from me? You better come back right now, bitch, or you're in deep shit!"

When she heard Rod fumbling with the door, Lise ran down the steps with tears streaming down her cheeks, got in her car, started it, and drove off. She had no idea where she was going and didn't care. That didn't matter right then. She had to get away from Rod so she'd be safe. She wasn't sure she could. What if he came after her with his police car?

She drove around Jamestown aimlessly for some time. While she drove, she thought about the way her husband had been behaving ever since she went to work for the Sheriff's Department. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She wasn't going to let this happen to her. No way! She knew other women tolerated abusive relationships. Too often they were physically abused and some of them even wound up dead. There was no way she was about to let that happen to her. Rod's irrational behavior tonight proved he had no intention of changing, and no intention of trying to save their marriage.

She finally decided Rod wasn't coming after her and, since she was hungry, she stopped at a little diner on the edge of town to get something to eat. Once she was seated in a booth, she wasn't sure she'd done the right thing. Most of the other people there were roughly-dressed men, who looked like they'd just come from a construction site. They all gazed at her with interest when she came in, which made her feel out of place and nervous.

A waitress appeared and stood in front of her expectantly. "Can I get you something?" the woman asked.

"Oh, I don't know, um, how about a hamburger and a cup of coffee?" Lise stammered. She glanced around and realized that several of the men who were sitting on the stools at the counter had turned and were continuing to stare at her. She folded her hands, laid them on the table in front of her, and gazed at them, but knew the men were still looking at her.

When the waitress brought her food, Lise sat there, picking at it. Why was she doing this? She should go to her parents' place for the night, but she wasn't sure what their reaction would be. Her father was really upset when she told her parents she and Rod were separated. He argued that she wasn't giving Rod a chance, that she was foolish to leave a man who worked as hard as he did. She had a feeling that if she told them how her husband had behaved tonight, they wouldn't believe her because they'd never seen their son drink even one beer. And besides, seeing her upset would upset her kids.

"Hey, beautiful, mind if I join you?" The rough male voice abruptly jolted Lise back to reality. She looked up into the face of a heavy-set, bearded man wearing work clothes who was standing next to her booth.

Without waiting for Lise to reply, the man slid into the booth next to her. "Ain't seen you in here before," he said, "What's your name?"

"Ah, it's...ah...Lise," she replied and was immediately sorry she had. She didn't like the looks of this guy, whose breath smelled strongly of alcohol. She'd run away from one drunk and didn't want to deal with another one. All she wanted was to be left alone. Maybe he'd go away if she ignored him.

"Come on, Lise-baby," the big man said. He reached across the table and took her hand. "Talk to me. You wanna have a beer with me?"

As the man spoke, his alcohol-sodden breath filled Lise's nose and nauseated her. "Please, I'm not interested," she said. She tried to tug her hand from the man's grasp.

"Hey," the man's voice got louder and his grip on her tightened so much it was painful, "You think you're too good for me, you snotty bitch?"

"No. No, that's not it," Lise said. She was scared and embarrassed. The last thing she needed was to have the guy make a scene there in the diner. "It's just that I've had a bad day and I really don't feel like going dancing."

"Look, baby," the man said. His voice now had a menacing tone. "You think I don't know why you're out alone? Don't give me that shit."

Lise looked around and realized most of the people in the diner were staring at them. She was beginning to think she had no choice but to acquiesce to the man''s demands.

"Excuse me," a new voice, soft, but commanding, and to Lise familiar, joined the conversation. "I don't think the lady wants your company."

Startled, Lise looked up and saw that Luke Thomas, in uniform, was standing next to the booth.

The drunk lurched to his feet, almost knocking the table over. "Look, pig," he said as he stood there, swaying a little. "You got no business stickin' your nose in where it don't belong. I ain't doin' nothin' wrong. I was just talkin' to this chick, so you just fuck the hell off." He reached out, as if he was going to push Luke away.

Lise had no idea how it happened, but the next thing she knew, the drunk was falling. He hit the floor with a crash. Before the he could move, Luke was atop him with his knee on the lush's throat.

"Not 'chick'," he said softly, "Lady. You were talking to a lady. Don't forget that."

The drunk seemed to be having a lot of difficulty breathing. His face was turning a little blue and he was making gasping sounds while he struggled for breath.

"If I let you up," Luke continued, "do you think you could crawl back under whatever rock you crawled out from under, and stay there?"

The drunk nodded as best he could considering the position he was in.

"Good," Luke said. "I could arrest you for assault on a police officer, but I'm really not in the mood to do a lot of paperwork tonight, so you got lucky. But, if you ever try to harass this lady again - and I do mean ever - I will be only too happy to lock you up. You understand?"

The drunk nodded again. Luke stood up, removing his knee from the man's neck. The drunk got to his knees, crawled a safe distance away, then struggled to his feet. With one last glare at Luke, he walked to the counter, sat down, and didn't look back.

"Well, Lise," Luke said, "I sure didn't expect to see you here."

"I...I'm sorry," Lise stammered. She was acutely embarrassed. "I...I just...I just stopped to get something to...to eat. I..." Tears filled her eyes and she knew she was going to lose it.

Luke, not sure what had upset her, slid into the booth next to her. "Hey, come on," he said. "Everything's OK now. I'm glad I decided to stop for coffee on my way home. You want to go somewhere else? If you want, you can talk about what's bothering you and I'll be happy to listen."

Afraid she'd burst into tears if she tried to talk, Lise nodded.

Luke took her hand. "Come on, let's get out of here," he said.

An hour later, Lise sat in the front seat of Luke's cruiser in the parking lot of a fast-food outlet, telling him what had happened that night. She hadn't intended to tell him about the troubles in her marriage, and the way Rod had been acting, but Luke was such a good listener, and seemed so concerned about her, that once she started talking, she couldn't stop.

"I never knew things were that bad," Luke commented when she finished, "it sure sounds like you and Rod have some serious problems. Is there anything I can do to help?"

Lise glanced at him, startled. "I...I don't know what you could do," she said.

"Well, if nothing else, I can lend a sympathetic ear from time to time," Luke said. "And I'll give you some advice, too. You need to get a restraining order, and report the way Rod acted tonight to his supervisor on the Patrol."

"But...if...if I did that...report Rod, I mean, do...do you really think they'd listen?" Lise asked. She had met some of Rod's bosses and knew they were a lot like her husband. She didn't think they'd take her complaints seriously, and when Rod found out she had reported him, it would make things worse for her.

"I sure as heck hope they'll take it seriously," Luke said. "They're supposed to be keeping an eye on stuff like that because of that complaint a wife filed against them last year, remember?"

"Uh, no," Lise said. "I...I don't. Rod never mentioned that."

"That doesn't surprise me," Luke said, "Meanwhile, what are we going to do to keep you safe tonight?"

"I...I don't know," Lise replied.

"You want me to take you over to your folks' house?" Luke asked.

"I...I can't go there," Lise said. "They...they, my dad, anyhow, doesn't think there's anything wrong with Rod. And my kids are there. They'll get upset if they see me like this."

"Well, I suppose we could get you a motel room," Luke said.

"I...I can't afford a...a motel," Lise said. "I...I don't have enough money with me."

Luke smiled. "I've been working a lot of overtime, so I've got a couple of bucks extra," he said. "As long as you don't want to stay in some really fancy place, I suppose I could swing one night."

"I...I don't know what to say, Luke," Lise said. She was overwhelmed with gratitude at his generous gesture.

"You don't have to say anything," Luke replied. "We're friends, and friends help each other out when they need it. Come on, let's see what we can find for you."

Luke drove to an inexpensive motel on the outskirts of town. While Lise sat nervously in his patrol car, he went inside and got her a room.

Lise got out of the cruiser when Luke came out of the motel office and he walked her to her room. He opened the door, then handed her the key and stood there.

"Luke, I...I don't know how I can thank you," Lise said. Impulsively, she kissed him on the lips, intending it to be a "Thank You" kiss. To her surprise, the kiss became much more than she intended it to and lasted far longer than she planned. When the kiss finally did end, she stepped back. She having a lot of difficulty breathing and her heart was pounding. She had never felt like this after being kissed. "I...I'm sorry, Luke," she said, "I...I don't know what came over me."

Luke, who was also experiencing a considerable amount of inner turmoil, forced himself to smile. "No need for an apology," he said. "That was wonderful."

An uncomfortable silence followed while they stood there, looking at each other, for a long time.

Finally, Luke cleared his throat. "I...I guess I better get going," he said. He turned and started toward his patrol car.

Lise found herself fearing being alone. "Luke..." she said softly.

He stopped and turned. "What?" he asked.

Lise shrugged. "I...I...I'm afraid...of...of being alone," she said. "What...what if Rod finds me?"

"Would you like me to stay with you a little while?" Luke asked.

Lise nodded.

"If you're sure that's what you want," he said softly.

She smiled, nodded, and backed into the room. Luke followed her and closed the door behind them.

The motel room was not fancy, but it was clean. It contained a large bed, a table, a couple of uncomfortable-looking chairs, and a TV set.

Lise felt a bit funny about having Luke there after their incredible kiss. But, when she sat down on the bed she was no longer able to hold back her tears and began to sob.

Luke, looking concerned, walked over, sat next to her, and began rubbing her back.

Without thinking about what she was doing, Lise turned and put her head against Luke's chest. Having him rubbing her back felt nice. He held her and rubbed her back and, eventually, her sobs abated, then ended.

"Are you feeling better now?" Luke asked softly.

Lise nodded.

Luke, gazing into her eyes, felt overwhelming emotions sweeping over him. Even though he wasn't sure he should do it, he took her chin in his hand, then once more their lips came together in a kiss.

The strength of the feelings the second kiss evoked unnerved Lise. She was unaware how desperate for tenderness she was, and Luke was extremely gentle. The second kiss stirred embers of need which had been smoldering inside her into a free-burning conflagration of need. Shaken by the powerful feelings which were sweeping over her, she didn't know what to do, so she surrendered to the powerful forces.

Luke, thrilled by what was happening, held the kiss and continued rubbing Lise's back. Sensations of warmth swept through him as he did. When the kiss ended he acted almost as if he was in a trance. His trembling hand cupped one of Lise's breasts.

When Luke's hand wrapped around her breast, Lise at first opened her mouth to tell him to stop, but then his soft touch began to send incredibly sweet thrills coursing through her and all she could do was moan softly.

Luke pressed lips against Lise's again and his tongue probed into her mouth, seeking hers. When her tongue began lashing his, he began to unbutton her blouse.

"Ohhhh!!!" Lise moaned. She finally found the strength to end the kiss. She knew she shouldn't be allowing this to happen. She was still married. "Luke...Luke, we...we shouldn't, I shouldn't be..." Wonderful feelings continued to wash over her, feelings she didn't want to end. "Ohhhhh!!! Oh, God!!" she groaned, "That feels so wonderful...please...please don't...don't stop!!! I...I don't want you to stop!!!"

Luke, more aroused than he'd ever been in his life, spread her blouse open and tugged it out of the waistband of her skirt.

Lise again murmured softly when Luke's warm hands cupped both her breasts through her bra. She could feel her nipples extending against the bra, which suddenly felt as if it was a couple of sizes too small. Leaving a trail of tingling flesh, Luke's hands slid around to her back, undid the bra clasp, and her breasts sprang free. Gasping for breath, Luke slipped her blouse and bra off, then he sat there, staring at her. Lise felt herself blushing. Luke was the first man, other than Rod, to see her naked breasts. She felt more than a little ill at ease.

"God, Lise, your breasts are gorgeous!" Luke said reverently.

Lise felt her face get even hotter.

As he spoke, Luke reached out and began to twirling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

Lise shuddered and murmured softly. It felt as if there were a high-voltage electric line running between her breasts and her vagina, and Luke's touch was sending continuous powerful bolts of rapture along that line. "Yesssss!!!" she moaned, "Please, Luke!!! Oh, please!!! Play with them, touch them!" She'd never felt this way before! She couldn't believe how wonderful Luke was making her feel!

Luke lowered his head, then warmth and wetness engulfed first her right nipple, then the left one. He kept it up and soon had Lise so aroused she couldn't tell which nipple he was suckling. It was as if her body had turned into one giant, sensitive nipple, and Luke was a huge mouth, nursing on it.




Badge of Dishonor Ch. 20



"Luke!!! Oh, God!! Oh, God!! Oh, God!! Luke!!" Lise heard herself babbling, "Yesss!!! Yesss!!! Yessss!!! Kiss them!!! Kiss them!!! Please, Luke!!! Please!!!"

Lise couldn't believe it! This felt better than love-making with Rod ever had! She clutched Luke's head, pulling him against her breasts, wanting more of the sensational feelings he was giving her.

"That feels so good!! Oh, Luke!!! It feels so good!!!!!!" she moaned, "I...I think I...Ahhhhh!!! Ahhhhh!!! Luke!! Luke!!! My God!!! I'm...I'm commminnnggg!!! I'm commminnnggg!!!! Ohhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Lise couldn't believe it! Luke had made her come, just by sucking and playing with her breasts! She began to relax, but continued to cling to him as the orgasmic waves lessened in intensity.

"Oh, God, Luke, that was so wonderful!" she gushed when, finally, she was able to speak again. "That never, ever happen to me before!"

"I...I'm sorry, Lise," Luke murmured. "I...I shouldn't have taken advantage of you like...like that."

"Luke, you...you didn't take...advantage of me," Lise replied. "You...you made me feel more wonderful than I've ever felt in my life!"

"Just so you aren't upset with me," Luke said, holding her tightly.

"How...how could I be upset with you?" Lise asked. She looked at him and realized he was still wearing his uniform but she was naked from the waist up. Once more, she felt herself blushing.

Luke stood up and stripped off his clothes as Lise watched. Luke was shorter, stockier and not as heavily muscled as her husband. He somehow looked softer than Rod.

Luke laid down and Lise slid against him. Once more they embraced and their lips joined in a ardent kiss. The feel of Luke's warm skin against hers delighted Lise, who realized she wanted him to give her much more than what he'd already given her. Luke's hands began sliding lightly over her bare back, making her tingle and shiver with delight. She discovered she was still very turned on. "Oh, Luke!!! I've never known anyone as gentle as you, are!" she whispered. "Oh, God, Luke, you make me feel so wonderful!"

Luke's response was the continued tantalizing movement of his hands over her body. Lise groaned and pressed even tighter against him. She'd never been treated this wonderfully!

Luke pressed her onto her back, then his hands went to the waist of her skirt and unfastened it. He slid it down and Lise raised her hips to make removal easier for him. Once her skirt was off she was naked, except for her panty hose, and didn't care. Wanting Luke was the only thought in her mind. "Please, Luke!" she begged, reaching for him, "Please, Luke! Make love to me!"

"I'm about to," he replied softly.

Luke slipped down her panty hose and removed them, leaving her completely unclad, then he again began to kiss her breasts, licking the areolas, watching the skin tighten, the nipples fill out and grow rigid. His kisses rapidly made Lise crazy with need again.

While Luke's lips worked on Lise's breasts, his hand began softly exploring the rest of her body, leaving a trail of tingling skin wherever it ventured. It glided lightly over her belly, across her hips, and down her thighs.

Lise's back arched, raising her body off the bed, attempting to bring her flesh in closer contact with Luke's exploring hand. Then his lips began to follow the trails his hands had blazed across her body while she moaned and writhed. She'd never dreamed making love could feel so fabulous!

"Oh Luke!" she sighed, "You're making me crazy!! I've never, ever felt this wonderful!! Please!!! Please, Luke!!! Make love to me! Take me!"

When Luke's searching hand moved through her pubic hair and onto her vagina. Lise experienced as sudden pang of exquisite feeling and her hips thrust upward, as if her body was telling Luke how much she needed him.

Luke's fingers discovered her clit. When he touched it, Lise reacted as if she'd been touched with a live wire.

"Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!" she wailed, "Yes, Luke, touch me!!! Touch meeeee!!! Please!!! Please!!!"

Luke slid his finger up and down between her well-lubricated vaginal lips as her hips continued to rock frantically. Then, slowly, his finger entered her.

Lise continued to thrusting her hips up off the bed, trying desperately to achieve the release she so desperately needed.

"Please!!!" she begged, "Oh, Luke, please!!!!"

She felt his lips moving downward over her belly, toward her pubic hair and stiffened, then feelings so intense that nothing else mattered overpowered her when Luke's lips and tongue began caressing her vagina. He sucked on her clit and continued to slide his finger in and out of her.

"My God!!! My God!!! Ohhhhhhhh!!! Don't!!! Don't stop!!! Oh, God!!! Don't ever stop!!! she wailed as wave after overpowering wave of ecstasy broke over her.

"I'm commmiiinnnnggg!!! I'm commmiiinnnggg!!! Don't stop!!! Yesssss!!! Yesssss!!! Yesssss!!!" Lise cried. She hoped this would never, ever stop! Her hips beat a tattoo of passion on the bed as the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced erupted through her, sending unbelievable pleasure racing throughout her body.

Lise's constant writhing eventually settled into sporadic spasms, as Luke's continued kisses and caresses caused her to experience little after-shocks of pleasure. At last, even they stopped and she lay still.

Luke slid up next to her on the bed and lay there, propped up on his elbow, looking at her.

Lise turned her head and looked at him. "Oh, Luke, that was so wonderful!" she gasped. She was still barely able to talk.

"You are incredible!" he replied avidly. "I've never known anyone like you!"

Lise pulled him down to her and kissed him, tasting herself on his lips. Their tongues entwined, and Luke's hand once more began sliding over her body. She realized that even though she'd come twice, she was still turned on.

"Don't...don't you want to make love to me, Luke?" she asked when the kiss ended.

Luke grinned at her. "What do you call what I just did?" he asked.

Lise tugged him on top of her. "I want more!" she murmured. "I want you in me!"

"I want to be in you," Luke replied. "I...I've never wanted anything more in my life!"

Lise felt herself shuddering. Luke's hands were touching her everywhere and his tender caresses were driving her pell-mell toward the point of loss of control. He caressed her vagina, then his fingers probed into her and his thumb teased her clit, rousing her to the point where she was once more a babbling, quaking bundle of need. "Please, Luke!!! Oh, please!!! Please!!!" she begged, "Take me!!! Please!!! Take meeeee!!!!! Before I come again!!!!!"

Luke shifted lifted his hips and Lise felt his penis slap gently against her damp vagina. She reached between them, grabbed it, and pulled him to her. Luke lowered his hips and she guided him into her. She murmured with delight when she felt the head of Luke's swollen organ enter her. Then he began to lower his hips, forcing himself into her, spreading her, filling her. "Oh, Yessssss!!!" she moaned as he gave her what she so badly needed, "Soooo gooooodddd!!! My God, Luke!!! My Godddddddddddddddd!!!!!!"

Luke drove into her until their pubic bones were pressed against each other. Then he withdrew, until only the tip of his penis remained lodged in her.

Lise, afraid she would lose contact with him, arched her back, pushing her hips up, wanting him in her all the way. "Please, Luke!!!" she crooned, and she shuddered with delight as he again slid slowly back into her. He kept up the titillating movements, thrusting slowly, allowing her to feel the whole length of his erect penis as it moved in and out of her sexually impoverished body. She didn't know how long she would be able to stand this without going crazy!

Lise's pretty face was a mask of passion as she lay under Luke on the bed. Her head rolled from side to side and her hands clutched at his out-stretched arms. Suddenly, pleasure exploded in her like a detonating atomic bomb. It was as if her whole body had become one huge pleasure nerve. "Agggghhhh!!! Agggghhhh!!! Ahhhh!!!" Feral cries poured from her. "Oh, yessss!!! Oh, yesssss!!! Luke!!! Oh, Luke!!! I'm coming!!! I'm commmiiinnnggg!!! So goooooddd!!! Yessss!!! Yessss!!!"

"Unnnnhhh!!! Unnnnhhhh!!!" Luke groaned, his hips banging against her.

Lise felt Luke's cream, hot and sticky, spewing into her. "Yessss!!! Yesssss!!!!" she screamed as it splattered her insides, "Take meeeee!!! Oh, God, Luke, take meeeee!!!" 

Finally, after no more passion remained to be shared, Luke withdrew from Lise and rolled onto his back next to her.

Lise had never been so satisfied. She felt limp, weak, and wonderful! Her body still tingled from the sensations she and Luke had shared.

As she lay next to Luke she realized, with sudden clarity, she would never, ever go back to Rod. Her marriage was over. What would happen after tonight she didn't know, but her marriage was going to end. She rolled over, snuggled against Luke, and kissed him softly on the cheek.

"I've never experienced anything that wonderful!" she said.

"That's a crime, a real crime!" Luke said. He took her in his arms. "You are the most fantastic, sensual woman in the world!"

Lise felt herself blush. "I...I've got to get cleaned up," she stammered. She slipped out of Luke's arms, got out of bed, and walked to the bathroom. She took a shower, then dried herself off.

As she prepared to return to the bed, she realized she had to walk back to the bed and didn't have a robe. Feeling a bit embarrassed, she wrapped the towel around herself and walked out into the bedroom. She wasn't sure why she was so self-conscious about being naked in front of Luke, considering what they'd done with each other.

"My turn," Luke said when Lise slid into bed. He got up and disappeared into the bathroom.

Lise was surprised that being undressed in front of her didn't seem to bother Luke at all. When she heard the shower start, she slid under the covers.

After a while, the shower stopped, then Luke came out, still naked.

"Well," he said, bending to pick up his clothes, "I guess I better get going."

"Don't go, Luke," Lise heard herself saying. "Stay with me tonight."

Luke smiled, laid his clothes on the chair next to the bed, turned off the light, and slid under the covers next to her. Lise happily moved into the circle of his arms and, comforted by his warm, safe presence, fell asleep.

Luke didn't fall asleep right away. He'd wanted Lise for a long time, but now that he had made love with her, he faced new problems. He didn't just want his relationship with Lise to be an affair. He wanted it to be much more than that, he realized. But there were so many unanswered questions. Would Lise really divorce Rod? And if she did, would she want to be with him? What was he going to tell Lorrie? How would she react when she found out about Lise? And what would Lise say if she found out about Lorrie? As he struggled with the quandary he faced, eventually he, too, fell asleep. 



Badge of Dishonor Ch. 21



Passion In James County X: Badge of Dishonor

Chapter twenty-one

Fifteen minutes after they got the phone call from Eileen Frenett, Tim and Heidi were in her motel room and she was telling them what happened.

"It's too bad you took a bath," Tim said after the sobbing woman finished talking. "I understand why you did it, but it probably destroyed a lot of evidence."

"I...I'm sorry," Eileen sobbed. "I...I just had to get the feel of that...that man...I had to get it off me!"

"Tim understands, Eileen," Heidi said.

"I better call Alex," Tim said. "He needs to know about this, especially since we've got a cop involved. I need to get the crime scene people over here, too." He looked at Eileen. "Eileen, did you get back in the bed after he left?" he asked.

The woman shook her head. "N...no. I...I couldn't...not...not after what...what happened there," she stammered.

"Good," Tim said, "the lab guys ought to be able to get evidence from the sheets."

"He...he tore up the speeding ticket he gave me, and he...he threw it on me," Eileen said, and again dissolved into sobs.

Tim got up, walked to the bed, and saw the torn fragments of paper lying there. He put on a pair of rubber gloves, carefully picked up the pieces of paper, carried then to the desk along one wall of the motel room and sat down at the desk. "Eileen," he said, "did the guy who raped you use the phone while he was here?" he asked.

"N...no," she replied.

Tim picked up the phone and dialed the county emergency operations center. "This is Lieutenant Jackman," he said when the dispatcher answered. "I'm at the Jamestown Motor Inn, Room 201. There's been a rape here. I need the duty detectives, lab, and an ambulance," he said. "Also, contact the sheriff and ask him to meet me at the hospital."

While he talked to the dispatcher, Tim was rearranging the pieces of the torn-up traffic citation. When he had them assembled properly, he looked at the officer's signature. "Trooper 1/C Rod Billingham," the signature read. "Son of a bitch!" Tim exclaimed.

"Excuse me, Lieutenant?" the dispatcher said.

"Sorry," Tim said, "I wasn't talking to you. You got what I wanted?"

"You want the duty detectives, lab, and an ambulance at your location," the dispatcher said, repeating Tim's instructions. "And you want the sheriff to meet you at the hospital, right?"

"You got it," Tim said. "And do it all land-line. I don't want this over the air."

"Got it, Lieutenant," the dispatcher said.

"Eileen," Tim said after he put the phone down, "the officer who raped you, was his name Rod Billingham?"

The woman sniffled and nodded. "I...I think that was it," she sobbed.

"Isn't he the one whose wife works for the sheriff?" Heidi asked.

"Yeah," Tim said. "That's him. Jesus! I don't believe this." He hadn't told his wife that earlier in the day they'd learned that Rod was cheating on his wife. He shook his head. What would make a cop do something like this?

The ambulance arrived a few minutes later. Heidi went with her friend and Tim stayed behind to make sure the scene was secure until the duty detectives and lab got there. Once his investigative team was on the scene, he briefed them, then headed for the hospital.

Alex was just walking into the emergency room when Tim arrived. "Tim, what's up?" the sheriff asked. "Operations said you wanted to meet me here, that you had a rape case."

"A helluva rape case," Tim said. "I've got the victim inside being processed. My wife's with her."

"You ID the perp by any chance?" Alex asked.

"Yeah, I did," Tim said. "It's a cop. Trooper first class Rod Billingham, State Patrol."

"Jesus H. Christ!" Alex exclaimed. "Tim, are you sure about that?"

Tim nodded. "Victim says that's who he was," he told his boss. "She says he stopped her for speeding earlier today. And after he raped her, the stupid asshole tore up the ticket he'd given her and left the pieces in the motel room. His signature's on it. Our victim took a bath after the perp left, but it looks as if there might be fluid and hair evidence on the bed. We should have enough for DNA testing."

"Damn!" Alex exclaimed. "I think we better get the prosecuting attorney and Patrol IAD people down here."

"You think that's a good idea?" Tim asked. "You think the Patrol guys are going to believe one of their guys has gone bad?"

"They damn well better believe it," Alex said. "Come on, let's go in and talk to the victim."

Three hours later, Tim and Alex were in the Sheriff's office conference room meeting with Lieutenant Elwood Wing, the State Patrol station commander, Sergeant Myron Baker from the State Patrol's Internal Affairs unit; and Prosecuting Attorney Mildred Stone.

"There's more than enough evidence to issue a warrant as far as I'm concerned," the P.A. said. He looked at Alex. "You want to go pick Billingham up?"

"I'll have some of my men do it," Lieutenant Wing said. "He's one of ours."

"Like hell," Alex replied. "It's our case, he's our perp, and we're taking him."

"Wait a goddamn minute, Sheriff!" Wing protested.

"It's Alex's case, his people make the arrest," the P.A. said. "End of argument."

Alex picked up the phone and dialed operations. "I want all of our patrol units, and the duty detectives, if they're available, to report to headquarters in fifteen minutes," he told the dispatcher. "Just tell them to report to the station, I want nothing else on the air."

"Alex," Sergeant Baker said, "you mind if I tag along?"

"No problem," Alex said.

The deputies on duty reported to the station, looking confused about why all of them had been called in for a meeting with the Sheriff.

"OK," Alex told them, "we're going to make a felony arrest on a rape case."

"Must be a real bad dude," one of the officers said, "if we're gonna need all this help."

"The suspect is a police officer," Alex said. His comment produced a room full of shocked looks. "So we can assume he's armed, and if he's whacked out enough to do what he'd done, he's probably dangerous as hell, too. Here's what we're going to do."

A half-hour after the briefing session in the Sheriff's office, they drove to Rod Billingham's house. His cruiser was still sitting out front. Seconds after they arrived, the house was surrounded by heavily armed deputies.

Alex and Tim, both wearing tactical body armor, stood at either side of the front door, prepared to enter. Alex pounded on the door. "Police, Billingham, open up!" he yelled.

There was no response. Tim and Alex looked at each other. Alex looked back to where two uniformed deputies stood, holding a battering ram. "Take the door down!" he said.

The two deputies moved forward and, while they were covered by Alex, Tim, and several of their comrades, they swung the battering ram at the front door, which flew open in a shower of splinters.

"I sure as hell hope he isn't holding his family hostage, or worse," Alex said as he and Tim carefully entered the house.

They searched the house carefully, but couldn't find Rod or his family. Alex went to the phone and called operations. "Put out that broadcast on Billingham I gave you before we came over here," he told the dispatcher. "Make sure everybody knows he's armed and dangerous and that they need to use extreme caution. And tell them there's a possibility he may have one or more hostages, too."

After he put the phone down, Alex turned to Sergeant Baker and Lieutenant Wing. "You guys have any idea where your man might be?" he asked.

"We've been trying to contact him on the air, but he's not responding," Wing replied. "Of course, since his unit's here, I guess we know why, don't we?"

Alex sent two of the patrol units back to their regular duties, while he and the rest of his little task force returned to the Sheriff's Office to figure out what they were going to do next.

"You think he might be at the Burke woman's house?" Tim asked as he and Alex drove back to the office.

"Good idea, Tim, he might be," Alex said.

"You think we ought to go over there, or should we call first?" Tim asked.

"Why don't we do both?" Alex said. He picked up the microphone and directed one of the patrol units to make a swing past the Burke home.

Once they were back at the office, Tim dialed the number of the Burke home.

After about seven rings, a grumpy-sounding man answered. "Hel...hello" he muttered.

"Mr. Burke?" Tim said.

"Yeah," the man replied, "Who the hell is this?"

"This is the Sheriff's Department," Tim said, "I'm very sorry to bother you at this hour, sir, but I need to speak with your wife. Is she home?"

"Yeah, but she's sleeping," Burke said. "How come you want to talk to her?"

"Please wake her, Mr. Burke," Tim said, "this is very important."

"Yeah, sure," the man said.

"Hello. This is Nancy Burke," the soft feminine voice Tim recognized said after a few moments.

"Mrs. Burke, this is Lieutenant Jackman from the Sheriff's Department," Tim said. "I do hate to be disturbing you at this hour, but I need to know if you've seen Trooper Billingham tonight."

"Ah...no...no I haven't," the woman replied. "Why?"

"I can't tell you anything, except that we're trying to find him," Tim said. "Look, I don't want to frighten you, but I do think it would be an excellent idea if you had your husband make sure the doors were locked," he said.

"Why?" Nancy asked. "Are...are we in...in danger?"

"I don't think so, Mrs. Burke," Tim said, "but it never hurts to be safe, does it?"

"No...I...I guess not," she said.

"There will be a patrol car near your home most of the night," Tim said, "if you hear from Trooper Billingham, or if he shows up, don't let him in and call us right away."

"I...I don't understand," Nancy replied. "What...what is this all about?"

"Please, Mrs. Burke, just do as I ask," Tim said. "Why I'm telling you this should be clear in a day or so."

"All...all right," she said, and hung up the phone.

"Lise's parents said she wasn't there and they haven't heard from her all night," Alex said. He'd called them while Tim was on the phone with Nancy Burke. "They said the kids are there, though. They haven't heard from Rod, either."

"I checked with Billingham's folks," Sergeant Baker said. "They said he isn't there and they haven't seen him all night. I did pick up some interesting information, though."

"What's that?" Tim asked.

"Seems as though Rod told his parents his wife wanted to separate for a while," the patrol sergeant explained. "They said he was really pissed about that, and told them he planned to go to his house tonight and try and talk some sense into her."

"Damn!" Alex said. "Lise never mentioned any problems in her marriage when she and I talked. I wonder if anybody else in knew about this?"

"She and Luke Thomas have lunch a lot," Tim said, "maybe he'd know something about this."

A call to Luke's residence told the Alex, Tim, and the other officers that he hadn't come home after he got off duty and hadn't called his landlady, who was really worried about him.

"You don't think there was something going on between Luke and Lise, do you, Tim?" Alex asked.

Tim shrugged. "I didn't think so, but..." he said. "You never know. Maybe Luke's partner would know where he is."

That turned out to be a dead end, too. Jonas told them Luke had the cruiser, and that he assumed Tim had gone home after that. "He does stop at that little diner out near the town line on his way home sometimes, though," Jonas added.

Alex had a patrol unit swing by the diner to see if they'd seen Tim. The deputy phoned in his report from the diner.

"There's a new crew on," the deputy told Alex, "They said the last crew told them there was a fuss in here earlier. Some drunk was hassling a woman customer, and a sheriff's deputy broke it up. The guy wasn't arrested and the woman left with the deputy."

"Can you get a description of either the deputy or the woman?" Alex asked. "See if you can get hold of the people who were working earlier."

"Will do, sir," the deputy said.

"What's up?" Tim asked Alex when his boss's phone conversation was over.

"A deputy stopped some drunk from hassling a woman in the diner earlier tonight," Alex said. "I think it's probably safe to assume that was Luke. That diner is on his way home."

"You think the woman might have been Lise," Tim asked.

"It might have been," Alex said. "At least we know Billingham doesn't have any hostages."

"Jesus!" Tim exclaimed. "Yeah, I know, but if Luke and Lise are together and Rod finds them..."

Alex picked up the phone and called operations. "In addition to the broadcast on Billingham," he told the dispatcher, "I want our patrol units to look for the cruiser assigned to Luke Thomas," he told her. "If the unit is located, they are to inform me immediately, then stand by until we can get help there." He put the phone down and looked at Sergeant Baker. "Maybe you better have your units looking for our man, too," he said.

"I did it while you were on the phone," Sergeant Baker said.

"I don't like this," Tim said, "I don't like it at all."

"Me, either," Alex said. "Come on, Tim, let's get out on the road. The more cars we have out, the more likely it is we'll find them." 



Badge of Dishonor Ch. 22



Passion In James County X

Badge of Dishonor

By D.C. Roi

Chapter twenty-two

Lise was experiencing the most fabulous dream she'd ever had in her life. It felt as if someone was lying pressed against her. A hand was cupping her breast tenderly and the fingers of that hand were twirling her nipple.  Not only that, something was poking against her bottom, too. She knew what it was, shifted position a little and felt the instrument that was poking her insinuate itself between her buttocks. This was the most fantastic dream she ever had! It felt so real! It was driving her wild. She hoped she would remain asleep forever and that her dream lover would never stop!

Then she opened her eyes and, when the wonderful feelings didn't stop, she realized she wasn't dreaming. The things she was enjoying so much were actually happening to her. As she became more and more alert, she looked around. She didn't recognize her surroundings and was confused at first. Then recollections of the wonderful things that happened the previous night came rushing back and she remembered: she was in a motel room and the hand fondling her, arousing her so wonderfully, belonged to Luke Thomas. She shuddered as she remembered that, the night before, he had shown her what making love could really be like.

She pressed her bottom back against Luke. She could barely believe how delightful it felt to have his erect sliding between her buttocks. As it did, she also knew that her vagina was rapidly growing moist as passion filled her.

Luke bent and kissed her softly on the neck. "Good morning, Lise," he said.

"Ah...Good morning, Luke," Lise replied. She placed her hand over the one laying on her breast, sending maddening sensations through her.

"Did you sleep well?" Luke inquired.

Lise nodded. "Yes," she said. "Thanks to you." She groaned softly while her nerve endings crackled with lust and need. "Ohhhh, Luke!!!" she moaned, "That feels so wonderful!!"

"It's supposed to," he whispered. His erection continued to slide between her buttocks and her hips began to move with it. "I never want to stop doing things that make you feel wonderful!"

Lise could feel the wetness between her legs and knew their movements were lubricating his erection and making what he was doing easier. She reached between her legs, and felt his hot fleshy shaft poking between her legs. She wanted it in her! "Take me, Luke!" she murmured, "Please...take me! I...I need you!!!"

Luke pulled back and shifted position a bit. The next time he thrust forward, the tip of his hard member parted the lips of Lise's vagina and brushed her clit.

The action had an electric effect on Lise, who couldn't help but shudder with delight. When Luke pulled back for another thrust, she dropped her hand to her middle. The next time his swollen shaft slid forward, she guided it into her. "Yessss, Luke!!!" she murmured while his engorged rod filled her needy cavity. "Oh, yes!!! Oh, yessssss!!! I need you so badly!!!"

Once he'd entered Lise, Luke began thrusting against her, his hips smacking gently against her buttocks, jolting her with his short, urgent strokes.

Lise laid her leg back over Luke's hip and locked him tight against her. This position was new to her, and she found it incredibly exciting because it let Luke play with her breasts while they made love. The combination of what his hands were doing to her breasts and the deep thrusts of his swollen organ rapidly drove her toward her peak. "So good!!" she moaned,"God, that feels so good, Luke!!! Yessssss!!!"

Luke slid his hand from her breast, down over her belly. It came to rest in the area where their bodies joined. He found, her clit, took it between his fingers, and began to stroke it in time with his thrusts.

Lise groaned even louder and felt herself trembling. What Luke was doing to her was making her berserk with desire!! She never dreamed a man could make her feel as wonderful as Luke did! A cauldron of pleasure was boiling wildly deep inside her, and every stroke of Luke's swollen wand made her insides boil faster. She felt his thrusts growing more urgent and knew that he, too, was getting close. Then she stopped thinking as incredibly sweet feelings let loose inside her. "Ohhhhh!!! Ohhhhh!!! Ohhhhh!! Yesssss!!! Yesssss!!!" she cried when explosions of pleasure boomed through her. Pleasure radiated through every part of her body; even her toes and finger tips were tingling with joy. Her nipples were so hard they hurt, but she didn't ever want this to stop.

"Ahhhhh!!! Ahhhhh!!!" Luke moaned. His thrusts became frantic.

Lise felt the pulsations of Luke's organ his and his hot juices were bathing her insides. "So good!! Oh, God, Luke, that feels so good!!!" she crooned as the heat and sensation of his coming added to her pleasure.

After their orgasms concluded, they still lay, locked together. Luke, still hard, remained buried buried in Lise. His hand was still stroking her clit and his other hand was still wrapped around her breast.

An occasional mild after-shock of the joy they'd shared shook them, but mostly they lay there, enjoying warmth and closeness.

Lise felt Luke's penis begin to soften and slip from her, tickling as it went. This was wonderful! Luke was such a fantastic lover. Rod had never been this loving. Once Luke was out of her, she turned so she was facing him and kissed him frantically, over and over.

"I never knew..." she said between kisses. "I had no idea making love could be like this!"

"I'm glad I was the one who got to show you," Luke said.

Suddenly Lise stiffened. "What time is it?" she asked.

"Don't worry," Luke said, "you won't be late for work. It's only a little after six."

"Oh." Lise relaxed in his arms.

"What are you going to do today?" he asked. "About Rod, I mean."

"I'm going to call a lawyer and see what I have to do to file for divorce...and get a restraining order, too," Lise said. Her husband's behavior the previous night finally made her realize that her marriage was over. "Rod isn't going to change, and I can't live like that any more."

Luke nodded as she spoke. "Good," he said.

"I...I know this probably sounds pretty forward...but...can...can I see you again tonight?" Lise asked, snuggling against him.

Luke smiled and nodded. "I kind of hoped we might be able to get together again," he replied. He still wasn't sure how he was going to explain this new development to Lorrie, or how she'd react when he did tell her, but it was something he had to do, no matter how distasteful it was. He did like his landlady, but he felt far more for Lise.

Lise kissed him again. Another thought occurred to her. "My God," she exclaimed, "What's Alex going to think when I come to work today wearing the same clothes I had on yesterday?"

"Tell him what happened with Rod last night, that you had to leave your place quickly, and that you didn't take a change of clothes with you," Luke said.

"I'm all sticky and sweaty. I need a shower," Lise said. She slipped from his grasp, got out of the bed, and headed for the bathroom. She got the shower going, stepped in, and began to soap herself.

"Mind a little company?" Luke asked when he stepped into the shower with Lise.

Lise smiled at him. "Not at all," she said. After what they'd done with each other, she no longer was embarrassed being naked in front of him.

"Want help with your bath?" Luke asked.

"That would be nice," Lise purred. "Nobody's given me a bath in a long time." She found being in the shower with Luke, having him want to bathe with her, very romantic and sexy. And romance had been missing from her life for a long, long time.

Luke thoroughly lathered a washcloth and began to wash her. Lise discovered almost immediately that what he was doing felt incredibly good. In fact, it felt so good, it was turning her on! Ever since she bumped into him the night before, it seemed as if she'd been in a constant state of arousal! And, even though they'd shared more orgasms than she could count, it hadn't taken away her horniness. What he was doing to her felt so wonderful!

"Ohhhhh!!" she murmured, "You sure do wash wonderfully!"

"I have to do a good job," Luke replied, lathering her right breast, concentrating on the super-sensitive, rock-hard nipple.  "It wouldn't do for you to go to work dirty, would it?"

Luke's actions made Lise's legs weak. "Oh, nooooooo!!!" she murmured. She leaned against him while warmth again began to flood her insides, warmth the shower had nothing to do with giving her. Her loins were aflame and once more she knew the wonder of growing arousal.

Luke finished washing her right breast, then he turned his attentions to the left one, giving it every bit as much attention as he'd given it's mate. His caresses left Lise breathless and barely able to stand. He moved to her back and was equally thorough there. It looked like he didn't intend to leave one square inch of her flesh unwashed.

While Luke continued moving the sudsy washcloth over her, Lise realized she needed him badly. His hand reached the small of her back, and the nearer he got to her bottom, the more her pulse pounded.

"You have the most beautiful bottom I've ever seen," he said.

Lise felt herself flushing at his compliment. She turned and kissed him on the cheek.

His lathery caresses moved to her belly, and downward.

"Oh, God, Luke!" she cooed, "You can't imagine how wonderful what you're doing feels!"

"Then I'm doing it right," Luke said. His hand continued to descend toward her vagina and her legs got more rubbery.

All Lise knew was that as long as he kept her feeling this good, she never wanted it to stop! He turned aside before getting to her vagina, though, and washed her hips and buttocks. She never realized how exciting it could be to have her bottom played with! "Yesssss!!" she moaned, unaware her hips had begun the rocking motions of sex. She spread her legs to steady herself and grabbed hold of one of the faucets to keep from falling as wave after wave of delight washed over her.

Luke began washing her legs! From bottom to top he moved the cloth, from each shapely calf up over her superbly formed thighs.

Lise was quivering and gasping for breath by the time Luke finished washing her legs. All she could think about was coming! She desperately needed to come!

"Make me come, Luke!" She heard herself uttering the plea, but it was as if she were outside herself, watching. "Please, Luke, make me come!! Make me come!" "Ahhhhh!!!" A feral groan erupted from her when Luke began caressing her center with the sudsy wash cloth. She kept clinging to the faucet as her legs turned to jelly. Luke's hand was moving in a circular motion over her labia, touching her clit, probing her quavering opening.

"Yes!!! Oh, God, Luke!!! Yesssss!!! Yesssss!!!!" she groaned, "Ahhhhh!!! Ahhhhh!! That's it!!! That's ittttt!!! Make me come!!! Oh, Luke, I'm...I'm commminnnggg!!! Ahhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Lise's hips pressed against Luke's hand as orgasm again wracked her. Everything dissolved into overwhelming feelings of bliss.

When her senses returned, Lise realized Luke was holding her in his arms. She was weak-kneed, but felt wonderful.

"You turned taking a shower into a sex act," she said. "A wonderful one!"

"Like I said," he purred, "I had to be sure you had a satisfying bath."

"My God!" Lise sighed, "I've never had a bath like that in my life!"

They finished their shower and toweled each other dry. Luke left the bathroom while Lise was still finishing what she had to do.

When she came out to the bedroom, Luke was sitting on the bed. He was dressed and, once again, Lise felt a twinge of embarrassment about being naked in front of him, but she shrugged it off. She saw his admiring stare, and felt herself blush.

"Don't be embarrassed, Lise," he said, "You are so beautiful. I want to watch you get dressed."

Acutely aware of Luke's avid gaze, Lise nevertheless managed to get dressed, despite how disconcerting his adoring stare was.

They went out to the cruiser and started back for the diner, where Lise had left her car.




Badge of Dishonor Ch. 23



Passion In James County X

Badge of Dishonor

By D.C. Roi

Chapter twenty-three

Rod Billingham, unaware that the police were looking for him, had spent the night driving all over Jamestown in his pickup truck, looking for Lise. He finally found her car at the diner. He checked, but he found no sign of her. He found a place in the parking lot behind the diner where he could park his truck without being seen. Then he sat there, watching Lise's car, waiting for her to return.

Rod always hated stakeouts. He had little patience, a commodity absolutely necessary for stakeout duty. That lack made what he was doing extremely difficult. "That bitch!" he thought, while anger churned inside him. "She's going to pay! She's mine! If she thinks she's getting away from me, she better think again! If I can't have her, nobody will!" He grabbed another beer from the case he'd purchased during his nighttime wandering, opened it, and sucked it down, then he opened another one and drank that down without stopping. The more he drank, the angrier he got at his wife. How dare she even think about leaving him? Who did she think she was? She was his property. It was none of her damn business what he did with other women. Men could do sleep around, but good women weren't supposed to.

As he sat there, drinking beer and fuming, he saw a sheriff's department cruiser swing into the diner parking lot. He ducked down and, in doing so, bumped his head on the half-full case of beer on the seat next to him. His truck was in the back of the parking lot, in a shadowy area next to a dumpster and was hidden well enough that the deputy in the car didn't see him and pulled back out onto the highway.

After a while, Rod sat back up, rubbing his forehead. In his beer-fogged brain, the fact that he'd bumped his head was somehow his wife's fault, too. After all, if she had stayed home where she was supposed to be, he wouldn't be sitting here now. He'd totally forgotten about raping Eileen Frenette. Actually, he didn't consider what he'd done to her rape. In his opinion, she'd gotten exactly what she'd asked for. The way he looked at it, her resistance was just her way of making herself feel less guilty about trading her body for getting out of a speeding ticket. As he recalled what had happened in the motel room, a crooked smile formed on the drunken officer's face. "Yeah," he thought, "it was kinda nice havin' sex that way."

A half-hour later, a State Patrol unit made a pass through the parking lot. "Must be they're looking for some scumbag," Rod thought as he half-emptied yet another beer can in one swallow. He had no idea he was the "scumbag" his fellow officers were looking for. As far as he was concerned, he had done nothing wrong. He had always seen himself as the center of the universe, as a person who deserved everything he had.

"I wonder who that bitch is fucking tonight?" he thought as he sat in his truck, staring at his wife's car. "Doesn't really matter. Whoever she's screwing is dead meat!" He reached for another beer.

He continued to drink and grow angrier through the night. At some point the beer exceeded his capacity to handle it and he nodded off. The half-empty can he held in his hand fell to the floor of the truck. The beer emptying from it made a growing stain on the pickup's carpet.

The rising sun woke Rod. Stiff and sore from sleeping slumped over his steering wheel, he straightened up and tried to stretch. Movement immediately made him feel the effects of the terrible hangover he had. He smelled beer and looked around the cab of his truck, which he'd always kept immaculate. "Damn, I gotta get Lise to clean this thing out," he thought. It didn't occur to him that he should clean up his truck, that kind of work was, in his opinion, women's work, and once he found Lise and got her thinking straightened out, he'd get her to work on the truck. He glanced out the window, not exactly sure where he was, and saw his wife's car sitting there.

"Where the fuck is that bitch?" he thought as rage once more boiled up inside him.

Just then he saw a sheriff's department patrol car pull into the diner's parking lot. This one had two people in it and, since Rod knew some of the sheriff's cars did have two cops in them, he almost ignored it. Force of habit made him check it out, though, and when he did, he recognized the driver, deputy Luke Thomas. When he checked out the passenger and red-hot rage exploded through him. It was Lise! He grabbed his 9mm Ruger semi-automatic pistol off the seat of his truck, opened the door, got out, and started running across the parking lot toward the police car.

"I'll show them!" he thought. "It all ends here!" As he ran, he cocked the action of the gun, preparing to fire it.



Badge of Dishonor Ch. 24



Luke hated the idea of stealing another man's wife, but he'd been in love with Lise ever since they were in school together. He'd never enjoyed love-making more than he had with Lise the previous night, but he was afraid they wouldn't be able to develop a permanent relationship. On the other hand, she was the woman he'd always dreamed of being with. "I'd be a fool if I blew a chance to be with her," he mused. "She's everything I've ever wanted. And I know I could make her happy if she'd let me."

Lise was considering with the differences between Luke and Rod, and in the comparison, Luke came out ahead. "He's thoughtful, he cares about me, he listens to me, and he's so sweet," she thought, glancing across the car at the young man she'd spent the night with. "I bet he'd be a good father, too."

Luke pulled into the diner parking lot and drove to the back, where they'd left Lise's car the night before, and braked the police car to a stop. He turned in the seat so he was facing Lise. All of the communication and emergency equipment arrayed in the front of the police car was stacked up in the middle of the car, between him and his passenger. "Be nice to take her out in a civilian car," he thought. Then he saw the figure running across the parking lot toward them. "Oh, God!" he thought. "That looks like Rod Billingham." He saw something else, too, something that scared him. "He has a gun!"

Before she got out of the car, Lise turned to Luke, intending to thank him for the wonderful night he'd given her. When she did, she saw that he had a strange look on his face and seemed to be looking past her, at something behind her. She didn't understand the look he had, it was almost as if he was frightened of something.

"Luke...what..." she started to say.

Luke grabbed Lise's shoulder and pushed her down. "Lise, get down on the floor!" he yelled. "Now! Do it!"

When he pulled up next to Lise's car, Luke had seen the man get out of the pickup truck parked next to the dumpster behind the diner. He was shocked to discover it was Rod Billingham. Rod was now running toward them and was holding a gun in his hand.

The young deputy had never been involved in a shooting incident, continued to watch the man approach. He felt as if he was seeing everything that was happening in slow motion. He knew he was reacting, but his reactions seemed to be in altered time. It was as if the world had slowed down. He heard himself yelling at Lise to get down on the floor of the car and could feel his hand reaching for the pistol in the holster on his belt and fumbling to get the safety strap off. Then his hand wrapped around the butt of the gun, pulled it out of the holster, and started to raise it.

Luke's eyes remained locked on Rod Billingham. With total visual clarity, he saw the man assume the combat shooter's position and point his gun at the police car. Then a flash of red and yellow flames blossomed from the muzzle of the pistol. The window on the passenger side of the cruiser exploded and Luke experienced what felt like a sledge hammer blow in the chest. It drove him back against the door of his cruiser and forced the breath out of him.

Luke was having a hard time thinking, but it felt as if his arm was still rising, then something was slamming against his hand and loud sounds filled the interior of the cruiser. He could hear Lise's screams, and what sounded like a siren, but he was having a hard time getting his breath and making his eyes focus. He knew he'd fired his pistol, but he wasn't sure whether he'd hit Rod or not. He forced his eyes to focus and could see the rogue trooper, red-faced, and wild-eyed, still in the combat shooter's stance, still pointing his weapon at Luke's cruiser.




Badge of Dishonor Ch. 25



Passion In James County X

Badge of Dishonor

By D.C. Roi

Chapter twenty-five

Sheriff's Department Sergeant Joan Mills was just turning onto Millis Street when she heard what sounded like shots. She was on her way to make a swing past the little diner where other deputies had spotted Lise Billingham's car, to see if Lise had returned to pick up her car.

The shots caused a surge of adrenaline, which sent Joan's heart rate sky-high. She grabbed her radio microphone. "Operations from James County Five, I have shots fired in the vicinity of the Jamestown diner! Get me some backup! Now!" she yelled. She dropped the microphone and turned on her siren and blue lights.

"Operations to James County Five," the dispatcher said, her voice at least an octave higher than it usually was, "We copy. You have shots fired at the Jamestown diner. All available Sheriff's units respond, your call is Code Three!!"

Rod Billingham, with rage in full control of his actions, continued to hold the combat shooter's stance and point his 9mm pistol into the sheriff's cruiser. He thought he'd hit Luke, but the deputy had returned fire, which meant he wasn't dead. He wanted to kill both Luke and Lise, and fully intended to. He was starting to squeeze the trigger a second time when the sound of sirens, and screech of brakes as Sergeant Mills arrived, made him pause.

Joan Mills jammed her cruiser into "Park," grabbed the riot gun out of the rack next to the radio, and jumped out. She saw the man - she thought it was Rod Billingham, but wasn't sure - pointing a gun at another sheriff's cruiser. "Sheriff's Department!" Joan yelled, aiming her shotgun at the man. "Drop the gun and get on the ground! Do it now!"

Rod turned and pointed his gun at Joan, but he remembered that Luke had fired at him and that he wanted to kill him, so he turned back to the cruiser.

"This is your last chance!" Sergeant Mills yelled. "Drop the gun and get on the ground now, or I'll shoot!"

"Fuck you!" Rod screamed. He realized Luke wasn't moving and instinct told him the officer yelling at him posed a greater threat at that second, so he turned and fired two shots in Joan's direction.

Luke continued to hold his fire. Backup had arrived and Rod had stopped shooting at him. If there was a chance they could take the deranged man alive, Luke wanted to take it. Besides, his chest hurt and he wasn't sure he'd be able to raise his gun and shoot again.

As he watched Rod, he saw the man his gun toward Sergeant Mills. Then he turned it back toward the cruiser where Luke sat. "Stay down, Lise," he said. His passenger remained huddled on the floor of the cruiser, sobbing.

Suddenly, as Luke watched, Rod swiveled back toward Sgt. Mills and fired two shots. Out of the corner of his eye, Luke saw the sergeant fall down. He immediately triggered two shots of his own. He saw Rod's body jerk, then the man turned and began running toward his truck.

Luke grabbed the microphone attached to his two-way radio. "Operations from James County Nine!" he yelled. "Officer needs assistance, shots fired, officer down, in the parking lot of the Jamestown Diner! I need help! Now!"

"Copy, County Nine!" the dispatcher replied. "All responding units, did you copy? We have shots fired, an officer down! I'm starting paramedics and rescue! Please advise when the scene is secure!"

Rod saw the female officer fall, but was shocked when Luke fired at him. He was wearing his bullet-proof vest and the bullet barely clipped him, but it did make him jump. He heard more sirens and realized he'd be in big trouble once more cops got there, so he turned and started running toward his truck.

Luke heard the sound of a vehicle's starter motor, then an engine roared to life. He saw Rod Billingham behind the wheel of his pickup truck, screeching out of the parking space behind the diner.

"Lise!" Luke gasped. His chest hurt as he tried to breathe. "Are you OK?"

"I...I think so," Lise replied. "What...what about you?"

"I'm OK, I think," Luke replied. He put his cruiser in "drive" and started toward the other cruiser.

"Was...was that Rod?" Lise sobbed.

"Yeah, it was," Luke replied. "He shot Sergeant Mills and he's taking off. I need to go after him. Backup and an ambulance are coming. Can you stay with Sergeant Mills and do what you can?"

"I...I guess so," Lise responded.

When Luke braked to a stop, she climbed out of the car. Brushing broken glass off herself, she started toward the prone form of Sergeant Mills, knelt beside her, took her wrist, and checked for a pulse. She felt the woman's pulse was surprised there wasn't any blood.

"Is she OK?" Luke yelled.

"She...she's breathing, she has a pulse, and I don't see any blood," Lise told him.

"I've got to go after your husband," Luke yelled.

Lise nodded, then turned to Sergeant Mills, who moaned softly. As she turned, she heard the tires of the cruiser Luke was driving squeal and the siren start wailing as he roared out of the parking lot.

"Operations from James County Nine!" Luke yelled into his microphone as he started after the pickup Rod was driving. "I'm in pursuit of a green Ford pickup truck, westbound on Lincoln! The operator of the vehicle is Rod Billingham, he's armed, he's shot two officers!"

"Operations copies, County Nine," the dispatcher replied.

Tim and Alex had heard the radio traffic and were headed toward the scene of the shooting in the Tim's unmarked cruiser. "Step on it, Tim!" Alex yelled.

"I think we'll be able to intercept them," Tim said, guiding the car around a corner, tires squealing. "Luke's going to need help if he catches up with Rod again."

"He sure as hell is!" Alex replied.

They approached Lincoln on a cross street and saw the green pickup truck speed through the intersection, with the cruiser a short distance behind him.

"Operations from James County One!" Alex yelled into the mike. "This unit is joining the pursuit. We're behind County Nine, westbound on Lincoln! County Nine, continue the pursuit as primary. We'll handle radio traffic."

Luke, wincing every time he drew a breath, picked up the radio mike. "Copy, County One. You got any other help coming?"

"Operations to County One," the dispatcher said. "The state patrol advises they have a roadblock set up at the intersection of Lincoln and Route 25."

"Copy, operations," Alex said. "Looks like we've got him."

"Yeah," Tim said, "but what are we going to do with him when we finally get him stopped?"

"That's up to him," Alex said.

Rod kept his foot pressed against the floor as his truck, engine roaring, raced down the street. He was trying to figure out what he was going to do. The reality of what was happening had begun to sink in. He'd shot at least one cop, maybe two. He knew he wasn't going to get out of this. His life, as he knew it, was over. If he could just be sure Luke Thomas was dead, he'd...

"Operations from James County Seven," came another voice on the sheriff's department radio, "I'm joining the pursuit."

"Operations from County Eight, I'm off with the state patrol, intersection of Lincoln and Route 25," came another voice.

"Operations from County Ten," came another voice, "we're off with the patrol."

Rod saw the police cars, their blue lights on their roofs spinning, blocking the intersection ahead of him and jammed his foot on the brake pedal. His truck came to a screeching, sliding halt.

Luke saw the brake lights on Rod's truck flash on, then it fishtailed and slid to a stop. He braked his cruiser to a halt a safe distance away.

"County One to County Nine!" Alex yelled into his microphone as Tim guided the unmarked car to a stop. "Remain in your unit. Let us handle this!"

"Copy, County One," Luke replied. Actually, the way his chest felt, he wasn't sure he'd have been able to get out of his cruiser if he had to.

"County One to operations, suspect has stopped at the intersection of Lincoln and Route 25," Alex told the dispatcher.

"Copy, County One," the dispatcher replied.

Rod sat in his truck, looking at the scene arrayed in front of him. Crouched behind the state patrol and sheriff's cars in front of him, uniformed police officers pointed their weapons at him. He looked behind him. More officers were there. He was trapped.

"Driver of the truck!" a voice boomed over a loudspeaker. "This is Sheriff Martin. Throw out your weapons and stick both of your hands out of the window of your vehicle!"

Rod didn't know what to do. Rage still boiled in him. He wanted to kill these people who were destroying his life, who were trying to take away everything he'd worked for.

"Driver of the truck!" the amplified voice said again. "Throw your weapons out and stick your hands out of the window where we can see them! Do it now!"

"Fuck you!" Rod yelled. "You want me, come on and get me!"

"Rod! This is Sheriff Martin. Don't make this harder than it has to be!" Alex said, using the amplifier in the patrol car. "Throw your weapons out and put your hands out the window. Enough people have gotten hurt. We don't want to hurt you."

"You expect me to believe that after I shot two of your people?" Rod yelled back.

"Rod, you know the drill," Alex said. "We don't want anybody else getting hurt. You haven't killed anyone yet, don't force us to kill you!"

"What have I got to live for?" Rod yelled back. "You and I both know I'm not going to walk away from this."

"What about your kids?" Alex asked. "You want them to have to live with the fact you died like this?"

"You think having me in prison's going to be any better for them?" Rod yelled back.

"Even if you go to prison, you can get yourself straightened out and be a father to them again," Alex said. "You can't do that if you're dead."

Rod couldn't think straight. He wanted things to be the way the were, he wanted his life to be like it was, but he knew that would never, ever be. He'd lost his wife, his family, and his job. And he was going to prison. He'd heard what happened to cops who went to prison.

"No fuckin' way!" he yelled out the window of his truck. "It's over! I got nothing to live for!" He raised his gun, and placed the muzzle against his temple.

Shocked, Alex and the other officers watched. "No! Rod! No!" Alex yelled. He felt as helpless as he'd ever felt in his life. He, and the other officers there were going to witness a man, a fellow officer, take his own life!

Then there was the loud sound of a shot.




Badge of Dishonor Ch. 26



Passion In James County X

Badge of Dishonor

By D.C. Roi

Chapter twenty-six

Deputy Lee Williams, the sharpshooter on the Sheriff's Department Special Operations Squad, was watching Rod through the scope of his sniper rifle. He saw the man in the truck put the pistol to his head. "I wonder," Lee thought as he centered the cross-hairs of his high-powered rifle on the biggest part of the target available to him. "The range isn't too bad, maybe I can do this..." He took up the slack on his rifle's trigger and, when he saw the man in the truck's finger tightening on the trigger of his weapon, he fired.

"What the hell?" Alex said. The shot he heard hadn't come from inside the truck, it came from the left, from behind one of the cruisers. "Who fired that shot?"

"I don't know," Tim said, "but I think whoever it was shot the gun out of Billingham's hand." He got up and, holding his gun in front of him, joined the other deputies and patrolmen who were advancing carefully toward Rod's truck.

Rod, clutching his bleeding hand and sobbing, sat there as the door of his truck was jerked open. He felt himself being pulled out of the truck and the next thing he knew, his face was pressed against the pavement and men were holding him down, pulling his arms behind him, and fastening handcuffs around his wrists.

"What the hell happened?" Alex asked as he approached the pickup.

Lee Williams stepped forward, his sniper rifle in his hand. "I hope you don't mind, boss," he said, "but I had a bead on his pistol and figured trying to shoot it out of his hand was worth a try. I kind of hated to see this end with him dead."

"Good job, Lee," Alex said. He looked down at Rod. "Rod Billingham, you're under arrest for rape, two counts of attempted murder, and probably a few other charges, too," he said. He looked at Tim. "Tim, read him his rights." He looked around. "Somebody call for rescue."

A half-hour later, Alex and Tim walked into the hospital. Lise met them at the door. "Sergeant Mills is going to be OK," she said. "She was wearing her bullet-proof vest. She just had the wind knocked out of her, and she got a pretty good bump on the head when she fell. Are...are Luke and Rod all right?"

"They're both hurt," Alex said. He was glad to learn that nobody had been killed, or even seriously injured. "But they'll be OK. Lise, you and I need to talk."

"I...I know," she said.

"Tim," Alex said, "why don't you interview Luke? I'll talk with Lise. And make sure there's somebody with Billingham. We don't want him doing anything stupid, not after all this."

"OK, boss," Tim said.

"Lise, why don't you and I go down to the coffee shop?" Alex said. "I'll buy you a cup of coffee and you can tell me what's going on."

"All...all right," she stammered. "But...but could I...could I talk to Luke, first?"

"I guess so," Alex said. He was surprised she wanted to see Luke and not her husband.

Alex, Lise, and Tim walked into the E.R. cubicle where Luke lay on a stretcher.

"Hi, Lise," Luke said. "Sheriff, Lieutenant, how are you?"

"Probably better than you are," Tim said.

"Luke...I...I'm sorry," Lise said. "Are...are you really OK?"

"My ribs are sore," Luke replied, "The nurse said I probably broke one of them. But I'll be OK, I think. Lise, you don't have anything to be sorry for. I'm sorry I got you into this."

"You...you didn't get me into anything, Luke," Lise replied. "I got myself into it when I married Rod. I..."

 A nurse and an orderly came in. "Sorry, folks," the nurse said, "we have to get this man up to X-ray. You can talk to him later."

"Come on, Lise," Alex said, "let's go get that coffee."

"OK," Lise said.

A bit later Alex and Lise were sitting at a table in the corner of the hospital cafeteria. Alex looked across the table at his secretary, who'd just finished telling him her story and was wiping her eyes with a napkin.

"I wish you'd have told me what was going on earlier, Lise," he said. "Maybe I could have done something to save you all the aggravation you and Luke went through this morning."

"I...I wasn't sure anyone would believe me," Lise said. "I...I mean, Rod's a cop and all, and..."

"I know," Alex said softly. "I've been a cop long enough to know how it is. And I know the patrol doesn't have the best record for dealing with officers who have family problems."

"Is...is Luke going to get in trouble for what...for what we...you know...what happened last night?" Lise asked.

Alex grinned and shook his head. "He didn't do anything illegal, or even against department regulations, as far as I can tell," he told Lise. "I'm not sure he used the best judgment in the world, but that's no crime." He chuckled. "Hell, if using bad judgment was a crime, we'd all be in jail, wouldn't we?"

Lise smiled wanly and nodded. "I...I guess so," she said. "What...what's going to happen to Rod?"

"Well, he's facing at least three felony charges," Alex said. "Rape, and two counts of attempted murder. And we haven't even begun to figure out what charges we might be able to file for the pursuit and standoff."

"Rape?" Lise said, shocked by what Alex had said. "Rod...he...he raped someone?"

Alex felt himself blushing. "I'm sorry, Lise," he said, "I forgot you didn't know. I'm afraid it's true. Yesterday evening Rod forced his way into a motel room and raped a woman he gave a speeding ticket to."

"Oh, God!" Lise said, and began to sob. "How...how could I be married to him as long as I was and not realize what he was like? I must be really stupid."

"I don't think you're stupid," Alex said. "I learned a long time ago that nobody, not even a person's spouse, can ever really know what someone is like deep down inside."

"Is...is the woman Rod raped...is she OK?" Lise asked.

Alex nodded. "She wasn't hurt badly," he said. "At least not physically. She's staying with Tim's wife right now." He looked up and saw his wife, Jennifer, and another woman walking into the coffee shop. "I think there's someone here to see you, Lise," he said.

Lise looked up, saw her mother, jumped to her feet, and raced across the room, into her mother's arms.

Alex got up as his wife approached the table, then she was in his arms. "Are you OK?" Jennifer asked.

"I'm about as good as I'm going to get for a while after a mess like this," Alex told her. "I feel a lot better now that you're here."

"The office called and told me what was going on," Jennifer said. "I asked them if they'd sent anyone to notify Lise's parents and they said they planned to as soon as someone was free. I figured it would be best if I handled that, so..."

"You're amazing," Alex told his wife.

"Isn't that why you married me?" Jennifer asked, grinning.



Badge of Dishonor Ch. 27



Passion In James County X: Badge of Dishonor

Chapter twenty-seven

"Luke, you did a good job this morning, as far as I'm concerned," Tim Jackman said after the young deputy explained what had happened that morning and, to some extent, the evening before. "You could have been hurt, but you weren't, and neither was anyone else."

After the E.R. doctors were finished with him, Luke had been moved upstairs and admitted to the hospital. The doctors assured him he'd only be staying overnight to make sure no further problems developed. That didn't make him too unhappy.

"How's Sergeant Mills doing?" Luke asked. "Is she OK?"

"She's got bruised ribs," Tim said. "She was luckier than you. She got to go home. Kind of rough to breathe, is it?"

"A little," Luke replied. "You know, it's funny, I hardly felt the pain when all that shit was happening, but..."

"I've been there," Tim said. "I know exactly what you mean." He told Luke about a shoot-out he was involved in years earlier, when he was a rookie on the Jamestown Police Department.

"I never heard about that," Luke said. "I'm glad I didn't wind up killing anybody, though. That's got to be hard."

"It's a bitch," Tim said. "But you finally realize you did what you had to do, and learn that it's a heck of a lot better for us to do our job right than for the bad guys to win."

"Yeah, I guess so," Luke said. "I don't understand, though. What makes a guy like Billingham go bad? I mean, he had a pretty good reputation on the patrol as far as I know."

"If we knew things like that, we probably wouldn't need cops," Tim said. "Look, Luke, you take care of yourself. I've got to get down to the station and start on the reports. I'll check in with you later."

Tim had just left when Luke's landlady, Lorraine Keeler, walked into his hospital room. Her eyes were red, as if she'd been crying. She walked to his bed and clutched his hand. "Luke, are you really all right?" she asked. "I...I was so worried when the officers came to get me and...and said you...you'd been shot."

"I'm fine, Lorrie," Luke said. "I was wearing my vest so I...I've just got a couple of broken ribs. I'm getting out of here tomorrow."

"Where were you last night?" Lorrie asked. "I was so worried when you didn't come home."

"Ah..." Luke wasn't sure what to say. He couldn't lie to her, but he knew the truth would be painful for her. But, since she'd raised the issue, he might as well get this over with. He took a deep breath, which hurt a little, then he began. "Lorrie, I...I stopped for coffee on my way home like I sometimes do, and..."

Luke could see the pain forming in Lorrie's eyes as he explained what had happened. He wished there was some way he wouldn't have had to put it there.

"I'm really sorry about this, Lorrie," he said when he was finished his story. "I...I really didn't intend to hurt you, but..."

"Oh, Luke," Lorraine said. "I know you didn't want to hurt me. And...and I think I knew something like this had to happen sooner or later. What you...you and I...well, we probably shouldn't have been doing it in the first place, and..."

Luke grabbed Lorrie's hand and squeezed it. "I love you, Lorrie, I really do," he said. "It's...it's just that I...I'm not in love with you..."

She squeezed his hand back. "I know, Luke," she said. "I'm just glad you're all right. This woman, Lise, who you were with last night. Is it Lise Bachman, the girl you talked about wanting to go out with when you were in high school?"

Luke, surprised Lorrie remembered that they'd once had a conversation about Lise, nodded. He'd forgotten the conversation himself.

"You had a crush on her back then, didn't you?" Lorraine asked.

"Yeah, sort of, I guess," Luke admitted.

"And you still do, don't you?" Lorraine went on. She began smiling for the first time since she had walked into the room.

"Yeah, I guess so," Luke admitted. "I mean, I guess I really didn't know how much I felt for her until I saw her in the diner last night. It didn't get any easier when she told me what had been happening in her marriage. And then, when she asked me to stay with her, because she was scared, I..."

"Well, now, Luke" Lorrie said, surprising him by how quickly she'd accepted the news. "I do believe you really care for this woman."

"Lorrie!" Luke said, feeling his face get hot. "What are you...you know...going to do now?"

"I guess I'll just have to start dating men my age, won't I?" Lorrie said, grinning at him. "If any of them want me."

"I can't see how they wouldn't, you're so pretty and all," Luke told her.

They were sitting there, blushing at each other, when Alex and Jennifer Martin walked in.

"Well, honey," Alex said, "Deputy Thomas is quite the boy, it seems. He's already got an attractive visitor." He smiled at Lorraine. "I'm Alex Martin, Luke's boss. This is my wife, Jennifer."

"Sheriff, this is my landlady, Lorraine Keeler," Luke said.

"Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Keeler," Alex said. "I hope you realize your young tenant, here, is a bona fide hero. His quick thinking and prompt actions helped keep what happened this morning from turning into a tragedy."

"Really?" Lorraine said. "Luke, you didn't tell me that part."

"Aw, Lorrie, I was just doing my job," Luke replied. "I didn't do anything the other guys in the department wouldn't have done."

"He sounds just like Alex does when he talks about work," Jennifer said. "There's something about cops that won't let them admit they're heroes."

"I'm not going to stay, Luke," Alex said. "I've got to get back to the office and talk to the Prosecuting Attorney, but I did want to make sure you were OK and let you know I think you did a helluva job this morning."

"Sheriff, I...I really didn't do all that much," Luke protested. "I...I don't know why everyone is making such a fuss."

"Yeah, sure," Alex said. "In spite of the fact that you'd been shot, you made sure Sergeant Mills was OK, then you went in pursuit of the suspect and didn't let him escape. The way I look at it, that's going just a little above and beyond the call of duty."

"Thank you, sir," Luke said.

"Look, I've got to get going," Alex said. "You take as much sick leave as you need, you hear?"

"All right, sir," Luke said. "And thanks for stopping. It was nice meeting you, Mrs. Keeler."

"Please, from now on, you call me Jennifer," Alex's wife said. "It was nice meeting both of you."

After the sheriff and his wife left, Lorraine turned to Luke. "I don't believe it," she said. "You're a hero. Well, now..."

"Lorrie, come on!" Luke said. He wondered about Lise. Where was she? What was she doing? Was she OK?

"Mom, I'm fine, I really am!" Lise protested. "I really should go to work. Alex is going to need help getting all of the reports for this case typed." Her mother had insisted she take the day off and Lise didn't really want to stay home. She didn't just want to go to work, she wanted to go visit Luke, to make sure he really was all right.

But her mother was very insistent. "The kids need to see you so they know you're OK," her mother had said. "When that police officer came to the house this morning, it really frightened them. And we need to figure out how, and what, we're going to tell them about their father, too."

"I...I know, Mom," Lise said. She wasn't sure what to tell her kids about their father, or how to begin. "Alex told me I can check with the department psychologist."

"About the kids?" her mother asked.

Lise nodded. "About anything," she said. "It's very likely the boys will need some professional help before all this is over, and I intend to see they get it."

"You may need professional help, too, honey," her mother said. "My God! Thank Heaven that young deputy was there. You could have been killed!"

"It was Luke Thomas," Lise told her mother. "Remember, I knew him in high school?"

"Was that who it was?" her mother responded. "It certainly is a small world, isn't it? Imagine, your life was saved by one of your high school classmates."

Lise knew her parents, and her sons, would have to know the truth about where she'd been the night before the incident occurred, and who she'd been with, but she decided this wasn't the time to discuss that. What she wanted, more than anything, was to talk with Luke, to hear his voice telling her he was OK. Maybe, after she got to her parent's house, she could find time to call him.

As it turned out, Lise, her parents, and her sons, talked until the wee hours of the morning. When, at last the boys were in bed, it was way too late for her to call Luke. "Maybe tomorrow," Lise thought as she slid into her old bed, pulled the covers over her, and went to sleep. 



Badge of Dishonor Ch. 28



Passion In James County X: Badge of Dishonor

Chapter twenty-eight

When Tim Jackman finally got home from the office, his wife Heidi met him at the door and they shared a long, passionate kiss.

"Is Eileen still here?" Tim asked after the kiss ended.

"No, she called a friend of hers," Heidi said. "She came and got Eileen and they left."

"I'm glad to hear that," Tim said. He cupped his wife's firm bottom in his hands and pulled her against him.

Heidi felt her husband's swollen member pressing against her and went a little weak inside. She'd heard news reports about what had happened, knew he'd been involved in a dangerous incident, and was very glad to have him home safe and sound.

"Want to go out and grab something to eat?" Tim asked.

"Not right now," Heidi replied. "Maybe...maybe later."

Tim's embrace tightened, their lips met in a torrid, searching kiss, and their bodies pressed together.

"Let's go upstairs," Heidi suggested when the kiss finally ended. "We...we can get something to eat later...if we want to."

When they arrived in their bedroom, they tore at each other's clothes. Tim, as always, delighted in helping his wife undress and, as usual, enjoyed having Heidi undress him just as much.

When their clothes were off, the two lovers tumbled into the king-sized bed. Tim's lips immediately went to his wife's erecting nipples, and her hands sought his erection.

Together, they slowly, joyfully, explored, caressed, and excited each other. Tim found that he had little control. He needed Heidi badly.

Heidi, too, found her excitement rapidly building to a level of near-frenzy. She rolled on her back and pulled her husband on top of her.

Tim didn't have to be told what his wife needed. His erection, trapped between them, slid up her belly. Her rigid nipples, hot points of need, jabbed into his chest.

"Take me, darling!" Heidi urged, "Now!" Her voice, like her body, was teeming with urgency.

Tim raised his hips, then lowered them, and felt his rigid shaft slide into his wife's warm, damp cavern. He was in her!

"Yesssss!!! Oh, Tim!!! Oh, yessssss!!!!" Heidi groaned, "That's what I need!!!!"

Tim began to move his hips and, as their ardor multiplied, the couple rode breaking waves of jubilation, their bodies straining against each other, exchanging the utmost in erotic sensations.

Heidi's passion reached a crescendo, then blossomed into sweet, joyful explosions of bliss.

"Yessssssss!!!! Yesssssss!!! Darling, yesssssss!!!!!"she cried. "I'm commmmminnnnnnggggggg!!!! Take meeeeee, Tim!!! Take meeeeeeeeeee!!!!!! Take meeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!! Nowwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!! Nowwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!"

"Heidinn!!!! Oh, Heidi!!!!!!!" Tim cried, exploding his juices into his wife's rocking body.

Afterward, aglow from shared joy, they lay in each other's arms.

Heidi kissed Tim. "I really needed you!" she whispered. "God, did I ever!"

"I didn't realize how much I needed you when I got home tonight," Tim said. "But I sure did!" He took her in his arms and their lips locked in a longing, passionate kiss.

"Want to go again?" Tim asked when the kiss came to an end.

"I think, maybe, we both should get some rest," Heidi said. "After all, neither of us has gotten much sleep in the last twenty-four hours."

"You have a point," Tim replied. "I am kind of pooped." He yawned, then he pulled the covers over them, shut off the light, and they snuggled against each other and slept. 



Badge of Dishonor Ch. 29



Passion In James County X

Badge of Dishonor

By D.C. Roi

Chapter twenty-nine

Eileen Frenett and her friend Maude, unable to reach home in one night of driving, had checked into a motel.

Eileen, exhausted, had taken a bath and was lying on one of the two beds in the room, waiting for her friend to finish her shower. She was still feeling frightened and unsettled and was unable to fall asleep until Maude was someplace she could see her. She needed someone who could give her a sense of security, who could make her feel safe.

The bed sank as someone sat down on it. Eileen opened her eyes and looked up into the concerned face of her friend.

"Maude, I never really knew what being raped was like, even though I've talked to women who've gone through it. I...I feel so...so violated by what that animal did to me," Eileen whispered. "It...it's like he stole something from me, something I'm frightened I'll never get back."

"You can't expect anything better from a man. All men are pigs," Maude said bitterly, her voice husky. Her hand began moving soothingly over Eileen's nude body.

The woman's gentle touch comforted Eileen, but it also did much more. Fires of passion were ignited in her ravaged body. She sat up and laid her head on Maude's shoulder.

Maude put her arm around her friend and lover. "There, there," she said, "I'll take care of you. I know what you need."

Eileen looked into Maude's eyes and their faces moved slowly toward each other. Then, when their lips joined, Eileen felt wild feelings roiled inside her.

"Make love to me, Maude!" Eileen beseeched the older woman after their torrid kiss ended. "I need you to make love to me so badly! Make me forget what happened to me!"

"You know I will, my darling," Maude replied.

She lowered Eileen to the bed and began to kiss her neck and shoulders. Eileen was exultant. Maude's caresses were so wonderful! Desire grew to a fever pitch inside her as Maude's soft hands cupped her breasts, and her light kisses teased Eileen's flesh. The tips of her firm breasts strained and tingled. Then one super-sensitive tip was engulfed by warmth as Maude drew it into her mouth.

"Yessssss!!!! Ahhhhhhhh!!! Oh, darling, that feels so wonderful!!!" Eileen moaned. She felt Maude's hand traveling down over her belly, between her legs. When her friend found her clit and began caressing it, Eileen issued a loud groan and her back arched, lifting her torso off the bed. Her hips twisted and turned as Maude's hand whirled on her engorged clit. Then, without warning, the release Eileen had sought was hers.

"C-C-C-C-Commmmminnnnnnggggg!!! Oh, God, darling, I'm commminnnggggg!!!!" Eileen cried while explosion after explosion of joy shook her fine body. "Don't stop!!! My Goddddd!!! Don't ever stopppp!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

Maude continued kissing and caressing Eileen until her friend's need was sated. At last, when Eileen was calm, the two women lay locked in each other's arms on the bed.

"Make love to me again!" Eileen purred. The delight her friend had given her only whetted her appetite. She had to have more of the divine feelings Maude always gave her! "Please, Maude, darling, make love to me again!"

"I will, my darling," her lover replied. But instead of taking immediate action, she sat there, gazing at her friend for a few moments.

Eileen looked up at her friend. Maude's chest was rising and falling evenly with her breathing. She had huge breasts, and a very lush body. Her ample form was a stark contrast to Eileen's. Eileen had a slim, lovely physique, but looked almost boyish next to her companion.

"My God!" Eileen breathed as she beheld Maude's body. "I've seen you so many times, but I still can't get over how beautiful you are!"

She reached around for her lover's huge breasts. Though big, Maude's breasts were firm and sagged only slightly. Large, rosy circles capped them, and from the tips, thick nipples protruded.

Eileen's tiny hands traced the outline of her companion's breasts, drawing a low moan of pleasure from the other woman.

While Eileen's hands were adoring her breasts, Maude, caressed Eileen's small breasts, teasing the tips to straining tumescence. Eileen felt giddy and her legs began to tremble.

Maude pulled her companion into her arms and, they were once more locked in a warm embrace, their lips joining. As their tongues lashed, their bodies pressed together, warm flesh against warm flesh.

After the kiss was over, Maude rolled Eileen onto her back and began raining soft, teasing kisses everywhere on the woman's slender body. Her hair caressed Eileen, a silken touch that soon had Eileen writhing and straining with need.

A soft hand combed through Eileen's excitement-dampened pubic hair, then moved to the puffy lips of her vagina. Eileen felt as if she would explode as soft fingers gently teased her damp opening. Maude's soft, silken skin brushed against hers.

"Ohhhhhh, darling!!!!" Eileen moaned when first one of Maude's fingers, then two, slid into her. Her hips rose off the bed, seeking more of the exquisite pleasure her friend was bestowing on her. Her body fluttered with ecstasy as Maude's lips roamed over it. The fingers invading her began a slow, maddeningly wonderful thrusting. In and out, in and out, the arousing digits moved.

"Ahhhhhh!!!!" Eileen moaned when Maude's thumb came to rest on her ultra-sensitive clit. Eileen's hips went wild as she exploded in delight, her body arching off the bed, whirlpools of pleasure spinning from her loins into through her body.

"Yesssssss!!!! Yessssss!!! Yesssssss!!!" she cried. "Oh, Goddddddd!!! Oh, Godddddddd!!! Oh, Goddddddd!!! I'm cummmmminnnnnggggg!!!! Yesssssssss, darling!!!!! I'm cummmminnngggggggg!!!!"

Maude continued her caresses, her head lying on Eileen's flat belly, until the frantic movements of her lover's body calmed. Then Maude stretched out next to her and took her in her arms.

"Oh, God!" Eileen gushed, kissing her companion. "That was wonderful! So wonderful!"

Maude continued caressing Eileen, who couldn't believe how turned on she still was. She'd had two intense orgasms, and was being fired up with desire all over again! It took very little time for her companion's feather-light touches to have her writhing with passion once more.

"I need you so much!!!!" Eileen moaned, "So much!!!!!! Ohhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhh!!!"

Pleasure suffused her. It was as if she'd turned into one huge, super-sensitive pleasure nerve! After what that policeman had done to her, she desperately needed feel the way Maude made her feel! Maude cared about her, Maude would take care of her!

Soft lips were moving through her pubic hair, then her lover's tongue was exploring her vagina. It slid between the puffy, silken lips, circled the top of the opening, shocking Eileen with delight as it slid down between the folds of skin, teasing her opening. Once more, Eileen's back arched, her hips rising from the bed, as her body begged for more.

"Ahhhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhhh!!!" Eileen moaned, her mind awhirl with lust. "That's...so...wonderful!!! Don't...Ahhhh!!!! Don't stoppppp!!! Don't ever stopppppp!!!!"

Maude covered Eileen's dripping opening with her mouth, and her hands cupped her lover's firm buttocks, as her tongue slid and and out of Eileen's quivering pussy.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Eileen screamed, her hands tearing at the bedcovers, as yet another orgasm wracked her. "Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

By the time Maude finished with her, Eileen lay panting on the bed, more satisfied than she'd ever been in her life. Once more, her friend took her in her arms.

"Ohhhh!!! Maude!" Eileen gushed, "I've never, ever, felt anything like that! It was exactly what I needed!"

Eileen rolled atop Maude and kissed her, thrusting her tongue between Maude's lips where it met Maude's tongue and dueled with it. Thrills raced through both of them.

The kiss over, Eileen began kissing down over her lover's neck onto the statuesque woman's chest. Eileen licked the rosy area around the base of one nipple, watching the finger-thick bud swell out of the flesh that surrounded it. Once the nipple had stiffened, Eileen took it in her mouth.

"Yesssss!!!! Oh, darling, yessssss!!!!" Maude groaned, her hands tangling in Eileen's hair, pulling her lover's face tighter against her breasts.

Eileen thoroughly kissed and caressed each of the magnificent globes, causing her lover's chest to heave wonderfully. Once she'd accorded each of those fine breasts adequate attention, Eileen began kissing her way down over the older woman's rounded belly. Maude's body was soft and silky, not hard and hairy like the bodies of men were.

"My darling!" Maude moaned as Eileen loved her. Her body began writhing on the bed.

Eileen moved her hands and lips through Maude's full kinky mass of pubic hair, onto her groin. She paused, then began exploring Maude's vagina. She touched the folds of flesh surrounding the vagina and heard her friend gasp with delight. Maude was soaking wet with excitement and her hips rolled as Eileen touched her.

Eileen slipped a finger into her friend's body, feeling the fiery warmth of the older woman's need. She found, and toyed with, Maude's erect clit, which was surprisingly large and swollen.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!" Maude moaned, her hips jerking. "Please!!! Please my darling!!! Take me!!! Take meeeeeeeeeee!!!!"

Eileen did just that. Inserting two slim fingers into the older woman's opening, she began licking Maude's turgid clit, then sucked it between her lips.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!" Maude's body began to thrash wildly. "My Darling!!!!!! That's itttttt!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

Eileen kept up her caresses until Maude's violent motions stilled and the other woman lay quiet on the bed.

"Come up here so I can hold you," Maude whispered, and Eileen did. As they lay there, Their arms and legs entwined, the sated women soon fell asleep.



Badge of Dishonor Ch. 30



Passion In James County X

Badge of Dishonor

By D.C. Roi

Chapter thirty

"Don't screw this up," Rod's lawyer told him while they were walking out of the courthouse after Rod's arraignment the next day. He had made what he thought was an eloquent plea to get his client released on conditions, even though he believed the judge would set high bail. He was stunned when Judge Gephart bought his arguments and released the accused trooper on conditions, but then Judge Gephart had been getting pretty senile the past few years. "I'm not sure why the judge let you out on conditions, but I'm not about to complain," the lawyer continued. "The thing is, you better do exactly what the judge told you to do, or you're going to be back in the slammer, probably for the rest of your life."

"Yeah, sure," Rod said. "I heard what he said. I can't drink and I gotta stay away from my wife and kids, and from that fucker on the Sheriff's Department who's been screwing my wife, right?"

"Yes, and you have to check in personally at the Highway Patrol office at seven in the morning and six at night," his lawyer said. "And no drinking! That's important."

Rod walked out of the back door of the courthouse and got into his pickup truck. "Where the fuck am I going to go?" he wondered. Then a cold smile formed on his face. "Wanda!" he said out loud.

He fired up his truck and pulled out of the courthouse parking lot, headed for Wanda Dawes' house. On the way, he drove by the house where he and his family lived and got a gun he had taken off a drug dealer he busted and stashed away to use as a throwaway he could plant on a suspect, if necessary.

Then he drove to a nearby store and bought a twelve-pack of beer. "Fuck the judge!" he thought as he sucked down a beer while driving down the street.

Wanda Dawes, dressed in a lime green jumpsuit that clung to her ample curves, was heading for the kitchen to begin making dinner when she heard her doorbell ringing. She went to the front door, opened it and found Rod Billingham standing there, holding a twelve-pack of beer in his hands.

Rod looked a mess. He hadn't shaved in a couple of days while, his clothes were disheveled, and there was a wild look in his eyes. Wanda was frightened by what she saw.

"Hey, baby!" Rod exclaimed, "You look pretty fucking good. I like the outfit."

Wanda was stunned. Her husband had told her about the trouble Rod was in and she thought he was in jail. "What...what are you doing here, Rod?" she stammered.

"You wanna have a beer with me?" Rod asked.

"Ah...Rod...you...you have to leave," Wanda said. She didn't know why Rod was there and was afraid. If he'd raped one woman and shot at the cops like her husband said he did, then he was dangerous, and there was no telling what he'd do to her.

Rod walked by her, into the living room. "Come on, baby, I don't want to drink alone. You don't mind having a beer with me, do you?" he asked. He set the six-pack down on the coffee table, opened a couple of cans of beer, and took along swallow from one of them.

"Rod, please, you have to leave," Wanda said.

Rod looked at her and a cold smile formed on his face. "You don't really mean that, baby," he said. "Not after all you and I have done. Come on, baby, have a beer."

Wanda was really frightened now. "Rod, stop it, I want you to leave!" she said. "Now!"

"Just as soon as you come across with what I want, baby," Rod said. He walked across the living room to where Wanda stood and grabbed one of her breasts. 

Wanda, trembling, barely able to breathe, pushed at his hand. "That hurts, Rod. Stop it!" she murmured.

"You have a choice," Rod said. "You can do this the easy way or do it the hard way. It doesn't matter to me. I'm gonna get what I want either way." He let loose a cold laugh. "Remember, baby, I got nothing to lose. Not a fuckin' thing."

Wanda was filled with fear and felt herself trembling. "Rod! You can't be serious!" she said. "You...you wouldn't..."

Without warning, Rod ripped open the top of her jumpsuit, baring her braless breasts. "You better believe I'm serious, baby," he growled. "You don't have any idea how serious I am!"

Wanda was filled with panic and so confused she couldn't think straight.

"Take your fucking clothes off, you goddamn cock-teasing bitch!" he ordered.

Trembling, Wanda pulled the pieced of the ripped jumpsuit together, trying to cover herself as best she could.

Rod said, "You got the idea now, don't you, baby?" He gestured with his finger. "Come here, bitch."

Like a zombie, Wanda moved toward him, too frightened to do anything else.

"Get down on your knees, you fucking cunt!" Rod ordered.

Wanda sank to her knees on the rug in front of Rod and watched him unzip his pants and pull out his erect penis.

"There you go babe?" he said proudly, "You like my fuck-pole, don't you?"

Wanda stayed quiet. She just knelt there, hugging her arms across her breasts.

"Don't you?" Rod repeated, his voice louder. "Tell me, bitch!"

"Yes," Wanda replied softly. "I...I like it."

"Suck it!" Rod demanded.

"What?" Wanda asked. She was so frightened she didn't hear his demand.

Rod raised his hand, as if he were going to slap her. Wanda cringed. "I said suck it, bitch!" he yelled. "You heard me! Suck my cock!"

Wanda did as she was told. "This can't be happening!" she thought. "This has to be a nightmare." She took his cock in her mouth and began to lick and suck it, moving her mouth up and down on it as quickly as possible, hoping to get this repugnant scene over with as soon as possible. Maybe then he'd leave and let her alone.

"Oh, baby!" Rod groaned as her lips moved on him. "That's it!!! You're some cock sucker!!!"

He grabbed Wanda's head in his hands and began to fuck himself into her mouth. Luckily for Wanda, he wasn't all that big, or he might have hurt her. Even so, his motions were so violent her jaws began to ache.

After what seemed like an eternity, Rod stiffened, moaned, and spurted his hot, sticky fluids into the woman's mouth. Then he left go of her head, staggered backward a few steps, and collapsed on the sofa.

Wanda, gagging, let herself collapse on the floor, spitting out as much of his seed as she could. She needed a bath, wanted to rinse her mouth out, wanted to remove every trace of him from her body.

When she felt she could speak, she sat up and asked, "Are...are you going to leave now, Rod?" she asked.

Rod sat up and smiled coldly at her. "You got to be kidding, baby!" he replied. "Now we're gonna go upstairs and I'm gonna fuck that fine bod of yours, just like always. You got that?"

Wanda nodded weakly. She couldn't believe this was happening. Why had she been so stupid as to get involved with him in the first place?

"Come on, bitch!" Rod said. "Get up off the goddamn floor and get your fuckin' ass upstairs."

"Honey, I...Jesus H. Christ!" a new male voice said.

State Patrol Sergeant Ernie Dawes, aware he'd been ignoring his wife lately, experienced a rare burst of romanticism. He stopped at a little flower shop on his way home from work and bought some flowers to surprise her. He knew that their marriage was going through a rocky period and, after he saw what happened to Rod Billingham, he decided he better try to be a better husband.

He'd intended to surprise his wife, but, while he stood in the front doorway of his house, dumbfounded, staring at the two people in his living room, he was the one who was surprised. He saw his wife's ripped outfit and the shiny substance on her face. He also saw that Rod Billingham was sitting on his sofa, with his limp cock hanging out of his unzipped pants. As understanding of what must have happened began to sink in, Ernie's hand automatically started moving toward the holstered gun on his belt. "Don't move, Billingham!" he said. "Get on your face on the ground!"

Rod was surprised to see the sergeant standing in the doorway between the living room and kitchen. "Fuck you, Dawes!" he yelled. He jumped to his feet and his hand went behind him, reaching for the gun stuck behind his belt. He grabbed it, pulled it out, and pointed at the sergeant. "You're gonna fuckin' die, Ernie!" he screamed, "then I'm gonna fuck your old lady right next to your cooling body!"

"Rod, don't do this!" Ernie Dawes said as he continued to draw his weapon. "You're in enough trouble already, if you..." He was having a hard time processing what he was seeing. It wasn't possible that Rod Billingham, a man he worked with, a man he'd been in tough situations with, was doing this, and that Rod would actually try to shoot him. His gun came out of his holster and started to raise. "Drop the gun, Rod!" he ordered, "Do it now!"

"Fuck you, Ernie!" Rod growled. He pulled the trigger.

Ernie Dawes pulled the trigger on his weapon at the same time something slammed into his chest, knocking him back against the door jamb. He continued pulling the trigger as he gasped for breath and, even though is vision was blurred, he could see red holes appearing on Rod Billingham's chest. He could also hear his wife screaming over the gun's loud explosions.

Finally, even though he was still pulling the trigger, all he heard was clicks. Rod Billingham wasn't standing in front of him anymore and Ernie was confused. He wasn't sure where the other man had gone. All he could hear was his wife screaming and the clicking of his empty gun. Finally, with his hands trembling, the sergeant reached for the radio microphone attached to his shoulder and pressed the button on it.

"James...Jamestown from...from 305," Ernie croaked. "Off...officer needs help...shots fired...off...officer down, armed...armed suspect. Need...need an...an ambulance. Been...been shot!"

"Jamestown to 305!" the dispatcher replied, his voice showing strain. "What is your location, 305?"

"Ho...home...my...home," Ernie replied, barely able to talk. "Help...help me!" His empty gun fell from his hand and thumped to the carpeted floor. The sergeant, no longer able to stand, slid to a sitting position on the floor, leaning against the door casing. He fought against the blackness threatening to overwhelm him.

"Jamestown to all available patrol units!" Ernie vaguely heard the dispatcher yell. "We have an officer down, shots fired, Sergeant Dawes' residence!"

While unit after unit told dispatch they were responding to the Dawes residence, with the sound of screaming sirens in the background, Ernie Dawes slipped into unconsciousness.

Tim Jackman burst into Alex's office. "Dispatch just picked up a call from the Patrol," he said. "They're responding to an officer down, shots fired, call at the Dawes residence. Ernie Dawes is a sergeant on the patrol, and he lives in our jurisdiction, just outside town."

"You know anything else?" Alex asked.

"No," Tim said. "I think I better get some of my people rolling on the call, don't you?"

"Get your duty detective team started," Alex said, standing up and taking his gun out of his desk drawer and clipping it to his belt. "The closest patrol unit, and the lab people, too. I have a feeling we're going to need their help."



Badge of Dishonor Ch. 31



Passion In James County X

Badge of Dishonor

By D.C. Roi

Chapter thirty-one

Lise hadn't been back to work since Rod's death, which had occurred three weeks earlier. First there was the funeral, which was the most horrible experience she'd ever been through, even worse than being shot at. Then, after that, she'd been busy setting up therapy appointments for the kids, and getting them - and herself - adjusted to the fact that they would be spending the rest of their lives without Rod.

The kids were starting to adjust, at least that's what the therapist told her. And she was starting to adjust, too. She was seeing a therapist, who was helping her make strides toward recovery. Sheriff Martin had been a big help, and his wife and the wives of other deputies had been a lot of support for her.

What bothered her the most was that she hadn't seen Luke since the day of the shooting. She had heard he'd gone back to work and that he had moved into a new apartment. She decided she had to see him before she returned to work, so she drove to his apartment.

She sat in her car in front of the apartment building where Luke lived for quite a while, working up the courage to go to the door. Finally, she got out walked up the sidewalk, and knocked on the door.

Luke opened the door and smiled nervously. "Lise!! It...it's good to see you," he exclaimed. "I...I've been thinking about you a lot. Are...are you all right?"

"Is...is it OK that I stopped by without calling?" Lise asked. She was elated to see the delight that had appeared in Luke's eyes when he saw her.

"Of course it is!" Luke said. "I...I kept telling myself I should call you, but...I...I guess I wasn't sure whether you wanted me to and all, you know..."

"How are you, Luke?" she asked, "Are...are you all right?"

"I...I'm fine, I...I've been back to work for a couple of weeks now," Luke replied. "I...I'm back on nights. I really am sorry I didn't call."

"You don't have to apologize," Lise said.

"Would...would you like a cup of coffee or something?" Luke asked.

Lise smiled. "I'd love a cup of coffee," she said. "Do you have any made?"

"I'll make some right away," Luke said, his heart pounding.

The two of them went into Luke's apartment. Lise sat at the kitchen table watching while Luke started the coffee maker.

As he worked, Luke looked at the woman sitting in his kitchen. She looked incredibly lovely, he thought, even prettier than he remembered. She was wearing a pale yellow blouse and snug acid-washed jeans.

He walked toward the table and as he did, Lise stood up. The next thing they knew, they were in each other's arms, kissing passionately.

"About that coffee..." Lise said after the kiss ended. She was having a lot of trouble breathing.

"It...it ought to...to be...finished," Luke replied. He went to the counter, poured a mug for each of them, and they sat down at the kitchen table.

"I've been thinking about you a lot, Luke," Lise said. "I..." She shrugged as she felt her face grow hot.

Luke felt his heart pounding. He was thrilled beyond belief by her admission. "I...I've been thinking about you a lot, too, Lise," he said. "Almost every day." He didn't tell her that every night on patrol he'd cruised by her parents' house several times. He kept wanting to stop, but wasn't sure she wanted him to.

Each of them took a sip of their coffee.

"How about you? Are you all right?" Luke asked and put his hand over Lise's.

"To be totally honest, I'm not, all right. Not completely, anyhow," Lise replied. "I'm scared, I...I don't know what's going to happen now, what I'm going to tell the kids about their father when they're older, and all, but..."

"I could see where you'd feel that way," Luke said. "But I...I'd like to help...if you want me to."

"I'd like that," Lise replied, smiling gently.

They sat silently for a while longer, sipping their coffee and looking at each other. Lise finally put her cup down, rested her chin on her folded hands, and smiled at Luke.

He looked back at her and thought she looked so pretty it was hard for him to breathe.

"Show me your apartment, Luke," she said. "I've always wondered what a bachelor's apartment looked like."

"OK," Luke said.

They got up and Luke showed her through the small apartment he'd rented. Lise was pleasantly surprised. Luke kept his apartment very neat. It was comfortably furnished and felt very cozy.

"This is a really nice place," Lise said. "I'm a little surprised at how neat it is, though."

"That's just me," Luke replied. "I've always been a neat freak."

He put his arm around her trim waist and Lise leaned against him. She liked the feel of his body against hers. She turned, put her hands on his face, and pulled him down into a wild kiss. When the kiss ended, they stepped apart and began fumbling with each other's clothing.

Luke realized his hands were trembling as he unbuttoned Lise's blouse and slipped it from her. "You aren't wearing a bra!" he gasped. His hands wrapped around her breasts.

When Luke touched her breasts, such intense pleasure flooded through Lise that she was afraid she'd faint from sheer joy.

"Do...do you have any idea how wonderful it feels when you touch me?" she murmured.

"Probably about as wonderful as it feels for me to be touching you," Luke whispered. He led her into his bedroom, guided her to the bed and laid her down. He laid down next to her, leaned over, and began planting kisses all over her chest. In turn, he took each of her tender nipples into his mouth, his tongue and lips drawing each bud out to full, swollen, tingling hardness.

"Oh, Luke!" Lise moaned, "I love that!" Her body was rapidly filling with sensations she hadn't believed existed before she met Luke. As his lips and tongue teased her breasts, his hand slid across her smooth belly and undid her jeans. Then his hand slid deeper into the opened garment, causing the zipper to buzz down, easing access for his seeking hand as it slid through her soft, curly pubic hair.

"Yesssss!!! Oh, Luke, yesssssss!!!" she moaned, her hips lifting, offering her body to his touch.

His lips began moving down the satiny smooth under slopes of her breasts, building thrill upon incredible thrill. Her hips rolled and strained, seeking more of his touch. Lise reached down and pushed her jeans down over her flared hips.

"Ohhhhh!!! God, Luke!!" she murmured, "You're so gentle! How can you be so gentle?"

Luke heard her cries of joy, and continued his ever-so-tender explorations. His need for her was as great as it had ever been but, for some reason, he had control. He wanted this to be a time she'd never forget. He tongued her navel, bringing a gasp of delight from her.

"Oh, Luke! You're making me crazy!!" Lise whimpered. "Don't...don't ever stop!"

Luke had no intention of stopping. He was as turned on as he had ever been. Lise was so ravishing, so responsive, that every time he touched her, it thrilled him more.

"Lise, I need you so badly!" he murmured, "You are exquisite!"

"I...I'm glad you think so," Lise murmured. "Ohhhhh!!! Ohhhhhh!!!" Moans of delight were elicited from her as his fingers began exploring her need-soaked vagina, parting the sensitive lips, sliding between them. Explosion after explosion of bliss shook her as his probing fingers moved over her clit. "Ahhhhhhh!!! Darling!!! That's wonderful!!! Oh, darling!!! Darling!!!!" she cried.

Luke's hands and lips continued their gentle explorations, driving her still wilder.

"Please!!!! Please, Luke!!!" she begged at last, able to wait no more, "I want you!!! Luke!!! Luke!!! Take me!! Please, Luke!!! Take me!!!"

Thrilled by Lise's urgent pleas, Luke moved his body over hers.

Lise reached between them and guided his throbbing, erect shaft into her.

"Yessssss!!! Yessssss!!!" she moaned. Her hips rose off the bed as her hot, pulsing vagina engulfed Luke's descending shaft which, as it, filled her, was giving her the most wonderful feelings. "That's what I needed!!! Darling!!! Oh, darling!!!"

Slowly, deeply embedded in Lise's exquisite body, Luke began to move. The clasping walls of her vagina caused him painfully sweet sensations as he slid in and out of her. He was excited beyond belief. He couldn't stand moving slowly for long. His body overpowered his mind and he began moving more and more rapidly.

"Yessssss!!! Yesssss!!! Darling, yessssss!!!" Lise groaned, "Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!! I'm going to...I'm, I'm commmmminnnnngggggg!!! I'm commmmmminnnnnngggggg!!! Oh, Luke!!! Oh, yessssssssssssssssss!!!! Yesssssssssssssss!!!!!!"

Lise's spasms and quivers drew Luke with her. "Uhhhhhhhhhh!!! Uhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" he moaned as the exhilarating sensations of orgasm washed over him and his penis emptied a powerful shower of his hot fluids into Lise's writhing body.

Luke and Lise lay naked in his bed, still flushed with the afterglow of their wonderful joining. Luke couldn't have Lise lying next to him and keep his hands off her lovely body. His fingers moved softly on her breasts, teasing a semi-hard nipple.

Lise squirmed as Luke's feather-like touch sent new tingles of delight through her. "You never stop, do you?" she whispered.

"Not if I can help it," Luke replied. He rolled over and kissed her.

Lise returned the kiss and pressed her body against his. His hands slid around her, then ran lightly up and down the skin of her back, causing thrills to penetrate deep into her.

"Ohhhhh!!! Uhhhhh!!! Ahhhhh!!!" she gasped joyfully while his seeking, searching hands glided over her, his touch so incredibly light and tender it almost made her cry.

Luke's kisses moved down her neck, onto her chest.

Lise's body strained upward, offering her breasts to Luke's tender, maddening caresses. "Yessss!!! Oh, yessssss!!!!" she moaned when his lips moved up the slope of one fleshy globe, teasing, tickling, then engulfing the re-erected tip. She experienced yet another flood of tingling, electric sensations.

Luke's lips eventually moved downward, sliding from her breasts down across her quaking body. He began stroking her legs as his lips wandered over her.

Lise experienced an explosion of incredible bliss when his mouth covered her pulsing vagina and his tongue began lashing her clit and probing into her quivering hole.

"Luke!!! Oh, God, Luke!!!" she cried. Sweet sensations filled her, sensations so intense she was afraid she'd come.

Luke, sensing how close she was, backed off, kissing and licking the less-sensitive skin surrounding her vagina, stroking her legs. He maintained her high level of excitement, but held her at the very brink of bliss. Her hips writhed and rose and fell as he loved her.

Lise wasn't the only one at the outer limits of control. The feel of her, the sounds of passion escaping her mouth, and her taste had all combined to have Luke, too, hovering at the edge of orgasm once again. Lise was too lovely. He raised his head from between her smooth, white legs, then climbed between them. He lowered his hips and as if drawn by an irresistible force, his erection slid into her.

"I need you!!! Yessss, Luke!!! I need you!!!" Lise cried, grabbing at his back. "It feels so wonderful when you're in me!!"

They thrashed against each other wildly, writhing, their pubic bones banging together, sensation upon sensation exploding out of their joined centers, radiating out into their bodies, flowing back and forth. It was as if they'd fused into one pulsing, seeking, sensual carnal entity.

"Take me, Luke!!! Please!!! Please!!!" Lise begged, about to come. "Please!!! I want to feel you come with me!!! Please!!! Please!!! Yesssss!!! Yesssss!!! I...I can't stop myself!!! Oh, God!!! It's...it's happening!!!! Yessssssss!!!! Yesssssssss!!!! Yesssss!!! Oh, darling, yessssssssssss!!!!!"

"Lise!!! Oh, God, Lise!!!" Luke cried, his body going rigid, his eruption so intense he could feel it from the tips of his toes to the roots of his hair.

His passion spent, Luke held himself over her, then rolled to his side and pulled her into his arms, loving the way her body snuggled against his.

"I can't get enough of you," Lise said. "The more we make love, the more I want to make love."

"I know," Luke agreed, "it's that way for me, too. I don't ever want to stop doing this."

"Luke, is...is all this real?" she asked, "Or is this just some kind of wonderful dream? Are we just...just allowing ourselves to be swept up in something physical?"

Luke kissed her long and hard. Holding her face in his strong hands, he said, "If I didn't think this was real, I wouldn't be here. And it isn't just physical. Lise, I...I am in love with you, I need you. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. And I really want to be a father to your kids, if you'll let me. It sure isn't anything I expected, but I know there's no way I can live without you."

Thrilled by his words, Lise clung to him, tears of joy welling up in her eyes and rolling down her cheeks. Never, in her whole life, had she felt this wonderful. "I love you, too," she said softly. "And...and I want to be with you forever, too."

They lay holding each other, for a long time, not talking, just enjoying the comfort of each other's body.

Luke tightened his arms around Lise after a while, and again they kissed. This time it was his turn to express something that had been bothering him. "You know," he said tentatively, "there are things you don't know about me, things maybe you ought to..."

Lise kissed him. "I don't care about what happened before we met, Luke," she murmured. "You are kind, considerate, and wonderful." She paused and smiled. "And you're far and away the best lover I've ever had. I want you! I want to be with you forever, no matter what!" She kissed him passionately and snuggled against him.

Their time together had to end. Lise needed to pick up the kids at day care, and Luke had to get ready for work, so she tore herself away from him and headed for her house. She did let him know she wouldn't' mind if he stopped by after he finished his shift.

Lise made supper for her kids, listening to their excited stories about the way the other kids had reacted to their return to daycare. All the while she kept recalling the ecstasy she'd shared with Luke earlier in the day.

After the kids were in bed, Lise sat in her living room, watching TV and waiting nervously to hear from Luke. The phone rang, startling her. She picked it up. "Hel...hello?"

"I love you," Luke said.

"I love you, too," she replied, delighted to hear his voice.

"I'm just about finished with my paperwork. I'll see you in about fifteen minutes," Luke told her. "That is, if the invitation still stands."

"Of course it does. The kids are in bed," Lise said. "Want me to start some coffee?"

"OK," Luke said.

In what seemed like seconds, he walked into her kitchen through the back door. Lise ran to him and he scooped her up in his arms. She kissed him wildly and locked her arms around his neck.

Luke finally set her back on her feet.

Lise looked the man she now knew was the first man she really loved and who really loved her. "Make love to me, Luke!" she said. "Now!"

"Here?" Luke looked surprised. "What about the kids?"

"I told you, they're in bed," Lise said. "Anyhow, they might as well get used to the idea of your being around, because if I have anything to say about it, you will be, from now on!"

Luke picked her up in his arms and again their lips met. Holding her carefully, as if she were a child he walked through the kitchen, toward the stairs.

"I feel like a new bride," Lise whispered in his ear. "I think that for the first time since I met you, I really believe there is a future for us."

"A future for us," Luke said. "I like the sound of that."

Up the stairs they went, into the master bedroom. Luke put Lise down on the bed, then he began unbuttoning her blouse. She opened his shirt, too, then both of them were naked from the waist up. She moved against him, her erect nipples pressing against his chest, sending ripples of sensual delight rushing through both of them.

She didn't want to wait, so she backed off, undid his belt, then opened his pants, which slid down his slim hips. Then she pushed off his underpants and left his standing nude in front of her, his huge erection bobbing like a fishing pole. Her soft, warm hand encircled the fleshy cudgel and began stroking it.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!" Luke groaned, heat beginning to fill his body. He somehow managed to get her jeans off, the, he cupped her lovely body in his hands and pulled her against him. His shaft slid between her lovely legs and he felt her wet opening caress it as her ass tightened in his hands.

"The bed!!!" Lise gasped, "Let's get in bed!"

Luke laid her down, laid down next to her, and immediately moved his lips to her swollen breasts, mouthing the nipples, hardening them, sucking them until Lise felt so good she could hardly breathe.

"Ohhhhh!!! God!!!" Lise gushed, her body arching and twisting. She really did feel like a bride on her wedding day. Luke was her man, he loved her, and he said they'd always be together!

Luke's lips continued to move on her. Down the valley between her breasts, across the area where they rose from her slim chest, and on down her abdomen. Lise clawed at the sheets, her toes clenching, her legs trembling.

Slowly, spreading delight through her body, Luke's lips kept moving, ever downward on her. They trailed fire across her belly, then he tongued her navel. Lise gasped, her head rolling from side to side.

"Ohhhhhh!!! Luke!!! I love you!! You make me feel so good!!!" she groaned.

"I'm glad," he replied, then continued his delicious exploration of her body. Into the Vee between her legs he moved, and Lise's body shook. She spread her legs, opening herself to him. Her hips thrust upward, her vagina glistening with dewy droplets of excitement.

"Touch me!! Please, Luke, touch me!!!" she cried.

"I will, honey, in time," he said.

His hands and lips moved over her, caressing her smooth inner thighs, up one, then the other. Lise was so turned on that the muscles of her legs quivered uncontrollably. Nearer and nearer his caresses came to her palpitating center. Her body arched, her hips no longer in contact with the bed.

"Please, darling!!!" she moaned, "Don't tease me!!! I need you!!!"

Softly, he blew on her swollen, sucking vagina. The effect on Lise was as if she'd been given an electric shock. "Kiss meeeeeeee!!! Kiss meeeeeee!!! Yessssss!!!! Please!!!!" she cried.

Luke extended his tongue and gently, softly, licked up through her vaginal crevice. He loved the sweet taste of her. Lise's arched so powerfully she feared she would break in two.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" she cried as Luke's mouth covered her sopping sex. "Yessssssss!!! Oh, darling yesssssssss!!! I'm commmmminnnnnnggggggg!!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhddddddddddd!!! I'm commmmmminnnngggggg!!!! Oh, Luke!!! Oh, Luke!!! Oh, Luke!!!"

He grasped her hips and held on as she bucked through her intense orgasm. When her motions finally slowed, he lowered her gently to the bed. His shaft as rigid as a marble statue, Luke stretched out on the bed next to his lover. She rolled over and smiled at him.

"I really love you!" she said. "That...that was incredible! What about you?"

"I'm still here," he replied, smiling.

"Lay back," she told him, "it's my turn."

Luke rolled on his back and Lise began to make love to him the way she'd never before made love to a man. She kissed and licked his nipples until they stood out like tiny fingers on his chest. Then her lips moved down his body, toward his towering shaft. She reached out cupped it, and began stroking it.

"You...you'd better be careful!" Luke said, his voice filled with urgency, "You're liable to make a mess if you aren't careful!"




Badge of Dishonor Ch. 31



"Wouldn't want that," Lise said. "I want all that lovely stuff of yours in me." She discovered, to her surprise, that making love to him was as exciting to her as it seemed to be to him. She loved the way his hips were moving, the urgency she felt as her hands and lips moved over him. She needed him!

Trembling, she slid her lovely body atop his, trapping his shaft between them. Then she raised her hips and felt the tip of his erection slide along her sensitized labia.

Luke thrust upward, and the head of his throbbing shaft entered her. Neither of them could wait any more. Their hips pounded together, intense sensations ripped through them, and they both moaned with joy.

"Ohhhhhhh!!!" Lise moaned, pushing her body up on outstretched arms, continuing to rotate and move her hips.

"Oh, God, Lise, I can't wait!!!" Luke moaned. His hands cupped her bobbing breasts and his thumbs rubbed the nipples as his hips drove up off the bed.

"I'm commmmmminnnnngggggg, baby!!!" he moaned, spewing his molten, sticky fluids into her.

"Yessssssss!!!! Yessssssss!!! Yessssssss!!!" Lise cried, coming. "I'm commmmminnnnnnggggg!!! I'm commmminnnnnngggg, toooooooo!!!! Yesssssssssss!!! Yesssssssss!!!! Yesssssssss!!!!!"

Afterward, they rolled into each other's arms and slept soundly. It was the first night of the rest of their lives.