I’m used to the blurry alcoholic nights. The ones where you stumble and puke, and fuck and fight, until you find yourself laying down face first in a ditch. Yeah, I’m used to that kind of shit. I actually thought that kind of thing was fun for a while. That is, until I met my Virginia.

She’s sweeter than sugar, softer than vanilla ice cream, and spicier than panaeng curry. Of course, I’m feeling pretty blessed right now. In fact, I couldn’t even get to sleep last night because I was too exhilarated from the night before. There’s so much shit I want to do with this girl now. I have this weird feeling like I need to tell her all my wildest dreams. She makes me want to live. I ain’t ever had that kind of a feeling before.

It’s scary as hell, but sometimes you have to jump right now. If she ends up hurting me, so be it. Everything that happens in life, happens for a reason. There’s nothing different about this.

When I wake up, I expect her to be gone. I expect that the warm body that I feel underneath my arms is nothing more than a pillow that she switched from under me. But I press my body forward and I feel her ass against my cock, and it’s confirmed: she’s still here. I kiss her back and smell her again, like a breath of fresh air.

“Mm, I could get used to this,” I say. I kiss her cheek and crawl on top of her, opening my eyes. She presses her ass up against me some more.

“Then get used to it, big boy. Show me what you’ve got,” she says, sleepy, but clearly horny.

I push myself inside and immediately feel her warmth. I grab her tits and hold them firm in my hands. I push in and out, in and out, until finally, I cum.

“That was quick,” she laughs, jumping out of bed. I slap her ass before she can get away.

“I gotta go to work, dammit. Last day on the stakeout,” I tell her. I shouldn’t be telling her any of this shit. But she’s so far away from this case that I doubt it even matters. Though, if Adam knew I was telling any woman our information, he’d have me fired in an instant. The bastard. Of course he’d do me in.

I hear the sink running and finally she comes out. “That’s fine,” she says, smiling big. She pounces on me like a cat and kisses my lips, covering me in her hair. “I have to visit some friends, anyway.”

“Friends?” I ask her. “When are you going to invite me out with them?”

“I don’t know if you’d get along,” she says, jumping back off and grabbing her clothes.

“Why, ‘cause I’m a cop?” I start to get a little annoyed and a little hurt.

“Exactly,” she laughs.

“What the hell is everyone’s problem with us?” I bark. “It’s like the world’s turned on all of us now. I don’t get it.”

“You ruin people’s fun.” She shrugs, cold as ice. “Not you. Calm down, Marshall. You’re different, of course. I’m just saying. If there’s something exciting happening in this country, there’s usually some police there bringing people down a notch.”

I groan, but don’t actually say anything. She’s probably right, anyway. When’s the last time I went to a party? She’s younger than me. She knows what it’s like. I’m so outside of the spectrum, it’s crazy. But why can’t people just wait to go to a good bar, and relax?

“Last night was perfect,” she says, with honest eyes. She still looks stunning. “Let’s do it again soon. Please.”

“Just call me when you’re free,” I say. She kisses me again and then messes up my hair.

“Bye, Marshall.”

“Bye.” The door closes. “Baby...”

* * *

Back in Adam’s car, back to this stakeout business, I feel my boredom start to kick in again. “You think this is it?” I ask him, eyeing him carefully. “Is this the big day?”

He smiles, looking cocky. He pulls off to the side and parks near the old bar we’ve been racking up a bill in. “This is our big day,” he says. “I can feel it.”

“Good,” I say. “It’s good to feel things every now and then.”

“You don’t think I’m right do you?” he asks. “You think I’m going to fuck this up. I may be newer than you, but I know a thing or two about criminals. I studied them in college.”

He makes me laugh. Every time he speaks, he reveals a whole new part of himself that I’ve never heard before. “College?” I look at him.

“Yes, sir. Four years at the University down here,” he says, proud of his achievements. I suppose he should be in a way. “Criminal Psychology. It was difficult, but I came out with a real understanding of the criminal mind.”

“Oh, come on, Adam. You came out with your head in your ass, from too much partying. Don’t try to talk to me about college. You don’t fully understand the criminal mind until you’ve lived with criminals. Not until you’ve been subject to their bullshit, day in and day out, do you understand what kind of people they are,” I say. I motion for the lady to come over so we can order some steaks and a drink. “Besides, these are bank robbers. This ain’t some Silence of the Lambs type of shit.”

“How you doing, sweeties?” the waitress asks us.

Adam groans. I take the liberty to respond nicely. “Well, we’re doing pretty good over here, only my friend and I have a bet we’d like you to settle,” I say.

“A bet?” her eyebrows begin to rise. She’s intrigued. “What kind of a bet?”

“Well, my partner here said he thought you were around 40,” I begin to say. Adam looks mortified. I love playing games with him. He’s so sensitive. I continue, “But I was saying you must be only about 29. Which one us is right?”

“Oh you!” she slaps my arm with the menu and I laugh friendly with her. “I’m 57. You’re both wrong. You owe me a drink!”

“Ha!” I slap the table. “A drink it is, honey.”

“What’re you having?” she asks.

“Two steaks. Medium rare. Two beers. Uncooked please,” I wink.

“Coming right up,” she smiles.

“You always gotta drink, don’t you?” he shakes his head.

Just before I can shrug, my damn radio goes off and it’s not sounding good. “God damn!” one officer yells. “They got it guys, pursuit in process.”

I grab the radio and call in. “Don’t let them out of your sights, dammit!”

“Female in pursuit. I repeat, female in pursuit!” the radio beckons. A female? Well, I’ll be…

“Sorry honey, we gotta get out of here. Here’s some cash for you. Thank you, kindly,” I say, running out of the bar. I turn to Adam who looks completely shocked and say, “You owe me two steaks and two beers, dumbass.”