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Last Sunday morning, I went outside to get my newspaper from the end of the driveway. It’s the only day of the week that really has a decent paper anymore, and the crap they print really isn’t worth reading anyway. It’s no wonder everyone is getting their news online these days! Anyway, as I leaned over to pick it up, I thought I heard a faint noise that sounded like a meow. I glanced around and saw nothing, so I proceeded back up the driveway toward the garage. I heard the noise again, only this time it was a little louder. Once again, I looked around, and saw a small white cat emerge from the bushes alongside the driveway.
“Hello.” I said quietly.
The cat meowed again, only this time quite loudly and earnestly. I’ve had many cats over the years, and strays always seem to show up at my house for some reason. It’s like there is this invisible sign that says, “Eat at Jack’s Place” or something. I’ve had enough cats that I can recognize their gender by looking at their facial features, and this appeared to be a small female.
“Hello, Pretty Girl.” I said in a friendly voice, as I knelt down. “C’mere.”
She approached me with only a slight bit of trepidation, and I reached my hand out. She sniffed my hand and apparently smelled some of my other cats on it. She began purring affectionately as she figure-eighted me repeatedly.
“Want some food?” I inquired.
She obviously knew that word, as she began bellowing incessantly at me. I chuckled and continued toward the garage and around to the back door, with her chattering excitedly as she tagged along behind me. I opened the back door, and she eagerly darted inside the house. I knew she had to be hungry, so I tapped on the side of the food bowl. Within seconds, she was chowing down on the dry food that my other cats shared.
I now took the opportunity to get a good look at her. She was young; still a big kitten really, as opposed to a small cat, and she was absolutely gorgeous! Her white fur was beginning to show tones of beige to it, and I could see faint fawn markings on her paws, face and tail, but she was no pointed Siamese. She glanced up at me momentarily, and got a glimpse of her beautiful ice blue eyes. She was too old to still have kitten eyes, so this was the final giveaway. She was a fawn-point Tonkinese; a fairly new and very expensive breed of cat. What in the hell was she doing in my yard?!
After close to five minutes, she finished eating and approached me; meowing and figure-eighting in front of me again. I picked her up, and she snuggled against me, draping over my left shoulder and purring like a well-oiled knitting machine. She was very sweet, and I took an immediate liking to her. Her fur was clean and dry; not oily like a stray would have, and I knew she belonged to someone, but to whom? This was the first day in almost a week that it was not raining, and I wondered if the poor thing could have gotten lost and then huddled somewhere all of that time. If so, it was no wonder she was so hungry! Poor little kitten!
I turned my computer on and checked my email, to see if there were any notifications from the online neighborhood community, but there were none. I decided to log in and post an alert about a found cat anyway, in the event she belonged to someone locally. I showed her the litter box, and got ready to go grocery shopping and run some additional errands. The cat had already made herself completely at home, by curling up on the kitchen table. Since I was single and ate in front of the TV anyway, I didn’t mind.
I left the house and headed for the grocery store, but once I got onto the main road, I was suddenly chagrined to see multiple flashing lights in various colors ahead of me. I slowed to a stop at the roadblock and rolled my window down.
“What’s up?” I inquired of the attractive female officer, who was directing traffic to detour via a side street.
“Truck took out a power pole.” she explained, giving me a very pleasant smile. “Wires are laying across the road. You’ll have to go through this neighborhood to get around it. Just go up two blocks or so, and you’ll be past it.”
I glanced at her quickly, and she was extremely attractive. Her blonde hair was pulled into a high ponytail, and her pale lavender lipstick accentuated her light hair and sharp features. Her name tag read J.M. Barlow.
“Sounds like you know the area pretty well.” I quipped, as I regained eye contact with her.
“I do.” she said with a laugh. “I live about half a mile away.”
I checked my rear view mirror quickly, to make sure there was still no one behind me. Since it was a Sunday morning, no additional vehicles had approached. Once again, I quickly established direct eye contact with her.
“Really?” I responded. “I haven’t seen you around before.”
“I moved here from Cincinnati about six weeks ago.” she explained. “They’ve had me on nights until two days ago.”
I caught some movement out of the corner of my eye, and saw a car approaching from behind, in my mirror.
“That explains it.” I replied. “Stay safe.”
“Maybe I’ll see you around!” she called out suddenly, pendik escort as my window rolled up.
I waved, as I pulled around and headed down the side street.
“I hope so.” I muttered to myself. “Damn, you’re hot! You can frisk me any day, Babe!”
I threaded my way through several side streets, until I found myself back at the main road. As I prepared to turn right, a sign on a telephone pole caught my attention. “Lost cat. Answers to Misty. Call Jenny at 555-1212.” To my astonishment, my little Tonkinese stray’s picture was underneath. At least it sure looked like her. What were the chances of there being two missing Tonkinese kittens in the area? It had to be the same cat. I felt a little let down, as I really liked her, but at the same time, Jenny was obviously missing her, and needed a phone call. I put the car in park and dialed the number. Not surprisingly, I got her voicemail.
“Hello, this is Jenny. I am sorry to have missed your call, but please leave a message and a return number, thank you.”
The voice sounded vaguely familiar, but in this day and age, with access to all sorts of media, that meant absolutely nothing. I waited for the beep and left a brief message of my own.
“Hi Jenny. My name is Jack, and I think I may have your cat. My number is-“
Suddenly, the phone beeped again, and the voicemail went dead. I tried calling back, but it said the box was full. Shrugging my shoulders, I resumed my errands and headed back home. I carried the groceries inside, and the little cat meowed happily at my return. I decided to see how she responded to the name on the sign.
“Hey Misty!” I called out.
She began meowing excitedly, and I knew she did in fact belong to Jenny, whoever the hell Jenny was. I tried calling the number again, and this time an automated voice told me the number had been temporarily disconnected. I was batting a thousand here, so I decided to look the number up online. To my surprise, it was a land line, so I had gotten an answering machine, and not a voicemail. That explained my getting cut off like that. I tried several reverse look-ups, and to my astonishment found one that actually listed the address. I jotted it down and entered into my car’s GPS. Seven minutes later, I was at the address. It was the same neighborhood I had been detoured through earlier that day. I rang the doorbell, but no one answered, so I retreated to the car and scribbled a note on a loose sheet of paper.
“Hi Jenny. My name is Jack and I have Misty. Call me at 867-5309.”
I folded the paper and slipped it into the jamb of the storm door. Several hours later, my cell phone rang. The number listed bore an out of state area code, so I answered with a bit of trepidation, as it was most likely a sales call.
“Hello?” I responded in a rather unenthusiastic tone.
“Is this Jack?!” a female voice inquired excitedly.
I immediately recognized it as that of the one on the answering machine.
“Yes,” I replied, “is this Jenny?”
“Yes! You have Misty?”
“I think so.” I answered. “She looks just like your cat, and when I called her that, she got really excited. She’s a perfect fawn-point Tonk. She’s absolutely gorgeous.”
“That’s her!” the woman burst out. “Oh Jack, you don’t know how much I’ve missed her! My sister gave her to me as a going away present before I moved here. She slipped out the door the other day when it was raining, and disappeared. I’ve been heartsick ever since.
“I just got in from work and saw your note in the door. Oh my god, you won’t believe how relieved I was! Can I pick her up at your place, or can you bring her here? I’ll give you money for gas and for a finder’s fee. Oh, I am so relieved!”
I smiled to myself. I understood her emotions, as I have lost many cats over the years; mostly due to old age and roving dogs. Only once did a missing cat return, and I remembered well, how relieved and happy I was when she showed up after several days.
“I’ll bring her to you,” I replied, “and there is no need to pay me for anything. I love cats too, and I know how much you must miss her.”
“Oh, but I’ll give you something!” she said desperately. “Please?”
“Okay, we’ll talk about it when I bring her back.” I said complacently, not wanting to push the issue over the phone. “I’ll be there shortly.”
I put Misty into one of my other cat’s carriers, and returned to the address. To my surprise, there was a patrol car in the driveway, and I was beginning to put two and two together. The familiar voice, J.M. Barlow on the cop-ette’s name tag… could that J.M. be Jenny M. Barlow?
I didn’t have long to ponder the idea for very long, however, as the front door suddenly burst open and the same blonde babe of a cop from earlier in the day, came running out to greet me as I exited the vehicle.
“You!” she exclaimed in surprise, and then started to laugh; most likely in relief.
“You back!” I retorted with a smile. “You said you hoped to see me around.”
“I did, and I am more glad than you will ever know, to see you again!” she said, suddenly turning maltepe escort very emotional. “Oh please, won’t you come in?”
I nodded, and followed her into the small brick house, carrying the cat with me. I set the carrier on the floor and opened it. Misty stuck her head out cautiously, and then emerged from the plastic box, looking around carefully.
“Misty!” Jenny called out in an almost feverish pitch. “Oh Misty, I’ve missed you so much! Come here!”
The cat bounded over to her, and Jenny picked her up joyously; tears streaming down her cheeks, as she cradled the small cat in her arms.
“Oh, thank you Jack!” she gushed, smiling at me through tears of joy. “Thank you so much! I’ve been worried sick about her. While I was doing traffic control this morning, I kept looking around for her. Silly, I know.”
I smiled back.
“You’re welcome.” I replied. “She’s a really sweet cat, Jenny. I can see why you missed her so much. I’m glad to have found her owner, although I’m a bit disappointed I won’t be able to keep her for myself. I don’t think it’s silly at all. You really missed her.”
“I did!” she burst out, louder than she intended to. “I really did! She’s all I have here, and you can visit her anytime you want to.”
She rocked the cat back and forth in her arms, kissing it affectionately on top of her head.
“No boyfriend then?” I inquired, before I realized that it was out of my mouth.
She shook her head.
“No, just Misty and me. You?”
“No,” I said with a smile, “I don’t have a boyfriend either.”
Jenny burst out in a fit of giggles, as she wiped her eyes.
“I meant did you have a girlfriend, Silly.” she retorted. “I would hope you don’t have a boyfriend, ’cause that would just blow my whole impression of you. I hope you don’t have a girlfriend either, because I’d like to take you to dinner as a thank you for returning Misty to me.”
“I’d like that.” I replied. “It’s been awhile since a lady took me out to dinner.”
Jenny smiled warmly.
“Of course, I’ll have to take a shower and get changed,” she continued, “but if you’d like to hang around for a bit, we can do it tonight. Most places aren’t very crowded on Sunday nights. We’d most likely have the place to ourselves.”
“Most places aren’t even open on Sunday nights.” I chuckled.
“The chains are.” she explained. “I know that for a fact, seeing as how I have to respond to them on occasion.”
“Sounds good then.” I agreed.
“You know Jack,” Jenny said, with a sudden verbal change to a more sultry tone of voice, “You could probably use a shower too.”
Now, I may be a bit thickheaded when it comes to understanding women, but that was a clue that even I could clearly identify.
“I believe you’re correct.” I responded with a smile.
“I’m not into wasting water.” Jenny stated. “Perhaps you’d like to help me conserve the amount I’m using, by joining me?”
“That would be the ecologically wise way to approach it.” I responded, and we both laughed.
“C’mon.” she invited, with an accompanying wave of her hand.
I followed her to one of two small bedrooms in the house. It wasn’t very big; perhaps 950 square feet or so, but the perfect size for her and the cat. Jenny turned to face me and unfastened her duty belt. I’ll have to admit, I had never had sex with a female officer before, and it was a bit of a turn-on to watch her removing her uniform. Next, she unfastened her shirt and removed it, exposing her soft and somewhat flexible, body armor.
“That thing is going to squash you tits into Jello.” I said with a smile, as she undid the Velcro fasteners on the vest.
“I need to wear it though.” she replied. “It’s too dangerous out there these days not to have it on. Too many people think this badge and uniform are targets.”
“Oh, I concur one hundred percent,” I agreed, “but I was merely making an observation. I happen to like squishy tits though, FYI.”
“I hate to disappoint you then,” she chuckled, as she undid her bra and exposed a pair of the perkiest and pointy tits I had ever seen, “but my titties are pretty firm, Jack.”
“Damn, I can see that!” I exclaimed, as I began removing my own clothes as well. “May I have a squeeze?”
“Of course, Sweetheart.” she replied. “You can squeeze my titties as much as you’d like. Might help soften them up a bit as well.”
We both burst out laughing, and I reached out and squeezed her tits firmly in my hands, savoring the way they sprung back against my palms and fingers. They were easily the firmest tits I have ever had the pleasure of feeling up.
“Nice!” I exclaimed, as I finally let go of them. “I’ll definitely take you up on that offer. You have an awesome body, Jenny. And a gorgeous face too. When I saw Misty this morning, I thought she was my favorite blue-eyed blonde, but you certainly have her beat!”
“Why thank you, Jack.” she replied. “Why don’t you tell me about it in the shower?”
With that, she reached down and grabbed my cock securely, pulling me along by it as if it were a leash. To be quite honest, I absolutely kartal escort loved that way it felt. It was all I could do to keep from shooting my load off in her hand.
Jenny turned the shower on, and we waited for a few seconds before the water warmed up. We did take the opportunity to kiss a bit before stepping in, however. Once again, my hands found her tits, and I began squeezing them once again.
“You sure do like titties, Jack!” she laughed, as we stepped into the shower together. “Good thing too, because I love to have them played with and sucked.”
We enjoyed a very nice shower together, before toweling off. Her damp hair was much darker than it had been before, she looked much different with her hair down as well.
“I’d like to give you part of your reward before we go out, if that’s okay.” she suggested. “Do you like blow jobs, Jack?”
“I do.” I replied, my heartbeat gearing up by about one thousand percent.
“Well, I can suck a golf ball through a garden hose.” she responded.
“Hmm, wow…” I fumbled. “That sounds good. So umm… what happens when the golf ball gets to the end of the hose?”
“I usually swallow. Why don’t you lay down on the bed and let me show you?”
I nodded, and did exactly what the nice police officer instructed me to do. She moved in between my legs and gently took my penis into her warm, wet mouth; kissing and licking it like an ice cream cone, before sliding her lips up and down the shaft as if it were a long lollipop. A very long and delicious lollipop.
“Feel good?” she inquired, as she took a break to lick my balls, while continuing to pump my penis with her fist in the process. “Do you like what I’m doing to you?”
“Oh yes, on both counts.” I sighed. “I feels wonderful, Jenny. I can’t believe you’re single.”
“We can discuss that over dinner.” she replied. “Right now, just lay back and enjoy what I’m doing to you.”
I needed no further encouragement, and relaxed, as she resumed sucking my cock. It wasn’t long before I was ready to let the golf ball flow out of the garden hose.
“Here it comes.” I whispered.
I felt an incredible wave of pleasure course through my loins, as I ejaculated in her mouth. Jenny took it all and swallowed every drop, just as she promised. She pulled her mouth from my dick and smiled, as she licked her lips and pressed her tongue against the roof of her mouth.
“Mmm, it’s so creamy!” she murmured. “Did you like that, Sweetheart?”
“I did.” I sighed. “You are very good at that. Thank you.”
“You are more than welcome.” she said with a smile, as she sat up. “Now, let’s get dressed so I can take you out.”
Thirty minutes later, found us both dressed, and she finishing her makeup. Jenny’s long, blonde hair was cascading over her shoulders, and she was breathtaking.
“You look beautiful.” I breathed. “Drop-dead gorgeous.”
“Thank you.” she responded, as she smiled broadly at the compliment. “Wanna drive?”
“Sure.” I replied.
We headed for one of the chain steakhouses that was open on Sunday evenings, and were promptly seated. We placed our orders, and headed for the salad bar.
“What’s your favorite dressing?” I inquired.
“Italian.” she replied, as she ladled a generous portion over her plate. “Yours?”
“Same.” I said with a smile. “A salad just isn’t a salad with anything else.”
We returned to our table, and I decided to bring the earlier issue back up.
“So,” I began, “what brings you here from Cincinnati, and why is a beautiful woman like you still single?”
“Well,” she responded carefully, it’s a long story, but I can give you a brutally short answer that answers both questions at once. You may not like what you hear though. You might want to wait until after dinner.”
“I did a couple tours of brutality over in the Sandbox.” I replied. “I’m sure I handle whatever you tell me.”
“Okay,” she said quietly, “but don’t say I didn’t warn you. I shot and killed my husband, and moved here to start over.”
I blinked at her for a few seconds as it sank in, and scratched my chin.
“Well, you’re right. That was brutally short and to the point. And very brutal.” I agreed, as our food arrived. “I’m sure there’s more to the story than that, though.”
“There is.” she said with a nod. “How about if we eat first?”
I shrugged my shoulders and dug into my thick steak.
“How is it?” she inquired.
“It’s really good!” I answered, as I swallowed a mouthful of tender and delicious beef. “It’s been a while since I’ve eaten out.”
“Me too.” Jenny said brightly. “I usually cook for myself, but it’s hard when you’re used to cooking for two.”
“I suppose it is.” I agreed. “Maybe we can share recipes or have each other over for dinner. I’m a pretty good cook too. Your husband didn’t criticize your cooking, did he?”
Jenny guffawed and shook her head.
“No. He was a violent alcoholic who routinely beat me.” she replied. “I tried to leave for years, but he always came crying back, saying he’d change. He never did. One night, he just wouldn’t stop hitting me. He was choking me out as he was raping me, and I grabbed my 9mm off of the nightstand and shot him point blank in the heart. He was dead within a few seconds. I was charged with involuntary manslaughter, but I was acquitted in court.
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