Ramblings of a Detective

Take 2

By Fire

I know everyone remembers the little fight I had with Ian awhile back. I know I damn sure do! I was working out at the stadium, running the steps when freak boy attacks me.

"You don't even deserve to say her name!" He yells at me, and all I can think is *that may be so, but I can sure hear her screaming mine* I was in hurting okay? I was in some serious pain! I wasn't thinking clearly! But now that I think about it, her screaming my name in the heat of passion does have a certain appeal to it.

Don't look at me like that!

You want me to admit that I think about Sara that way?

Well fine, I do!

Happy now? Sheesh. what do you want from a guy?

Every time I see her I want her more and more. I have imagined making love to that woman in every possible place. In the car, in the office, my apartment, her apartment, on the desk in the office, on the floor, hell even against the wall, ohhh and on that bike of hers, that would be interesting!

Yes, I got it bad!

But have you seen the way she dresses? Those tight jeans that hug every curve of that luscious body, those tiny little tee shirts that show her mid drift.

So tell me, what red-blooded male wouldn't be walking around with tighter pants after that? I know I do!

And look who's coming my way. Tight jeans, yep. Tight little shirt, you know it!

Well I gotta go play the naive rookie now.