runaway and a cop

intriguess

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I was 23, my rich family had been trying to pawn me off to the highest bidder since I was 16. It left me disgusted with my parents. My mother had nitpicked over my fine dark hair, her blonde luxerious tresses always looked perfect, her tiny little body looking nothing like my square build and full figure. I finally got the nerve to leave. I had an expensive college education and dressed in the sweats and left the rest of my things behind, only taking some cash and jewelry.

I drove my car to a river and without a thought I set it up for my car to drown in the river. I wanted no one to find me. I had purchased several fake ID's and stuffed them in my pocket. I watched the car dissappear into the murky depths.

With a smile I smudged som dirt on my face and headed out.

When I got hit by a car the last thing I recall is a man in a black uniform. I managed to gasp please no hospitals. Then the world faded to black. I woke up clean in a warm bed, my eyes blinking to the light feeling the sheet slide along my completely bare skin.
 
Could I join? I'm going to be a cop in three months and
would love to take on this challenge...
 
OOC: NIce idea Intriquess. If my Twins doesn't fire up could I come in as a 'bit player' for a little while? Once you get up and running?
 
I couldn't believe that I'd hit her. I was off duty when it
happened, thank god, or else I would have lost my job
for sure. She told me not to call an ambulance so I brought
her to my house, she needed somewhere to get better. I
had to take off her clothes as they were soaking wet and
stained with blood. What was I gonna tell her when she
came to? I noticed she was very sexy. Maybe I could get
a little payment for my hospitality...
 
I pulled the sheets up around me looking around for my clothes. I had a bandage on my arm and reaching up I could feel one on my head. Where was I? Who was I all I remembered was aman in a dark clothing standing over me and feeling of rain.
 
I heard her moving around in the room next door to mine
so I went to see her.
"Glad to see you finally came to, do you know where you
are?" When she didn't reply, I told her.
"You are in my house. My name is Henry Jamieson. I'm a
detective with the local police department. Do you remember
what happened?"
 
I don't wish to reveal how little I know so I counter his question with a question, "Where are my clothes?" I shivered at least I knew that I normally didn't wake up in his bed. I licked my lips, though looking at him I almost wish I did.
 
I was curious as to why she didn't want to answer me but I
answered her question anyways.
"You're clothes are in the washing machine. They were
soaking wet and had some dirt and blood on them. Are
you hungry? (I knew I was, for her) I've made some bacon
and eggs. There is a robe on the chair there if you want it."
When I looked down at her, and saw her lick her lips, something
went off inside me. My cock began to stir so I turned around
so she would not notice.
"Look, I'm really sorry that I hit you. I didn't see you until the last
second and by then it was too late. Why did you not want
me to bring you to the hospital or call an ambulance?"
 
Mickie

"You Hit me?" I say breathless and startled, well that explained the injuries. I tugged the sheet pulling it with me as I stood the blanket covering my front as I went to fetch the robe unaware of my bare ass showing as I moved, dropping sheet momentarily to slip the manly robe on. I found myself sniffing the collar. It smelled warm and reassuring. I turned back to him snuggling inside the large robe.

"I'm not sure, I don't remember much." I cautiously admit, wondering where my purse or wallet or whatever is. My stomach grumbles and I smile and softly say, "Something to eat sounds great." Trying not to show the fact that my nipples have hardened from rubbing the inside of his terry cloth robe, the rough texture brushing them, sending tingles all the way down to my toes. An unfamiliar sensation I'm not sure how to deal with, I get feeling he'd know what to do but still not willing to tell him.
 
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