Officer Goodbody looked back to Scottie and sighed.
“Pity,” she said, putting on her shades. She strutted up to Scottie, who still hadn’t moved an inch. Candice stood firm, directly in front of him in that space just inside of one’s personal bubble. She took her baton out of its holster and placed the tip against his inner thigh. Ever so slowly, she dragged it upward.
“Looks like you’re free to go,” she said, yet Scottie didn’t move.
She wet her lips with her tongue.
“Do stay out of trouble for me, will you?” She whispered as she moved inches closer. “Or I might have to come back and put you in cuffs.”
She then tapped her baton directly on his hard-on with more force than was comfortable. “See you, Scottie,” then walked back to her bike.
The poor, horny Scottie Miller watched as she swung her leg up, mounted her motorbike and then nestled herself into her seat. She put on the helmet and arched her back to push out her perfect ass. With a smirk, she revved the engine, then rode off.
Hannah and Scottie watched her go then turned back to each other. Scottie only now remembered to breathe.
“Hey,” Hannah said, waving a hand in front of his face. “… You okay?”
He took a deep breath. “Yeah, I’m fine. Hey, I was totally handling that, by the way.”
Hannah laughed. “Oh, I’m sure you were,” she said. “You probably won’t ever believe me but I just saved your ass. Literally.”
“What?” Scottie said, perplexed as ever.
Hannah was still chuckling. “Candice. Officer Goodbody.” Hannah nodded in the direction their cop drove off. “You ever hear the phrase ‘Who put a stick up their ass?’ Well, it was likely her. But, hey, if that’s what you were into, I’ll get you her number.”
Scottie looked around.
“You know what,” he said. “I think I just wanna head back. This has all been… a lot.”
Hannah nodded. “No sweat, ‘lil Bro. I’ll make dinner.”
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Chapter 4: And They’re Always Glad You Came.
When they entered the house, Scottie found himself naturally heading to the living room and laying on the couch, staring up. Hannah, true to her word, went to the kitchen. Not a thing was spoken between the two. She didn’t ask if he wanted spaghetti but knew he would. She handed him a bowl as he lay on the couch while she ate hers at the counter. When she saw he was done, she did the dishes.
She returned to the living room finding him sitting up and staring at the remote in his hands. She took a seat on the loveseat beside the couch.
“So,” she said. “You going to tell me what’s going on up there?” she asked, pulling her feet up under her on the cushions.
Scottie frowned. “I’m not really sure,” he said. “I feel like I should feel like a kid in a candy store right now, but… I don’t know…” he trailed off, not knowing what words would fit.
“This has to do with the black box?”
Scottie nodded. Looking at his sister, he found himself comforted. She was always there for him whenever he needed her. If this really was a reality where it was effortless to get laid as the world of porn implied, someone like her should have people lining up around the block.