Chapter 3

I don't know how I got though the rest of dinner with Jeff. I came back to the table with a death grip on my sweater covering the wet mark over my right breast. I never did get to clean up that damp feeling which was now 100 times worse.

I had been to freaked to stop and pick up my panties, so I felt like I was soaking the back of my skirt. To make matters worse, I couldn't understand Mr. Tall and Dark's chuckling as he let me out of our stall or his cryptic, "I'll see you later, Elizabeth."

'How did he know my name?' became my panicked mental mantra through the rest of my meal. Thankfully, Jeff seemed happy to continue his monologue on the woes facing real estate in the twentieth century. He did mention at one point I might look flushed. I nearly laughed in his face.

"Must be the cold the kids are carrying," I stammered out "I guess I should get myself home," I was dying for an out.

Jeff almost looked upset, but he must have had something done to his face, he couldn't quite wrinkle his brow in concern. I felt insane and wanted to giggle. I had to get home now.

It was cold outside, which seemed to perk up my frazzled wits. I pulled my sweater tight against me after handing the valet my ticket. It was just a fling, I told myself. Nothing to worry about. Happens all the time to other women, I imagined.

More disturbing I felt absolutely nothing when Jeff pressed his lips to mine when our cars arrived. All I could think of were warm lips pressing me against a cold bathroom wall. What was wrong with me?

Getting in my truck was the first comfortable thing I'd done all night. I reached into my purse and pulled out my Ipod. It was loaded with loud obnoxious music I could escape into. I cranked the rock as high as it would go, trying to drown out the night.

I raced home at speeds I wouldn't usually drive. The speedometer was pushing ninety when I saw red and blue in my rear view mirror. On a quiet stretch of highway I stopped and found curse words I hadn't used in years.

While I fumbled with my glove box, the officer strolled up to my car and leaned in the open window. He took a deep breath and let it out resting his arms on the edge. It was by far the most relaxed pose I've ever seen a police officer take. I just sat there with my license and registration and stared at him. He reached in and took up a strand of my hair. He sniffed it before he laid it back on my shoulder.

"So, what's the rush, Miss Elizabeth?" he queried, never asking for my identification.

I wanted to laugh or cry, the whole thing felt so weird.

"I was just going home, not feeling well and ..." I lost my thought mid sentence when I realized he knew my name. He sniffed the air a second time, more noticeably this time.

"He got you worked up didn't he?" the officer asked me.

I noticed then, how big the guy leaning in my window was. Thick dark hair cut very short military style. Something about him was very familiar.

"Well, I asked you a question," he smiled and leaned in, he seemed to be teasing me.

"Y-Yes," I stammered, "I'm worked up," too scared to add anything else.

I couldn't comprehend this guy might know what had happened at the restaurant. I shook my head slowly and stared at him. That wasn't possible.

"Don't go so fast," said the officer pulling back from the window and tapping my shoulder. With that he sauntered back to his cruiser and cut the Christmas lights, pulling back onto the road.

He waited there until I had started my truck and pulled in front of him. I figured he was just going to drive behind me a few minutes then go back to his patrol route. He followed me all the way home.

At some point I realized "Don't go so fast" isn't even really a warning and I glanced back at him. I couldn't see much but it seemed like something inside the car was glowing faint yellow.

Once I got home, I parked in front of the garage and got out. I adjusted my skirt self consciously and glanced at the patrol car. He waved genially back at me grinning the whole time. I walked quickly up my front steps and stepped into my little house.

Once inside I armed the alarm and checked the door locks twice. After that I practically ran to the bathroom, stripped, and jumped in the shower. While I scrubbed I seriously considered burning the clothes I had been wearing. It had to be the outfit, I chided myself. No more male attention for me.

As I showered I tried to scrub away Mr. Tall and Dark's touches, remembering a little too late that I didn't even know his name. It was embarrassing. Never once had I slipped up like this. Especially with a man that seemed to be able to have me followed by the police. That was too weird to even consider. I must have blocked out the part about him knowing my name or I would have been hyperventilating.

Very soon however my scrubbing took on a different tenor. I wasn't scrubbing away Mr. Tall and Dark I was rubbing and trying to recapture what he built. I ran my fingers over my sensitive nipples wishing he had spent more time there. No, no, no this was wrong and it felt so good.

As I soaped myself I lingered on my labia, stoking gently before flicking my clit several times. I inserted a finger into myself and used my other hand to massage my clit in slow circles that got faster and faster. Too soon I felt myself clenching and coming leaning against the shower wall. Masturbating twice in a bathroom felt like too much for one night and I hurried through the rest of my shower.

Slipping out of the steamy bathroom I kicked at my pile of clothes, I would deal with them tomorrow. I wrapped my old robe tight around my waist and padded toward the kitchen. It was late and I wasn't even a little sleepy. Knowing I had a long day coming up I pulled through the kitchen drawers till I found the little bottle. They had been my saving grace in residency when sleep eluded me. These little magic pills could put a rhino on its ass.

I popped one in my mouth, then a second. Probably a bad idea, but I really needed to chill out. Great, now I'm abusing d***s. This night was turning out to be just spectacular.

I drifted into a dreamless sleep a little while later. Man, those were good pills, was my last conscious thought.

I awoke the next morning feeling like a fool and a slut. I was glad to get to work and try to get back to normal. It didn't make sense but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't stop thinking of Mr. Tall and Dark. He was a phase; I tried to convince myself, a simple mistake. During working hours that excuse made sense, but nighttime was an entirely different affair.

I found myself craving his touch and his smell once I was home alone. I never washed my outfit from that night and was pleasantly surprised his scent seemed to linger on the fabric. Every night was a repeat of the one before smell my clothes from 'the night', masturbate like there was no tomorrow, take 2 sleeping pills, and then pass out.