Chapter 3

When Lt. Tench came back to his window, Mark still hadn’t thought of anything to say or do that might make him more than another notch in the cop’s ticket book. Handing over the license and registration, Lt. Tench pushed his hat back and leaned on the door frame. “So I guess I’m your first, aren’t I?”

With his mind full of the two of them, naked and sweating and clutched in the throes of passion, Mark wasn’t quite sure what he meant. “Oh no,” he said, shaking his head. “I’ve done it before…”

He saw the frown on the policeman’s face and caught himself. “Oh, wait. You’re not talking about that.”

“No,” Lt. Tench said with a laugh. “I’m not. I meant this is the first time you’ve been stopped for anything.”