Chapter 332

• But I don't have to worry about that anymore, thank God. I was feeling confident and sexy, striding purposefully across the pavement towards the precinct house at two a.m. on my twenty-second birthday, looking forward to receiving the second half of my present.
• It was Johnny who arranged it all for me. Or Sergeant Vasquez, if you want to be all formal about it. He's older, with that whole salt-and-pepper thing going, which I find really hot. He's one of my regular boyfriends. I always have at least a handful going at any one time, but Johnny's for sure one of my favorites. Some of the younger ones can get a little hung up sometimes, wanting me to be exclusive and give up my other boys for them, thinking that they could take me away from it all and have me be a good little housewife for them. I tell them I'm not interested, give them a chance to let it drop, but I don't keep them around long if they keep talking like that. Johnny suggested the same, but only once, and never again after I told him that kind of relationship wasn't for me, at least not in the foreseeable future. He knows what we have, and what we don't, and he's okay with it. He's pretty kinky, too, introducing me to some bondage and stuff that I wouldn't have had the courage to try without him. Which is why I knew I could trust him a month ago when I told him my fantasy of how I wanted to celebrate my birthday, and how I knew that he'd be pulling out all the stops tonight making it come true for me.
• The light above the back door of the precinct did a good job of illuminating the parking lot, but it did fuck-all for the little semi-enclosed area surrounding the doors themselves. I knew the lurking shadow I could see there had to be Johnny, it was right where he said he'd be... but I still got a little frisson of fear and excitement running down my back as I approached the dark, silent figure, my sexy four-inch heels clicking loudly in the still night air.