Author's note: The underlined words were supposed to be crossed out as if on a typewriter but that special feature didn't work with this so I made due the best I could.
I never thought it could happen to me. Just last Sunday, I was in the park to feed the ducks...swans when a young lady approached me. I found her most beguiling, and she was indeed, entranced with me.
"What's your name?" she whispered sweetly in my ear.
"George Crabtree...Corge Grabtree," I replied without hesitation. "And your name, miss?"
"That's not of import," she said winking mischievously. "Follow me, Corge."
Without waiting for an answer she began to walk away from me, her red dress flapping in the wind. Clearly I had to find out what was going on, so I followed her.
"Where are we going, miss?" I asked.
She stopped walking momentarily and placed a finger to my lips. I was surprised by the callused nature of it. She didn't look like a labourer of any sort, rather the opposite.
"Don't you worry your pretty little head about that, Corge," she said smirking. "You're going to like the surprise, trust me."
"If you say so," I muttered, experiencing the beginnings of unease.
All my years at the precinct...courthouse made me wary of this mystifying stranger. It was never a good idea to wholly trust anyone, especially when it came to the suspects...clients of my practice.
However, that feeling was short lived. For when she next took my arm in hers, I suddenly lost all sense of danger. I was too enraptured by her touch to question her motives. After all, she was an elegant woman, what harm could possibly befall me?
We exited the park in silence and into a shady looking side street. The further we ventured into this area, the more alarmed I became.
Sensing my distress she coaxed, "It's all right, Corge, everything's just fine."
And then for good measure she stroked my face a few times. Once again, she succeeded in putting me at my ease and we continued on. Several minutes later we entered a run down apartment building.
"Do you live here?"
In response she simply smiled and led me up three flights of stairs. At the end of the hallway, she retrieved a key from her purse and slowly opened the door, as if she were trying to build up suspense. She achieved this task and then some. Finally the room was revealed to me.
I was underwhelmed by the sight. It was a regular looking room, full of many of the expected objects, though some were a little more worse for wear than I was accustomed to.
"Why have you brought me here?"
She took me over to the bed and I began to get excited.
"Get undressed," she commanded.
I hastened to comply with her request. First I removed my police jacket...finely tailored jacket, then I kicked off my boots...Italian leather shoes and finally I dispensed with my trousers. I stood there in nothing more than my long johns. I looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to follow my lead.
"Keep going," she breathed seductively.
Somewhere in the back of mind I knew that I shouldn't, that I should get out of there and quickly at that, but at her ravishing voice, the thoughts turned to dust. I slipped out of my underwear and let it fall to the floor. Now that I was stark naked, some common sense was coming back to me and I felt a little uncomfortable.
I covered my private area with my hands and mumbled nervously, "Now what?"
"Now," she said, eyes ablaze, pushing me backwards onto the bed, "we have some fun."
Little did I know what that would entail.