"Where the hell have you been and who the hell was with you at the track?!" Carly demanded as Johnny entered his caravan, seeing her sat on his table.
"Carly... it's best if you don't know." Johnny said.
"No, I want to know. You were with a young girl and a guy in a wheelchair." Carly said. Johnny was tired and wanted to sleep but right now, Carly wasn't going to let that happen.
"Carly, I'm tired." Johnny said after taking off his jacket and hanging it up.
"Johnny, just tell me." Carly said. Johnny walked over to her and did the only thing he could think of to stop her asking, pressing their lips together.
The kiss broke after a few seconds, Carly in a slight trance.
"How about we go to bed?" Johnny asked.
"Sounds... okay." Carly said.
"To sleep." Johnny said as he entered his bedroom.
"Wanna bet?" Carly said playfully as she followed Johnny.
Luis put down his bag and turned around to face Michael.
"You were great out there. How about you do that more often?" Michael asked.
"Nah man, I prefer the other side of the gun where you get to lie down. Besides, I've got a club to run." Luis said, Michael nodding.
"Yeah, you're right. Once you get in this life, there's really no way out. Stop while you can." Michael said before passing Luis a sticky note.
"What's this?" Luis asked.
"Tracey's phone number. You said she looked good, you might get somewhere." Michael said.
"Uhh... thanks man. I guess I'll see you around." Luis said before shaking Michael's hand and heading into the terminal.
Luis called the number.
"This is Luis Lopez, right?" Tracey asked.
"Yeah girl, it is. You okay?" Luis replied. As Michael said, they might get somewhere.
"Some bitch." Benson said to himself as he returned to the police station, Junior running behind him.
"Daddy, why'd you leave me?" Junior asked, out of breath.
"I was chasing Sam which you made me fail at with all your 'Daddy, daddy' nonsense. Now go back home you tick turd." Benson said, making Junior turn around and head home.
"Can I get my coffee, I'm getting tired." Benson said to the receptionist as he entered the police station.
Benson sat at his desk in his office, coffee in hand. He opened his laptop and after sending an Email to his wife, looked in his inbox to see quite a few messages. One from Peter, demanding that the Blaine county police force pay for the damage to the 62 Canadian police cars. The next from Mack, demanding the same about the Las Venturas cars. The last was better.
'Dear sheriff Benson T Law.
It has come to our attention that you are looking for either retiring or a rise in pay and a change in work. This message is to invite you to a meeting to discuss a partnership or merging of the Los Santos and Blaine County police forces. This could result in you being head sheriff of both forces...'
The Email went on to talk about times and the other possible outcomes. To Benson, head sheriff of two forces didn't sound so bad.
2 days later.
Benson got out of his new sheriff Buffalo, now sheriff of two forces combined into one. In front of him was three young men, taking the wheels off of an abandoned Vapid Peyote.
Benson leaned against the hood of the Buffalo, getting out his lighter and holding up two fingers. Junior put a ready made cigar between those fingers, Benson raising it to his mouth but taking it away again when he saw that the cigar was backwards. Junior corrected it, Benson putting it in his mouth and lighting it. He closed the lid of the lighter, the sound alerting the three men.
"Hold up on that car gentlemen." Benson said as he walked towards them.
"Come here son." Benson said. The young man came to him, Benson instantly kneeing him in the crotch.
"Whoops. You is lookin' tired boy, arrest yourself." Benson said, the man instantly turned and placed his hands on the car.
"You punks look tired out too." Benson said, making the other two place their hands on the car too. One of them looked around anxiously so Benson raised his foot, kicking the man's rear.
"That's an attention getter. Now... a young girl in a short white dress..."
"Hey Sam, I'm going to see Melvin! I want a shotgun!" Trevor shouted to Sam who was outside, laid back on the hood of the Phoenix.
"Don't shoot yourself." Sam said as Trevor left, his electric wheelchair taking him to Ammu-nation.
Sam got up and went into the caravan, picking up her wetsuit from the bedroom and her surf board from the garage. After changing into the wetsuit and tying the board to the T-bar roof of the Phoenix, Sam headed for the beach.
Sam almost glided across the waves as they came speeding in. She loved this, just her, the board and the water. It was the best way for her to take her mind off of things and relax but at the same time get pumped with adrenaline.
After nearly an hour, Sam returned to the sand and took off the wetsuit, drying herself off and putting on a t shirt and skinny jeans. Sam later stopped at the inn. She checked she had her knife before entering.
"Sam, I already told you not to come in here." Sam hears from behind the bar.
"Get me a drink or I get my dad." Sam said, instantly being served.
About halfway through her glass, Sam felt a tapping on her shoulder.
"You're a bit young to drink, aren't you?" Carly asked.