Charlie spit and shook his head.
"But I just can't!" She gripped the paper bag of purchases and started down the walk. She'd gotten only a few yards when Charlie called after her.
"I'll be waiting," he said, "I want to find out how you get them damned tight shorts on and off…" Jeany would have said something back, but she was blushing furiously. She didn't know whether she'd been insulted or complimented. Maybe a little of both. But as she went on in noticed that the crotchband of her panties had gotten moist. Her cunt lips rubbed smoothly together as she put one foot in front of the other. She we about to cross the street when her uncle swooped up to the curb and pushed the door open.
"Evening, Jeany, hop in."
Jeany slid into the wide seat and pulled the door closed behind her. The inside of Bill's patrol car smelled of both gun oil and after shave. There was the faint aroma of liquor, too. Uncle Bill was a big man, muscles bulging under his short sleeved uniform shirt. The car pulled away from the curb and ho went down Main and went past Charlie on the corner. Jeany stared at him without waving. He was lighting another cigarette, but his eyes flicked up as the car went on by and headed towards the edge of town. Another hot tingle went through the lower part of Jeany's body. She squirmed deeper in the seat, fretting about the way the world was.
"How you enjoying the summer?" Bill asked.
"Bored stiff," she said without hesitation.
"Well, I'll try and make things more interesting," her uncle laughed. "I'll call and tell Betty to phone home for you." Betty was the girl who handled police calls. Jeany knew it would be all right with her dad. Her uncle had taken her on night patrols before when she us much younger. It was better than dying of boredom in her room at home.
When Bill turned off on the dirt road heading towards Baker's Point, Jeany bit her bottom lip. She knew that her uncle checked the lover's lane at lent twice on Saturday night in the summer, but she'd hoped he wouldn't take her with him this time.