Billingsly Municipal Hospital! Small but effective.
Officer Bebe Service was resting easy in her tiny hospital room. Out of the ER for a bullet wound with no severe damage, the surgeons patched her up nicely and drugged her to ease the pain. Bandaged up neatly but nothing to wear outside of her gown and last night's bloody uniform she at least had a lead souvenir in a jar waiting to go home with her.
The battered brunette was tough for 120 pounds wet. No gym visits for a few weeks the mini body builder in training was ordered to take it slow. Impossible for a workhorse like Barbara, preferred name Bebe. Having spoken to Sheriff's Deputy Riley Filmore, warning her that his wife Frannie would come pick her up and take her home she was mentally prepared to grit her teeth and take a few days off. Thing is, nothing ever works out as planned. Instead of Frannie, troublemaker Heath Talbot was on his way to be her knight in shining amore, armor that is. The chink in hers within the hour.
Having been with Francine in her classroom and starting a whole lot of erotic trouble for her, Heath was present when Riley Filmore called his wife. Thinking she had stayed home from school after last night's warzone, he intended to have her drive over and escort Bebe home. He should have known his drop dead gorgeous lethal weapon wouldn't listen to him. It was sad that she could obey a douchebag like Talbot, but not her own studhorse hubby. Even sadder, Riley loved her so much that he would do anything that made her crazy happy. What she saw in a boy of nineteen when she was 34, he had no clue. Some Deputy he was!
Two miles out from Billingsly, Pennsylvania, Heath jammed along to a song called Low Life by the metal band Dirt when he saw something that made him pull over. Letting traffic go by him before hopping out he jumped a ditch on foot to a patch of daisies that ornated the hillsides. Plucking up a bunch he took them back to his truck. Was there a sudden romantic individual finding his way to the surface of an egotistical bastard? Come on! His only intent!
Back inside his Nissan Xterra he merged back onto the road and ventured within the population sign. A new song playing by Kickin' Valentina called Turns Me On seemed pretty fitting. Spotify was badass! It complimented the only thing worth money in his vehicle, an expensive newer stereo.
It certainly wasn't his 2004 Xterra with 200,000 miles on it. Headlok as he called his SUV was a competitor, named thus because Heath was a wrestler in high school. He used to consider it a pussy magnet because it was pretty sleek still. Headlok often also pertained to a girl's lips locked around his head, dick that is. Twisted Talbot!
"Billingsly Municipal Hospital. Home of the medical billing from hell. BILLING SLY! I hate to see what they're going to charge Bebe for a bullet removal. Kind of crazy she's getting released so fast. I'm fucking glad it wasn't worse, she's pretty badass in a young Angelina Jolie kind of way. My lil' Tomb Raider." He thought about that term for a moment then gnashed his teeth.
"We could have all been in a tomb if things had turned out worse than they did last night." Just as fast he thought about lying on top of her ass on the trail last night humping her just for kicks. Danger made him horny, and she was the brunt of his nervous release. Bad timing sure, but he was a part of saving a lot of lives, so he felt vindicated. Of course, he nearly destroyed his landlady's Camaro in the process. None of the ramifications had sunk in yet. In time!
Parking wasn't hard to find, taking his leave with the daisies stashed in a plastic grocery bag he had stashed in his center console. Nothing glamorous but it wasn't like he had a vase. Heading inside through the ER entrance he discovered in asking a nurse that she had been placed in a room to recover up on the second floor.
Heading up by elevator he located Bebe's temporary hideout and just walked right on in. Lying in bed on top of her covers wearing only a cloth gown, her police uniform soaked in blood, so not being put back on. That was Riley's point of having Frannie pick her up, to bring her something to wear home. That went out the window real fast. Tragic that Riley didn't have time to let Bebe know of the last-minute ride replacement.
"Hey! Troubleshooter!" Heath walked right up to her bed as she lay eyes closed to rest, kind of loopy with painkillers in her system. Eyelids opening at the sound of visitation she squinted.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"I'm your ride. You're my ride." He chuckled! "Doing, okay? I mean, I know that bullet wasn't a BB."
"Haha! You just had to tease my name when I'm down. I thought Frannie Filmore was coming to get me."
"Oh, she's cumming. Just not to get you. I left her naked on her desk at school getting molested by her class."
"YOU WHAT? Why are you such an asshole? You're not... you're serious?" She studied his expression! "Whoa! Riley knows?"
"Yup! Talked to him while her asshole was being eaten. I told him I'd come get you."
"As an apology for nearly getting me killed?"
"Naaa! I'm still nailing your ass again. Maybe before we get back to Wildwood." He humped the bed jokingly. While he did so a nurse walked in, a short blonde with brown eyes and obvious dark roots in her hair. There was no mistaking she had a body to die for beneath her scrubs.
"Are we ready to send you home?" She reached the bed, standing next to Heath who was still humping. He glared down at her with a smirk, while she lowered her gaze to his gyrations.
"Don't mind Humpty Gumpty, Callie. He's a moron."
"Sup, Callie!" Looking at her tits he realized something, "Nice! Now that I drool over you, you do look like another Cali I know, porn star Cali Carter. I've nutted to that bitch like a thousand times."
"I've heard that believe it or not." She giggled! "I looked her up once and saw the uncanny resemblance. No tattoos on my ribs though."
"Will you quit humping the bed. Christ, Talbot! Show some respect."
"I'm fine!" Callie smiled! "I get perved over a lot. A least this one is a cute perv."
"So, fucking you." He sneered! "Get out of that bed Service, we need it."
"Fuck you, Talbot. You try being shot in the shoulder and moving fast." She sat up slowly, Cammie hip bumping Heath to get out of the way. It certainly helped her boring day.
"Thought you were tough, Service. Body like yours you could be a Terminator."
"Oh, I'm tough, Asshat! Let's see you walk out of here less than eight hours after a gunshot wound."
"Do you have anything for her to wear in that bag?" Callie asked Heath.
"Naaa! I just brought her flowers."
"Excuse me?"
Bebe began her exit from the bed, casting her legs over the far side. In doing this her entire backside was exposed; the gown's ties having come undone in her resting stage. Heath whistled at seeing her tight ass, her crack rising high in its flaunt. Callie laughed regardless of her own bad timing. "Why would you bring me flowers in a Wal-Mart bag?"
