The weather for the past 2 weeks had been hot - almost unbearably so. The humidity was high and you'd break a sweat in your car just sitting there waiting for the a/c to kick in. The nights, like tonight, were no different. Barely seeing the temperature dip below 75 degrees after dark, it was the kind of weather that drove you crazy. She went for a walk about 11:30pm to the convenience store on the corner about 4 blocks away. It was stuffy inside her apartment and the cool shower she took 10 minutes ago didn't relieve her discomfort. She wore a thin tank top, cutoff jean shorts and those cheap see-thru plastic sandals you buy for $5 at the swap meet. There was a slight breeze outside which felt good on her tanned skin. It was a good 5 or 6 degrees cooler inside the store compared to the outside temperature. Unconsciously, she crossed her arms over her chest to hide the hardening of her nipples under her tank top. Her hair was still wet from the shower - she had just combed it back off of her face - and the wetness made the cold temperature seem even colder. The store clerk was a pimply faced creep who wore a scrappy t-shirt from some rock-and-roll band under his uniform smock. He leered at her, practically drooling, as she went from one side of the store to the other. She was more than happy to get out of the store with her purchase. She bought a litter bottle of peach flavored sparking water and one of those big orange and red popsicles. She set down the bag that contained her water and fought with the plastic wrapper on the popsicle. It was already melting, getting sticky syrup all over her hands. Officer Jason Burke watched her as she had entered and left the store. He watched her open the popsicle and bite off that first cold bite of frozen syrup, holding it on her tongue for a minute before breaking it up some more and swallowing it down. He watched her absentmindedly wipe some of the melted popsicle across the front of her tank top - taking a mental note of her erect nipples. She didn't notice his black and white patrol car parked in the parking lot, and she certainly didn't notice him walk right by her while she was fiddling with the wrapper. He inhaled deeply as he went in the store to purchase his jumbo coffee. She used one of those floral smelling shampoos that left you surrounded in an invisible cloud of fragrance. "Did ya see the jugs on her? Made me hard." , the cretin behind the counter 1/2 sneered, 1/2 giggled. "Dayy-umm... and that ass... all the right amount of 'cushion for the pushin''. Woo-Hoo!!" Officer Burke said nothing out loud - just gave the creep one of those long hard looks that said, "Yeah, right... just give me a reason to send you to jail you idiot. Let you curl up to Bubba in some cell somewhere and let Bubba get a look at YOUR ass. Let's see if YOU have enough 'cushion for the pushin". The cretin nervously smiled as he rang in the officer's jumbo coffee, "That'll be $1.10 please". He paid the cretin in exact change and headed for the door. He rarely accepted the 'freebies' some merchants gave to local cops because it could lead to conflict of interest charges later on down the road. He got back in his police car and took a few sips of his coffee. "Oh yuck", he thought to himself. "It's nuts to drink hot coffee when its so hot outside. I shoulda gotten one of those popsicles". His mind drifted back to the girl from the store and he thought he'd start up the car and follow her a little while to make sure she got home safely. She was only 2 blocks away. She was finished with her popsicle already and had stopped under a streetlight to take a sip of her water. Seeing an opportunity to talk to her, he pulled up alongside her and turned on his red and blue lights long enough to get her attention. Startled, she spilled a little water down her chin. The water ran down her neck, down her chest, and down beneath her tank top to places unknown. He sat in the car as she walked over to the passenger side and knocked on the window. "Well, at least she isn't shy", he thought to himself and rolled down the window. A burst of hot air wafted in, bringing with it the scent of her freshly washed hair. She leaned in through the window and noticed the name badge on his right breast pocket, it read "Burke". "Jason? Jason Burke?? Oh my god, we went to high school together! Over at Springdale!", she exclaimed. She noticed the shocked look on his face turn to one of confusion - obviously, he didn't remember her well all. "Uh, yeah... I remember you. You were on the track team, right?" She fumbled with the passenger door - "Yeah, I was. I ran the 440 and came in second at State. You were on the football team - a receiver, right? Hey... Ya gonna let me inside here or what?" He leaned over and unlocked the door. She opened it quickly and jumped in. It was nice and cool inside the car. He took notice of her tanned thighs and felt the urge to control the slight stirrings in his loins. "I didnt know you wanted to be a cop", she started, while rolling up the window. "What got you to do it?" He answered her and they briefly discussed how they each had moved away from home after high school and how they ended up in Los Angeles County. It wasnt a long conversation - maybe 15 minutes at the most. He liked watching her - the way she moved as she opened her water bottle and took a long drink. She began to fidget; the conversation died and she was thinking about asking him for a ride home in his air conditioned car - rather than walking the short distance in the heat. "Would you like a ride home from here?", he asked before she had a chance to. She had a mouth full of water and simply nodded yes. He turned the car away from the curb, when another car sped by - nearly side swiping them. He slammed on the brakes and stopped in time to avoid an accident involving the car... but she wasn't as lucky... she just spilled what was left of her water all over her chest and lap. The water quickly soaked into her tank top, making it stick to her skin. Her wet skin glistened under the glow from the streetlight. "Oh man. I am so sorry", he appologized. "No biggie Jason... its only water". He pulled the car away from the curb and drove her the short distance to her apartment. He found himself driving under 10 MPH... and he found himself staring at her breasts through her wet tank top. She noticed him watching her and she turned to face him, straightening her back so that her breasts lifted higher. The water on her skin had already dried, leaving a slight stickiness from the peach flavoring. He pulled up into the parking lot of her apartment complex and stopped the car. A few of the local color (aka gang members) were hanging outside the entryway to the building. Sensing her unease, he offered to walk her to her apartment door. She gladly accepted his offer and she felt safe under his escort. She opened her apartment and he noticed the lights were out - hopefully she lived alone, he thought. "I'd ask you in, but I'm sure you need to be getting back to work... and I am feeling sticky from that peach water", she said - looking up at him with a little smile on her face. Her heart was beating faster and her breaths were deeper. He could see that her nipples were still hard and he wanted so badly to touch her breasts. To caress them, to take her in his arms and kiss her hard. In reality, he stood there, hesitating... this is one of those awkward moments: should he kiss her, or not? She grabbed his hand and placed it on her chest, on the exposed skin above her breast,"See how sticky I am? I better take a bath". And with that, he backed away from the apartment door and said goodnight. He was halfway to his car when a radio call came in sending him to a traffic accident across town. Before speeding off, he took one more look towards her apartment and saw her undressing through the sheer curtains on her window. The outline of her silhouette burned in his mind - it was as if she were dancing for him in the red and blue lights reflecting from the lightbar on the car's roof. Perhaps she was....