As time crept by, her trepidation turned to annoyance. Jason was late.The initial relief she felt at seeing Jason approaching her was fleeting, as Ric...ie was with him. The stray dog was with them as well, making mad dashes in circles around them, broken by occasional leaps into the air and punctuated by sharp, attention-seeking yips.Jason gave Melinda a forlorn look as they neared, his hands thrust into his pockets. Richie was talking in a rush, words tumbling out of his mouth so fast he seemed. ” “I kind of figured that,” he said. “Then why did you ask?” I retorted sarcastically. I guess that was the button I shouldn’t have pushed. Angrily, he slammed the soda bottle down on the table. “Look, ‘Tranquility’ or whatever the hell you call yourself, I’ve taken all the shit I’m going to take from you. Do you understand?” “Listen, ‘detective’ or whatever rank they gave you down at the “cop shop”, I haven’t given you any shit. If you don’t like my answers then don’t ask the questions!” . “I’ll just need to get my house keys off that keyring,” she said holding out her hand. As he passed them over to her, she “accidentally” dropped them, catching them with her toe to make sure her arse was going to be pointing at him when she bent to pick them up.“Oops!” she said, as she bent slowly at the waist, feet slightly apart. Boys her own age stared at her arse as she walked by, there was no way that this dirty old bastard would be able to take his eyes off it. Her skirt rode up, exposing. I asked her if she was sorry for slapping me and making me feel guilty, but she didn't say anything. My hand slapped down on her ass three more times. Ashley cried out, "I'm sorry, Sean. Please, I'm sorry. I should have never slapped you and made you feel guilty. I don't know what got into me. I am so sorry."With those words I released Ashley and let her roll over. I leaned in and kissed her soft lips. Ashley kissed me back. Our lips met and our tongues danced. Ashley reached up and pulled me.