She gives me clothes, that were her ex-husband's, to put on. She then offers me a ride back to my apartment. On the way back she asks how I got involv...d with the cop. I tell her and she then tells me about herself. I find out that she grew up in the same hometown but she graduated almost thirty years before me. After a few hours of talking, I start to feel comfortable telling her some of my checkered past. The woman shares her past.We make it to my apartment just after 3am. She invites herself. When we separated she just looked up at me and smiled. Oh boy! Irecognize the little smile."I need to go out of town for a few days, but I'll be back Fridaynight. Why don't you come over and stay at my place this weekend?" All weekend?" I asked a bit nervous."I don't bite, well unless you want me to." She just giggled. "We canhave a girls in weekend." She finished that wicked little smile gettingbroader.I think for a moment I saw fangs in that smile!"Have you been plotting again?" I asked."So. There's no doubt I'm cornered; just a matter of whether or not I can let someone know my need for assistance before my window of opportunity closes up."You a cougar? You like a young piece of chocolate in your bed?" Really, I have a lot of work to do here. You need to go." The only work you need to do, Bitch, is the work on my dick." As he says that, his friends enter the room laughing, and shut the door behind them. If it wasn't obvious before why they came back, it is now. Fight or flight. I called Becca to see what she had planned for the holiday evening. Becca invited me to join her at her community center / pool for drinks and appetizers. I parked my loud Harley near her house as instructed and walked to the center. Soon she was leading my the hand, then arm in arm and soon my hand on her ass as we went back to her place. Oddly, Becca wished to play a game (later I learned why) and after passionately making out and leading me to her bed Becca laid fact down and would not roll.