The cop was in complete control. He fucked Gerry with short, hard ramming thrusts, throwing Gerry into the car with each push. “Ever had a dick...this big?” the cop’s deep voice echoed in Gerry’s head. “No, sir, I haven’t.” The cop wasn’t k**ding; Gerry’s asshole was spread so wide it felt as if a Louisville Slugger was up his chute. Gerry remained still as the officer didn’t allow him to budge and with every short, deep, hard slam Gerry grew more and more relaxed. As his asshole. “What did you think?” I asked her, as I put my arm around her and she curled her body up against mine. Her long black hair was still heavy with the scent of the shampoo from her shower. I breathed her in deeply as we settled in. The room was growing darker but it was late June so there was still some sunlight coming through the windows. Outside the window, lights were coming on and I could almost imagine this was our home and we were relaxing after a day of work.“Teacher, that was soo. I had to switch hands again. ‘I got it on my damn fingers,’ I said, pulling another wipe out. Stinky seemed to enjoy my complaining. I had to admit, I enjoyed her smiles. I always figured being a parent was a sucker play. I was beginning to see the appeal. Her happiness was contagious. I pulled away the soiled diaper and filled it with nasty wipes, folding the grossness away. I tucked the clean diaper under Stinky’s red butt. It took me two tries at taping it shut. It was too loose the first. That day after she had left the police station, she did not want to go home with her mother so she said she needed some things at school and would be home later. She found herself starring in to Mr. Warren’s eyes with his hand lightly touching her face and she could feel herself get warm and wet between her legs. Embarrassed, she decided she should go and that’s when it happened, he kissed her. It was light and fast but she knew it happened. That night, she had dreams about Jackson Warren.