For the first two years, Abby had been assigned as an assistant to the desk sergeant at the First Precinct, Police Headquarters itself. The work was h...rdly difficult, given the secretarial skills she had developed on her prior job. Still there was a certain fascination in being so close to the action and playing what she believed was a vital part.That was until the war ended, and as the old song said, Johnny came marching home. In her case, Johnny turned out to be Officer Michael Patrick. The two sat at the end of the bed.They talked about Rick, Jenna’s concerns with him and his drunken behavior, and thoughts of divorce. Jenna was too embarrassed to discuss her wanton thoughts about Jim or her fucking Jack.“Sounds like Rick has some real issues that you may still be able to help him with and both of you work through,” Cindy stated.“Your right, I guess. But not just yet. I’m fucking pissed and need time.”“Why don’t we go hang out,” Cindy asked. “Why don’t you come to the beach. “Is that you?” Inhaling deeply, and steadying my tone I replied. “Yeah, it’s me. What’s up?” I tried to sound light hearted and sweet as usual. “Oh, I see. I was just wondering, because you never called.” There was a long pause, and all I could think was... Well, that’s because you’re an asshole. “Yeah, I was busy, sorry," I told him. A little taken aback as I could tell he asked... “Oh really, doing what?” I could hear the stupid little condescending tone in his voice. “Things...” I. I told him okay but I had a condition, he would have to be nude and do something for me while we were there. He eagerly agreed to my request whatever it was. My plan was to embarass and show him off at the beach. We left our hotel nearby once we got there and I just wore a slipover dress....no panties or bra. I teased him on the way there by pulling up my dress and exposing my pussy to him as he drove. He was hot and read to go when we walked down the steep cliff to the beach. There were more.