"Don't worry about it. I just couldn't stand watching you struggle with 'em."She looked back into her house and with a slight tone of anxiousness or m...ybe desperation, she asked, "Do you want something to drink? I got beer in the fridge."A nice cold one did sound good, so I agreed. She started into the house and then looked back. "Please come in. It's too hot to stand out here anymore."Her kitchen was nice and cool and she grabbed me a tall boy and one for herself."I hope you don't mind this. The screen told me it was Sylvia, my so called cop friend. “So whats up super sleuth?” I asked.“I got a call from Agent Timothy McMann of the DEA. He is coming to Oxford to brief the Oxford Police on the latest in designer drugs. I just wanted to tell you that you must have a lot of juice to get him down here so fast” Sylvia said.“Hold on, I had a half dozen messages this morning but I haven’t read them yet,” I said. “Got a text telling me there would be a DEA agent coming. So the DOJ does have. He’d waited until she approached him, made her be the one to flirt first, let her set the pace. He’d had to stop himself from asking her over and over again if she was certain she wanted to do this.But he wanted her – oh, how he wanted her – and he was done with waiting. She had shown him in every way possible the feeling was mutual, and it was time to stop agonising over it and make a move. She deserved someone who would show her exactly how desirable she was, not someone frozen in. Slim. A big head of shaggy curly dark brown hair. And he was mixed. With light brown skin and a white smile. He got in the car and said, “drive, I know a place..” So I followed his directions to a large dark parking lot with a smallish building on it. We pulled up to the back corner of the lot where it was dark. I said, “man my car is small not sure how to make this work.” His response was a deep chuckle, “Ok we will move both the front seats all the way up and go to the back and I will fuck.