My name is Sharon and my partner's name is Doug. We are both police officers. We make our living working on the streets. Most of the time we respond to calls, but every now and then we get a bad guy on our own.

I've been doing this now for about twelve years and Doug has been doing it for around nine years. We have been partners for the past five years. As you can imagine, we hold each other's lives to the highest degree. When you are in this business, if you don't watch your partners back, you are worthless. There are many times he has saved my life.

Lately we have been working about sixty hours a week. Some weeks a little more, some weeks a little less. We lost several officers in a shoot out a few months ago. There was a big shoot out between some drug dealers and the cops. Me and my partner were there. It wasn't a pretty sight. Let me tell you one thing, it breaks your heart to watch a fellow officer die. After all you have been through with them, to see them die is more than you can handle.

One of the officers who died was the mother of three children. I feel so sorry for her kids. They are just old enough to go to school. They will never get to know their mom. I probably cried for a whole week when she died.

Sometimes I wonder why the good people always die. I mean, you rarely ever see these crack heads dying. No, they will live forever and be in good health. You take someone like Carol, who was trying to make a difference and make the world a better place.

She dies at thirty five. I mean, come on. Why couldn't have it been some guy with a needle shooting drugs in his arm? Maybe it is mean to think that way. I don't think I care though. Every time I drive by her house, I think of her.

I lost my dad when I was young. I know what these kids will be going through. I can't tell you how many times I have just wanted to hear my dad's voice again. How much I would love to cook him a meal and eat supper together.

I never got the chance to do that with my dad. He died when I was four years old. Every time I want to go over and see Carol's kids, I end up not going. I bought them toys to help take their mind of off things. But, I had to give them to Carol's sister to give to the kids. I just can't be around them. I am sad for them, but it also makes my pain come out too. Even though it has been as long as it has, I'm not sure that I have dealt with dad's death. In fact, I know I haven't.

“Unit four, we have a domestic violence situation over at 5654 Circle Drive.” The dispatcher said over the radio.

“We need you to go see what is going on. The boyfriend appears to be drunk and possibly has a gun.” The dispatcher further explained.

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“Thank you so much for taking me on this trip.” I said after I gave Eric a kiss.

“You are the best boyfriend that I have ever had.” I said as I kissed him again.

“I know you said you always wanted to fly on a plane.” Eric said as he looked out the window.

“Yes I have. This is so neat. I can't wait for us to get in the air.

First a lady came over the loud speaker and gave us instructions. She told us to buckle our seat belts and this sort of things. Then the captain told us some stuff. I don't remember what all they said. They thank us for flying their airline and to enjoy the trip. I was so excited, that I couldn't focus on what they were talking about.

“How long do you think we will be in the air?” I asked as I got even more excited.

“About three hours. It should take us about three hours to go to California.” Eric said as he looked at his watch.

“Just think how long it would take us if we drove to California.” I said as I paused to think about it.

“Too long.” Eric chuckled.

We didn't really have any plans in California. The only plans that we had were to fly on the plane. I think Eric said he wanted to watch a basketball game if there were tickets still on sale. I hate basketball, but I said it was okay since I got to ride in a plane.

“Buckle your seat belt.” Eric said to me as the plane started to rumble.

I was so excited, my stomach was churning. I felt like I was going to throw up. I was excited, but at the same time a little scared. Scared because I didn't know what to expect.

“Do you fly often?” I asked.

“No, but I used to when my parents first got divorced.” Eric said as he watched me buckle my seat belt.

“I used to fly at least once per month. Then my dad moved back in with my mom. What a crazy time.” Eric said.

“It sounds like it.” I said.

“Yeah, well, they decided that they didn't want to be divorced after all.” Eric said as he looked around.

“That is good for them.” I said.

I felt the plan start to move. Every bone in my body was alert with excitement. Then, I seen that we were off the ground.

“I can't believe I am flying!” I said as I looked out the window.

As we went higher and higher, my ears started to hurt. Then, they started to pop.

“My ears are popping.” I said as I looked over at Eric.

“That will happen. Stay calm.” Eric said as he put his hand on my knee.

“I'm not afraid. I am excited!” I said as I watched out the window.

The higher we got, the smaller things looked out the window. I was shocked that I was actually looking at clouds. How neat is that? They looked like weird cotton balls as we flew near them.

“I feel like I can touch heaven up here.” I said to Eric.

“The world is such a beautiful place up here.” Eric said.

“I wonder if this is the same view God has of earth?” I asked.

“I don't know, but if I was God, this is how I would want to see the world.” Eric replied.

After about a half hour, the thrill kind of died down. I'm not saying that it wasn't very interesting, but I kind of got used to it. Not only that, but one of the people started being an asshole. He was drunk and and threw a pack of peanuts. I don't know what made him mad, but I think they told him he couldn't have anymore booze. I thought for a minute that someone was going to punch him in the face.

There was a little baby a few rows up from us. It was as cute as a baby could be. I was so surprised at how well behaved it was. It didn't cry even one time. The baby seemed like it enjoyed flying. Every now and then I would see it looking around. I tried to wave to it, but I don't think the baby noticed me. It was too focused on something else. Maybe there was a fly or something in the plane.

“Would you like to be in the mile high club?” Eric said.

I have never heard of such a thing. It sounded like something that referred to flying in planes, which was something that interested me.

“Are there any fees for the club?” I asked.

“There are some.” Eric said after he busted out laughing.

“How much does it cost?” I asked.

“You don't know what I am talking about?” Eric asked.

“No, I have no idea.” I said.

“The mile high club is a slang term for people who have had sex on a plane.” Eric said with a snicker.

“Oh, that sounds like fun.” I said.

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“When I think about you, I get so wet.” I spoke into the phone.

“When I think of you, my cock gets really hard.” Garry said.

“What are you doing now?” Garry asked.

“I'm playing with myself. I'm so horny, I can smell my wet pussy.” I said.

“I wish I was there to smell your pussy.” Garry said.

I could hear him jacking off through the phone. He must have been really pounding his cock, because it made a loud smacking sound.

“Would you be putting your fingers in my pussy like I am now?” I asked.

“No.” Garry stated.

“Why not?” I asked curiously.

“Because I would put my tongue deep in your wet pussy.” Garry said.

“Oh yeah, that sounds nice.” I said while flicking my finger against my clit.

“Then I would eat your pussy as if it were my last meal. I would savor every lick.” Garry said while jacking off even faster.

“That sounds so good.” I said after sticking two fingers inside my wet pussy.

“I can't handle this.” Garry said in a rushed manner.

“Can't handle what?” I asked.

“I can't handle phone sex. I don't want to hear how wet your pussy is. I want to feel it!” He said.

“You want to come over and feel my wet pussy?” I asked.

“You know I do.” He said.

“Why don't you come on over. I'll keep my pussy nice and wet for you.” I said.

“Okay, I'll be over in ten minutes. Keep your legs spread and that pussy wet!” Garry said right before he slammed down the receiver to the phone.

It was all I could do not to play with myself. I was so worked up. My clit was throbbing like it was never going to get touched again. The smell of my own pussy made me even more horny. I know when I am horny, because of how great my pussy smells. The whole room smells like pussy when I get worked up.

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I know you won't believe this, but I'm going to tell you anyway. I've been nagging my husband to take me out on the town. I like to go out for dinner and dancing some times. We haven't had the money to do anything like this for awhile. The roof on our house started leaking and that took all of our money to fix. I hate being pinned inside all the time. I need to get out and have some fun.

I nagged and nagged my husband to take me some where. I wanted a nice meal and all that stuff. He told me that we couldn't afford it, but there was something that he could do. He could cook me a nice meal and we could dance in our house. He even said that he would buy a bottle of wine if I wanted him to. I then realized that there was no way in hell that we were going to be able to afford going out to eat. So, I figured I would just let him do whatever he wanted. I liked the idea of getting a little special treatment. Not only that, but I would love not to have to slave over a hot stove for once. I cook all the meals around here, so you can imagine how sick and tired I am of cooking. I don't mind cooking usually, unless it's hot outside. Then, I would much rather just order a pizza. The problem is, we usually never have any money for pizza. Sometimes I will get the frozen kind and just throw it in the oven. That way I don't have to stand out in the kitchen and work.

Mark, my husband asked if I could wash his suit for the occasion. That told me he was taking this serious. I was glad that he was taking it serious, because I needed some love and affection. I can't get enough hugs and kisses each day. I miss the times where he would do little sweet things for me. Like cooking me breakfast in bed or just sitting on the porch and drinking a glass of wine. We used to sit on the porch with a glass of wine and talk for hours and hours. We would talk so much, that we would forget to drink the wine. We aren't drinkers anyway, maybe a glass of wine here and there. I think wine gets me in the mood for love making. I don't know what it is about wine, but it does that to me. I usually only take a few sips and the rest goes to waste. The only time I can drink alcohol is, when I split a beer with Mark. Sometimes we will go down to the sports bar and we will drink beer and eat buffalo wings. We will split a beer and I can drink all of that. That's because they make those wings so damn hot, you need something to drink right away! I love spicy food though, so I'm not complaining.

I washed his good suit and I also washed a dress of mine. The white one that Mark likes so much. Mark says that likes how my tits look in my white dress. I'll take his word on that. I don't know, I don't go around looking at my tits all day. I washed the clothes and got them ready for the big day. This was about two days or so before it happened. I'll be skipping ahead a few days so I can tell you how it all went down. I don't want to spoil the story for you, but it really was a good time. I'll just leave it at that.

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“Have you ever wondered what it would be like to go to the moon?” I asked Kate as I slid my arm under her neck.

“I've thought about it a few times,” Kate said as she looked over at me.

Both of us were laying on the ground looking up at the moon. It was a full moon, a beautiful full moon. There is nothing other than death that has fascinated people like the moon has. Simply looking at it sparks creativity that leads to questions that we can't answer.

“Would you go up there if you had the chance?” I asked.

Kate paused for a few minutes and looked up at the moon. The sky was clear, except for a few clouds that would cover the moon from time to time. In between our conversation the night spoke to us. The silence was broken by the sounds of city life. Sounds from cars, people, and even insects.

“I would only go there if you went with me,” Kate said as she kissed me lightly on the lips.

This made me feel good inside. I have been with so many women who really didn't care about me. I don't care if it was just some mushy shit to make me feel good. It did make me feel good, it also made me feel good that she would say such a thing. I like it when my partner tries to make me happy. Oh, why should I call her my partner? Just because I'm a lesbian doesn't mean that I can't have a lover. Kate is my lover, plain and simple.

“That is a nice thing of you to say. But, would you really go to the moon?” I asked as I moved my body closer to hers.

“I don't know, I really don't know. I'm not sure there is a reason for me to go up there,” Kate said as she looked at the moon.

Kate did have a point, I never thought about it like that before. I have always been interested in the moon, I try to look at it every night. I have since I can remember, I guess it is one of my quirks. I'd love to go to the moon, but I don't have a reason to go. I wouldn't be able to do any kind of science experiments or something that would make humanity better. But, it would be neat to look into outer space and to see what the earth looks like from far away.

“I'd like to go to the moon. I have no reason to, but I would like to look out into outer space and look back at the earth,” I explained.

“If you were up there, I would wave at you from down here,” Kate said as she gave me another kiss.

I wasn't sure that I could take all of this love. I have never experienced love like this. I have always dreamed of finding a nice woman who would love me, but I really never thought I would find her. Sometimes I think I really didn't try too hard, because I was afraid to admit that I am a lesbian. I'm not ashamed of it, but my family doesn't like it. I should say they don't understand, that would be more like it. My dad is okay with it, my mom on the other hand isn't. I can understand why my dad likes it, most men like the idea of two women having sex.

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