I put my lips around his cock and I sucked on it lightly. Jim let out a long moan. I knew then that he was in the mood for a good fucking.

“That is what I call a hard cock.” I said while stroking his cock.

“You do it to me every time.” Jim said with a smile.

Jim's cock was long and hard. There were veins that went up and down it that looked like a river. They looked like a river that you would expect to see on a map. The head of his cock was well defined. It looked like a swollen fireman's hat.

“I love the way you suck cock.” Jim said as he placed his hand on the back of my head.

Jim pushed my face into his cock so hard, that I thought I was going to choke. Jim must have really enjoyed this blow job, because he never has acted like this before.

“I love sucking your cock.” I said as I looked up at him.

If you haven't guessed by now, I work at a motel. Here I give blow jobs for ten dollars. That is all I do. I suck cock all day long. If they want to go all the way, they go to one of the other girls. I also make sure that they wear a condom when I suck their cock. Most men find it strange to get their dicks sucked while wearing a condom, but that is my rule. Most men say that I suck a dick so good, that it doesn't matter if they wear a condom. If they don't like it, they can risk getting a disease from another girl. They will find someone to suck their cock without wearing a condom.

I could tell that Jim was enjoying himself because of the way he was puckering up his lips. It made his mustache look like a long carpet that went along his upper lip. I have always liked men who have mustaches. I don't like beards or side burns, but I do like a mustache. I think it makes a man look distinctive. I also like the way it tickles my pussy. Come on girls, you know what I am talking about!

Jim likes it when I play with his balls when I suck his cock. This drives him crazy. I have been sucking Jim's cock now for a few years. I would say he is one of my more steady customers. Usually he comes in once per week, but sometimes we will come in two times. Jim always comes to me to get his dick sucked. I think that says a lot about my cock sucking ability. If there is one thing I know, it is business. It is a good business practice to give customers the most bang for their buck. I do that, trust me I do.

I've been told by women that when their man comes in for one of my blow jobs, they never come out the same. Wives and girlfriends have told me that their men will beg them to suck cock like I do. Maybe I am bragging, but I don't mean to.

If there is one thing a woman should do it's get to know her man's cock. Most women don't take the time to get to know their man's cock. I don't know why that is, but I don't understand it. I love getting my face in their crotch and getting to know what they like. I love sucking cock, maybe that is why I do it for a living.

I don't look at a blow job as something that is just about pleasure. I see it as a way to get to know my man. There is nothing more personal than having a man's penis in your mouth. I always make sure that I find out what my man likes to have done. Some men love to cum in your mouth, other guys like you to play with their balls. Some, just love getting some attention down there.

I've been sucking cock for twenty years. Not exactly twenty years, but close enough. I like to think that I know what men like. But, I also know that what I don't know, I will figure out. Some men have little quirks about them that others don't. I had one boyfriend that liked it when I let my hair grow long. He liked to run his fingers through my hair when he came. I could tell that he enjoyed his orgasms more when he did this.

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I was laying in my bed and feeling so comfy. I love just laying underneath the blankets and relaxing. Sometimes on winter days I will lay under the blankets for an hour or so and listen to the radio. You know how it is when it is cold outside. You don't even want to get out from under those warm comfy blankets.

“We have a problem,” Kelly said as she walked into my bedroom.

“What is it?” I asked, half asleep.

“Something is wrong with the toilet. It won't flush,” Kelly said as she sat on the side of my bed.

“Did you try pushing the lever?” I asked, still dazed.

“Do I look stupid?” Kelly asked.

“I don't know,” I said waking from my daze.

I could tell that Kelly was frustrated with me. I didn't know what else to do. I was still half asleep and wasn't sure what she was talking about. I rolled over and looked at the clock. I still should have been sleeping. It wasn't another hour before I should have woke up.

“What did you do in the toilet?” I asked.

“I went to the bathroom,” She replied.

“I know that. Did you pee or poop?” I asked.

“I only peed, but we need to have the toilet fixed.” Kelly said looking down at me.

I tossed and turned trying to wake myself up. I just couldn't shake the feeling that I didn't get enough sleep. I could have used a cup of coffee right about then. But, I wanted to go back to bed. I tried to think what we could do about the toilet. I'm not really good at such things. I couldn't fix the toilet if I had to. That's why I keep telling Kelly that one of us needs to get a boyfriend. That way we have someone around the house that can do stuff like that.

“I guess you could look through the phone book and find a plumber that can come over,” I said as I thought what we could do.

“Will you split the cost?” Kelly asked.

“Sure, just tell me how much it is and I will pay you,” I said as I pulled the blankets up near my head.

“Okay. I'll let you know after he tells me how much it costs.” Kelly said as she got up off of the bed.

I got comfortable again and closed my eyes. I really wanted to go back to sleep. I didn't have to be to work until about five hours, but I didn't want to go in and be all cranky and shit like that. You know how it is when you don't get enough sleep. If I go to work cranky, all the women there tell me that I need to get laid. We always say that to each other if one of us is acting cranky. I got really comfy, but I didn't feel like I was going to fall asleep. When I can't sleep, I usually count sheep. I know that is what people on television do, but it works for me. Sometimes I will count cute kitties jumping over the fence instead of sheep. That works too if I can't fall asleep.

“Sandra wake up!” Kelly said as she ran into my room.

“What? What's going on?” I asked as I jumped out of bed.

“The plumber is here and he is fucking cute!” Kelly said excited.

“You woke me up to tell me the plumber was cute?” I asked, kind of bitchy.

“Believe me, this is one guy you want to fuck,” Kelly said almost so excited that she was jumping up and down.

I got out of bed and I slowly walked to the bathroom. I didn't want the guy to know I was looking at him. At first all I could see was his big package as he laid down on the floor. I then got a good look at his face. This sure was one fucking hot guy! I knew what Kelly was up to, but I wasn't sure if I wanted in on it. Sometimes we have three ways with guys. She loves the look on their faces when they see us eating each other's pussies. I slowly walked back into my bedroom. I wasn't sure what to say to her. The first thing I noticed was, Kelly had taken off all of her clothes except her bra. That told me that she wanted to fuck that guy. I took one look at her nice pussy and I decided that sleep was something that I could do later on. I wanted in on this action.

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My friend Tabitha and I are whores. I know what you may be thinking, but I don't care. I could care less what you think about it. After all, I'm sure some of you have been to whores as well. We get all kinds of clients from all over the world. You wouldn't believe how busy our days are. The trick to our success is, we only work in pairs. If a customer wants one of us, they have to get both of us. Most men really like the idea of being with two women. I haven't heard any complaints yet about it.

Eric, a customer of ours called me up on my cell phone. He asked if we could swing by where he works. Him and his friend Jim wanted a little action. I told him that we could be there in an hour. Eric said that would be fine and said to just walk in, the garage door would be open. Eric is one of our best customers. He will call us up at least once per week. Him and Jim chip in together to get our services. I really don't care, as long as we get our money. I don't know why Eric calls us though. Even Jim for that matter. They are both good looking guys with good jobs. I'm sure they could find women that would put out when they asked. Tabitha said that they might be boyfriends. You know, bisexual. They both like women, but they like men even more. That kind of makes sense to me. I have caught Eric looking at Jim while he fucked me before. But, I can't imagine that two handsome men like that would be like that. You never know though, nothing surprises me these days.

Tabitha said that she wanted to pick up something to eat before we went over to the garage. I asked her what she wanted to do and she said that she wanted to go out for a burger. I was hoping that she would go back to her house and cook us something. I'm not much of a cook myself. I can boil water without many problems, but that is about it. You can't eat hot water! Though, it is good for scrubbing the floor when it is really dirty. We got burgers and sat in the car and ate them. Tabitha said that her burger tasted like it was over cooked. Mine tasted fine, but they did put a lot of mayo on it. I don't understand why these places load the sandwiches up with mayo. I don't mind a little bit, but I don't want so much on the sandwich that it drips out of the sides.

We finished our burgers and I went over to the gas station to get some mints. I never thought to ask them to not put onions on my sandwich. I ate a few mints and Tabitha said she couldn't smell onions on my breath. It isn't a long drive over to the garage. It only takes about ten minutes, depending on traffic. We have some customers that are about an hour or so drive away. We make them pay extra if we have to drive over to their place. They don't mind, in fact we service one older guy who says that we are the only whores that he gets. He says that one of these days his ticker will go out on him because we are way too good in bed. I don't know about that, but any old man who can handle two women is something else. Most old guys that I know wouldn't be able to get it up for five minutes, let alone last as long as this guy can. Tabitha thinks he might use Viagra, but I don't know about that. I would be pretty surprised if he did.

As soon as we go there, Jim and Eric came out. They were looking good as they normally do. I really don't know what to make of them being bisexual or not. Sometimes I think they might be. I mean, they are two really good looking men that take care of themselves. I've never known a straight man to take care of themselves the way that they do. Jim told me that I would be his piece of ass tonight. I batted my eye lashes and told him that I would be his piece of ass any night that he asked me to be. Jim got a kick out of that. Tabitha walked up to Eric and felt up his cock. Eric smiled at her and I thought that Jim was watching her like a hawk. Maybe I was reading into it more than I should have. I don't know.

I got on my knees and started sucking on Jim's cock. All Jim could do was look down at me and smile. There wasn't much else that he could do. I'd like to think that I can suck a cock the way a man likes it. I've sucked so many cocks, that I can't even keep them all straight. I used to keep track how many different customers that we used to have, but I don't any more. Some come and go so fast that you forget their name. I think I counted up about two hundred men that we have had sex with in the past. That number might be a little low.

“You do your best work on your knees,” Jim said looking down at me.

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I saw an ad in the paper that advertised handyman services. I have been needing some work done around my house, so I thought I would give them a call. A really cute sounding guy answered the phone and asked what I needed done. I told him and he said that it wouldn't cost very much if I went through him. He said that the other handymen in the area would charge up to double what he would charge me. I was sold. Not only was I going to get a good deal, but he sounded really cute.

Doug said that he would come over tomorrow after lunch. Doug said that he had a job that he had to do first thing in the morning. That was fine with me, I don't like to get up early anyway. I'm more of a night owl, if you know what I mean. I had the day off and I wanted to sleep in. You know how it is when you get up for work every day early in the morning. I like my beauty sleep on my days off. The next day came before I knew it. This is what really happened. Doug turned out to be something else. You will see what I mean in a minute.

“Come on in.” I said as I heard a knock on my door.

Doug walked in and I was blown away. Standing before me was a super hot guy and I didn't know what to say. It was all I could do to keep myself from stuttering. I looked at his long black hair and I felt a shiver go up my spine. He looked at me with a nervous smile, like he wasn't sure what to say to me.

“What do you need me to do?” Doug asked as he looked around the place.

I knew what I needed him to do all right. I needed him to stuff my pussy with his tool. There was no way around that. It was then that I made up my mind that I was going to fuck him. I needed his cock in my pussy really bad. I didn't know what had gotten into me. I'm not usually like this. I don't usually fall head over heals for a man like this. But, he was such a manly man. He had a tool box and wore work clothes. He looked like he was a hard working guy. That is a turn on in itself. I love a man that is good with his hands. The problem is, most men that are good with their hands, aren't half as good looking as Doug.

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“Miss, could I be seated in the smoking section?” I asked as I waved down a waitress.

Normally I would stand there and wait until someone waited on me. But, I wasn't in the mood for that. I had so much fucking shit to do, that I didn't want to waste one minute.

“Sure thing, follow me.” The lady said as she picked out a table for me.

I sat down and lit a cigarette. I blew the smoke out of my nostrils and sat back in the chair. The smoke felt good as it went into my lungs. But, coming out was another story. I coughed so damn hard, I was actually wishing that I wasn't a smoker. Why is it that those first few cigarettes in the morning are so harsh? I can smoke all day without coughing one bit, but those morning cigarettes drive me crazy.

“I'll take two scrambled eggs, wheat toast, and some home fries.” I said to the waitress after she asked if I was ready to order.

“What would you like to drink?” She asked.

“I'd like black coffee.” I said as I handed her my menu.

“I'll be out with your order shortly.” The waitress said as she walked away.

I got on my cell phone and called my boss. Usually she calls me, but this morning she didn't. The phone rang and rang. No one answered the phone.

The only thing I could think of was, she was out drinking all night long. I've often wondered if she has a drinking problem. She is always out drinking and picking up men. All kinds of men, black men too. She says that once I have tried a black cock, I will crave it forever. I don't know about that, I've never been with a black man.

I'm not a racist. I have nothing against black people. I've never met any of them that I found attractive. I shouldn't say that, because it isn't true.

I've seen a few black men at the gym who are good looking. I guess a black man has never asked me out. I don't like to ask men out, that makes me feel sluty. I certainly would go out with a black man if they asked. As long as they weren't drunks or perverts, but that standard is the same for all other guys.

I have to admit that after she started going out with black guys, I rented a few porn movies with black guys in them. There were some black women too, it was one of those inter-racial porn movies. Usually one of the people were white and the other black. I have to say, I did masturbate several times while watching this movie. Those black guys sure have big dicks. I have never seen a white guy in real life with a dick that big. If I did, it might actually scare me! Those fucking things were huge!

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Tom called me up and asked if I would help him wash his car. I don't know why he just doesn't pay someone to clean his car. Tom says that no one but either me or him can touch the car. That is so damn silly. He acts like that car of his is worth more than gold. I told Tom that one of these days something will happen to it and he will go nuts. He said that he wouldn't go nuts, he would just get another car to fix up. I'm not sure what would be worse. I shouldn't say stuff like that, I love my Tom. He is a great guy. Just a little crazy when it comes to cars. I guess we all need something to make our lives complete. He could be doing much worse things than messing around with that car of his.

I told Tom that I had some errands that I needed to run. I would have to come home and put on some old clothes if he wanted me to help wash the car. He said that would be fine, he had a few things that he needed to do also. I didn't have much to do, but I needed to get the stuff out of the way. My dog needed some food. If I let him run out of food, believe me, he would have let me know it. That damn dog acts like the world is going to end if I don't feed him as soon as I get home from work. I wish my life was that easy. Lay around all day and wait for someone to feed you. That would be my kind of life. Not only that, but dog's can lick themselves. I won't even go there, you ladies know what I'm talking about.

I put on an old pair of shorts and a sports bra. I normally don't go out and about wearing just a sports bra, but I knew there would be no one around. Tom keeps his car in the back of his house. That way nothing can get to it. He only takes it out for drives on Sundays, but every day he is back there doing something to it. I don't know what he is doing, but it is always something. I told him if he could figure out a way to put a pussy on that car, I would be in some serious trouble. I wouldn't hear from him for weeks. Tom got a kick out of that and said that nothing would even come close to my pussy. I guess that's one thing that I will always have on that car. I'm not sure if that should make me feel good or not.

I'm jealous of that damn car. There, I said it. But, I really am. I know that I shouldn't be, but that is how life goes. I'm jealous of it and there is no way around it. I wish that he would spend half of the time he spends with that car, with me. I know I should just be happy that he has a hobby and that he isn't getting in trouble. I had a boyfriend that was always in trouble with the law. It was so embarrassing to tell my family that he was in jail again. I guess at least with Tom, I know that I'll never have to tell my parents stuff like that about him. My parents like Tom, so that's a big plus to me. If my mom likes the man I'm dating, that tells me he is a good man. I'm old fashioned like that.

I arrived over at Tom's house. I didn't even knock on the door, I knew that he would be around back playing around with the car. Tom looked up at me as he was polishing the chrome in the back of the car. I don't know what it's called, but I know he was working on the metal thing on the back of the car. If you can't tell, I don't know too much about cars. I should though, after listening to all of the stuff that Tom has told me over the years. You would think by now I would be a car expert. I can say, I do know more about cars now than what I did when we first met. When we first met, all I knew was where to put the gas. Now, I can do all kinds of things. I can even check the air in my tires. Doesn't sound like much, but it is to me.

“How are you doing sweetie?” Tom asked as he heard me walking near him.

“Not too bad. You?” I asked.

“I think there is a little chip in the paint on the rear fender,” Tom said as he looked up at me.
“Oh no! Should we call a doctor?” I asked, trying to pretend to be overly concerned.

“You women don't understand. This is my baby!” Tom said as he polished the metal on the back of the car.

I'll never understand men and their cars, but that's just life I guess. I really don't know if it all makes that much of a difference. I love Tom and that is all that matters to me. Tom is a good man, someone who I would like to marry. I guess even if he does spend too much time with his car, he does love me. Love is something that is hard to find these days. When you do find it, you better keep a hold of it. You never know when you will be finding love again.

Tom threw me a sponge and told me to get to work. The look on his face told me that something was up. I just didn't know what. I washed the front part of the car and looked at it closely. It didn't look too dirty to me. I mean, it wasn't exactly clean, but not dirty enough to wash it. Most people would love a car to be half as clean as Tom's car was. It wasn't long until I found out why he wanted me to wash his car.

“What are you doing?” I asked as I felt Tom scrubbing me with soap.

“Oh sorry, I thought you were the car,” Tom said with a smile.

“Look at what you did! Now I will have to take off my sports bra!” I said as I took it off.

“Do those nice tits of yours need cleaning as well?” Tom asked.

“If you are going to wash them, go for it.” I said looking at Tom with a silly face.

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I'm a bartender at a high class restaurant. This isn't the normal beer joint that you might be thinking of. This is the type of bar where people order fancy mixed drinks and leave big tips. I've worked in a few beer joints in my day. I've always wanted to be a bartender since I saw one on television when I was a kid. I remember how fascinated I was when I would watch westerns with my dad. The men always drank heavily and the women were always sexy. My mom would always tell my dad that she wished he drooled over her half as much as he did the babes in the westerns. It wouldn't be a long time until I understood what she meant.

I went to work like I normally do. Looking forward to serving my customers. This isn't the type of place where people get drunk. People come and have a few drinks, loosen up a bit. They talk to me or who ever is in the bar. A lot of people come up to the bar after they have finished their meals. Very few people stop in just for a drink. I guess that's because we are mostly known as a restaurant and not as a bar. Though, it does get pretty crowded on the weekends. People like to come out for a bite to eat and have a drink or two. Especially when it's summer time and no one wants to cook in a hot kitchen. The bar is always cool as a cucumber, no matter how hot it is outside.

“What kind of beer do you have on tap?” A nice looking black man asked.

“What are you looking for? We have both domestic and imports on tap,” I said as I watched him sit down at the counter.

“Hook me up with an import. Give me what you think is the best.” The man said as he looked at me in a sexual way.

I'm the type of person who loves to drink. I shouldn't say it like that, but I think you know what I mean. I love to have a beer or a glass of wine. I usually don't get drunk, but I will sip on a drink when I get off of work. Sometimes I come home and mix myself a drink and feel like I'm back at work. Usually I just pour myself a glass of red wine or drink a bottle of beer. I think a drink each day is good for the nerves. I've read where a drink a day will make you live to a ripe old age. But, I'm not sure if I believe that. I don't know if alcohol can do such a thing or not. I would like to hope so, but I won't be holding my breath.

I handed him a glass of beer and he took one sip and looked at me. I wasn't sure if he liked the beer or if he thought it was awful. He took another sip and gave me a big smile. That's when I knew that he liked it. The man drank the beer as I wiped off the counter. I told him not to worry, I would clean his side when he was done.

“How are you doing?” Matty asked as she walked up to the man.

“Not bad. How are you?” The man asked.

“Not bad at all. In fact, I'm good now that you are here Charles.

“This is Charles. He is a long time friend of mine,” Matty said as she introduced us.

“Nice to meet you.” I said as I continued cleaning.

I usually have quite a bit of stuff to do right before we close. I watched Matty flirt with Charles and it got me to wondering. Why would they do such a thing in a public place like this? I over heard her talking about his cock and what she would do to it. I've never heard Matty say such things before. In fact, I always thought she was a lesbian. We had a fling about a week ago, but it wasn't nothing major. She felt me up and fingered me until I came. It wasn't ground breaking or anything like that, but it did feel good. I listened to them talk some more and it blew my mind. Charles was asking her if she wanted him to eat her pussy.

“Why don't you two go in the bathroom and fuck already!” I said as I listened to them talk dirty.

“Why go to the bathroom? We can fuck right here and you can join us,” Matty said with a silly smirk.

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This is Sharon again. You might remember that I'm a cop and Doug is my partner. That was some call that we went out on a few days ago. You know, the one I told you about.

Well, we had a few interesting calls last night that I will tell you about. I don't know if I have enough time to tell you about all of them, but I will tell you the steamy part. Because I know, that is what you really want to hear.

This week we are working day shift. This is probably the most boring shift to work. Not much goes on during the day time. Most of the time it is just angry drivers that curse at others. That seems to be what starts all of the problems around here. I wish I knew why they are always so pissed off.

I met Doug for breakfast. We went to this little restaurant that serves the best breakfast you could ever imagine. I had two eggs over easy and some hash browns. Doug on the other hand had three eggs, two pancakes, and two sausage patties. As I told you before, this guy can eat like crazy and not gain a pound. I don't know how he does it. If I ate that much, it would go straight to my ass!

Doug told me all about what is going on with his divorce. His wife is being a bitch and is trying to get the house. I'm not sure why he is fighting it, because that house is a dump. I hate to talk like that, but it is true. The house looks like shit on the outside and the inside. I guess the reason why he is fighting it so much is, it is a symbol of his hard work. Since she didn't do anything but sit on her ass, the house was symbolic of all of the hard work he has done as a police officer. I'd sell the house and spend the money on something to piss her off. Like a down payment on a better house or something. But, he isn't as evil as I am. What can I say, I'm a woman!

On the way out of the restaurant I asked the woman at the register if they do take out orders. She said they did, all that I needed to do was call it in. I think I will get my lunch from there today. The last thing I want to eat is a cheese burger and fries. I already know what Doug will want, so I need to have something planned for when I get mine.

We went to the station and got our car. Everyone seemed to be in a bad mood today. The coffee pot wasn't working right and no one had any coffee. If there is one thing that I have learned, it is to stay away from a police officer that is in need of a cup of coffee.

Believe me, it isn't a pretty sight. Luckily, I had coffee with my breakfast. Sometimes me and Doug goes to a gas station that has great coffee. Since we don't spend all day at the station, we don't have access to their coffee. It is a good thing too, because that shit tastes like oil.

The stuff at the gas station can be old, but even when it is, it never tastes as bad as the stuff from the station.

“Is that guy swerving?” Doug asked as he pointed at a car.

“I don't know, let's follow it.” I said as I got behind it.

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I'm a psychiatrist that has my own office. I used to share a practice with a partner of mine, but he has since retired. I knew that he only had a few years to go when we went into business together. I also knew that I would get all of his clients when he retired. That's why I did it. I knew that I would be raking in the bucks when he retired. I'm not stupid when it comes to business, even though most people think women are. Not me, I've got a good head on my shoulders.

Frank, he has been coming to see me for a few years now. He has come a long ways in his recovery. I know I shouldn't be talking about my patients, but I have disguised his name. You won't be able to tell who he is just by reading this. I know that he wouldn't mind me telling you this stuff anyway. He is the type of person who is open and honest with his problems. This is what really happened when Frank came into my office. Just remember, I have changed some of the small details slightly to protect his identity. Nothing else has been changed.

“How are you doing today Frank?” I asked as he laid down on the couch.

“Well, not so good,” Frank explained.

“What seems to be the problem?” I asked.

“I've been having panic attacks lately. I think it's because of my new job,” Frank explained, waiving his hands in the air.

“What about the new job has been giving your panic attacks?” I asked.

“I've been trying to understand that myself. I think it's because I will be doing something that I'm not familiar with. Around people that I don't know,” Frank said as he got up and looked at me.

I looked over his record and I saw that this was something that is usually a problem for Frank. I've treated him long enough to understand how he thinks and deals with situations. I keep notes in his file so I can remember the small details of his life. Stuff I can't talk about here, but I'm sure you understand. Frank is getting married in a few months and that has him all worked up as well. Men are always the ones who get worked up when it comes to marriage. Women, we get upset when we get close to the marriage date also. But, for us, it is much different. Men feel like they are being trapped into something that they don't want to do. Women on the other hand feel like marriage is telling the world how much you love each other. Two very different views from two people who will hopefully be spending the rest of their lives together.

“Have you been taking your medication?” I asked.

“Every day, twice a day,” Frank looked up at me in a matter of fact way.

“I would suggest that you just take things one at a time. Identify what triggers you and how you can deal with it. You need to do this one foot in front of the other,” I advised.

“That makes sense. You are always so helpful to me,” Frank said.

“I'm glad I can help you Frank.” I said as I looked over his record.

Frank takes only one medication twice a day. I have some patients who take up to four pills per day. That doesn't mean that he isn't as bad as they are, it just means that the one pill does the trick for him. Though, chances are he will have to be put on something else as the years go by. That's how this medication works. After several years it can loose it's effectiveness. Sometimes It can be very difficult finding out what medication works the best, but usually after some trial and error I get it right. You have to be patient when it comes to things such as this.

“Can I tell you something without you getting mad at me?” Frank asked.

“Sure,” I replied.

“Your tits look very nice today,” Frank said with a nervous smirk.

“Frank! Why are you looking at my breasts?” I asked shocked.

“Sorry, I was only looking because they are nice.” Frank said as he hung his head.

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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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