The Traffic Stop Ch. 02

The butterflies in Marcia's stomach almost made her dizzy as she waited for David to answer his cell phone. She wondered if he would be as receptive now, as he had been on that deserted highway. Or, she wondered, would Sgt. Dave Sample of the Haven County Sheriff's Officer just think of Marcia as just yet another cop groupie?another fender lizard.
Marcia's mind was spinning, as the phone continued to ring, then was picked up by voice mail. "Damn it. I don't want to leave a fucking message," she whispered through her teeth, as she ended the call. What Marcia had to say could not be left in the voice mailbox. Half of her worried that he would share the message with his buddies at some little coffee shop. The other half worried that he would just delete the message thinking that Marcia had been a mistake he should not repeat.

Marcia sat the phone back in the cradle beside the couch. She felt silly at that moment, almost pathetic. There she was sitting on the couch in a see-through, floor-length gown, five-inch matching blue mules and nothing else. She had spent too much time preparing herself for this man, Marcia thought. Her hair long, black hair had been teased so that it was full and wild. Her body had been scented in all the most strategic places. Yet, there she sat, alone on the couch, with only a rerun of Law