Red_Roses_and_Black_Dahlias_-_Macy_T

breathing down her neck. And here I was basically molesting her in my
sleep. Coming in my fucking pants from the force of my orgasm.
Fucking dammit, that was the best orgasm of my life.
I wanted her so much.
The first time I saw something in Sofia Raymond was three weeks before
her eighteenth birthday.
The last time I arrested her.
It was nothing sexual or even physical, really. I just felt that pull to her,
the urge to get to know her and to discover what was hiding behind a
seemingly troubled girl. The need to help her had lingered ever since I first
met her, but that night, it intensified ten folds.
She had been graffitiing an old building in the south side of town, and I’d
gotten a call from the old lady living in the apartments right in front of it.
Honestly, it bummed me out to arrest her before she’d finished because
what she had been painting was beautiful. It was a myriad of three different
flowers of which I only recognized jasmine and roses. The last one was
unfamiliar though, I wasn't sure I’d seen any flowers of that kind before, but
it was just as beautiful.
So I waited in my car, on the side of the road until she was done. And
then I took her to the station.
I felt so captivated with her that night. So drawn to that tiny girl with a big
attitude who made several of my officers cry, that I realized I was attracted to
something in Sofia Raymond. And it wasn’t even physical, that would’ve
been too easy. She was wearing one of her signature cargo, sneakers, with a
cropped top, letting some skin at the top of her stomach show.
She was attractive, sure, only a liar would say otherwise, though I had
never really looked at her before this whole debacle started. Now I saw how