Bartlett, Alabama. Population 8,400.
A great place to raise a family and still be a tourist attraction. The town’s like a larger scale “Mayberry” complete with it’s fair share of Andy, Opie and Aunt Bea’s. It had it’s backwards lifestyle yet managed to be one of the state’s luckiest epicenters, having the largest natural lake in the entire region, “Lake Kironos”.
Surprisingly, the town itself hadn’t grown bigger to accommodate it’s economic ability. Aside from the lake itself, it had very little to offer the people. Lush farming on all four sides of Bartlett kept things home grown. With the exception of some prime swampland on the lakes further banks, it was the ideal location to settle down in. Something Garrison Dhorne had already tried to do once before. This time he was determined to make things work.
“Hi honey I’m home.”
Dhorne came to a crossroads braking his red Dodge Ram smack dab in the middle of the crossing and shut off the ignition. He sat there in the peace and quiet with both windows rolled down to feel a warm breeze circulate. “88” degrees and not a cloud in the sky.
Glancing down each of the four roads he found himself alone, a man in the middle. Sighing gruffly, “Reckon this here’s my mid-life crisis.”
Five years ago his wife Nora, a Broadway Opera singer native to Bartlett lost her life to a drunk driver. Leaving him behind to care for their son “Connor James”, a life that he wasn’t quite ready for.
His career kept him on the move making it difficult to have any semblance of a normal life. Dhorne himself had followed in the footsteps of his father becoming a Navy Seal, then graduating to a Black Ops unit. Special Special Forces.
He attempted a regular existence by marrying “Nora LeGend” and settling here in Bartlett for just under two years before his lust for adventure kicked back in. Nora didn’t approve of course, but she also knew who wore the pants and who wore the collar.
She had willfully embraced her life as a slave to Garrison Ozymandias Dhorne over their seventeen years of marriage. As far as he was concerned she was still right behind him. Having their son’s birth two days shy of their first wedding anniversary grounded him for six months. Then, business came before family. He would come home for two months then vanish again. Difficult on everyone especially his son growing up distant of his father’s love.
That was about to change he thought.
“Just like dirty diapers on a seventeen year old.”
Following Nora’s death Garrison hid behind his occupation rather than focus on the needs of his Boy. Leaving his son at first under the love and guidance of Nora’s parents “Augustus and Barbara”.
Then, transplanted to Nora’s sister “Nina Sebastian” to her regret. During the trying times of her own Husband’s untimely demise. It wasn’t long before arranging the troublesome teen’s final residence at a Military boarding school where he would be tamed down.
Of course like his Mother he adored Drama and Acting. He was certainly a Dhorne because taming was for “MASTERS”. Taming of the Shrewd Dhorne would call it.
The question was, who was tamed? He or his Instructor’s? His son may have taken after Nora’s talents more than Garrisons but he certainly had his father’s rebellious persona. After a lengthy stint in Iraq then Afghanistan Garrison Dhorne was ready to play Dad. Emphasis on “play”. As gritty as his life was led Garrison did indeed love a good game. Humor had never been sold short on “EBay”.
His mind lost to the past he forgets where he’s parked, hearing a police issue siren flip off and on twice with the lights blinking behind his truck. He glances up into his rear view mirror to see an officer step out of the car. What an officer she was!
She see’s his reflection in the side mirror coming to a halt at the bumper before patting the side of the bed, “Please step out of the truck, Sir”.
Dhorne humors her noting her big green eyes and spectacular body. Her long blond hair was pinned back but he knew there was plenty there to tug on when the time was right. Getting out of the truck he towers over her by five inches as he puts his hands up, “Afternoon Officer Zoe”.
She smiles coyly, “That’s Officer Brooks when on duty, Stranger”.
He grins at her stern attitude, “It’s been awhile Brooks. How you been?”.
He steps around her to gander at her backside while she merely tilts her head to the side watching him, “That’s harassing an Officer.”
Dhorne chuckles, “Her ass is still tight nuff to bounce a quarter on. Or should I say a silver dollar?”.
She hides her expression as she bends over to touch the ground. Dhorne rolls the palm of his hand over her slacks, “Just like the day we met Zoe. Firm to Squirm!”.
She whispers, “Thank you Sir. Welcome back. May I stand now?”.
He grins, “What’s yer hurry? Still afraid of what others may think about an officer of the law?”.
She sighs, “I love my job Sir. I’d like to retire from it in thirty years.”
Dhorne illegal bahis narrows his gaze, “Now who’s breaking the law?”
She takes a deep breath, “I am, Sir. Your law is the only law.”
Keeping a straight face he clasps his right hand over his left wrist behind his back and paces about the middle of the deserted rural area. He knew that any other day this road saw more traffic. “Good girl. Thanks for the welcome home escort.”
Zoe offers her welcome verbally as he moves to face her bent position, “Stand up!”
She obeys lowering her eyelids out of respect, “How long have I owned you, Brooks?”
She carefully mulls it over in her mind, “Five years, three months, eighteen days,…” she glances at her watch, “…nine hours, twenty-two minutes.”
He puckers his lips, “Sloppy seconds?”
She faintly smiles, “Is that not your decision, Sir?” “That’s my girl. Now slip out of that uniform.”
She raises an eyebrow then unfastens her belt pulling her tucked shirt out. Then lifts her left foot to pull off a boot in pursuit of her other boot. Shirt unbuttoned and peeled off of well tanned shoulders leaves her standing with only her pants, utility belt, Glock and a white lace bra covering her 38D breasts. Eyes still lowered her pants fall to the asphalt then are kicked aside. He puts a finger to her lips telling her to stop there as a car approaches from the west.
“Willing to risk your job for your MASTER?”
She swallows hard but offers him a show of inner strength, “I gave my word I would die for you, Sir. Therefore my career is meaningless. I would miss it though.”
The car reaches them halting at the stop sign to idle while taking in her breathtaking beauty. The driver of the car was an elderly man with glasses.
Zoe looks up against her better judgement, “Hello Moss.”
Mosser Petigrew leans out his drivers door window expressing a dull chalky voice, “Miss Zoe. Nice day.”
She looks at Dhorne who gives her a bitter expression, “Yer mistake was what?”
Zoe lowers her eyes again, “I let myself make a decision of disrespect by losing focus on you. I let the outside world in, blocking you out. Forgive me, Sir.”
Dhorne turns her to face him as he waves at the old man grinning, “Howdy Moss! Long time no see. Bet you never expected to ogle Zoe strip searchin’ herself for concealed weapons did ya?” The old man tilts his hat back by the brim, “What’s she hidin’?”
Dhorne keeps a straight face, “Ever hear of Chernobyl?”
Moss nods, “Damn Russian’s invade us?”
Dhorne sighs containing a smirk, “Yup! They hid a radioactive isogrope on her somewhere. It’s microscopic. She pulled me over and asked me to help her find it. Wanna help do yer country a service?”
Mosser’s eyes brighten, “I fought in W.W.II.” He steps out of his car slowly limping toward the front of it with his 91 year old limbs, “I used to find land mines.”
Zoe kept her composure while Dhorne patted up and down her back, her mind wanting to laugh, “Moss you check her front.”
The old man reaches toward her as Dhorne nudges her forward into his grasp. He clutches her breasts as she closes her eyes, “Find anything Moss?”
The elder Vet stammers, “Now how the hades can I find it if it’s microscopic? How can i feel it?” His eyes grow as big as saucer’s behind his spectacles. “These here sure ain’t tiny.” Moss starts chuckling as Zoe shivers with his hands squeezing her breasts gently. Of course she was repulsed by an 91 year old man tenderizing her. However, Master knew what he was doing. She would bite the bullet. “Think i found that pesky critter, Moss.” says Dhorne as she feels her bra clasp come undone. All she could think about was her Chief of Police giving her a pink slip and asking for her badge. “It’s ticking Moss. You might wanna step back in case she blows.”
She fought a moment of amusement as Mosser Petigrew hobbled back three steps, “Goddamned Commies! Wiring a pretty girl.”
Dhorne carefully removes her bra showing him its under wire. His attention was hardly on the bra frame and Dhorne knew it. Dhorne hesitated jerking back at her as if listening with an expression of shock, “Wait! You hear that Moss? The tickin’s not coming from the wire.”
Moss winces reaching up to his left ear trying to turn up his hearing aid. Oz leans in to put his ear up to Zoe’s left breast, “The tickin’s gettin’ faster.” He gives Moss a troubled expression, “Moss I found a fail safe. You recall the military installs them there two key deployments?”
Moss stood totally confused until Oz guides him back to face Zoe’s left tit, “You gotta turn this here nipple at the exact same time I do.”
Moss smacks his lips spitting a nasty combination of tobacco and saliva on the ground then looks at Dhorne who pinches her opposite nipple, “I’d crack my knuckles but my arthritis won’t let me.” Zoe wanted to burst into laughter but held it in as Moss and Oz gripped her nipples, “Okay Moss on the count of three. One hard turn right casino siteleri then a quick turn left.” A hesitation, “One. two, Now Moss!”
They managed it perfectly as Zoe grit her teeth whining under her breath at the pain. “Good job Moss. Ticking stopped. We just saved ZoeLou from blowing up.” Dhorne stands at attention saluting Mosser, “Congratulations Soldier. You did your country a great service.”
The elderly man nods without expression, “See what happens when cowboys become presidents? He leaps horses over Commie walls.”
Dhorne raised an eyebrow trying to decipher the mans logic when he pats Dhorne on the back pulling him aside out of Zoe’s hearing. “Did you tell her the Cold War was over?” He winks and pinches his own pectorals through his shirt then returns to his car.
Dhorne and Zoe both wave goodbye to Moss as Zoe frowns keeping her thoughts to herself. “He just milked the cow right outta Mosscow!”
She groans, “May I get dressed now, Sir?”
Oz notes her attitude, “Moral of the story is?”
She shakes her head, “As long as I fail I’ll never be safe?”
He steps behind her wrapping his arms around her waist then lays his chin on top of her head. “You never fail me.”
She sighs snuggling back against him, “Nor have you ever failed me, Sir. Safe at home.”
Dhorne kissed the top of her head pausing to reflect on their past then decides that those memories were for another day, “Get yer clothes on.”
Zoe turns instead to face him pulling him into a hug, “Not yet Sir. If I may speak freely?” He looks down at her and nods. “It’s good to have you home again. I’ve missed you. So has your god daughter. You need to stop by and rekindle with Holly. Even though she was just a baby the last time you saw her she still points at our picture. She remembers you very well. I miss her father, Sir. Simon never had a chance to even hold his daughter.”
She sees a tear well up in Dhorne’s eye as he nods just hard enough to make his sunglasses slip down over his eyes from his hair. She smiles continuing, “Yes my ability to be the perfect slave has waned without you here to guide me. I swear to you I’ll return to the way I was before you left. And just so you know I would walk naked right into the police station and masturbate on the Chief’s desk if you told me to. This little stunt reopened my eyes, Sir.” She giggles with a sigh, “Old Mosser’s probably going to tell the whole town about this.”
Dhorne nods, “Probably so. They’ll just say he’s senile. From war stories to whore stories. You stood loud and proud Zoe girl.”
He parts arms releasing her and begins picking up her uniform. As he hands each article back she puts them on until fully attired once more. “I’ll swing by yer house once I get my life right. My boy’s bus gets in at 7:00 tomorrow night. Not gonna be a pretty sight.”
She fidgets her lips, “You know I’ll be there if you need me, Sir.”
A grin between them prompts Dhorne to offer her a suggestion, “Much as I love being yer Sir and Master, ZoeLou. Unless I say different I’m still yer buddy “Oz”. “Yes, Sir.” He thought so. Both of them get into their vehicles and lean out their windows.
“Yo Brooks?” She listens carefully, “Tell Weston I want a copy of that video your squad car’s recording.”
The stunning Blond places a palm over her scarlet hued face, “I’ll tell him.” She shakes her head as Dhorne pulls away heading toward the lake. She slugs her fist on the steering wheel of her squad car sneering from side to side, “Dammit! Weston’s probably got me on YOUTUBE already.”
A spray of gravel from the side of the road she tails Dhorne until he swerves around the bend before roaring down another road. Maybe if she could reach the station she could beat her colleague to the camera transmission room. No such luck.
On his way into Bartlett were a set of hairpin curves that had over the years taken the lives of a surprisingly large number of unaware motorists. At night they were like snakes ready to strike. During the day when traffic was heavier, it was just a matter of who wanted to play chicken and who wanted to roost in peace. Sadly Dhorne’s jokes weren’t always well timed. As he rode the curb toward the obstructed other side he winced. It was almost like a seventh sense which bristled the hair on the back of his neck. Slowing down on the curve he had an unexpected vision of his late Wife behind the wheel of her car as if a drunk driver took this very same curve.
Holding his breath he continued on reaching the blind side just in time to see a pick up truck weave around a small convertible sports car causing the woman to brake hard and careen off into a ditch.
Braking to a halt he glared back to see a driver of the truck laughing along with the passenger. Forgetting them he averts his attention to the woman in the Mazda convertible. Who had stopped barely inches from the timberline. Oz swiftly parked and jumped down. He could see her leaning her head on the steering wheel.
“You poker siteleri alright?” He called out.
The woman didn’t budge in her seat, nor look up. He cautiously moved to the drivers side door to see her sobbing. It was impossible not to notice the woman’s beauty. Her wavy red hair covered her face and soft creamy shoulders. Long legs vanished at the thigh beneath a tight gray mini skirt. No panties worn.
He challenged himself not to whistle, “You hurt?”
Finally the woman eases away from the wheel to brush aside her hair and shyly look up at him with steel blue eyes. As she tossed her hair back he took note of a black lace choker around her neck. “I might be able to push you out. Ditch isn’t that deep. Doubt there’s any axle damage. That is unless you’d rather call for help?”
Namely her MASTER he thought.
She parts her lips to speak but hesitates trembling.
He nods stepping back, “I gotta cell if you’d rather call yer MASTER.”
Her eyes light up then expire. He knew she feared the MASTER she served. Then, he spotted a gold wedding band. She realizes his gaze darting from collar to ring and tries to understand his expression. He had turned pale briefly. The shock of recalling his wife’s fatal crash flooded over him once again. She felt empathy in a moment of boldness, reaching her arm out to touch his hand. Her daring brought him back to reality.
“Soft touch. Yer MASTER’s a lucky MAN.”
She frowns almost pouting then chokes out her words carefully, “No. It’s I who am lucky. I am only worthy to be his wife by decision. Otherwise I am nothing.”
Dhorne glares without expression, “That’s ‘tween He and you. Myself? Yer a stunning critter. Nothing has it’s upside now and then.”
He winks at her making her blush. ” You are too kind.”
Oz nods with a faint grin, “Does “Nothing” Have a name?” He extends a hand in friendship. “Meredith. Meredith Naberly. I am owned by Sir Brion Naberly.”
She cautiously accepts his hand as he leans over to kiss her knuckles looking her dead in the eye. With the kiss comes a delightful shock to her emotions. His teeth clench her wedding band. Her entire body exploded in a pleasurable sensation. Seeing her eyes ignite in a long dead fire newly rekindled he releases her hand and stands up. Adjusting his trench coat he removes it and drapes it over her car door. The merest touch of leather on her left shoulder causes her to feel faint.
“Put the clutch in neutral. Keep yer left foot off the brake.”
She watches him walk around to face her from the car hood. As he places his palms on the car she notes the strength of his hands. His arms. Shoulders. Neck. Her hand slipped from the stick shift directly under her skirt. As the car rocked back and forth under his weight her fingers rubbed her clit vigorously. Eye contact alone Garrison Dhorne knew what she was hiding. He kept a straight face, “The MASTER know yer thinkin’ for yer own desires?”
She freezes instantly removing her fingers. She offers a saddened look then replies, “You are correct. I will request punishment upon my return to my MASTER’s home. Please forgive me, Sir.” Dhorne ignores her as he strains hard forcing the car backwards out of the ditch. As the car rolled he felt a stabbing pain in his lower back, snarling at it. She feels his pain and jumps out of her car to race to his side. “Do you need my help Sir?”
Dhorne carefully stands erect holding his spine. “I’ll be okay. I’m more worried about you.”
She tries hard not to smile, “Me Sir?”
He walks slowly around the fender well to reclaim his coat as her vehicle gently rolled. Leaning in wincing against a sharpness in his lower back to pull the emergency brake.
She helps steady him to enter an arm. “Nice of ya.”
She swallows hard at his stature. Mesmerized!
Suddenly, a cell phones ring severs their ties. Reluctantly she scurries inside the car to find her phone answering it with a look of dread.
“Hello Sir Brion.”
She hears a bellowing voice and turns pale. Dhorne shakes his head overhearing her MASTER’s threatening tone. Cringing Meredith sheds a tear. Dhorne had second thoughts about what he was about to do. He knew better than interfere with another MASTER’s possessions. Yet sheer terror in a slave wasn’t his cup of tea. With a troubled sigh he defies the spasm in his back and reaches in to the car snatching her cell away. The look in her face was death ready.
“How doo Naberly.” Dhorne greets him, “Just thought you should know yer Wife nearly died on the cork screw. Couple fellas in a truck ran her off into a ditch. I pushed this purdy car of hers out at the expense of a pulled muscle. You want the trucks license plate number so you can track it down? I’ll have Miss Meredith here write it down and bring it to ya.”
“ME? Just call ME, SIR. Expect an honorable man to comfort his wife after a scare like today. You got yerself a wonderful gal here. Course we all know how special she must be to get you to marry her. Aint that right Bri?” Dhorne stresses with a stern expression.
“She speaks highly of ya. Hopin you do the same. You might wanna check her car’s suspension out just in case. I’ll give her the number of a mechanic I know he’ll give ya a free inspection. Told ya my name’s SIR, SIR.”
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