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just the Sheriff sitting behind his desk. The cop was gone, presumably on break. The Sheriff looked up at me as I walked by.
     
    “Get everything you needed, sugar,” he said with a grin. I felt my hands form into wrists in a burst of anger, but took a deep breath. I turned to face him. He was sitting behind the desk in his stupid hat, chewing gum loudly. A manila folder was open on his lap as he leaned back, his chair leaning on two legs.
     
    “Yes, thank you. Very much,” I said coldly, giving him an evil stare. “You know, you don’t have to do this. He’s not a bad guy.”
     
    “Oh, honey, you don’t know what kinda guy he is,” the Sheriff said with a twinkle in his eye.
     
    “Don’t call me honey,” I snarled back. I was so angry in that moment, I didn’t care that I was speaking to an officer of the law. To me, he was just a roadblock in my highway to bliss.
     
    “Now, that’s not a nice way to speak to me. You think that’ll help your lowlife boyfriend out of here? How’d you get mixed up with the likes of that, anyway? You seem like a sweet girl.”
     
    “Yeah, well, looks can be deceiving,” I retorted, then began to turn away again so I could leave this miserable man to his miserable life.
     
    “They sure can,” I heard him say behind me. I looked back over my shoulder and realized the Sheriff was staring at my ass in my cut-off shorts. At first, I was disgusted. Then, I realized there might actually be a way to help cash. The Sheriff had finally realized I could see him ogling me, and made quick work of pretending to study whatever was in the folder. Turning my face away, I pretended to drop my purse on the floor.
     
    “Dammit!” I said loudly, and bent over to get it. I made sure to bend at the waist and arch my back so that my ass was jutting out; as I bent over, I looked over at the Sheriff. He had put the file down and was staring at my ass. I wiggled it slightly and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. I picked up my purse and rose slowly, turning as I did. The Sheriff’s eyes met mine and I grinned, biting my lip.
     
    “What have you got in your head now, Missy?” the Sheriff asked in a low voice, now staring at my ample cleavage.
     
    “Well, Sheriff, I guess I was thinking my boyfriend could be in there for a long time, but you could probably help me out a lot by giving his file another look,” I said, batting my eyes and putting on my best pout. I walked over to his desk and leaned over it, giving him a clear view of my breasts. Reaching out, I slid a finger along the top of the folder he had been reading.
     
    “Honey, you are way outta line,” the Sheriff said, still staring at my breasts. I rose, pouting again.
     
    “I’m sorry Sheriff. That was very bad of me. I’ll leave you alone now,” I said, turning back to walk towards the door. I swung my hips as I walked away from him.
     
    “Now wait a minute,” I heard him say quickly. I turned to look at him over my shoulder, still putting on my best sad little girl face.
     
    “Yes, Sheriff?”
     
    “Well, that was very bad of you. You are a bad little girl,” said the Sheriff, standing up. I noticed the lump growing in his pants.
     
    “I know, I am a bad little girl. Maybe you could help straighten me out?” The Sheriff was visibly agitated now. I turned towards him and pulled at the collar of my shirt, giving him a better view of my milky breasts. I walked towards him slowly; as I walked, I moved my hands to the bottom of my shirt and began pulling it up.
     
    “It’s just, I’ll miss him so much. I need a strong man around to keep me from being bad. You don’t want me to turn into a very, very bad girl, do you?” I was within arm’s length of the Sheriff at this point, and I pulled my shirt all the way off, exposing my perky, C-cup breasts. I dropped the shirt on the ground and began massaging them.
     
    “Oh, fuck, girl,” the Sheriff said, then grabbed me and pulled me towards him. He