Jennifer drove to work a little profligate than common that morning, fearing to be late. She desperately needed this job for her folk. As a single female parent of two and no man around, it was the only job she could get.

'' Please do n't let me be late. '' she thought to herself, pressing her foot down on the gas a little more, ignoring the shimmy in the steering wheel. She flew past a billboard and saw a police car pull out behind her in the rear view mirror, turning the roof on. Her heart sank in her chest and she could taste ashes in her mouthpiece as she slowed down and pulled over. The cop pulled in behind her, but sat in his car without getting out.

'' Come on, hurry up ! '' she said out tawdry, but then realized it was already too of late. Even if he came up to the car and let her go right away, there was no way she could prepare it. Her one and only job was gone, pff, just like that, and she was going to hold to get stripping at the club or worse if they would n't hire her. She remembered what Mal had said to candy when he fired her for being late conclusion calendar week. `` You can sop up my cock right here in nominal head of everyone if you want to keep working here, Candy. '' he said, gimcrack enough for everyone in the restaurant to hear.

The restaurant was one-half entire of truck driver, and the background yak all stopped as everyone turned to seem at her.

'' Right here ? '' she asked, paling. `` No, ca n't we go in your office staff instead ? '' she whispered.

'' Do a dependable job, love, and I 'll leave you a tip for the show. '' one of the men called, and she blushed, shaking her head.

'' Then get the nookie out of here. '' Mal told her roughly, shoving her towards the room access. `` You wan na be late ? You can suck my cock or leave. ``

Finally, the cop got out and came up to her capable windowpane. `` Do you have it off why I pulled you over ? '' he asked.

'' Yes, sir. I was speeding. '' she admitted. `` I 'm late for work. ``

'' license and adjustment ? '' he said, looking the car over. It was 25 geezerhood old, rusty everywhere, and there was a black sooty stigma behind the tailpipe from all the oil it burned. He took a notebook out and wrote something down.

'' Here you go, sir. '' She had both written document set up and gave them to him. He looked them over a farseeing moment.

'' This registration expired seven month ago. '' he said, then went forward to appear at her plate. There was n't one there, and he frowned at her, jotting something else down in his notebook. He came back to the window.

'' I 'm afraid you 're going to consume to leave the vehicle, lady. '' he said.

'' What ? '' she said, startled.

'' Get out of the car, lady. '' he told her, opening her door for her. `` This vehicle is n't safe, and it has to be towed. ``

'' Oh no ! '' she cried out, dismayed. She got out of the car at his look, wringing her hands. `` How am I going to get to work ? Ohh, I 'm gon na get fired ! '' she wailed.

The cop ignored her, writing up tickets. He always filled in gens shoemaker's last, wanting to take sure he got all the early item correct. When he finally read her name, he straightened up and looked at her again.

'' Jennifer Little Mo Connolly ? '' he asked. `` Jason Connolly 's widow ? ``

'' Yes. '' she replied, looking at him curiously. `` Did you know Jason ? ``

'' madam, it 's an honour to foregather you. '' he said. `` I was at your married man 's funeral. My name is Greg Dean Martin. ``

'' Did you serve with him ? '' she asked. `` You were obviously a shipboard soldier. I can tell. ``

'' Yes ma'am. He was the dominating officer of my unit. '' he said.

'' You knew Jason ? '' she repeated, incredulous. `` I 've never met anyone who knew him from the service of process. ``

'' You have n't ? '' he said. `` Then you do n't jazz how he died. '' She shook her head.

'' In the service of his state. '' she said. `` That 's pretty much all the letter said. It was n't even handwritten. ``

'' Oh, man .'he said. Usually the Marines treated their war widows fairly well, the I who 's husbands had honored themselves, at to the lowest degree, but sometimes individual could slip through the cracks and get lost. Jason had died during a black ops mission, an blackwash mission, and all the numb had been disavowed. His body was probably still under the rubble of the building, with the others. She had n't even gotten anything back to bury except an empty coffin.

Something occurred to him. `` Where do you work ? '' he asked her abruptly.

'' At the buffet car. '' she told him. She looked at her lookout man. `` But not anymore. Mal fired Candy close week for being 15 minutes late, just sent her rightfield home after making a lewd offer. I 'm more than half an minute late now. expert not to go back and even get my halt. Mal is literal bastard, and I 'd rather wait for the mail. '' `` Plus I do n't want to get raped. '' she thought to herself, and shivered. `` Not after I found Jason again in Marcus. ``

'' Let 's get you to work ; you 're not fired. I know Mal personally. Get in the nominal head seat of my car. '' he said. `` Unless there 's something in yours you need ? Nothing that should n't get stolen ? ``

'' Pff, you really are kidding. '' she said, getting into his car. `` You can really make this okay with Mal ? I do n't know what I 'm going to do without this job. Mal was the only one who would hire me. I could n't even get a job at the bow tie. ``

'' Nope, that 's for sure. '' he chuckled, glancing at her. `` Although you could pee twice as lots out back. ``

'' I wo n't do that, no matter how poor I get. '' she said quietly. `` Marcus and Miranda are both over 15. Their old enough to live without their mother now. ``

'' Jesus Saviour. '' he said. `` It 's not going to come to that, I promise. Here 's why I 'm not going to let that hap, and neither will Delta 9. There 's 28 of us left, and we all work at Metro. '' he said.

'' Jason was in command of fifteen of us on a despatch. That 's a mission behind opposition blood line to assassinate foe ship's officer. We hiked in for almost a calendar week in brutal heat, carrying hundreds of Irish pound of explosives in to rig a building to prostration on a group of object. ``

'' We infiltrated the building at night, and Cap'n Maureen Catherine Connolly stayed on the solid ground floor to keep watch while the rest of the squad placed the charges. They were almost all in place, two teams left to authorize, when a lot of insurgents came in, dozens of them. His location was exposed almost immediately, and his firefight is what enabled the balance of us metre to rope down down the building and get away. There was no saving him, and no recovery, either. His body is probably still under the building. ``

'' What happened ? '' she asked. `` Were you set up ? ``

'' No, we think the two missing team, four men, were discovered setting the mission and taken out before they could admonish anybody. '' he said. `` That 's the best I can figure. ``

'' So five men died that day ? '' she asked, quietly.

'' Seven of us, ma'am. Two died in a firefight on our way out of the urban center. Eight of us extracted. ``

'' Can we babble about something else ? '' she asked, closing her eyes. `` Thank you for telling me. ``

'' No problem, ma'am, we 're here. '' he said, pulling the cruiser into the parking lot of the truck stop.

'' Thanks for the ride, police officer, but I already told you, I do n't dare go in there right now. '' she said nervously, looking inside the eating house. She could see Alice working the front and ... cipher else was there. She knew Mal was probably fuming in his business office, steaming mad and drinking that outrageous smelling bourbon.

'' missis Connolly, I already told you, you are not fired. '' he said, getting out and putting his hat on. `` Come on, I 'm going in with you, and I 'll clean up him out. I promise. ``

Her inwardness was beating fast as she got out of the car. She knew that whatever this officer did, no matter how well meaning, she was going to have to detain after he left, and that was the moment she was truly dreading. When she had to front Mal alone for the firstly time.

'' I 'm not sucking it. '' she vowed to herself grimly as she opened the threshold and got out. `` Not in the restaurant, not in his federal agency, not anywhere. I have Marcus now. '' The walk of life to the door of the restaurant was almost more than she could manage, and she froze as he put his script on the small of her back, trying to usher her inside.

It was too of late anyway, Mal had seen her and was striding over to the door.

'' Jennifer, really ? '' he sneered. `` After you saw what happened to candy last hebdomad, you show your side here twice as belatedly as she was ? I never figured you for the type.

He glanced at the cop behind her. `` Hello, officeholder, you 're a little early, but no issue. You want your usual table in the back ? ``

'' certain. '' Greg said easily. `` What 's going on here ? '' He gestured at Jennifer.

'' You get a bonus today, man ! '' Mal chuckled evilly. `` Last calendar week, I had one of these bimbos show up fifteen minute late, so I offered her the chance to absorb me off right field here in social movement of everyone. Now trivial Jennifer here is 30 transactions late, so it 's double up time, right ? How about if she sucks both of us off ? You into that ? ``

'' Do you fuck who I am ? '' military officer Martin demanded angrily. `` Do you know who she is ? Who the nooky do you think you are ? ``

'' Hey, buddy, calm down ! '' Mal said. `` Take it gentle ! What 's the matter with you ? ``

'' What 's the affair with me ? Jesus Christ, have n't you ever get a line of sexual torment ? ``

Mal stared at him, then burst out laughing. `` In this place ? '' He looked around at the customer eating. `` Hey guys, anyone gon na severalise if this bitch sucks me and the cop off to keep on her job ? '' he hollered.

'' hellhole no ! '' one of them answered. `` I told that one last week I 'd pass on her a full tip for a good show, but I do n't have it off about this one. There ai n't nothin'to look at. '' The eternal rest of the customers laughed.

'' I 'm not doing it. '' she said stiffly, turning toward the door.

'' You do n't have to. '' Greg said, catching her arm before she could get away and pulled her back to his side.

'' She does, or she 's fired. '' Mal said, challenging him with his arms crossed. `` Who the fuck you think you are, coming into my place and telling what to do ? ``

'' I 'm Lt. Greg St. Martin of the subway vice police squad. '' he said quietly. `` We would n't want my buds in the department to come down here and slash this space, so step lightly, friend. ``

'' I ai n't your champion ! '' Mal spat at him. `` And I pay sight to cook trusted you goons stay out of here ! So get out of here if you ai n't gon na fuck this bitch with me. Shee-it, the thanks I get for offering the guy a party favour ! '' he said, looking around the room.

'' I already said I 'm not doing it ! '' Jennifer said louder, tugging her arm free. She went exterior and was crossed the parking lot as Mal and Greg kept arguing. She kept going out of the parking lot, and walked about two miles of the XII back to her house before Officer Dean Martin pulled up next to her in his cruiser.

'' You walked pretty far. '' he said, getting out and leaning against the fender as she approached. `` You should let me ease up you a ride home plate. ``

She did n't say anything until she sat slumped in the passenger backside and they were driving back. `` I told you I did n't need to go back in there. '' she said.

'' I know, and I 'm sorry for not listening to you. '' he said. She was a piddling surprised at the apology. `` He wo n't be a problem for you anymore, however. Tomorrow, I expect you 'll be getting a call from Mr. Phillips, or one of his people. The diner needs a new manager, and I suspect your name will be pulled out of the hat. ``

'' I do n't want the manager position. '' she said flatly. `` I 've worked the graveyard on the shoemaker's last Friday of the month. I know what goes on in that place. ``

'' Well, like I said, your name will most likely get pulled out of the hat. '' he said. `` You know the business, and nigh importantly, you know the underside of the business, too. As you can imagine, an governing body such as this one can be a little hesitant to bring new people in. You are already in, I 'm afraid, and when the phone claim comes tomorrow, I 'd advise you to train the job. There will be an assistant manager brought in for a while, I 'm sure, to help oneself you work out out the system of rules. ``

'' This ca n't be happening ! '' she said, starting to freak out a small. `` My god, I 'm just a waitress ! ``'

'' You 're a waitress in a restaurant that 's a strawman for one of the enceinte smuggling operations in the whole country. The trailer truck that stay in here are from Canada and Mexico and everywhere in between. Are you going to try to deny you knew about that ? You 're not stupid person, Jennifer. ``

'' I did n't gain how big it is, but I knew something good story like that was happening. '' she said. `` Jesus, you should see some of those guy. There 's no way in hell they have a CDL. I know a mates of them who ca n't even study the menu. ``

'' See ? You even know the guys in the surgical process. '' he pointed out. `` You 're perfect for the job. And it comes with a substantial pay rise. ``

'' Those Guy scare me. '' she said quietly. `` It was intemperate enough keeping their hand off me when I was just their waitress. If I could n't control their respect then, how am I supposed to be in a locating of authority ? There 's no way. ``

'' You forget who you 'll be working for. '' he chuckled. `` Nobody tidy sum with any of Mr. Phillip 's citizenry. That 's why Mal could do what he did and get away with it for so long. '' They turned a niche, and he slowed down a little.

'' Which house is it ? This is your street. '' he said. `` I got your address off your permission, recall ? '' he said, in answer to her unverbalized question.

'' Last one on the left. '' she answered weakly. This was a lot of new information to process. They stopped in battlefront of her house.

As she got out, Marcus came bursting through the door, running down the sidewalk to her. `` Mom ! Are you okay ? Where 's your car ? Are you okay ? ``

'' I 'm delicately, Marcus. '' she smiled at him. `` The car 's fine, too, but we 're going to take to get it out of impound somehow, I 'm afraid. I got a speeding ticket. ``

'' Oh no. '' he said, his brass falling. `` That 's it, then. No football for me this year. I 'm getting a job. ``

'' No, beloved, do n't do that ! '' she begged him, clutching his shirt. `` We 'll figure something out. football game scholarships are the only way you 're going to college.

'' How, Mom ? '' he countered. `` If you 're here, then you 're not at employment. And if you 're not there, then that means fuckhead Mal fired you. '' He looked at her. `` Tell me you 're not fired. ``

'' No, I 'm fired from the waitressing job. '' she said. `` Although, Mal did pee me the same offer I told you he offered candy conclusion hebdomad. ``

'' I am SO kicking his ass. '' Marcus said grimly.

Greg cleared his throat. `` I 'm afraid that wo n't be possible, son. ``

'' Excuse me, officer ? '' Marcus said, looking away from his female parent for the for the first time clock time. `` I did n't see you there. My gens is Marcus Connolly. '' He held his hand out to be shaken.

'' Pleased to meet you, Marcus. My name is Greg Dino Paul Crocetti. I knew your founder overseas. In fact, he gave his life to pull through mine. You resemble him a lot. ``

'' You knew my father ? '' Marcus said. `` It 's a pleasance to meet you, too, then. I do n't know anyone who knew him, other than my mother. '' They let go the handclasp. `` Do you have clip to issue forth inside ? I 'd like to talk to you about him. If you do n't mind, that is. ``

'' Some early sentence, Marcus. I have a few tales of skipper Connolly I could parcel with you, including the narrative of how he saved my life, but I 'm on duty today, and your mother is n't the only heedless speeder on the road, you know. ``

'' Yes sir, I understand. '' he said, sounding a trivial thwarted. `` Have a good day. ``

As Greg got back in his car, Marcus escorted his female parent back into the house.

'' Mom, why did the police bring you home ? '' Miranda asked, coming over. `` Are you okay ? ``

'' I 'm okay, Thomas Kid, honestly. '' she said, wearily, and plopped herself down on the couch.

'' Miranda, why do n't you go back upstairs and think about your choice. '' Marcus said pointedly. `` Mom already explained it to me outside, and I 'm for sure she does n't want to go through it again. I 'll be up in a little piece. ``

Jennifer sat up and looked at the two of them. `` Marcus, you just talked to her like ... '' She looked at her girl, then her son. She cleared her throat.

'' What choice do you have to make, Miranda ? Do n't lie to me, either. ``

Miranda blushed, digging her toe into the carpet.

'' I have to pick out which matter he 's to paddle me with, Mother. '' she said.

Marcus cleared his throat. `` That 's not quite decline, Miranda. You are to prefer TWO things to be spanked with. ``

Jennifer looked at her two tike, remembering her conversation with Marcus finis night. `` Made each other feel good '' and `` For her own protection '' were musical phrase that leapt immediately to mind.

'' Let me see the pick. '' she said. `` Where are they ? ``

'' On my bed. '' Marcus said. `` Are you for sure you want to do this, Mom ? ``

'' I 'm very sure. '' she said, grimly, heading for the stairs.

They all went into his room, and Jennifer looked down at the collection of spanking aim laid out there.

'' That 's my beneficial hairbrush ! '' she exclaimed, picking it up. `` You 're not using this. If it breaks ... '' She picked up the extension cord and hefted it.

'' You 're not using this, either, unless you want to whip her ass bloody, Marcus. The bang is okay, if you do n't use the buckle on her. The tie wo n't hurt, and neither will the towel unless it 's wet. ``

'' What 's this ? '' she asked, gesturing at the coil of circle. `` Were you going to tie her up, too ? ``

'' Maybe. '' he said. `` I just wanted all my options open. ``

'' Well, there are n't two satisfactory option for her to find fault, Marcus. I want you both to add up with me. There 's a elbow room in this theatre neither one of you have been in yet, but now you are ready to see it. ``

She led her two teen age children down the hall to her own room, and unlocked the Ionic doorway with a key taken from her jewelry box. She looked both kids in the eye, her expression serious.

'' There are a few strict rules Jason made for this room when he built it. '' she told them. `` The first regulation is that everyone who enters it must be completely naked. The second rule is the safeword. I like the Word of God `` red '' to stop everything and the Book `` mercy '' if you just want that one activeness to hold back. If you are ineffectual to speak, shaking the head `` no '' and screaming at the top of your voice will also get the period across. ``

'' What 's a safeword, Mom ? '' Miranda asked. `` I never heard that term before. ``

'' Imagine Marcus has tied you up and is spanking you. '' Jennifer said. Miranda smiled weakly at her mother. `` Now imagine that it hurts to a greater extent than you can stand it, and you need it to stop. Say mercifulness, and he will give up and ask you if everything is OK, and receive out what you need. ``

She looked right at Marcus. `` Every moment of sexual slavery is to be pleasurable for both company. If you keep going without permission, that 's rape. '' she told him. `` You do n't require to be hated, do you ? Because any charwoman raped by you is going to hate you forever, in her heart, no matter what she does or says afterward. ``

She looked back at Miranda. `` If you say the countersign `` red '', everything stops, you are released, and you can be alone if you want. Only use that watchword if the site is extremely uncomfortable, because any just Master will never labour you like that again, and I think you know exactly how secure it feels to experience those boundaries stretched. ``

'' Oh boy. '' Miranda breathed, nodding.

'' Marcus, with your license, I would like to have Miranda upstairs first. I 'll find out what her evildoing was and arrange her for the proper punishment. This room requires some training in purchase order to control it fully. ``

'' okey, Jennifer. '' he agreed. He reached out and fingered the taking into custody of her pink rayon waitress uniform, then ripped it right unfastened. push button flew everywhere, and she gasped.

'' What are you doing ? '' she asked, shocked. `` Marcus- ''

He grabbed her dame and tugged it down, then grabbed both face of the crease in the back and ripped it in two, tearing both man off her body.

'' You 'll never wear that again. '' he said, a annotation of satisfaction in his part. `` You 're done working for that cock. ``

'' Marcus, I ... '' she said, her representative catching.

'' nookie that, Jennifer. I claim you as my adulteress, and cave in you my shelter. You 'll never have to lay oculus on that part of motherfucker again. That 's a promise. '' he said. Now get the rest of your clothes off and go upstairs. ``

'' Yes Marcus. '' she said meekly, but both her kids could see the please tone in her spokesperson .