I’m a lover not a fighter. I ain’t no fuckin’ twinkie, or nuthin’, you understand. Used to play quarterback as an undergraduate. Been in more than my share of brawls, but they weren’t my fault. As I said, I’m a lover. That’s what got me into trouble. That and my part time job that’s payin’ my way through grad school.Okay, so hustling’s not your thing. Grad work is fucking expensive, man. And I’m told to make the most of my best assets. Can’t help being blessed with looks, and working out is a habit I developed in high school. Besides, it’s pretty good money.Anyhow, as I said, it’s my job that got me into trouble. Out trying to make a living one afternoon when this cop hauls me up. Actually he was a sheriff’s deputy, if that makes any difference. Pulls his cruiser up to the curb and orders me to get in. “Shit,” I thought to myself, “my first fucking arrest.” But as I was thinking that, I also noticed what a hot looking guy this peace officer was. Mid thirties, dark hair, broad shoulders and fuckin’ arms the size of most men’s thighs. He had that deep kind of voice, too. You know, the kind that comes from down
