When the call first came in, Lieutenant Johnson was so caught up in his daydream he missed it completely. It was from “Here to Eternity” except Christine Miller and him rolled in the surf, completely naked. He could picture it now, her on all fours as he entered her from behind. Her flesh quivered with his every thrust, waves of flesh rolled over his fingers as he pulled her back onto his cock.

They screamed at each other, just to be heard over the crashing waves. Everything they did was in complete abandonment, it was pure and animal as they growled and howled beneath the full moon. Johnson thought that a man never really felt like a man until his woman, with his cock buried to the hilt inside her, screamed as loudly as she could that she was coming, coming because of him.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Christine said, “Will you hold your horses. This is Detective Miller, can I help you.”

The Lieutenant opened his eyes and saw Christine glaring at him. He shook his head, noticing she was at his desk, talking on his phone, hurriedly taking notes.

“Talbert Dude Ranch, right… just east of the valley, okay I got it,” she said. She held her finger to her lips as Johnson started to speak. “Yes, we’ll be there in, ah… say twenty minutes.” She hung up the phone and spoke, “You not taking calls Lieutenant?”

“Oh, I’m sorry Christine, I must have drifted.”

“I hope it was good.”

“It was,” he said, letting his eyes drip down her full body, “it was.”

“Well, we’ve got another orgy, this one at the Talbert Dude Ranch…”

“Near the valley?”

“That’s the one,” she replied, “It was a convention of twins.”

“Twins?”

“Twins.