Creed (Deputy Marshall)

I couldn't help but feel smug as I handed over a copy of the Ohio Revised Code to the young Humane Officer. With her piercing blue eyes, long legs, and a body that could rival a back road, I was certainly drawn in. But let's be honest here. It's not just her looks that have me intrigued. It's the fact that she's working a potentially dangerous job. I mean, responding to calls in the middle of the night to rescue injured animals is difficult. Maybe it's my fatherly instincts kicking in. Yeah, keep telling yourself that, buddy.

As I talked with Amy, I realized this young girl had no clue about my family's fame, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. Let's be honest. Who doesn't love a little break from the constant attention and adoration of being part of a famous family? It was refreshing to meet someone who had no idea who I was and wasn't afraid to poke a little fun at my name and occupation.

Amy's carefree attitude and casual demeanor were a breath of fresh air in a world where people often put on air and grease to impress others. It was nice to converse with someone without ulterior notices or expectations.

Being financially secure is a great feeling, but it's not everything. Nothing is as satisfying as knowing I'm making a tangible difference in people's lives. That's why I chose to work in law enforcement. It's a job that challenges me every day, but simultaneously, it fulfills me in a way that money never could.

Sure, there are times my job can be tricky. It's not always easy to deal with people in difficult or challenging circumstances. But that's why I love it. As a law enforcement officer, I have the opportunity to help those who are most in need. Whether responding to a domestic disturbance call or helping someone lost find their way, every action I take can significantly impact someone's life. And that, my friends, is what keeps me going day in and day out.

I can't help but feel like I'm stuck in a pickle sometimes. On one hand, I'm passionate about serving my community and making a difference, but my other half isn't exactly thrilled about it. It's like balancing a flaming sword on a tightrope while juggling pineapples. Okay, that's extreme, but you get the picture.

As I park my butt in this chair, my mind wanders to the big D-word looming over my head. It's like a dark could of stress and uncertainty that threatens to rain down on me, but I refuse to let it ruin my day. My mission? To chat with the prosecutor about a case I'm working on. Do I need more evidence to make things happen? Let's go find out, baby! I go to their office, ready to get their two cents and make some moves.

As I entered the room, I was greeted with a scene from a reality TV show. The Special Investigator and a group of male Prosecutors huddled, discussing a girl and dishing out the latest gossip. I couldn't believe my eyes! Instead of discussing severe criminal cases, they were debating this girl's various body parts! It was like a bizarre version of "Sex and the City," but with suits and ties instead of stilettos and cocktails.

"Hello, Creed, How are you today?" Bill queries.

"I'm good, and you?" I respond warmly.

"I'm doing great," he exclaims with a grin. "Guess what? The Animal Shelter hired this new Humane Officer to tackle all those animal cruelty cases. And let me tell you. She's an absolute knockout! I'm talking legs for days, and she rocks a pair of khaki short's like nobody's business. You gotta see it to believe it."

Everyone in the room is nodding in agreement about Amy, and I can't help but feel super protective and possessive. The mere thought of anyone thinking of her as a sex object makes my blood boil. I had to bite my tongue to keep from letting out a growl. What the fuck?

But I don't want to be that person who ruins the fun. So I decided to join in on the conversation but steer it towards a more positive and respectful direction. "Yeah, she is friendly and funny too. And did you know she even goes out on after-hours calls to help injured animals?" I interject, hoping to shift the focus away from her looks. It feels good to contribute to the conversation in a way that aligns with my values, and maybe it will even encourage the guys to ting beyond surface-level attributes. Who am I kidding? It's this girl. She has me all fucked up!

Time for my appointment with the prosecutor. It's also the perfect opportunity to stop obsessing over why listening to guys chat about Amy is seriously freaking me out.

As I step away from the prosecutor's office, my mind immediately shifts to the guys talking about Amy. Even though we've just met, I can't shake off this concern. I shake my head, realizing I'm starting to turn into an old man worrying about other people's business.

I chuckle, trying to shake off the feeling of being overly concerned. But as I walk away, I can't help but wonder why Amy has gotten under my skin. It could be because I can see a vulnerable young girl in her who needs protection. Or it could be because I see similarities between her and my nieces, who I am also protective of.

As I entered my cruiser, I heard the radio crackle with a message about a pony walking around the Walmart parking lot. I quickly contacted dispatch and told them I was on my way. They informed me that Animal Control had already been called, as the caller had reported that the pony's hooves were in terrible condition.

As I headed that way, feeling like a real-life cowboy on a mission to save the day. Who knew a little pony could cause such a stir in a Walmart parking lot? It's all in a day's work for a law enforcement officer like me.

As I drove toward the scene, my mind raced with possibilities. Would this be a wild, untamed pony that would take me on a wild chase through the parking lot? Or would it be a gentle creature that needed a little hold and care? One thing was for sure I was ready for anything.

When I arrived at the scene, I saw a Dog Warden van parked nearby. As I approached, I saw Amy, the Humane Officer, step out of the van with a dog leash. She walked up to the pony and looped the leash around its neck.

Can we take a moment to appreciate the power of manifestation? Because here I am, constantly thinking about this girl, and lo and behold, she pops out of nowhere like a genie granting a wish. It's like my thought has some sort of GPS locator that leads her straight to me. Creepy? But damn, it's impressive.

The Dog Warden immediately began to argue with her, saying, "There's no way that pony is going to walk into that van."

Amy smiled at him and simply said, "Watch and Learn." She calmly led the pony towards the van, coaxing it with gentle words and gestures. To everyone's surprise, the pony obediently followed her and entered the van.

The Dog Warden looked on in amazement as Amy secured the pony safely inside the can. She closed the doors and said, "Sometimes it just takes a little faith to get the job done."

"Hey, Deputy Marshall," Amy teased me.

As I approached her, I couldn't help but notice the dark circle under her eyes and the exhaustion on her face. She had been working tirelessly to rescue animals from abusive situations, and it showed. I decided to lighten the mood and tease her a bit.

"Hey, how's my favorite Humane Officer? What can you tell me about this situation?" I said with a playful grin.

She gave me a mixed look of amusement and irritation. "Erry funny, I'm the only Humane Officer you know," she replied, rolling her eyes. "This is a repeat case of neglect. I've tried working with the owner, who hasn't heeded any of my warnings. I want to move quickly before he returns to the abandoned farm behind Walmart looking for the pony."

As I followed her to the shelter, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of admiration for this woman's dedication to animal welfare. I was impressed by her passion and commitment, which was almost contagious, and I suddenly found myself wanting to be a part of her mission to save the animals.

But as I stood there watching her do her thing, a new feeling began to bubble inside me. Was it just admiration or something more? I know I have a wife at home and am not a cheater, but something about this woman is magnetic. Is it cheating? If it was just in my head? I pondered as I tried to snap myself out of it. One thing was for sure-this woman had me thinking about things I hadn't thought about in a while.

I planned to get a statement from Amy once we arrived at the shelter. But watching her work with getting this pony settled in at the top pushed all thoughts of paperwork to the far rashes of my mind.

At this time, a coworker informed her that the owner of the poney had arrived and was at the front desk irate. I watched Amy's face go from tired to totally fierce.

My junk jumps to attention like it's on a Pogo stick. She's got that determined look on her face, and it's turning me on like a light switch. I know I'm married and shouldn't consider it, but my little buddy doesn't care. He's all about giving her whatever she wants and needs.

I won't act on it, but damn, it's been a while since he's been this spry. I can't help but be proud of him. It's like he's saying, "I may not have been put to good use lately, but I've still got it." Burn then again. Maybe I'm just projecting my insecurities onto my junk. It's not like he asks this way with my wife. Either way, I can't deny she's got me feeling some way.

With her shoulders squared and head held high, she strides confidently into the room. I trail behind easter to witness her in action. As she approaches a towering man standing at least six and a half feet tall and weight well over 25o pounds, she doesn't flinch. Instead, she crosses her arms and begins to speak, her voice steady and unwavering. She means business.

"Let me make one thing clear. The pony will not be returning to your abandoned farm. Instead, you will take her to your residence. You will sign a release authorizing my entry onto your property to check on the poney, and you will have one week to have a farrier out to take care of her hooves. If you are unwilling to do these things as indicated, I will immediately press Animal Cruelty charges against you at the Prosecutor's Office."

As I watch her, I can't help but feel a surge of admiration. Gone was that shy demeanor from the courtroom, and in its place, a determination to get what she wants. In a world that often expects women to be quiet and submissive, she is a refreshing reminder that we can be bold and unapologetic.

As I observe the gentleman before her, I notice a stark change in his demeanor. Once commanding and authoritative, he becomes submissive, acquiescing to every request she makes. As she drafted the release form, they both signed heavily, releasing the tension they held for each other. He finally departed with Pony in tow.

As I watched their interaction, my mind began to wonder. I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if she was into dominating in the sack. The thought of her being dominating yet somehow submissive was almost too much to handle. The thought of another man touching her revealed my possessive Alpha male bullshit.

The idea of giving in to her every desire was both exhilarating and terrifying. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized she was what I needed. I wanted us to bring each other to the edge of ecstasy repeatedly. And the thought of pleasuring her was driving me wild.

I have to pull myself together before she catches me with a raging boner. Plus, my brain is bipolar on what it wants from her, first dominating, then submissive, and then there's the fact I'm married, and she is more than a side chick kind of gal. My brain turns to mush around this girl. This has never happened to me before, ever.

"Girl, that was awesome," I said, holding my hand out for a fist bump. Amy returned the gesture, and I could see the excitement in her eyes. She likes feeling in charge. And I loved watching her shine.

"You know who that man is," she asked me.

I shook my head, curious.

"That is the owner of Harper Homes," she said, a note of warning in her voice. "The last thing a man like him news is his name splashed across the news in an Animal Cruelty case. And this one, I would win."

As she spoke, her eyes narrowed, and her jaw clenched, indicating she was not messing around. Harper Homes' owner was powerful; she knew taking him on would be no easy feat. But her determination showed she would do whatever was needed to ensure justice was served. It was clear she was more than just a pretty face.

I couldn't help but smile and give a nod of approval at her statement. "You know you have the perfect mindset for a law enforcement officer. Using a little good cop and bad cop is sometimes just what you need to get the job done. It's all about being in control and using the tools you have at your disposal. In this case, that meant leveraging publicity to your advantage."

"I'm so grateful for the ORC you let me borrow. It's been an absolute pleasure reading it every night, and I've learned so much from it," she says, and her appreciation is genuine.

"Hey, no worries at all. It's always a pleasure to share knowledge. Would you mind sparing me a moment to fill out this form?" I ask, smiling while handing her a police report.

"Oh, the notorious Police Report! Gotta love leaving a paper trail, right?" She chuckles as she takes the form and begins filling it out.

"Just making sure everything is properly document. Can't forget to dot those I's and cross those T's," I quip with a smile.

I have my first dick conversation while she fills out the report. "Dude, what's up with your constant need to stand at attention around her? We got a wife at home."

With the thought of Jessica, my dick deflates. Damn, what is up with that?

The Pony story is true in a sense. It was running loose at Walmart and was from an abandoned farm. The owner was contacted to remove the animal but failed to do so in the allotted time. So when the pony was found running loose, I could pull it myself without going to the prosecutor. The owner was a well-known home builder, so I knew getting a warrant and following that route would be a battle. Guess the universe decided to give me the help I needed. I did threaten prosecution, and I had him sign a release. The pony was taken to his new home, where it remained.