She had decided, after the department meeting, to go to the basketball game. It was one of her quirks; she loved basketball. As a matter of fact, while at school herself, she played on the women's basketball team; she even thought that she'd been pretty good.
Carol Delallio was going to indulge herself. She was so pleased these days with her decisions.
She'd worked as a chef in restaurants, while gathering her credentials for over 10 years. Now at 31, she'd made a change in her life style.
She went to work on the faculty of the culinary institute at the university and loved it. She was still in the kitchen but had the marvelous chance to pass on her experience and good culinary habits to a younger group of up and coming cooks-chefs. She liked that.
She also commanded attention right away. Carol Delallio was what was called, in the vulgar patois of the times, 'stacked'. She was fairly tall, at 5'11" and had very nice bodily measurements.
She was periodically pleased by the attention she got from students and the younger guys, but held herself in check and had 'rules' for her living.
One such 'rule' was against fraternizing with students.
That afternoon the faculty of the institute met and she went the basketball game directly from there. She found, praise be!, a parking place in the parking garage and walked the block and a half to the center where the game was to be played.
She dressed 'up' a little, since she was anticipating the faculty get together. For her, that evening, it was sensible heels and thigh highs, topped by a denim skirt that was a little short but not too short. The skirt had buttons down the front and she wore, over that, a dark blouse. She also allowed herself to show just a little, only a little bit of red lace above her cleavage.
That as her festive gesture to herself, and how great she felt about her new position. It was a red teddy kind of garment that had thin shoulder straps and was high cut at her hips, with fasteners underneath, in the crotch.
Also at the game, as much a fan as Carol D was, was Lt. Reed Garnett. He'd gotten his criminal studies credentials from the university and had been a sports fan from that point on.
He had time just then, and decided to take in the basketball game.
He was sitting a number of rows above Carol D. He certainly noticed her, once she came into the gym for the game.
He also noticed three guys, young guys that noticed Carol D also. They poked one another and made comments to each other about 'the babe'. It was one of the words that Reed heard them use.
Reed Garnett was a 'noticer'; he took in his surrounding and noticed what was going on. He'd been with the police force for 12 years, since graduating from the university. He'd been a detective, and now lieutenant of detectives, for about seven of those twelve years.
He was a tall man, going to about 6'3". He carried his 215 lbs rather well. He worked out regularly and made sure that the workouts were hard; he tended to push himself.
One of the things that made him a good cop, and a really good detective was his instincts. He allowed himself to follow his instincts time after time. That worked for him well.
And tonight, as he sat there, after he'd give Carol D an appreciative glance, he didn't like the attention that the three young guys were paying. He didn't like it at all.
He watched them and tried to hear what they were saying to one another, and what he could hear, didn't sound very good.
The university team had a very comfortable lead, and Carol D decided to head home. She wanted to miss the crowd at the end of the game.
So, during one of the 'time outs', she got up and headed for the exit.
It was then that Reed did hear one of the three guys say to the others: "Okay, let's get her."
It was spoken quietly but he was listening in avidly and heard them.
He let them get ahead of him, to not warn them, and in case he was wrong about their intentions; then he followed them.
Reed walked slowly into the garage and went from floor to floor. As he walked along, he heard a bit of noise coming from the next level up.
As he approached, he had his gun out and ready. He was still hoping, for the lovely lady's sake, that he'd been wrong about the intentions of the three kids.
He saw immediately and the three were so busy that they didn't see him coming up upon them.
The had Carol D surrounded and kind of in their power. They already had her blouse off and her skirt. She was struggling, until one of them pulled a knife and held it under her throat. She stopped struggling immediately.
She was wearing a full body length, red, lace teddy.
Reed had to stop himself from staring; he was astounded by the beauty of the woman.
The three kids had already unsnapped the crotch snaps and the teddy's bottom was pulled up. One kid knelt and was fingering Carols pubic hair from the front and one of them was playing with her butt from behind.
The one with the knife was saying to her in a soft voice: "Momma, I want a kiss now and you'd better make it good, or else I'm gonna slit your throat right here."
He kissed her and she wrapped her arms around him and waded into the kiss, while the other two played with her.
It was then that Reed got to them.
"Seconds!" he said, and all three of them broke away from the woman.
"Ah," the one who'd been kissing her said, "A hero! Makes our games complete!"
He stepped away from the woman and took a step in Reed's direction with the knife ready. The other two were still kneeling and beginning to get up.
Reed realized that this was his chance. He flipped his coat open in one direction, showing his badge at his waist and brought the other hand up with the gun and simply shot the knife wielder in the hip.
The kid went down with a scream, while the other two put their hands up.
"Both of you," Reed said, "On the ground, face down!"
The two of the obeyed instantly.
"You can dress, Ms," Reed said and Carol D grabbed her clothes and stood behind Reed to put her skirt and blouse on.
Then she was hugging him and crying.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" she wailed, "Thank you!"
Then Reed was on the phone, calling for back up and an ambulance for the knife wielder.
Reed held the trembling woman and said: "Congratulations, gentlemen: aggravated sexual assault, attempted rape, assault with a deadly weapon! You're going to be living on the state for quite a while."
It was then that they heard the sirens. The police back up arrived first and then the ambulance. One of the officers rode to the hospital with the knife wielder and other officers took the final two into custody.
"We'll get these guys into the system, Lieutenant," one of the policemen said.
"Thanks, Ray," Reed said. "I'll see to them tomorrow early."
"Good," the policeman said.
All the while, Carol D was behind Reed. Then he had time to turn and face her. She was hugging him again.
"Thank you, thank you," she said, holding onto him.
"We'll need you to come to the station tomorrow," Reed said.
"Yes, I can do that," she said. She hesitated then, and he noticed it.
"Don't know what to do," she said, softly. "I'm so shaken!"
"Your car?" he asked.
"It's here," she said.
"I'll go with you to your car and then I'm going to follow you home," he said, "I know how upsetting this can be."
"Thank you," she said, wiping tears from her eyes. She went to hug him again, and as soon as they hugged, she began to cry again.
"Don't properly know how to say 'thank you'," she whispered.
"Sure you do," he replied, "You're doing it now."
She looked away then and he wiped the tears from her eyes with his pocket handkerchief.
They walked together to where her car was. Since his was a floor below, he rode down with her and she waited until he'd gotten his car and was able to follow her home.
She pulled her car into her driveway and parked it in the garage. He was parked in her driveway behind her.
He walked toward her, after he'd gotten out of his car; she was waiting for him.
"Thank you," she said.
He noticed that she still looked shaken.
"Come in for coffee?" she asked.
"Love to!" he said, accompanying her into the house.
"This is very nice," he said.
"Only lived here about two months," she said to him. "Moved her to teach at the university culinary institute."
"Aha," he said, "Big time chef!"
"Yes,!" she said, breaking into a smile.
By then they were in the house. She stood by the door, still not sure of herself.
"Okay," he said, "Let's go from room to room. We'll do a top to bottom search."
"Thank you," she said, "You must think that I'm a baby."
"I think that you just almost got raped and are acting in a normally, almost shocked fashion. I'll stay here, if you need me to."
She hugged him again, saying: "You are nice of nice! How great for me."
They did their perusal of the house then, going from room to room. He didn't neglect a closet, the attic or any part of the house. They finished with the basement, where she had a work room in a lower floor kitchen that the house had. It was one of the things about the house that caused her interest in it.
"Don't you have to be anywhere?" she asked.
"No, not really," he said. "Had an almost wife who decided about 6 years ago that she didn't want to be married to a cop."
"Oh," she said, and then, without a thought, "How could any woman not want to be with you."
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