Chapter 2: David gets the official go-ahead from Sarah.

I had fallen asleep wondering who this mystery woman was who had drained my balls, as well as Sarah, did, and debating would I go back out on the trail. The last thing I needed was someone calling the police department and them showing up finding one of their range safety officers getting a blindfolded hand job.

I came back from my morning run and had received a text from Sarah. It freaked me out a bit, she was usually not up this early.

“Morning babe. Have a safe day. Xoxo”

I wondered why she was up, had my mystery woman said something to her? I had no clue how well she knew Sarah. She knew she was gone that was enough. Fuck me.

“Thanks, babe, why are you up so early? Easy day today, no shooters coming in. Love you.”

No response by the time I showered and grabbed a quick cup of hot tea, never could do the coffee thing. I headed to work semi-distracted by my mystery jerker.

We lived in a subdivision where most knew I worked for the P.D. and Sarah an accounting firm here. Many of us that lived here would throw parties or cookouts and invite the neighborhood, so the chance is I had met this woman.

Being with the P.D. since I had graduated from the academy, I had spent six years on patrol and the division shooting team. Eventually, the Range Master had an opening, I got off the road, which made Sarah happy. I missed it, but I had the advantage of shooting every day.

We were the only department with our own range for miles, so we stayed pretty busy. Other agencies would use us for training, qualifications, etc. Sheriff, surrounding smaller P.D.’s even many local federal agencies would come to our range. I got to know a lot of local ATF and DEA guys and a lot of job offers. Sarah was happy I was not dealing with idiots daily and that made me happy, plus I loved shooting every single day.

Fridays we held a civilian women’s class for ladies where they could come learn safety and shooting over a five-week period. The class stayed full, guys would even give their wives or girlfriends the gift of the class for a present. A five-week class that you only paid for the ammunition was well received by the community when we started it. They purchased the ammo from us at cost also.

I was sitting at my desk looking at a new lesson plan that was sent to us by Homeland Security when the boss came in. A lot of agencies had started sending each other training plans, it was a good learning lesson of best practices for all. It gave everyone the ability to have a lot of thoughts and experiences brought to you to either adopt part of or dismiss if it was not relevant.

“Dave, you been here what an hour and I haven’t heard any gunfire. You ok,” Ron Meisner our Ranger Master asked? “Dave!”

I realized I had jumped a bit and looked at him.

“Dave you alright man?”

“Uh yeah boss, just reading over the latest DHS scenarios.”

Ron sipped his coffee eyeing me over his ever-present Marine Corps mug. “Bullshit son.”

Ron shut the door and sat down in an empty chair, “You know I gotta know where my guy’s heads are a live-fire day or not. Something happen?”

I got up and walked to the door looking out the glass and clicked the lock. “Ron, something happened last night, nothing bad just has me a bit preoccupied I guess.”

“And? Preoccupied gets people hurt.”

I sighed and kicked my feet up on the desk edge. “Remember that thing you told me about you and Amber? The thing nobody else knows?”

Ron nodded, he knew that I was talking about him and his wife Amber being swingers. Far as I knew I was the only one he had told.

“But Sarah’s gone,” he said as he took another sip of his ‘Lifer’s Juice’ as he called it. Ron had been a career Marine then found a job as the Range Master for the department.

Testing the waters, I laid out the thing that Sarah and I talked about somewhat, and that her mom was into it also.

Ron laughed, “That’s it? The girlfriend’s mom wants some cock and she’s ok with it. That has you all preoccupied?”

I sat twiddling a pen I had in my hand.

“Ah, there’s more. When you’re ready son.”

So, I told Ron about the strange woman and the hand job.

“Well shit, I may need to visit the trails over there,” he said laughing. “Wait Sarah doesn’t know that is what’s on your mind.”

I nodded. “I’m also thinking about going back.”

Ron sat a couple of minutes thinking and sipping his mug. “You want my advice?”

I nodded again.

“Tell her.”

“Fucking what?”

“Tell Sarah. Tell her you did not plan on it but that in the moment you got caught in it and could not stop yourself.”

“Ron come on.”

“Well give it a thought, we have a class tomorrow, and I expect your head clear.”

I had made up my mind I was not telling Sarah and I was not going back. If and when I told Sarah it would be in person and not over the phone while she was half a continent away. My mind was made up of that I was sure.

Sarah and I had exchanged a few normal texts during the day. She had woken up to go to the bathroom early is why she had text. We sent the customary “Love you and Miss You” texts during the day.

I pulled up to the house a little after five noticing a small note stuck in between the door and frame as I put the key in the lock. ‘Back Door,’ it read. Was a woman’s handwriting, or it seemed to be to me.

Opening the backdoor I could see a small brown paper sack, the kind I had taken lunches in now and then when I was in school. The top was folded down a time or two then had clear tape securing the edge. I looked around a bit, walking around our backyard to see if anyone could see anything. Deciding there were no onlookers I picked the bag up gently. It was light, ruled out the possibility of something that went boom.

Sitting the bag on the counter I studied it a few minutes trying to decide if I was opening it when my phone rang.

“Hey baby,” Sarah’s voice greeted me when I answered.

“Hey, back Princess.”

We went through the how was your day. What mom and dad had done things? I missed her more and more every day. Apparently, her mom and dad were planning on driving her home if things went on another few weeks. Sarah wanted them to stay with us for a month or so. Sarah’s parents had RV, well more like a tour bus-type RV, and could make the trip on one tank never having to get out.