“Little attention here, Zach!” the chief called and I yanked myself back into the moment. Gustafson is a really nice guy and following my gaze, he said, “Anyone gets hurt and her ass is out of here, got it? I know you have yourself a little fire bug. That’s cool as long as this is the extent of it, but I can’t have anyone getting hurt because your dick’s got you distracted.”

I nodded. “Got it. No problem.” I stopped watching her but in the back of my mind, I couldn’t help but wonder about what she was writing. I found out. And my dick was happy.

Now we’re out in the sun and it’s about a hundred in the shade. Emma’s in her cut off sweat shorts that should be illegal and a tank top. Her honey blonde hair is tugged up into a messy knot that almost makes it look as if she’s been electrocuted.

“You’re fucking up the hose, Nelson,” I bellow and my eyes go to her on their own. She’s writing again. And responding to stimulus like Pavlov’s dog, my cock grows rigid and my pulse amps up. The hot humid air becomes even heavier as I try to draw it into my lungs.

I glance back in time to see Nelson right his wrong and I yell, “There you go. Keep it straight!” so the captain will know I am paying attention and not daydreaming about fucking Emma up the ass like two weeks ago when she had written little instructions along her skin. Then she had taken me home and turned on her black light. I had followed the instructions explicitly, reading her creamy tanned skin as it glowed neon white in the odd heavy light.