Chapter 8: Reconstructions
Over the following days, try as I might, I couldn’t quite figure out where the cop had been coming from—so to speak. And I kept coming back to his final words, “enough for now.” I considered this. Judging from his initial prediction of a return visit, he seemed to be a man of his word. That seemed to suggest he wasn’t through with me. And that disturbed and excited me no end, as it turned out.
It was three days later that I got another loud knock on the front door. My heart fluttered at the sight of the cop’s big form through the door and the cruiser parked on the street outside.
“I’d like to go over some details,” he said when he was in my living room once more. I nodded, sitting down on the couch, and he stood as before.
“That—fellatio,” he said, tapping hi
