My wife Cher and I were looking forward to getting away for a long weekend at a cabin I had rented up in the mountains.

We got there shortly before noon, and we were still settling in when we heard a knock on the door. It was the local sheriff. He told us that the wind had knocked down some neighbors’ power lines, and he was checking on ours. We were okay, but Cher invited him in and asked if he wanted some coffee.

The sheriff’s name was Richie. He was about our age, tall, with dark brown hair and an athletic build. We had some coffee and some pleasant small talk, and when he left he said he would drop by later if the weather got bad, to check on our power situation.

I had noticed the way Cher was looking at this man. As soon as he was gone I said to her with a grin, “You want to suck... Read More