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convict.
    “Rafael…” Kym stuttered and then caught herself. “Mr. Serrano, your behavior is absolutely unacceptable!” She calmly walked out and spared herself any real embarrassment.
    Kym shook her head at the thought. She should have left that crazy Rican alone after that scene. Now she was hooked. She just might let him stuff his mini seven inches in her tight asshole tonight. She could take seven measly inches, couldn’t she? She was a back-shot virgin, despite the many dicks that visited her luscious, swollen body.
    Kym quickly dialed his home number by memory, from her County issued cell phone. Rafael had an 8:00 pm curfew, so at 10:10 pm he had no reason to be anywhere other than at home in case she came through.
    “Serrano, its Officer Devers. Glad to hear you home during curfew. Did you go to work today? Did you go to your drug and alcohol class at the Wedge? Have you been arrested since the last time we spoke? Have you been contacted by anyone in authority since our last meeting? Have you violated your PFA and/or been near or within six city blocks of Vanessa Torres’ home or work?” In addition to threatening witnesses who dared snitch against his drug empire, he had been stalking a former girlfriend too. “I’m around the corner, open the front door,” she said.
    It was the same each time they conversed, either in person or via telephone. He always said no, but he was lying today. Pretty Boy had picked up new charges in Delaware County for driving without a license, fleeing a police officer, and resisting arrest. He didn’t know that she knew about his upcoming court date, and she would make him pay for it tonight.
    She always made sure she updated her notes regarding their meetings on the telephone or in person. She was, after all, his probation officer. She was the one who kept him out of jail. She was the one who told him what to do and whom he could do. She held the keys to his freedom and never let him forget it. Kym smiled at the thought.
    She pulled up into the driveway behind the row of houses on North Indiana Street in the Bad Lands, her eyes glued on his back door. She stopped behind the red and green painted house three doors down from Pretty Boy. Even though she told him to open the front door, she had no intention of going through the front door. Kym liked the element of surprise. What she didn’t like was the back door opening, and Pretty Boy throwing a petite, half dressed blond Hispanic waif out of it.
    “Nico! Por qué usted que me lanza fuera de su casa? Pensé que usted me amó! Usted dice que usted me ama, papi! Por favor, el papá, me dejó lo hace hasta usted!” The girl looked about fifteen, but was stacked like a porn star.
    Oh, so it’s ‘Nico’ with the bitches , Kym thought. And tellin’ them that you love them?
    “Cierre la cogida, perra! Le dije que aspiró mi dick y que tragó mi cum y ahora usted piensa te amo? Concha estúpida!”
    Oh, so ‘Nico’ got the pretty, petite bitches eatin’ his man and swallowing too .
    Kym drew her Glock and pointed it at Pretty Boy’s midsection. She waited for the half-naked chick to run down the driveway and out of danger. She knew she wasn’t going to shoot him, but she wanted to get his attention. She racked the slide and spit out the live round onto the ground as another slid in the chamber.
    “Nico!” Kym yelled.
    Pretty Boy’s eyes almost popped outta his head as he whipped around. “Ms. Kym!”
    “Put your fuckin’ hands up, Serrano!” Kym ran up on him standing in the doorway naked. He still had the orange condom on his limp seven inches. She shoved him around and jammed a pair of black cuffs on his wrists.
    “Don’t you fuckin’ move, Nico! You a stupid ass illegal alien ma’fucka, ain’t you! I should violate your ass right the fuck now for lying to me! Oh, yeah, I know all about your new charges in the County. You goin’ down, boy. You better tell all your bitches adios, ‘cause your immigrant ass is