By DogcatcherVA
This is a work of fiction. While it would be nice that it is real it isn’t. If you are not legal in your hometown to read such fiction, please do not do so. Also, if you like the story, please let me know and I may write more. This is my first work so please bear with me.
As I write this, I still find it sort of hard to believe. I mean in the area that I live in things like this just don’t happen. Let me introduce myself, my name is Peter William Peterson III. Yeah, my parents where twisted when they named me but as you can see I am not the only one in my family with such a crappy name. I usually go by “Pete” or if you meet me on my job, it is usually Officer. That is right I am a State Trooper. And before you get all those porn fantasies going let me nip them in the butt – I do not mix work and pleasure. I leave my uniform in the closet after I get off work. Yes, I have heard all the pickup lines and I really don’t care. Don’t let me come off as a hard ass because I am not. I am a nice guy. But I have been a trooper for 10 years now and most people go crazy when they hear it. I am 32, 6-foot-1, 205 pounds. No, you can’t bounce a coin of my stomach, but I am in good shape, and I try to stay that way. I run about 6 miles a day and that is how I met Caleb. Ha, Caleb, and I thought I had a bad name.
