Adult EducationMandatory class?, I groaned as my sergeant handed me a piece of paper, What the hell is this about?. I already had a crappy start to my evening when my car broke down and now this garbage. My sergeant just smiled and shrugged, turning back to his briefing. I tried vainly to ignore the smirks of the rest of my shift as I took my place for briefing. Distracted, I ignored the usual rhetoric of stolen vehicle descriptions and business checks that our fearless leader loved to throw at us before every shift. I read the crumpled paper in my hand to find out what new horror I had to face. It was a week long class on developing community and police relations. Great, I knew I was going to have to pay for wrecking that damn patrol car. Maybe I could still get out of it. I waited until the patrol assignments were read out and then I made a bee-line for the sergeant's desk. A firm grip on my shoulder brought my forward progress to a sudden halt.Are you going to wait for your partner, or do I have to smack you in the back of the head so that I can catch up? I looked down at the short figure who had so boldly told me off. Sorry, Liz. I need to talk to Sarg. I have to get out of this friggin' class next week. I held up the offending paper. So, finally making up for that car you crashed? She laughed and held up her own paper. I pissed the old man off, too. We both started laughing at our mutual bad luck. You know we should just go and do it. If we are gone for a week, somebody else will be bound to screw up back here. Liz shrugged, I'm just gonna go and enjoy the vacation. The thing is in Florida, for God's sake. My temper wavered a bit, cooled off by the concept of at least having someone pleasant to spend the week with. Of course, pleasant would not be a word that most people would use to describe Liz. She was only about 5'6 tall, but her attitude and skill made up for her short stature. And out of the confines of her uniform and bullet-proof vest, she was quite well-endowed. My radio crackled and interrupted my thoughts with news of a fight in progress in our patrol area. Liz grinned and headed to the patrol car, walking with gusto. Those idiots didn't stand a chance. Several hours later, I finally got a chance to call my wife and invite her to meet us for dinner at the local twenty four hour burger joint. It wasn't actually an all night place, but Liz and I took good care of the business owners in our area by keeping the riff-raff out. They showed their thanks by making certain we always had food, coffee, and someplace to warm up in during the winter months. Community relations class my ass, we already had a great working relationship with everyone in our zone. Liz and I were reliving previous arrests when my wife, Beth, tapped my shoulder. I noticed Liz giving her a look that she normally reserved for her sexual conquests. My mind painted a brief, but arousing, picture of Liz and Beth having sex while I watched. I quickly forced the image from my mind and focused my attentions on my wife. Great, more shop talk. I just love eating dinner while the two of you act like you are on that stupid television show. Beth rolled her eyes as Liz flipped her off. Now, Beth initially had serious reservations to my female partner. She had never been around the job field before she met me. I had seen many an officer's relationship turn sour because of a jealous spouse. Fortunately, Beth had taken a liking to my lifestyle and she learned to tolerate our humor and close companionship. It had taken quite a while, but she gradually accepted the intimate relationship that two partners who protect each others lives simply must have. Beth had even go so far as to investigate going to cop school herself. I considered myself an extremely lucky man when Beth agreed to marry me. Still, every once in a while, I would catch my mind wondering about sex with others. It made me feel guilty and while I wanted to talk to Beth about it, I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Hey! Are you gonna order somethin' or what" Liz's voice cut through my fog, "What are you feedin' this idiot, Beth?" "Pipe down, Lizard-breath", Liz hated that nickname. "I'll just have a burger and a side salad with some feta cheese and ranch on the side." Lou, the owner, was laughing so hard at Liz's antics that I thought he would hurt himself. He nodded and headed back into the relatively safe confines of his kitchen. "So, Beth, did lard-brain here tell you about the class yet?" Liz smirked at me as she spilled out that undisclosed fact. She knew that I hadn't had time to tell Beth yet. Bitch, she loved trying to get me in trouble.Beth raised her eyebrows, "Class, why no. I haven't heard about it yet." Of course, Beth loved playing along with Liz's little games. I was outnumbered by estrogen yet again."Next week Liz and I have to go to Florida for a community relations seminar" I sighed, "My punishment for that wreck I had a few weeks ago. I don't know what the barracuda over here did" I pointed at my open-mouthed partner. Beth looked at us both and laughed."Well, I have my first week at the academy next week anyway. I'll be busy getting used to the schedule, so I doubt that I'll miss you at all." She sipped her drink and smiled at me. I blinked, more then a little taken aback by Beth's candor. She started laughing, presumably at my hurt response. "Ok, but you owe me when you get back." She glanced down at my crotch. "You owe me big time." I smiled at her and slipped an arm behind her back."I think I can help you out there", I puffed out my chest as Liz started making gagging noises on her side of the table. As if on queue, our dinner appeared from the kitchen. Unfortunately, dispatch must have had a crystal ball that let them know that we were about to eat. Our radios came to life with reports of a stolen vehicle being pursued into out area by another department. Beth shooed us away, telling us to call whenever we got done so that she could bring our dinner to us. Lou, bless his soul, had already put our food into carry out containers. Seven days later, I stood in line with Liz at our local airport. Beth hadn't been able to see me off since it was her first day in the police academy and she couldn't miss it. I was disappointed, but I knew what the academy was like. Liz stepped into the metal detector, which squawked in warning. The rent-a-cop at the machine jumped up and tried vainly to wrestle Liz off to the side before she could pull out her large metal badge. Anticipating this hassle , I already had my badge and identification out. After a few tense moments and several profane words, Liz and I managed to work our way past the hyper security guards and head towards our gate."Jack ass," Liz spat out when we were farther away, "Screw with a real cop again and I'll make that moron rue the day his parents met." " 'Rue the day', who the hell talks like that?" I baited Liz, trying to turn her aggression away from the security guards. The poor buffoons didn't stand a chance against her. Unfortunately, they could also make our career dissipation lights kick into overdrive if we screwed with them too much."Fuck you if you can't stand a little culture, you uneducated flea." Liz's insults always seemed to mix a bit of sarcasm with almost Shakespearean fluency. "Yes, dear." I rolled my eyes, earning a stinging slap against my arm. I put my arm around my irate partner's shoulders and steered her towards the closest bar. "We have a hour to kill, light as well limit the number of brain cells that we are wasting". I ordered a pitcher of beer and two glasses. Setting them down on a table carefully, I pulled out Liz's chair."You know, if you weren't married, I'd almost want to fuck you." Liz poured the first round."Almost want to? Baby, I'm one hundred percent pure American steak. Any woman would die to have a taste!" I puffed out my chest and flexed my arms. Liz nearly choked on her beer. "Don't spit, that's alcohol abuse" I loved needling her. I relented and gave her a minute to recover and swallow her drink. "Anyway, I thought you only batted for the other team." I swung my arms in my best batter pose. "Just because I prefer the subtle company of the better sex doesn't mean that I don't, on occasion, enjoy the performance of a man" She took another, smaller, sip of beer. "So, you switch-hit" "When I feel like it." Liz looked at me over the rim of her pilsner glass. "If I came onto you, you wouldn't know what to do with yourself." I leaned forward, suddenly intrigued by our exchange. Our kidding had gone just a little bit further then either of us intended, and my body started to react despite my intentions. Liz suddenly sat back with a blank look on her face. The moment was gone, but it left a deep sense of guilt churning in my stomach. I had just been willing to engage in god only knows what with my partner, a woman that I honestly respected. And behind my wife's back. Mercifully, the time had raced by and it was already time to catch our flight. I gulped the remained of my beer to quench the dirty fire in my belly. Liz walked quietly next to me as we boarded the plane. We sat next to each other, crammed into too small seats. We spent the entire flight silently contemplating what happened, each trying not to accidentally touch the other in case it rekindled a previously unexplored pyre. As the plane touched down in the bright sunshine that bathed Florida, the events at the airport seemed to have played themselves out. Liz and I both seemed to be approaching our normal state, with insults and jokes freely flying about. We found our rental car booth, only to be informed that the economical vehicle that we had requested had already been rented out by mistake. I stepped back, poor customer service was always Liz's territory. As she verbally berated the clerk, I turned away to hide the laughter that threatened to erupt from my quivering mouth. The encounter ended with Liz demanding to know the name of every member of management from the local level on up to the corporate headquarters. The clerk satiated Liz's hot temper with a free upgrade to a luxury class car and several apologies."Do you practice that in the mirror or something, you're so good at it" I teased.Liz flashed her usual, self confident smile at me. "I just don't accept anything less then what I deserve." Laughing, I reached for the keys and was greeted by Liz's scowl. I exaggerated a cringe and got in the passenger side. The hotel was only a few miles away, and to our delight, was located in the heart of the entertainment district. Considering our healthy appetites for alcohol, the close proximity of bars was a boon that might make the trip a lot more bearable. We checked in and headed up to our rooms, with plans to meet in the lobby in an hour for dinner. I found my room, despite the confusing signs in the hallway. Stretching, I looked out my window to get a lay of the land and was greeted by a perfect view of the hotel pool. Satisfied, I flopped onto my bed to relax. As my body started to release all of the stress the trip had piled on it, my mind wondered back to the steamy moment that Liz and I shared at the airport bar. My member began to twitch at the thought of her small frame and her searing eyes. Guiltily, I succumbed to my inner lust and unzipped my pants. I ran my hand along my cock lazily, imagining what a sexual union with my partner would be like. Soon, I was stroking my turgid member heartily as my mind raced. My other hand groped for my bulging testicles, finding them and squeezing. As suddenly as my imagined affair began, it ended with a hearty orgasm. I lay gasping for air on the rock hard bed. Glancing at the clock, I realized that I had only fifteen minutes to get cleaned up and meet Liz for dinner. I jumped into the shower and was rewarded with a frigid blast when I accidentally turned the water to the cold position. Well, at least I wouldn't be horny for a while. I threw on clean clothes and tore through the hallway in search of the elevator. Luck smiled on me when I finally found the elevator. Liz was standing by the call button, eyebrow raised at my antics."What the hell are you doing?" she demanded."Thought