his menu.”
“Whoa, he’s my boss. Besides, I’m not into whips and chains.”
Lowering his head, he eyeballed her. “After few days in the academy, S & M will seem like light recreation. Just remember, I’m happy to provide full body massages.”
With another wink, he paddled out to catch an approaching swell. With the infinite grace of years of practice, he pushed to a crouching position, then stood for a smooth ride on a nice four-footer taking him nearly to shore.
A full body massage sounded like heaven. The fire in her belly spread and descended between her legs. Kinky with a Hemanus sounded like an opportunity of a lifetime.
* * * *
Later in the week, Jo held her breath while scanning the county’s academy web roster on her laptop. Her name appeared midway on the list. Prayer, answered, she messaged Ray and Bobby.
The morning of the written exam she inhaled a light breakfast, then sped to the training facility. A ninety-minute commute would be her daily drive for twenty-five weeks, if she passed.
The classroom barely held all applicants when their test began at eight AM sharp. Having recently graduated from college, she felt confident answering the English and math problems. Thanks to being raised by a fire captain and reviewing some of his books, she believed she aced the questions relating to firefighting.
After testing, she took opportunity to check out the physical abilities CPAT course before scheduling a time. Inside the large building, another woman stood eying the course. She looked to be mid-thirties, with spiky, blond hair. In a guy’s vocabulary, built like a brick shithouse. Jo didn’t remember seeing her during the written exam, but there were nearly forty other brains firing synapses in the large room.
“I’m Tami.” She faced Jo and extended her hand.
“Joanne. Jo for short.” She returned an equally firm grip.
“Up for a trial run?” Her new acquaintance raised a brow.
“Sure.”
They took a few minutes and ran through each evolution hoping to uncover any weakness that might cause them to fail completion within the required time.
“How about we make appointments and take the test back-to-back.” Tami’s twang sounded local born and bred.
“Sounds good, how about Thursday?” Jo hoped a few extra days of running would increase her speed and stamina.
Tami smiled. “Do or die, babe.”
She had no idea.
* * * *
The morning of the test, Jo’s phone chirped with a text from Ray. You’re the strongest woman I know! You got this. Love you, Dahlin’!
His thoughtfulness and belief in her helped calm her nerves. One step closer to everything she desired.
At their appointed time, Tami flipped a coin to see who would run the course first. Jo lost. She’d have to compete all evolutions within the ten-minute time limit.
She donned a fifty-pound vest simulating the weight of a firefighter’s gear. After a prayer, she stepped onto the stair climber for three minutes, maintaining a pace of sixty steps-per-minute. Her legs burned with lactic acid by the time the tester blew his whistle.
Hustling seventy-five feet to the second event, she dragged a fire hose the required distance, and proceeded to the next station, the equipment carry.
One at a time, she removed two types of gas-powered saws from their bins and carried both several yards around a drum and back.
Still pumped with energy, she jogged to the ladder raise where she grasped a rung of the twenty-four foot extension ladder. Careful not to miss a rung and fail the event, she walked it up the wall, extended the fly section and lowered it in the same manner before returning to the starting position.
At the simulated forcible entry event, she swung a ten-pound sledgehammer at a mechanized device that measured cumulative force until a buzzer sounded.
Breathing hard and concerned about time, she dropped to her hands and knees at the maze and kept her shoulder to the wall of the narrow crawl space. The sixty-five foot
“Whoa, he’s my boss. Besides, I’m not into whips and chains.”
Lowering his head, he eyeballed her. “After few days in the academy, S & M will seem like light recreation. Just remember, I’m happy to provide full body massages.”
With another wink, he paddled out to catch an approaching swell. With the infinite grace of years of practice, he pushed to a crouching position, then stood for a smooth ride on a nice four-footer taking him nearly to shore.
A full body massage sounded like heaven. The fire in her belly spread and descended between her legs. Kinky with a Hemanus sounded like an opportunity of a lifetime.
* * * *
Later in the week, Jo held her breath while scanning the county’s academy web roster on her laptop. Her name appeared midway on the list. Prayer, answered, she messaged Ray and Bobby.
The morning of the written exam she inhaled a light breakfast, then sped to the training facility. A ninety-minute commute would be her daily drive for twenty-five weeks, if she passed.
The classroom barely held all applicants when their test began at eight AM sharp. Having recently graduated from college, she felt confident answering the English and math problems. Thanks to being raised by a fire captain and reviewing some of his books, she believed she aced the questions relating to firefighting.
After testing, she took opportunity to check out the physical abilities CPAT course before scheduling a time. Inside the large building, another woman stood eying the course. She looked to be mid-thirties, with spiky, blond hair. In a guy’s vocabulary, built like a brick shithouse. Jo didn’t remember seeing her during the written exam, but there were nearly forty other brains firing synapses in the large room.
“I’m Tami.” She faced Jo and extended her hand.
“Joanne. Jo for short.” She returned an equally firm grip.
“Up for a trial run?” Her new acquaintance raised a brow.
“Sure.”
They took a few minutes and ran through each evolution hoping to uncover any weakness that might cause them to fail completion within the required time.
“How about we make appointments and take the test back-to-back.” Tami’s twang sounded local born and bred.
“Sounds good, how about Thursday?” Jo hoped a few extra days of running would increase her speed and stamina.
Tami smiled. “Do or die, babe.”
She had no idea.
* * * *
The morning of the test, Jo’s phone chirped with a text from Ray. You’re the strongest woman I know! You got this. Love you, Dahlin’!
His thoughtfulness and belief in her helped calm her nerves. One step closer to everything she desired.
At their appointed time, Tami flipped a coin to see who would run the course first. Jo lost. She’d have to compete all evolutions within the ten-minute time limit.
She donned a fifty-pound vest simulating the weight of a firefighter’s gear. After a prayer, she stepped onto the stair climber for three minutes, maintaining a pace of sixty steps-per-minute. Her legs burned with lactic acid by the time the tester blew his whistle.
Hustling seventy-five feet to the second event, she dragged a fire hose the required distance, and proceeded to the next station, the equipment carry.
One at a time, she removed two types of gas-powered saws from their bins and carried both several yards around a drum and back.
Still pumped with energy, she jogged to the ladder raise where she grasped a rung of the twenty-four foot extension ladder. Careful not to miss a rung and fail the event, she walked it up the wall, extended the fly section and lowered it in the same manner before returning to the starting position.
At the simulated forcible entry event, she swung a ten-pound sledgehammer at a mechanized device that measured cumulative force until a buzzer sounded.
Breathing hard and concerned about time, she dropped to her hands and knees at the maze and kept her shoulder to the wall of the narrow crawl space. The sixty-five foot
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