I love you, I won't kill you

In the Girard area of ​​Ohio, there is a gas station called "McQuaid Transportation" on the side of Highway 422 leading to the Cleveland area on Lake Erie in the north.Behind the gas station with only two gas pumps, there is a not too small convenience store.

A Cadillac convertible two-door car was parked in front of a gas pump, and a young woman with blond hair wearing sunglasses and a shawl was leaning against the rear fuel tank, watching the surrounding scenery with great interest.

10 minutes ago, Susan said to her, "Hey, there's a Jeb's Hot Dog store over there. I want to get some food, how about you?"

"Of course, wait." After speaking, Julie turned around and took out a small object spray from the glove box in the cab.When it was handed to Susan, he said, "Be careful, this is already close to the border between the United States and Canada."

"Heh, don't be so nervous, just go get some hot dogs. Can you tell me what this is?"

"Nothing, just a bottle of police pepper spray. Go ahead, do you have some change?"

"There's change! Don't worry, I'll be back in a few minutes." Susan happily walked towards the hot dog shop.

With a smile on her face, Julie stared at Susan as she approached the hot dog shop less than 2 minutes away from the gas store.Maybe it was because she was a little too careful, and Susan was still safe and sound and returned to the car with a large bag of food and drinks.

"No way, can you finish eating? Buy so much!" Julie looked at the grocery bag curiously.

"Uh...the clerk said there was a promotion. If you buy as many hot dogs and hamburgers as you want, you can get a big cup of hot drink for free!" Susan had a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, and hurriedly explained with.

"Forget it, what drink did you order for me?"

"Er... quadruple espresso, with ice and three sugars. How is it? Satisfied?"

Julie nodded, and reached out to take a large cup of coffee, "Hmm, I have a good memory."

Susan took her own hot drink and said while drinking, "Of course, otherwise how can I be qualified to be your... Haha!"

"You ordered double espresso and four servings of hazelnuts, right?" Julie said cheerfully.

"Yeah, you are also qualified to be my... roommate, giggling!" Susan replied at the same time.

The two talked and laughed so much that they drank hot drinks, paid for gas at the convenience store, and were ready to go back on the road.The rest of the trip will be in the hands of Susan, and Julie can eat and chat with her, or have a good night's sleep.

"Drive carefully and don't speed, because we still have nearly 7 hours to go." Julie confessed to Susan.

"Hey, what the hell! Can you chat with me for a while, I don't want to take the car off the interstate."

"I'll do my best! You know, from 6 in the morning to [-] in the afternoon, I hardly ever take a break."

Susan moved her face closer, just as she was about to offer a grateful kiss.Julie ducked back, "What are you doing?"

"Uh...I want to say, thank you. Why, do you mind if I kiss you?" Susan said seriously.

"I'm sorry, Susan. I...I...Okay."

After Susan just kissed Julie's lips, she turned on the engine and turned around to drive on Highway 80.After setting off on the road, Julie asked curiously, "Just now...why didn't you...?"

"Nothing? Hehe, didn't taste your tongue, did I?"

"Uh...you're not mad, are you? I just... think we're better as close friends than lesbian lovers."

Susan looked back at her, "No! Uh...you're right. Looks like it's time for me to go on a date with Brandon again."

At this time, Julie thought of an interesting question and asked, "I support you! By the way, how is his bed skill?"

"Uh...You mean Brandon? God, I've made him lose his head in less than half an hour. You know what I'm referring to." Susan looked indifferent, and vaguely said Bran Come in private.

"What? Hehe, can't you? Then won't you do less foreplay?"

"Damn it, I can't be at my best without foreplay. You know that better than I do."

Anyway, driving all the way and having nothing else to do, the two had to use sex scenes to stimulate their numb brains.It turned out that within an hour, Susan felt that talking about these "bed fun" was a bit boring, so she changed the subject, "Uh... have you thought about how to answer the question I asked you earlier? "

Julie handed Susan a hot dog, chomped on a hamburger herself, and said, "Uh... your question before bed? God, I can't think of a better answer to you."

"why?"

"Because the sheriff said, 'Don't buy a weapon, the bad guys are going to use it on you . . . blah blah.' Something like that."

Susan asked, "Okay, save that question for your daddy. Sheriff? Well...not bad."

Julie curled her lips, and put down the half-eaten hamburger, "What's so good, he has a big boss at the top, and two assistant bosses at the bottom. I leave all the errands to him."

"That's not bad! By the way, what police rank is he?" Susan's curiosity grew stronger.

In the past, Julie didn't care much about her father's occupation and police rank. She only knew that there were many police officers who obeyed her father's orders and did various investigations.Now, she found that her father was still doing the same job as before, but with a few more capable police detectives around him.

Glancing at Susan, then staring at the road ahead, he thought, "Police rank? Uh... I've seen him in uniform. It looks like there's a silver star on either side of the collar. Um... That's right. "

"Wow! Julie, your daddy is a senior officer of the Chicago Police Department. I think he should be the No. [-] officer in the police department."

"Really? So... miraculous?" Julie asked, not quite believing her words.

"Hehe, amazing? Well, it's quite amazing. How does he compare with ordinary police officers?"

Julie laughed, "I don't know, anyway, he only wears the uniform when he attends police funerals."

Susan had a serious expression on her face, "Julie, police funerals are not a good thing. Do you know that since the Chicago Police Department was established in 1855, nearly 500 police officers have died in the line of duty."

"Really? But how do you know?"

"Ah... these data can be searched on the Internet. It's just that you don't really care about it."

Anyone who has been to the Chicago Police Department knows that the entire wall of the reception hall on the first floor is full of photos and profiles of the police officers who died in the line of duty.It's not that Julie doesn't care, it's just that she doesn't want to remember these things, because maybe one day her father's photo will hang on it.

"Okay, I know now. Eat something quickly, there is still a long way to go." Julie said softly.

After 8 o'clock in the evening, following the traffic ahead, Susan finally drove into the downtown road of Chicago.Glancing at Julie who was leaning sideways, she cried anxiously, "Julie, can you tell me how to go?"

"What? Uh... we're on the south side of Chicago right now?"

"Yeah, tell me quickly. You know I've never been to Chicago!"

After carefully observing the streets and buildings outside the car window, Julie said, "Calm down, go straight north along Highway 90!"

"Well, you have the final say. It's just... I think you seem a little nervous." Susan said with concern.

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