Officer Nechama Zayden is taking a statement from Marleen Williams, a witness for a murder case. Marleen is hostile, edgy, and strangely attractive to Nechama.
Nechama blinked and cleared her throat. "I'm very sorry for what you had to see, Ms. Williams," she began.
"Are you?" Marleen challenged. "I'm not like you. I don't get excited dealing with these situations."
"Ms. Williams, I do this because I want to help people, not because I get excited."
"Really?" Marleen's hand darted out and pinched Nechama's left nipple. Nechama had to bite back a yelp that would have been equal parts surprise and arousal. She jumped up from her chair, one hand on her gun.
"You're going to shoot me now?" Marleen said. "I saw your little nipples getting hard when I was talking to you."
Nechama glanced helplessly at her voice recorder. There was no way she wanted audio from the last minute playing in court. "Ms. Williams, I'd appreciate it if we could focus on taking your statement. Your testimony could be very important to finding the person who did this to your neighbor. What you or I feel about it really doesn't matter compared to that, does it?"
Marleen gave a sharp nod, leading with her chin, lowering her hands into her lap.
Nechama stopped her current recording and queued up a new one. It felt unethical to erase the embarrassing one, but she could try to set things up so it was easy not to play it in court. She kept her eyes off Marleen altogether, choosing a spot in the middle of the table. Her left breast felt like Marleen had burned it. She was so aroused, her nipple almost stung. She took a deep breath. "Now, I think we're going to need to start over."
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