by Scott Unfried
Garda Ruth O’Gruagain, stood reticent and radiant, at the edge of a cliff overlooking the calm waters. She was not an ordinary officer, her skin clearer than most, her eyebrows more pleasingly plucked, her brown hair shinier, and brown eyes that made a beautifully beefy gaze. Those were not her only good features, she had everything else.
Garda: national police force of Ireland.
Garda Ruth’s proper demeanor was one of her most cultivated assets. She was a serious woman with a serious career. No room for trivialities like flirting.
She was off duty a half-hour ago. She inhaled deeply and slowly, taking in a last breath of salty air before heading back to her service car about three-hundred yards away.
“Hey there, sexy!” a young man said with a wink.
She smiled but didn’t verbally reply.
“God, you look hot!” a man in his early thirties wearing…
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