Allen looked at his watch for what must have been the twentieth time in the past ten minutes. He hated office meetings. They were completely pointless and a tremendous waste of time, usually just meetings to plan more meetings. He would much rather be home in bed with his fling of the month, Izzy. She was sixteen years old, so young, so supple, with ample peaches-and-cream breasts that fit neatly into his hand and long, sinuous hair the color of the sun at noon. Her taut, firm little tummy, plump, corpulent ass, and innocent, cherubic face made her the perfect package, his blue ribbon, his prize hog. He had been with many girls like her before, but he had never gotten such a rush and so aroused as he did with her. He conscientiously glanced around the room to ensure no one was paying attention to him and repositioned his hand to cover his Johnson. Damn, he was hard just thinking about her. When the hell was this stupid fucking meeting going to end?? He looked at his watch again.

Right then, the drone at the front of the room gasped mid-sentence about some new policy they were implementing as five Baton Rouge policemen burst through door to the conference room.

“Allen Forman!” one of them yelled, the largest one of course, with the bald head, massive hulking muscles, and scowl on his face. The policeman drew his Baton Rouge Police Department issued handgun and pointed it toward the group sitting at the conference table. Everyone immediately threw both hands in the air as if admitting defeat. Except Allen.

“Fuck!” Allen thought. “Mother fucker! What the fuck?!” as every eye in the room turned to focus on him. The police officer trained his gun on Allen, yelling, “Allen Forman, stand up! You are under arrest!”

Allen’s boss (the drone at the front of the room) shot him a quizzical look as he ignored the officer and just sat there. “Mother fucker!” he said aloud. “How could this have happened?”

He and Izzy had a pact. That fucking little bitch. When he worked his way out of this, he was going to find her, and he was going to calmly strangle her to death. Then, he was going to give her one last goodbye fuck before dumping her on his sister’s doorstep. That would teach her to tattle to her mommy.

Allen was too busy reeling to notice the mammoth policeman manhandling him to put him into cuffs or to hear him saying, “Allen Forman, you are under arrest for unlawful carnal knowledge of a minor. You have the right to remain silent…”

Author’s Note: Believe it or not, this is a true story! One of my family members was actually in this meeting when the cops burst in to arrest one of her coworkers for “unlawful carnal knowledge of a minor” for having an affair with his 16-year-old neice. I’m sure his sister was mortified. I can’t even imagine.

Another Author’s Note: The story of how I came up with the title for this one is interesting, so I thought I’d share. I couldn’t think of a good title, and my husband and I were in the car. I said “I’m really having a hard time with this one…” and my husband shouted, “That’s it! Hard time!” It has many facets of meaning (sexual, jail time, he’s having a hard time paying attention in the meeting, etc.), so I said, “That’s perfect!”