He wondered how it would feel to put his lips to her sweet buds.
"God," he said out loud. "I'm getting to be a horny devil. I might have to go see one of my friends tonight."
He laughed out loud and rubbed his crotch.
"Miss?" he said.
The girl turned and looked at him and he saw the quick rise of her titties. Her face was pale and there was alarm in her eyes.
Definitely a runaway, he thought.
"Miss?" he said again.
She pretended she didn't hear him. She started walking in the other direction. He quickened his steps. He didn't catch up too quickly, though. He enjoyed the way her pert ass wiggled under that skirt.
He finally caught up and grabbed her elbow.
"Hold on, little darling," he said.
The girl stopped dead still. He could almost hear the beating of her heart. Her skin felt soft and satiny, and again he wondered what it would be like to fuck a girl this young.
Jailbait, his mind warned. Stay away from girls like this one. You got too much good going to fuck it up now. But he could still feel the aching at his crotch.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"Just to ask a few questions," he said. "Why don't we walk back to my car?"
"I'm in a hurry," she said. "I can't stop now. I'm meeting someone."
It was obvious that she was lying. He had played these games with runaways before. They always lied. Some of them would even try conning you. Once a young girl had offered him the best piece of ass he'd ever had if he'd let her go. It was a rotten fuck. She just lay there, in the back holding cell, and never uttered a word while he fucked her.
She had been jailbait too, but he hadn't had so many things going then.
Again he wondered what it would be like to fuck this one. Would she offer it to him? He wondered if he would be able to turn it down. She just looked so damned sweet and innocent.
"Who?" he asked. "Who were you going to meet?"
"Mr. Stephens," she said quickly. Too quickly. He's my uncle."
"There's no Mr. Stephens in this town," he said. He grinned at her.
"0h," she stammered. "I-I thought…"
"Come on," he said.
He took her firmly by the arm and directed her to his car. He opened the door and she got into the front seat. She didn't try to escape as he walked around and slipped into the driver's side.
"Okay," he said. "What's your name and where are you running away from?"
Her shoulders sagged. She knew she was caught.
"Angie," she said. "I'm running away from my stepmother. She doesn't love me."
"That's too bad," he said sympathetically. "I wouldn't make you go back but I have a job to do.