<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F474x%2Ff4%2F92%2F23%2Ff492235a0d91a12844fd1087633def10.jpg&amp;hash=563afb24f99a125e330e588269b8262f" href="https://i.pinimg.com/474x/f4/92/23/f492235a0d91a12844fd1087633def10.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Monica Luca</a>had been a real sheriff's deputy once upon a time.  But the rural Tennessee county she served had too many husbands who liked to abuse their wives when drunk.  Which happened waaaay too often in a county that was economically depressed and with high unemployment.  Yet the wives rarely pressed charges, believing their husband's promises to never do it again.  They would continue to cover for their husbands until their husbands killed them.  Which happened too often.  And if the women did press charges, the system seemed rigged against them.<br/><br/>Finally, Monica had had enough and quite the sheriff's department.  Of course, it didn't hurt that just before she quit, her Uncle Mario had passed away, leaving her his house in the woods and a surprising sum of money.  Enough money that she didn't need to look for a job. She had to wonder where that money came from.  Moonshine?<br/><br/>But living in the house for awhile, Monica began to go stir-crazy.  She needed something to do.  Or someone to fuck.  She hadn't had much luck with men.  Every time she would fall for a guy, he would turn from a prince to a frog.  Usually after he'd already moved into her apartment.  There was no way she was going to invite a guy into her new home, except on her own terms.<br/><br/>Kevin was purely a random choice, though he had the misfortune to look a lot like her last boyfriend, Larry.  She'd seen him at the gas station just before he turned off onto rural route 5, a lightly traveled back road through the woods.  He was probably trying for a shortcut to the interstate.<br/><br/>The take-down had been easy.  Kevin had been driving over the speed limit and seemed to acknowledge it.  When she took his ID and registration back to the "patrol car" to "check it", it was all an act.  Coming back with her gun drawn, he meekly got out of his car and lay on the ground to be cuffed.  Though he did protest that he hadn't done anything wrong, other than speeding.  The typical response of any man, innocent or not.<br/><br/>"We'll get it sorted out back at the station," was her curt response.  Monica added an extra set of cuffs to his ankles, "Just to be on the safe side", she said.<br/><br/>She drove away in a hurry.  Faster than Kevin had been driving.  By the time he realized they weren't headed to the station, Monica was pulling onto the gravel road leading to her place.  Pulling up to the cabin, she dragged Kevin out of the back seat.<br/><br/>"Come on, lover boy."