At a party, newly promoted Rookie Tara talked to Richie Striker. She knew him from work, though they'd never talked much. He was cute and athletic, even if his wardrobe choices are pretty sad. Ick.
She was very interested, and asked if he was single. The answer was no. He was married to a lady named Stella and had a son named Sebastian.
Tara went home alone, still thinking of Richie. While she slept, a burglar sneaked onto the lot. She woke up and called the police, and then ran out to confront the thief.
I wish...oh, how I wish...that I had gotten a shot of Tara menacing the thief with her mad Sim Fu skillz. She crouched down and waved her arms around and was all "waaaaaaaahhhhhhhh-yah!" It was a thing of beauty. But my shutter finger wasn't fast enough. Dammit! Then the police came and used a little police brutality.
And won.
After a few days, Tara still couldn't get Richie out of her head. She knew it was wrong, but he just seemed so perfect for her. She invited him out for an evening on the town. They went to a lounge, but Richie's celebrity status wasn't high enough to get in. Tara invited him back to her home.
Things progressed pretty quickly from there. Richie was a little hesitant at first, but when Tara suggested skinny dipping in the pool, he was all for it. He waited while Tara jumped in.
Then he stole her clothes.
Poor Tara!
Richie went home soon after that...y'know, to his wife and child. Tara went to bed a little unhappy with him - she wasn't wild about being caught in public without clothes. But she still wanted to kiss him.
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