‘I didn’t expect a policewoman to burst into tears.’

‘Not fair! I’m off duty.’

Leila turned for the car door handle, but her face locked onto mine.

In her flat, she drew a staccato breath.

‘Drink?’

‘I’d like to spank you for being a brat, Leila.’

A hard swallow, eyes cast to the floor: the answer I coveted.

Naked, hands on her head in the corner, Leila’s long, black, silken-straight hair contrasted beautifully with her tight, reddened buttocks. She sobbed through an orgasm as my comforting hand teased her wet cunt.

‘Remember, from now on, fake tears earn real tears.’