The sun was just setting as Myron drove up to Lover's Lane. There were already a dozen cars scattered among
the trees. Myron parked, and took his flashlight and the Chronivac.
"Okay, hot shot, out of the car," Myron ordered.
Mark Daniels got out of his car, and his girlfriend Lola opened her car door.
"Stay there, Sweetheart," Myron ordered.
"It's okay, Lola, it's just Myron. Probably, about my parking tickets. I'll take care of it."
"Over to my squad car, hand me your wallet," Myron ordered.
"Don't you want just my ID?" Mark asked.
"Hand me the wallet," Myron ordered.
"Okay. Hey, where did you park, Myron, I can't see my car any more, and I can't see yours yet."
He heard a ping, and turned to look at Myron holding the Chronivac leveled at him.
"Woof?"
"Yeah, Dave's going to love ya, Marcia," Myron said grabbing the bitch German Shepherd's leash.
She was dazed, but obediently followed Myron back to his car. He unleashed Marcia in the back seat of his
squad car, and since he had programmed her to be in heat, Dave was all over her.
He locked the car, then trained the device on himself.
A few minutes later, Lola looked up to see Mark getting back into the driver's seat of his car.
"Hey, honey," he said reaching across to kiss her.
"Whoa! What happened with the campus cop, Mark?" she asked pulling away.
"Oh, nothing much, I set him straight. I bought a ticket to the policeman's ball," he joked.
Lola shrugged and started to French kiss her boyfriend back. She had no idea that this wasn't her boyfriend,
it was Myron. He had used the Chronivac to turn himself into the college stud.
After he had blown his loads, Myron as Mark told Lola, he had to piss and would be back shortly.
He headed back to his squad car.
He aimed the Chronivac into the backseat where the two dogs were sleeping after having mated.