This is you-
(Backstory- you've lifted since you were twelve, with your dad. You have about ten tattoos, one in memory of your dad (right lower stomach), three of your horses' names (wrist left) , a horse shoe (with the names on the left), a cross (middle finger left hand), and one of your first initial (right wrist), one of a quote your grandfather used to say (right forearm), and then one that's Roman numerals in your birthday (left collar bone), one that says "I'm a bitch, deal with it" on your lower back that your best friend chose.)
I woke up to my alarm I shut it off and sat up slowly, stretching. I put on my Apple Watch and went to my closet. I put on this-
Then I went and put my hair in a pony. I went out and drank some water and went back to get my phone. When I had my phone I went out and started my run. I played my music. I noticed the same guy start to follow me. I have a stalker. Ever since I moved in here he's been watching me, and the other day he tried to break in to my house. I ran. Two and a half miles later I was done. I went inside and went to take a shower. When I was done I put on this-
I put my pinesdale sweater over it and tucked it (the front of the sweater behind the buckle). With a belt that looks more like this-
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Chicago's Cowgirl
FantasyHey I'm Tara. I'm 25, and just transferred from LA, California, to a police station in Chicago, Illinois, I'm a detective, and it's safe to say that I know absolutely no one here except for the one and only Hank Voight. I just moved in last week, an...