in that bag you take with you everywhere?" Trevor asked.
"Just stuff."
"Stuff, ha, full of sweets I bet." Trevor sneered once more. "Never known any real man to eat as many sweets as you; you're like a fucking child."
"Stop it Trevor." Deirdre intervened.
"Shut up." He shot back at her. "Go and have a beer in the pub like a real man instead of sucking lollies like a poof." Trevor laughed. "Thinks he's fucking Kojak."
"Trevor," Deirdre shrieked. Malcolm quickly left before he had to listen to any more taunts from his father. His actual mission tonight was to go to High Street and sit on his favourite bench outside Bar Three. It was a hot night and there would be a guaranteed smorgasbord of women with their tits hanging out for the entire world to see. It was better than the cinema; free and he could bring his own snacks. Malcolm knew Vixen was away on a book signing this evening but he intended to catch up with her late on that day when she was due home. With any luck she would forget to close her curtains again and undress in front of her bedroom window, providing Malcolm with his own private peep-show. Yes a full belly of sausages and a possibility of viewing jostling big tits was definitely keeping Malcolm happy this evening; he wondered whether anyone would let him play with them today.
Chapter Seven
Sunday July 7 th 2013
0600, Olinsbury Police Station - Police Briefing
"Ok settle down; let's get this briefing out of the way."
Todd looked at the assortment of officers sitting before him, all from the CID department. Each officer carried his or her own sense of style; Todd could always tell the newbies just out of uniform as their attire would be more office-like; women attempting the pencil skirt and heels whilst men wore the favoured lilac shirt and tie combo that seemed to be in every CID officer's wardrobe. Old hats to the unit who hadn't seen a uniform in years would be much more casually dressed in jeans and t-shirts, male and female alike. It made a fitting uniform for an officer who may find themselves shimmying up a drainpipe or chasing a burglar across a field and it made it a lot easier to run after a drug dealer whose nest they may unwittingly disturb during their investigations. Todd saw the new to old divide sitting happily in their little cliques around the room, waiting for his briefing on what work was to come in the day ahead.
"Right, first things first, burglary figures are down." A small cheer went around the office; everybody all too aware of the Metropolitan Police's obsession with burglaries.
"Yes the folks of Olinsbury can rest easy that their drugs will not be stolen." Todd said to much laughter. "We had two rapes last night - same case though. Two girls went to a party at a mini-cab office and it all got out of hand."
"Guess that wasn't the ride they were looking for," a voice shouted from the back of the room.
"Come on, let's have some respect." Todd admonished. "That's somebody's daughter."
"Sorry Guv."
"Ok," Todd knew the police often used humour to get themselves through the turmoil of their day. Sometimes it was a case of if you don't laugh then you're gonna cry; a situation he had been in many times, however, there were certain lines that Todd would not allow the humour to cross.
"Door to door enquiries in the area; did anybody see the girls go in the cab office. How drunk did they seem; you know the drill. Handsome I'm giving you the lead on this one as you are looking to join Sapphire."
Matthew Hanson, known ironically as Handsome to his team members, gave Todd a salute. "Will do Guv, any info we get I'll let Sapphire know as soon as possible."
Sapphire was the unit dedicated to investigating rape cases. Matthew had applied to join a few times but never quite made the grade, being known for his constant banter and his beloved one liner, 'It's all 'bout the bant.' Todd was nervous he may not make rape victims very comfortable; however, he knew that at some point everybody
"Just stuff."
"Stuff, ha, full of sweets I bet." Trevor sneered once more. "Never known any real man to eat as many sweets as you; you're like a fucking child."
"Stop it Trevor." Deirdre intervened.
"Shut up." He shot back at her. "Go and have a beer in the pub like a real man instead of sucking lollies like a poof." Trevor laughed. "Thinks he's fucking Kojak."
"Trevor," Deirdre shrieked. Malcolm quickly left before he had to listen to any more taunts from his father. His actual mission tonight was to go to High Street and sit on his favourite bench outside Bar Three. It was a hot night and there would be a guaranteed smorgasbord of women with their tits hanging out for the entire world to see. It was better than the cinema; free and he could bring his own snacks. Malcolm knew Vixen was away on a book signing this evening but he intended to catch up with her late on that day when she was due home. With any luck she would forget to close her curtains again and undress in front of her bedroom window, providing Malcolm with his own private peep-show. Yes a full belly of sausages and a possibility of viewing jostling big tits was definitely keeping Malcolm happy this evening; he wondered whether anyone would let him play with them today.
Chapter Seven
Sunday July 7 th 2013
0600, Olinsbury Police Station - Police Briefing
"Ok settle down; let's get this briefing out of the way."
Todd looked at the assortment of officers sitting before him, all from the CID department. Each officer carried his or her own sense of style; Todd could always tell the newbies just out of uniform as their attire would be more office-like; women attempting the pencil skirt and heels whilst men wore the favoured lilac shirt and tie combo that seemed to be in every CID officer's wardrobe. Old hats to the unit who hadn't seen a uniform in years would be much more casually dressed in jeans and t-shirts, male and female alike. It made a fitting uniform for an officer who may find themselves shimmying up a drainpipe or chasing a burglar across a field and it made it a lot easier to run after a drug dealer whose nest they may unwittingly disturb during their investigations. Todd saw the new to old divide sitting happily in their little cliques around the room, waiting for his briefing on what work was to come in the day ahead.
"Right, first things first, burglary figures are down." A small cheer went around the office; everybody all too aware of the Metropolitan Police's obsession with burglaries.
"Yes the folks of Olinsbury can rest easy that their drugs will not be stolen." Todd said to much laughter. "We had two rapes last night - same case though. Two girls went to a party at a mini-cab office and it all got out of hand."
"Guess that wasn't the ride they were looking for," a voice shouted from the back of the room.
"Come on, let's have some respect." Todd admonished. "That's somebody's daughter."
"Sorry Guv."
"Ok," Todd knew the police often used humour to get themselves through the turmoil of their day. Sometimes it was a case of if you don't laugh then you're gonna cry; a situation he had been in many times, however, there were certain lines that Todd would not allow the humour to cross.
"Door to door enquiries in the area; did anybody see the girls go in the cab office. How drunk did they seem; you know the drill. Handsome I'm giving you the lead on this one as you are looking to join Sapphire."
Matthew Hanson, known ironically as Handsome to his team members, gave Todd a salute. "Will do Guv, any info we get I'll let Sapphire know as soon as possible."
Sapphire was the unit dedicated to investigating rape cases. Matthew had applied to join a few times but never quite made the grade, being known for his constant banter and his beloved one liner, 'It's all 'bout the bant.' Todd was nervous he may not make rape victims very comfortable; however, he knew that at some point everybody
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