Date: Sun, 2 May 2004 17:01:51 EDT
From: KissAndCuddleGem@aol.com
Subject: POP FINDS A WAY (INSTALLMENT 11)

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I was still holding my breath when I heard the handle on my door being
turned.  There was no need to even look toward the doorway, as I knew very
well who was entering.  I no longer had a definitive sense of my identity,
I felt as if I were a mouse in a maze docilely roaming about and going
after the cheese.

"Well, look at what we have here, I see you're all ready for inspection,
Jerry.", a smiling Pop crooned, interrupting my thoughts.

I just nodded casually in response, afraid that if I turned toward Pop, he
would see right away that I was unmistakably fully hard.  Nothing going
through my mind seemed to be doing anything about my unexpected hardon.

Then Pop really surprised me with this: "Turn around, Jerry, I'll
be....uhm....'inspecting' the front first.  After all, you know I always
prefer to do things in order."

I can only imagine how ridiculously slow I was turning around, at least
from Pop's perspective.  Yet I was so panic-stricken as to how Pop would
react to my hardon.

Of course I could not avoid the inevitable.  Upon being fully turned
around, I was looking straight ahead right into Pop's eyes.

Pop's eyes widened, I averted mine, though, strangely, I was not at all
flustered as I expected myself to be.

"Do you like what you see, Pop?", I volunteered, after a few of the longest
moments of utter silence I ever have endured.

Pop's face turned crimson; and I began to wonder if my choice of words had
been unwise.

"Yes, as a matter of fact I do, very much so."

"Well, Pop, I am all yours, inspect away."

I certainly was not big in "that department", no more than about five
inches fully hard actually.  Yet, even so, there was this confidence that I
guess must have been gradually building up within me; and, for whatever
reason or reasons, surfacing now.  I realized that, to Pop's ears, I
probably came off as saucy and disrespectful.

Pop took a step forward, so that we were about only less than a foot apart.
He placed his right palm on my upper right chest and began to gently caress
me, my nipple in between.

Then the doorbell rang; and, before I had a chance to say anything, Pop ran
out of the room and down the stairs to see who was at the door.  Something
in Pop's manner gave me the distinct impression that he was not expecting
anyone.  My curiosity was very much peaked, well, that, among...ehr...other
things.

Within seconds Pop was standing at the front door, squinting through the
peephole and hastily tying his robe haphazardly thrown on.

 what he unmistakably recognized as a badge, all golden and shiny in the
sun, he immediately unlocked and flung open the door.

"Is there a probem, Officer?"

The policeman, an average-height gent with a moderately muscular build and
red hair and blue eyes, strolled in as if without a care in the world.

Playfully patting Pop's tummy, he winked at Pop; and uttered: "Well, that
all depends.  I suggest that we take this into the living room and see just
what we can...uhm...work out."

Through a crack in my almost completely closed bedroom door, I had
witnessed the scene taking place below.  I wondered if we were in trouble,
the police officer looked familiar to me from the neighborhood; and I was
almost certain that he was no phony.  It was a shock to see a policeman all
of a sudden like that.  I prayed that I would not be spending the night in
"the slammer"; and, unexpectedly, at that very moment, Pop's plans for me
this eve seemed more inviting than that alternative.