From: annd@pop.tiac.net (Ann Douglas)
Subject: Arresting Officer (ff)
Date: Thu, 17 Oct 1996 18:20:49 GMT
Organization: The Internet Access Company, Inc.

Hello once again.  As in the past, comments are both appreciated
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 Thanks and enjoy the story.


	   -Arresting Officer- 
                    Part One 
                    by  Ann Douglas 
 
	"All right, round 'em up and  move 'em out!"  
Sergeant Mike Murphy called out to the blue clad phalanx 
under his command. 
	"You got it, Sarge."   Officer Herrity replied. 
	Both men grinned as their fellow officers led a 
parade of women across the open courtyard to where a 
large blue bus waited.  Despite the cool early morning air, 
few of the women wore much in the way of clothing.  Tank 
tops and shorts seemed to be the order of the day.  The 
uniform of their profession you might say. 
  	"God, I love posse duty."  Murphy laughed as he 
pointed out two of the passing women to Herrity.   
	The early morning roundup of prostitutes had come 
on the heels of another of the Mayors  reoccurring speeches 
on the immorality of the profession.  Delivered at  the 
Sunday meeting of the Society for a Moral City, the Mayor 
had concluded his speech with the solemn  promise that no 
matter what you might hear about other politicians. You 
would never hear his good name connected with such a 
unsavory practice.   Then, after spending a few minutes 
spreading good wishes among the more influential members 
of the Society, the Mayor begged their leave explaining that 
he had urgent and pressing business.  Said business being an 
visit to the  apartment of  his personal secretary where less 
than five minutes after his arrival they were hotly engaged in 
the same sort of activity the Mayor had so recently 
condemned.   
	"Looks like the wagon is just about full up."  Herrity 
remarked. "And we still have about a half dozen more to 
haul in." 
	"Well I guess we'll just have to load the last of them 
in  the squad cars like we usually do."  Murphy quipped.  
"Maybe help grease the wheels of justice a little." 
	Both men laughed at the inside joke. 
	"Only a couple left, any preference?"  Herrity asked. 
	"Nah, just pick one."  Murphy answered. "Its not 
like I'm going to spend a whole lot of quality time looking 
deep into her eyes." 
	Herrity motioned for the closest Officer to bring his 
charge over to the Sergeants car. She wasn't exactly a 
beauty, but what did you expect out here in the warehouse 
district.  
	"Wait a minute!"  Murphy exclaimed. "Wait one 
fucking minute!" 
	Herrity whirled around to see the sudden cause of 
his superiors excitement.  His eyes quickly fixed on the next 
to last girl in the line.  He quickly called out to the escort 
officer to bring his charge over.  Then with a hand motion, 
he dismissed his first choice to another car. 
	"Sweet mother,"  Murphy whistled as she came 
closer into view.   
	Standing 5'6" with dark hair pulled up into a topside 
ponytail, the 20 year old had a figure which could make a 
monk reconsider his vows. Her skin was a olive brown, the 
product of a mixed heritage.  Clad in a yellow tank top that 
appeared several sizes too small, her 38D breasts pressed so 
tightly against the material that both her nipples and two 
inch wide aureoles were highly visible. Bright red and full 
lips crowned a flawless smile. One inch wide gold circles 
hung from her ears, a second small diamond stud above 
them. 
	Long smooth legs stretched out from beneath a pair 
of cut off blue jeans, cut so short as to have only a little 
over two inches of material at the sides.  The young woman 
looked as out of place among the usual streetwalkers as one 
of them would look in a convent. 
	"And what would your name be, sweet thing?"  
Murphy asked. 
	"Jody."  She simply answered. "Jody Austin." 
	"Well Jody, looks like you've run into your first 
piece of luck today."  Murphy smirked.  "Since the bus is 
already filled, you get to ride downtown with me.  We can 
chat a little and maybe I can put in a good word for you."  
He added as he ran his eyes up and down her hot body, 
taking in the little that was left to the imagination. 
	Jody returned the stare with her baby blue eyes, 
taking note of the growing bulge in his uniform. 
	"Well, maybe something can be worked out."  Jody 
smiled. 
	The smile was reflected threefold in Murphy's face 
as he pictured the beautiful young woman on her knees, his 
cock buried in her mouth.  Then he'd show her how to really 
grease the wheels of justice.	 
	"Is there a problem here, Sergeant?"  Came an 
authoritative female voice from behind Murphy.  
 
 
 
	"Oh shit!"  Murphy mentally exclaimed as he 
identified the voice even before he finished turning around. 
	"No problem, Lieutenant."  He said as he came to a 
stop.  "We were just a little too successful in implementing 
the Mayor's directive.  The bus is already full so we were 
going to transport some of the stragglers in our cars.  In 
fact, I was going to move this one myself." 
	"I see..."  Lieutenant  O'Rourke said as she stepped 
past the Sergeant and took a long hard look at his prisoner.  
	Cynthia O'Rourke stood 6' tall and presented a most 
formidable figure.  Countless long  hours in the gym had left 
her with a lean muscular form,  the envy of even the male 
officers.  Her short hair was a bright red, providing a 
complimentary contrast to her very light skin.  Her features 
were rather ordinary, no one would ever call her beautiful.  
Yet when she removed the dark sunglasses she wore, her 
bright green eyes brought a sparkle to her face.  The only 
jewelry she wore were the shining Lieutenant's bars and the 
21th Precinct insignias on her collar.  
	Unlike the off the rack uniform worn by most of her 
fellows, Cynthia's were tailor made. The cut of her blouse 
accented her small 34 inch bust. They were the only 
suggestion of the 36 year old's   gender. 
	Turning her attention away from the scantily clad 
prostitute and back to Murphy, Cynthia couldn't help but 
notice the swelling in his trousers. 
	"Such devotion to your  duty is to be commended."   
Cynthia said with just a trace of sarcasm in her voice.  "But, 
I'm afraid the Captain wants to be able to give the Mayor a 
full report on the sweep at their breakfast meeting this 
morning. You're not going to be able to give your new 
friend here your special attention." 
	Murphy's only answer was a small, barely audible 
groan. That and a sudden reduction in the size of his bulge.    
	"Don't worry, I'll make sure cutie-pie here finds her 
way to where she's supposed to be."  The Lieutenant added, 
a look of satisfaction on her face.  
	The opposite look filled Murphy's face as he 
reluctantly opened the door to his cruiser and entered it 
alone.  Just before he gunned the engine and tore out of the 
lot, Cynthia heard him mutter.... 
	"Damned Bitch!"   
 
 
         -Arresting Officer- 
                    Part Two 
                    by  Ann Douglas 
 
	The Sergeant's car was follow by the prisoner bus 
and two other cruisers, leaving only two cars behind. 
	"Nothing else to keep us here."  Cynthia said. 
	Officer Herrity produced a pair of handcuffs and 
proceeded to put them on the prisoner, pinning her arms 
behind her back. Regulations clearly called for them when 
transporting someone by squad car. Then he called out to 
the driver of the other car that he would meet him back at 
the station.   
	"I don't think I'll be needing an escort, Herrity." 
Cynthia said. "I don't think this young lady is going to give 
me any trouble.  Are you honey?" 
	"No."  She meekly answered. 
	"Good."  Cynthia smiled. 
	Herrity hesitated for a moment. It was clearly 
against regulations to let O'Rourke transport the prisoner by 
herself. But then again, she was a Lieutenant.  Unless there 
was another higher ranking officer to overrule her, her 
orders were set in stone.  Besides, she was somewhat of a 
hard ass. He would love to see her taken down a peg or two 
if she got chewed out by the Captain over this.  It would be 
so easy just to casually mention the incident within earshot 
of the right person. With a broad grin, Herrity turned and 
entered the other cruiser.  
	"Jody was it?"  Cynthia said as she eased her into the 
car. 
	The hooker nodded in acknowledgment. 
	"Well Jody,  maybe we'll just take a little ride 
downtown.  But I'm afraid that it won't be the one you were 
expecting from Murphy."    
 
 
	The ride to the Precinct was both quick and quiet. 
Neither Cynthia or Jody said a word to each other.  When 
they pulled into the Station's parking lot, Jody finally broke 
the silence. 
	"You're actually taking me to jail?"  She asked in 
wide eyed astonishment. 
	"Well that's what usually happens when you get 
arrested, Peaches."  Cynthia said with a grin. "Where did 
you think I was taking you?" 
	"I thought....I mean I......"  Jody stammered, then 
became very quiet. 
	Parking the car, Cynthia removed her prisoner and 
led her through the parking lot and into the station house. 
Immediately they were immersed in a sea of dark and light 
blue uniforms.  The Lieutenant acknowledged the greeting 
of the desk sergeant with a wave of her hand. Her first order 
of business was to check in her firearm.  Weapons weren't 
allowed in the booking area. With a firm grip on the 
younger woman's shoulder, Cynthia guided her through a 
maze of corridors. 
	  Stepping down a final hallway, Jody could see a 
small crowd of fellow hookers waiting to be booked.  It 
appeared to be a long line. 
	"Afraid we have a full house this morning, 
Lieutenant."  A sandy haired officer said as he approached 
Cynthia with a clipboard in hand.  "Might be an hour or 
more before we can even begin to process your paperwork." 
	"It seems like it gets longer and longer, Pete"  
Cynthia observed. 
	"Yeh,"  The officer replied with a nod of his head. 
"But it should ease up a little when they open the annex at 
the end of the month.  At least we'll have those new holding 
cells." 
	"On a morning like this we could use them." Cynthia 
said.  "I sure hope the Mayor is enjoying his Sunday 
morning breakfast plans, because mine just got shot to hell." 
	"If you like, Lieutenant, I'll be happy to take her off 
your hands. So you can get out of here and make your 
date."  Pete Willis said with a smile. 
	Cynthia returned the smile because she knew his 
request was genuinely motivated by a desire to help her out.  
Not every cop in the precinct was an asshole.  
	"I appreciate the offer, I think I'd like to take care of 
this one personally." 
	"Good enough."  He replied.  "You know, I bet if I 
really tried, I might be able to sneak you in ahead of some 
of the others. Rank has its privileges you know." 
	"You know I've never played that game."  Cynthia 
concluded. "Its not fair to the street troops who are out 
there busting their tails every day. I can afford to wait a 
while.  I'm just going to see if I can find a place to store  
the 
princess here while I grab a bite to eat." 
	Pete was about to say that every holding cell in the 
station was already filled when the Lieutenant turned and 
led her charge away.  He wondered what the hooker had 
done to piss off the Lieutenant so much that she made the 
bust herself.  
	 Officer Willis knew that many officers thought of 
Lieutenant O'Rourke as a cold hearted bitch.  But he had 
seen her cradle an injured child or cry at a murdered cops 
funeral.  He had also heard how she stood down two uzi 
armed druggies when they broke into a west side health 
clinic looking for drugs.  The incident had ended with both 
druggies dead and a dozen clinic patients eternally grateful. 
 
 
	Another journey down a series of endless halls 
caused Jody to become disoriented.  The one thing she did 
notice was that with every new turn there were less and less 
people.  Finally they came to a locked door at the end of a 
corridor. There was a sign that read - 21th Precinct Annex.  
Taped over it was a hand written sign that read - 
Construction Zone - No Admittance.       
	Jody watched as Cynthia pulled a key ring from her 
belt and unlocked the door.  Where was she taking her?  
She opened her mouth to say something but was cut off 
with an angry stare before she could say a word. 
	Another quick trip down a dimly lit corridor and 
then down  a long flight of stairs, carefully avoiding piles of 
construction debris, brought the two women to the just 
finished holding cells. With a practiced swiftness, Cynthia 
attached a locking clamp through Jody's cuffs and clipped it 
to the iron bars.   It was finally too much for Jody to keep 
silent. 
	"You can't seriously be thinking of leaving me 
here?"  Jody exclaimed as she pulled against the hard metal 
of her handcuffs. 
	"It's a thought."  Cynthia mused as she took a step 
back and took a long hard look at Jody.  "But perhaps we 
can find a way to, what was the phrase Murphy used, oh 
yes, grease the wheels of justice." 
	Jody only replied with a hard stare. 
	"Oh come on, "  Cynthia said as she retraced her 
step and reached out and stroked her hand alongside Jody's 
cheek.  
	Jody tried to pull away but Cynthia had her pinned 
against the bars of a cell. 
	"You can't tell me this is all new to you.  How many 
cocks in blue have filled that pretty mouth of yours."  
Cynthia added as she ran her long manicured finger across 
Jody's full sensual lips.  "Or how many times you've spread 
those lovely legs for the boys in blue." 
	"I don't do women."  Jody said defiantly. 
	"Then you're definitely  missing something."  
Cynthia went on as she glided her finger down across Jody's 
neck and into the deep valley between  the large olive 
skinned breasts. 
	"You're a fucking dyke!"  Jody spat out. 
	"Don't knock it till you've tried it." Cynthia laughed.   
	By now her hand's journey had brought it to the high 
slit in Jody's shorts and her fingers played across both the 
exposed skin and soft flesh of the girl's ass beneath the thin 
material. 
	"Of course, I could've left you to the sweet 
attentions of Sergeant Murphy."  Cynthia said as she patted 
Jody's ass. "From what I hear, he's hung like a horse." 
  	Her digital odyssey now moved up the small of 
Jody's back. 
	"Then again, I've also heard that he likes his action 
through the rear door."  Cynthia smirked. "I would guess 
that it would be a real tight fit back there." 
	The in a abrupt motion, Cynthia grabbed Jody's 
ponytail and jerked her head backwards. Pressing her mouth 
hard against the captive woman, the Police Lieutenant 
savored the softness of Jody's lips.  The younger woman 
opened her mouth to protest, only to have it filled by a 
probing tongue.  Then as suddenly as it began, the kiss 
ended. 
	"Still not interested?"  Cynthia asked. 
	Jody answered by again pulling against her bonds, 
and letting out a grunt of frustration when they proved as 
unyielding as before.  
	"Well I guess I'll have to just work a little harder to 
change your mind."  The woman in blue responded.   


	   -Arresting Officer- 
                    Part Three 
                    by  Ann Douglas 
 
	Cynthia turned away from Jody for a moment then 
once more ran her hand across the backside of the tight red 
shorts.  She stopped at the solitary pocket and slipped her 
fingers inside. 
	"What's this?"  She asked. 
	Jody looked over her shoulders to see what Cynthia 
was talking about.  She was shocked when the tall redhead 
pulled a knife from out of  the hooker's shorts. 
	"What have we got here?"  Cynthia asked as she 
held up a six inch switchblade.  "A concealed weapon, and 
an illegal one at that." 
	"You planted that!"  Jody said.   
	"Did I?" Cynthia asked in mock innocence.  "Who's 
going to believe something like that?  I mean take the word 
of some street whore against that of a decorated member of 
the Metropolitan Police." 
	"I was searched before, when they rounded us all 
up."  Jody countered. "I remember the cop's name, 
Santiago.  He searched me head to toe. He can tell them I 
didn't have a knife." 
	"And I'll bet he enjoyed searching you too."  Cynthia 
said as she played with the closed knife.  "But the fact 
remains that Officer Santiago is still a rookie.  That 
combined with the fact that there are limitations on how 
thoroughly a male officer may search a female subject, as 
well as his possible distraction by your obvious charms, 
could have caused him to miss this weapon." 
	The change in Jody's expression showed that she 
knew she wouldn't be believed. 
	"And who's to say that once they run this weapon 
though the lab, what else they might find."  Cynthia went 
on.  "It wouldn't surprise me the least to find that it was 
used in an assault case, or perhaps even a homicide.  
Something a lot more serious than turning tricks." 
	"I've met some really scuzzy cops before."  Jody 
snapped back. "But you are one sick crazy fucking bitch!" 
	The black haired girl felt the sting of the sudden 
blow against the side of her face before her eyes even 
registered the movement of her captor's free hand. There 
had been a lot of force in the swing, and she didn't need a 
mirror to know her cheek was now a bright crimson. 
	"Wrong answer, whore!"  Cynthia yelled, raising her 
voice for the first time. 
	An expression of fear replaced the bravado In Jody's 
blue eyes.  Had she pushed too far? 
 
	Cynthia's burst of anger seemed to pass as quickly as 
it erupted.  Her attention was now back on the knife. With a 
loud snap, she popped the blade open. 
	Jody's eyes opened wide as she watched the rays of 
the overhead work lights sparkle across the length of the 
blade.  Cynthia seemed fascinated by the miniature light 
show. 
	"I was just thinking,"  Cynthia said as she stepped up 
to Jody and grabbed the bottom of her tank top an stretched 
it outward. "If you were able to hide this knife, who knows 
what else you were able to hide?" 
	With that she brought up the cutting edge and sliced 
through the thin material of the blouse.   Jody took a deep 
breath as the razor sharp knife passed up between her huge 
mounds and then arched up toward her neck. To be pulled 
aside at seemingly the last moment.  The now severed 
sections of her blouse fell to her sides and her previously 
restrained breasts burst free. 
	Cynthia whistled in appreciation as the twin globes 
bounced in the open air.  A full 38D, they had the largest 
aureoles the Police Officer had ever seen, nearly two inches 
across. Capped by wide nipples that rose nearly an eight of 
an inch. 
	Unable to resist, she dropped the knife and brought 
a hand to each globe. Cynthia sighed with delight as she 
closed on the soft flesh, pressing her thumbs across the 
erect nipples.   
	"Mmmm, the firmness of youth."  She purred. 
	Jody couldn't help but respond to the touch. Her 
nipples had always been incredibly sensitive, even this 
simple caress was enough to send a pleasing ripple across 
her chest.  She bit down on her lip to hide her facial reaction 
but knew she wasn't doing a very good job of it. 
	What self control Jody had, faded completely when 
Cynthia replaced her grazing touch with the wet and warm 
sensation of her tongue.  Cynthia had first sucked another 
woman's breast when she was 16, and the years of 
experience showed.  If anything, Jody's nipples grew harder 
as Cynthia stroked them again and again, sending shivers of 
bliss now throughout her captive body.  
	Moving her attentions upward, Cynthia's tongue 
marked a path across Jody's inviting neck until it once more 
reached her mouth. Pulling the girl's naked breasts tight 
against her, Cynthia kissed her a second time.  Moist and 
warm, this time there was little resistance to her effort as 
Jody even opened her mouth to admit her.   
	As they played a game of dueling tongues, Cynthia 
slid her free hand down beneath the waistband of  Jody's 
shorts.  There she was greeting by three exciting surprises.  
First, the fact that she wore no panties - although not 
surprising considering her occupation. Secondly, running 
her fingers across her pubic mound she discovered that it 
was totally bare.  And finally, the most exciting discovery - 
Jody was already dripping wet.  Despite her protests, she 
was really being turned on. 
	Dropping to her knees, Cynthia grabbed both sides 
of the blue shorts and pulled them down with a powerful 
thrust.  Jody signaled her consent by stepping out of them as 
they settled on the floor. 
	"She looks like a teenager." Cynthia thought as she 
got her first took at Jody's shaved pussy. It brought to mind 
the image of Carol Davis, her first lover when they were 
both teens. 
	Parting the smooth olive brown legs, Cynthia pushed 
her head forward and ran her probing tongue up and down 
the length of Jody's slit.  Quickly covered by a thick coating 
of lubricating juices, her tongue effortlessly slid inside.   
	"Oh God yes!"  Jody exclaimed, no longer caring 
about anything except the electric touch of this woman's 
mouth.  
	She thrusted her pelvis forward, trying to drive 
Cynthia deeper within her. More than happy to 
accommodate her desire, the older woman began a series of 
furious motions with her darting  tongue.  The dark haired 
woman moaned loudly as Cynthia gripped her ass cheeks 
and pressed her face hard against her wetness, sucking 
hungrily.  
	It wasn't long before Jody was on the verge of 
orgasm.  Her body quaked and sweat ran down her breasts 
as her vaginal muscles contracted around the instrument of 
her pleasure.  Then like a wave breaking against the shoals, 
she orgasmed with an intensity she had never before known. 
	Her pelvis pushed forward, her shoulders arched 
backward and she slammed against the hard bars behind her.  
Cynthia's fingers pressed hard into the soft flesh of her 
buttocks as the red haired fury lapped up her juices like a 
kitten does milk. 
	Drained, Jody slumped back against the bars.  
Cynthia rose and stepped back, enjoying the view of her 
prize.  Smiling, she ran her tongue across her lips, relishing 
the sweet souvenir of their encounter. 
	 
	After a few moments, the Lieutenant noticed that 
the hooker had opened her eyes and was again staring at 
her.  Neither fear or hostility showed in her eyes, just an 
increasing hunger. 
	Satisfied that she now had her complete attention, 
Cynthia walked over to her and unclipped her belt.  As it fell 
to the floor, the tall woman began to slowly undo the 
buttons of her blouse.  That too soon fell to the floor, 
exposing a dark blue bra that because of its matching color 
had been invisible beneath her tunic.  A minute later, her 
slacks were piled atop it, exposing  matching blue panties. 
	Soon they too joined the growing pile.  Cynthia's 
breasts were much smaller than Jody's, her skin a pale white.  
Many times she had tried to get a tan, but she had a 
tendency to freckle - a condition that she truly hated. 
Between her legs sat a wild bush of bright red hair, 
stretching over her entire bikini area.   
	Wordlessly, she stepped over to Jody and straddled 
the sitting girl.  Jody immediately took the hint and pressed 
her face between her legs. Cynthia let her take a few 
minutes to get comfortable to the idea and then began to do 
a bump and grind.   
	It wasn't long before the red hair was sticky with 
juices as Jody practiced what Cynthia had taught her.  She 
couldn't match the experience twenty years of lovers had 
given her partner, but she was willing to give it all the 
delight her youthful zeal could bring. 
	Running her fingers through Jody's dark hair, 
Cynthia soon lost herself in the rising crest of her own 
passion.  The girl had learned well, she had to admit. Not 
many lovers were a natural at this, but Jody had definite 
potential. 
	"Oh baby, do it to me!"  She yelled as she grabbed a 
handful of hair and mashed her moist pussy into Jody's 
mouth.  
	The excitement of the last hour erupted like a 
bursting dam.  Cynthia felt every muscle in her body tense 
up and then turn to jello.  As her legs gave way beneath her, 
she reached out for the cell bars for support.   
	Finally even that wasn't enough as Cynthia slid to 
the floor next to Jody.  Long minutes passed as the two 
sweaty women sat up against each other, catching their 
breath.  Finally, Jody broke the stillness. 
 

	   -Arresting Officer-
                    Part Four
                    by  Ann Douglas

	"Can I get out of these now?"  She said, lifting the
handcuffs into view.
	Cynthia reached over and pulled the keys off her
belt. A few seconds later, Jody was rubbing her sore wrists.
	"Happy now?"  Cynthia asked.
	"Not really, but I think this will make me feel
better."  Came the answer.
	With that, she grabbed Cynthia and kissed her as
hard as she could. This time is was her tongue that was the
aggressor as it explored the  interior of Cynthia's mouth.
	They lay there in each others arms, softly caressing
the others naked form. Exchanging long, moist, kisses, their
tongues slipping back and forth.	


	"This was fun."  Jody said softly.  "A pity it has to
come to an end."
	"I know,"  Cynthia replied, still stroking Jody's
breast.  "They should be just about finished with that crowd
up in booking. I should be able to get your paperwork right
through now."
	"Fuck you!"  Jody hissed.
	"Hey, I was only kidding."  Cynthia chuckled. "And
besides, I think you just did."
	
	Standing up, Jody examined the torn remains of her
blouse.  It would be impossible to wear out of the building.
	"What am I going to do about this?"  She asked.  "I
can't very well parade upstairs with these hanging out."
	"They are very noticeable."  Cynthia noted, the
humor still in her voice. "Don't worry, there's some clothes
in the locker room in the back. You can wash up and
change."
	With that, Jody picked up her rags and heading in
the direction she had indicated.


	Cynthia washed up in the utility closet. She knew
that if she followed Jody back into the locker room's shower
they would never get out of here. Quickly dressing, she
checked her watch, still time for a late morning breakfast.
	"Hey, lets get a move on!"  She yelled to the back.
	
	Jody reappeared five minutes later, having gone an
amazing transformation.  She was a totally different woman.
	Her topknot ponytail was gone and her black hair
had been tied up into a tight bun.  Gone also were the bright
makeup and gold jewelry.  Her face had been freshly
scrubbed and she now wore only a hint of makeup.
	What was most astonishing was the outfit she now
wore.  It was the blue uniform of the Metropolitan Police
Force.  On her collars were the pips of the 14th Precinct.
She wore the shield of a Patrolman, across from the name
tag which read Austin.
	
	"How do I look?"  She said, striking a pose.
	"Like a recruiting poster."  Cynthia replied. "Now
lets get out of here."
	
	The two woman turned to leave when Jody asked.
"What would you have done if they had actually booked
me?"
	"I would've said you were one of my snitches and
got you out of there." Was the reply.  "With the Captain off
smoozing with the Mayor, I'm the senior officer here. No
one would think  to question my cutting you loose."
	
	"I have to admit, Cyn, you really outdid yourself this
time."  Jody smiled as they walked down the corridor to the
stairwell. "You can be a real crazy bitch when you want to
be."
	"And you love it."  Cynthia grinned, blowing her
lover a kiss.
	"True, very true."
	"Enough chit-chat, we really have to get going."
The Lieutenant said as they reached the stairs. "D'Marco's
isn't going to hold those brunch reservations forever."
	"One last thing though,"  Jody said as she followed
up the stairs. "If we ever try this again, next time... I get
to
be the arresting officer!"

	At that, both women burst into laughter.

END
--
Ann Douglas

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