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DISCOVERING THE TRUTH - CONSEQUENCES OF OUR ACTIONS [ part 2 ] Late that Monday night a loud knock came to Edwards ears. As MI Ling was already buzzing around his office starkers, It wasn't his usual late dinner order. Gazing up at the newly installed security cameras monitor, the front door shot showed a local police uniform, mirror glasses, state trooper hat and all. He walked down to let whomever she was in, and was shocked when a man walked in. "To late to run, I guess they finally got me" Flashed into his head until the eyes landed on the "Evans" nametag on his shirt pocket. "Commander Evans?" His voice, a little trembling, inquired. "As I am the only male on my Police force, whom else?'" But you wear no rank badges, shoulder tabs or even a Gold Shield" Edward queried. "Same answer" Evans replied. Are you not going to invite me in?' Edward indicated the policeman enter and followed him up the stairs, through the newsroom and into his office. Not even wondering why the late visit or how he knew where his office was. Evans had noted the presence of what he had first thought was one of the American Flyer reproductions, complete with chromed front handles mounted carrier basket. Then he realized it was a museum quality perfect condition original, probably worth thousands. As it was set up for a little girl to ride, the presence of MI Ling later was no surprise. Offering him the only other seat than his not cluttered with the forgotten research papers on his now abandoned latest research project. "And what do we owe this visit" Edward inquired, wondering were the usually starkers MI Ling was. "I received a report you triggered a nightshift call in your back alley and then had the temerity to complain about the surveillance cameras that triggered the call violating your civil rights" Evans calmly informed him. "You will find the City Fathers, my employers, began installing those years before I was hired. The city runs, installs and operators the monitoring. My only involvement is to provide a police response to any situation the monitors decide requires one" "Actually if you trigger another false alarm, after my Sargent told you to stay out of the alley after dark, the city will bill you for all costs incurred" Just then a fully dressed MI Ling bounced into the room, door banging against a filing cabinet announcing her arrival. She walked over to where Edward sit and gave him a peck on the cheek. "You under arrest for having pre teen me inside a locked building" She cheekily replied. A red faced Edward blushed even redder. But Evans stood up, reached down and picked her up by the shirt collar at the back of her neck. Holding her struggling body, toes barely touching the hardwood floor, straight out from his, he walkedout of the office and towards the nearest newsroom corner. He put her down facing the corner and ordered: "Stand still facing the corner insolent child. You will report tomorrow morning to Mistress Vicki's class for training in proper deportment and obedience. There you will describe this incident in detail and request she train your miscreant self to her highest standards" "If I hear you whine to Edwards or do not show up for the class as ordered. I assure you Mistress Vicki's treatment will seem mild to mine" "If you understand bang you head against the wall once for yes, twice for no. No not being an a option unless you wish to spend the next month in my tender care" MI Ling banged her head once against the wall and stood trembling as Evans walked back into Edwards's office, closing the door firmly behind him. "What was all that about?" Edward inquired. He did not want to show his deep affection for his early teen lover in front of the policeman. "We are going to talk about your inquiring into my families past and the past and current activities of the town I was hired to protect in privacy" Evans replied. "No, I just wanted to write a short piece on our unique police force. Edward told him. The fact it is all female and acts as both local police and county sheriff" "As long as it treats the subject fairly and not like one of your criminal activities exposé's" Evans said. "No problem. I will send you a copy before publication. Can I ask a question?" Edward inquired. "Sure" Evans replied. "Why do you wear a regular outfit, as Police Chief, are doing a nightshift, and wear a regular beat policeman's badge" "That is more than one. Evans smiled back. The regular uniform, complete with body armor when I leave the station is because, as I told you, I am after all, the only guy on the force. Who else would it be? I purchased at my own expense all the dress and finery uniforms required for the job. I am even seen wearing it when Mavis insists I do. And when I attend the Police Commanders conferences I can not get out of" "The nightshift, because one of my officers sprained her ankle last night while subduing a purse snatcher. And as I try to do at least one night shift a month, logged myself in as her replacement" "You should see the faces on night patrol officers when we pull up to one of their coffee break haunts. It is worth the loss of a night sleep believe me" "The badge, well, when I first took the job, I started reading back through the history and log books of my predecessors. All male by the way, and came across the story of a young police officer, five years ago, on her first day of the job answering a domestic call and being killed by an enraged husband who had just shot and killed his wife. She had been buried with full honors in her uniform with her badge" Evans told Edwards, sad faced. "I promptly went to Mavis's office and asked her to poll the rank and file to see if I could be allowed to wear her badge number in her honor. It would be strictly be up to the rank and file" "And?" An intensely listening Edwards asked. "A week later Mavis presented me with a reproduction of her badge. And that night at my swearing in ceremony I thanked my rank and file. Telling them the badge was theirs to give and theirs to take away, if they ever felt I was no longer honoring her memory with my actions" "I must write that story, from her life to her death and your response to it years later" Edward told a doubtful Evans. "Only if you do not use your real name, we have no indication anyone even knows you are here," Evans said as he stood and walked out. He saw MI Ling still trembling in the corner. She had even managed to pee the floor. "No panties on as I thought" Evans smiled as he walked past. A Month later Evans was again on foot patrol. Mavis and Foundling were still absent in Europe and the newly renovated house, complete with the pool outback was empty. Baby still cooked for him in the new all stainless steel kitchen. And had not succeeded in even denting the new Melmac dishware. But it was still a big empty house. Evans truly missed his WarHawk wife. When he saw her standing in that gun smoke clouded hallway, in full body armor. Guns still smoking the two kidnap targets safe at her sides, and the four dead terrorist assailants at her feet. He wanted so badly to strip her down right there and then and fuck her brains out. But that had to wait until after midnight that night, and every night for the next week. And missed his Foundling. Her constant need to suck his cock dry and be flogged with a switch while doing so. He was loosing the paper chase battle, doing both Mavis's and his job. And needed a least a one-day break. So he assigned himself a Saturdays walking downtown beat. Here he was winding his way through the traditional busy downtown Saturday shopping crowds. A polite hello to towns people, answered questions from tourists about the town. Being six foot two, he saw Edward maneuvering along the street towards him. And stopped by the next gaslight emulating lamp post the city fathers had erected throughout the downtown last year. As Edward closed, he saw MI Ling, in her proper station, one pace behind and just beside her owner. For that is what Mistress Vicki had phoned to tell him last week. MI Ling had informed her parents she wished to belong to Edwards and the adults had come to a similar arrangement as Evans and Foundling had. MI Ling would be Edward's property as long as he desired and he would cover all expenses towards her education for a far as her brains could take her. Vicki had no doubt MI Ling was University bound and Edwards loved his new sex slave. As Edward approached the stationary policeman, he stopped. "I want to thank you for that little discussion with MI Ling. She has been transformed into a respectful, proper girl" Edwards beamed. Evans bent down, lifting MI Ling's face by her chin and inquired. "Are you happy with your new life" "Yes Sir" MI Ling replied Her beaming face and glowing eyes told him his actions a month ago had born the desired fruit. "Good Girl" He told her walking off.
P.S. "Starkers" For you American lot means "Stark Naked" |