Good Wife University (GWU) 
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Chapter Thirty-one -- Cops


Before leaving the station, Troopers Alex and Curtis went over
the case file, scanning the documents that had started the
investigation once more.  "This is pretty unbelievable," Curtis
commented.

"Especially from a rapist," Alex agreed.  "Did you hear that the
Commonwealth's Attorney in Arlington's also going to be
presenting to the grand jury?"

"DNA evidence is really making a difference.  Well, let's get
this over with."

The State Police were called in by the Attorney General's office
for several reasons.  First, the site was in a remote area and
the local sheriff lacked the manpower to conduct an efficient
investigation.  Besides, her department had no local charges or
even an interest in the case.  Second, many jurisdictions were
becoming involved.  And last, the allegations by the accused
rapist lacked credibility, so they wanted to avoid an unwarranted
invasion of privacy and unnecessary publicity.

Rookie Troopers were invariably assigned duty in Northern
Virginia, the suburbs of Washington, DC.  The area was high cost
and poor quality of life for a State Trooper.  Enforcing speed
laws was nearly impossible.  I-66 and I-95 were being called
'America's Autobahns' because of the excessive speeds by so many
cars.  Entering the roadway to enforce traffic laws put the
Trooper's lives at risk.

As soon as they got enough seniority, most Troopers bid for jobs
somewhere else in the state.  Alex had just escaped from the
'mixing bowl' of Northern Virginia.  A more suburban assignment
like Skyline Drive and the I-81 corridor, or even the Culpeper
Barracks would have been preferable to the extremely rural
assignment in southwest.  At least housing was inexpensive.

Curt had specifically asked for the rural assignment.  His first
marriage ended in a messy divorce while he was still in the
'mixing bowl' with its crazy schedules and hazards.  His second
marriage was 'OK', in his words.  His wife agreed.  They both
wanted to escape the drugs and crime of the urban areas.  The
less expensive land also helped as Curt approached retirement
eligibility.  He was content with his current rank of sergeant. 
Another promotion would have put him behind a desk and he wanted
to avoid that at all costs.  On the road, he was always meeting
new and interesting people and finding novel situations.  For
him, it made life something more than tolerable.  It was fun.

He and Alex each drove their own cars to the compound.  It was
late morning by the time he pulled up to the speaker box and
punched the button on the intercom.  Before he could even
announce himself, a voice crackled, "Come on in," and the gates
started rolling open so they could continue up the driveway that
was in much better condition than the gravel road.

-*-

"What do we do now?" Lucy asked nervously.

"Nothing," Clarice answered with a sigh.  "Oh, remind everyone
not to flaunt oral/genital contact.  It's technically sodomy and
we shouldn't do anything illegal in front of sworn officers, but
Red says that since this is a residence, the exclusion of 'behind
closed doors' applies."

-*-

Curt and Alex parked their patrol cars in the circle in front of
the main entrance and got out, positioning their signature
'Smokey the Bear' hats by habit as they walked to the double
doors where Clarice met them.  "Good morning, officers."

"Good morning, ma'am.  I'm Sergeant Curtis Duffy and this is
Trooper Alexis O'Brian.  Do you know why we're here?"

"I have my suspicions," Clarice smiled disarmingly.  "Should I
tell you about them or are you going to tell me?"

"We're just conducting a preliminary inquiry because of some as
yet unsubstantiated allegations of, how shall I put this?  Of
sexual perversion," he said.  "And although you are not under
arrest or even a suspect at this time, I need to remind you that
you have the same rights as an accused person to consult with an
attorney and to not answer any questions that might be
incriminating."

"I already talked to a lawyer," Clarice told him.  "I married
one.  His advice was to be open and honest and not to try to hide
anything.  He said you'd know if we did try to hide something and
that you'd just dig further."

Curt smiled at that.  He would have given the same advice.  "Is
it all right if Trooper O'Brian has a look around while we talk?"

"Go right ahead," Clarice told them.  "And can I offer you some
coffee or something?  It's a long way out here and there isn't
any place to buy any."

"That's very nice of you," he acknowledged.  It would be nice to
have a good cup of coffee rather than lukewarm ink from his
thermos.  "I'd love a cup of joe.  Alex?"

"Please," she answered.

"I hope you won't be too shocked by what you see," Clarice told
them as she ushered them inside.  "I'm sure that there's some
truth to whatever allegations were made against us, but I assure
you that what we do is legal and consensual."

"We'll see.  Where can we talk?"

"How about the dining hall?  It's reasonably quiet right now and
that's where the coffee is."

"I'd like to have a look around first," Alex told Clarice then.

"Do you want me to get somebody to show you around, or do you
just want to wander?"

"I'll just look around, if you don't mind."

"Go right ahead.  Sergeant Duffy and I will be in the dining
room.  The coffee pot's always on so whenever you're ready..."

"Thanks.  I'll drop in soon."  She turned up the hallway into the
dormitory area and checked each room as she went.  Other than the
double size beds where twin beds would be more typical, they
could have been dorm' rooms in any school.  The bathrooms were
clean but provided little privacy, she noted, lacking separate
shower stalls or dividers between the row of toilets.

'This just looks like a school,' she thought to herself, noting
the fire escape plans posted at each corner and in each room. 
The place would easily pass a fire code inspection, although she
also knew that the rural county had not adopted a fire code.  It
was eerily quiet, though.  The absence of noisy kids gave the
place a spooky feel that made Alex uneasy.

She started down a set of stairs to the basement and heard
giggles in the distance, so she walked in the direction from
which she heard the sounds.  Before she turned the corner to the
corridor down the middle of the basement, she could hear
footsteps on the marble floor--two sets, hard high heels, one
taking short staccato steps, the other clicking along at a normal
walking pace.  She turned the corner and...

"Stop right there!" Alex ordered, instinctively taking up a
defensive stance, her left side toward the pair approaching her,
her gun hand back to protect her weapon and to draw it if needed. 
"Drop the stick!"

"Oh, dear," Laura gasped, embarrassed.  She immediately dropped
the thin dowel to the floor and clasped her hands over her mouth,
blushing as she stared at the uniformed State Trooper.  Poor
Maria could only blush, feeling completely humiliated.  But her
wrists were still bolted at her sides and the soft sponge gag was
still in place.  The thick dowel that had been a spreader bar had
been replaced by two swivel snaps to hobble her so she only move
six inches between her cuffed ankles.

"Release her.  Do it NOW!" Alex ordered, checking the corridors
quickly to be sure there were no surprises.  Adrenaline was
pumping through her system, speeding her heart rate, and drying
her throat.  But she remained in control, thanks to her training.

"Oh, dear," Laura repeated.  "I... Most of... I'll need tools
to...  We tightened..."

Alex relaxed her guard a bit, realizing there was no threat from
either of the women.  She was still cautious as she approached
them.  "Ungag her, at least," Alex said, her heart still pumping. 
It takes some time to burn up adrenaline, for a body to return to
normal.  "I need to talk to her.  Are you OK?"

Maria nodded affirmatively.

The links of chain around her head hadn't been tightened with
tools, so Laura was able to dismantle the chain head harness.  As
soon as the sponge was out of her mouth, Maria told Officer Alex,
"Ith wath my... Iaaah..."  She licked the inside of her mouth and
swished saliva around, trying to find her voice.  "It was my
decision to stay in chains," Maria said clearly this time. 
"Laura had nothing...Well, she helped but, well.  Geez, they said
the police might visit because Kim got raped, but they could have
warned us."

"You can go," Alex told Laura.  "But don't go too far and don't
talk to anybody."  Turning back to Maria, now conscious of the
girl's nudity and the nature of her bondage, Alex asked, "Don't
you want to get out of this... this..."

"No."

"It's your choice.  Can you...Oh, never mind.  Is there some
place we can talk?  I have a few questions to ask you."

"We can go to the dining room or back to my room," Maria
suggested.

"Your room will be fine."

"This way, then."

"Let me undo those things between your ankles or we'll never get
there," Alex grumbled, angry at herself.  She had known she was
gay since high school.  Alex had never been attracted to boys or
men.  They did nothing for her sexually, but women!  She stifled
her sexuality until college, where she met some like-minded women
and experienced lesbian sex for the first time.

Since she was six, Alex had always wanted to be a cop.  Right out
of college, she found a job as a jailer, sheriff's deputy.  She
hated it, but it was a stepping stone to the county police road
patrol and then to the State Police.  This was the job she
wanted, a job that she loved.  But homosexual activity was still
technically illegal, so once again she became asexual except for
frequent masturbation.  There just weren't any opportunities for
anonymous liaisons out here in the country.

But this girl!  "What's your name?"

"Maria.  Maria Rodriguez."

"How old are you, Maria?"

"Nineteen."

'So young,' thought Alex, trying not to look at the tight
buttocks with the... copper pipe and chain... in...  "Maria, are
you being forced to do this?"

"What?  Wear clothespins on my nipples or get chained up?  Well,
sort of but not really, because I agreed to it before I came
here.  It's, well, it's exciting and I'm learning to turn on my
husband and to satisfy him sexually and to communicate with him
not just about sex but about everything and most marriages don't
last but I'm going to make mine work and last forever until death
do I part because I'll really be in love and we're both going
to..."

"Woa!" Alex called out as they got to the dorm' room.  Because of
the trailer hitch ball in her pussy and the copper pipe up her
butt hole, Maria carefully knelt on the sofa, nodding to Alex to
be seated across from her.  "One question at a time.  Now, are
you here voluntarily?"

"Yes."

"You weren't coerced or forced in any way?"

"Shouldn't you read me my rights?"

"You're not being accused of anything," Alex told her patiently.

"Now, were you forced or coerced in any way?"

"No, not to come."

"And everything you do is voluntary?"

"Pretty much."

"What do you mean, 'pretty much'?  Are your activities here
voluntary or not?"

"Well," Maria hedged, hoping she wasn't going to get anyone into
any trouble.  "We do have to do some things that we wouldn't do
if they didn't make us do them, but we..."

"So you are forced to do things that you don't want to do?"

"No!" Maria almost yelled, then recanted.  "Well, yes.  But
you've got to let me explain.  See, it's like I'd never have
kissed a woman with my tongue if they didn't make me, but they
said that we all had to practice French kissing, and since there
were only women here, that we had to practice on each other and
if we didn't we'd be spanked until we did but, see, we all agreed
to accept corporal punishment like spankings before we..."

"Woa!" Alex had to say again, holding up her hand, thanking
providence that it was that time of month so she already had a
thick sanitary pad in place to soak up the moisture that her body
was producing.  Spanking, erotic spanking, was something she had
only experienced once, in college.  And Alex had the most
fantastic orgasms of her entire life that night.  And this girl
was talking about tongue kissing women.  Alex could almost feel
her arms around the girl and her tongue...  She had to control
herself.  "Slow down.  Why don't you just tell me, in your own
words, how you got here and what goes on.  Don't get excited. 
Stay calm and tell me, OK?"

"OK," Maria agreed, taking a deep breath and starting with her
repressed sexuality and her fear of men and sex and relationships
in general.  She told Alex how her cousin had told her about GWU
and recommended that she go if she really wanted to make a
marriage work.  She gave details like the mandatory physical and
the notarized contract in which all students agreed to restraints
and corporal punishment.  Then she related, in great detail, the
events since she arrived.  Alexis thanked God that she was
wearing her ballistic armor, afraid that her erect nipples would
have shown through a bra, T-shirt, and uniform shirt because they
were so hard.  Her sanitary pad was now soaked, and not with
blood.

"Thank you, Maria," Alex told the girl, inwardly flustered but
still able to maintain outward control.  "Can you tell me where
everyone else might be?"

"It's nearly dinner time, so they'll all be in the dining room
pretty soon," Maria told her.  "I'll show you where it is."

Clarice and Sergeant Duffy were gone when they made it to the
dining hall but Alex got an eye full of scantily clad sophomores
who were readying everything.  She took one of them aside for a
gentle questioning.  Yes, she was there voluntarily.  Yes, she
was forced to do things but she had already consented to the
level of force used, namely stinging, humiliating spankings and
physical restraints.  Yes, she would do it again.  And so on. 
The only time the woman answered 'no' was when Alex asked, "Could
you please put something on?  Something a little less revealing?"

Curt and Clarice returned as Alex finished that interview.  The
dining room was filled with naked or erotically dressed women. 
Curt was the only man.  "Why are there no men if this is all
about being a good wife?" Alex asked Clarice.  In reply, Clarice
recited the history of GWU, relating some of her own experiences.

After a spectacular meal of turkey and all the fixings, a
mandatory meal that was repeated every three weeks so that every
GWU graduate had experience preparing a holiday dinner, Alex
chose the older black woman in shackles to interview next.  They
went to Bea's room to talk and Bea tearfully confessed that she
had experienced the first orgasm of her entire life the previous
afternoon.  "I feel a little queer that I had my first orgasm
with a woman, but I know now that I can have an orgasm, and I'm
sure I can have one with a man now, with my husband.  Actually,
with any man who will take the time to really love me."

"You see, I've been married three times and I've lived with men
and I have five kids but, well.  My life was kind of screwed up. 
I went to church and I went to work but I didn't have any real
friends but now I... I love all of them, everybody.  Oh, officer,
I... For me, this place is the most wonderful thing that's ever
happened to me even with all the terrible things that they've
done because, well.  It's so hard to explain."

She tried.  And Alexis understood.  And felt more aroused than
ever.  And then she was embarrassed when Clarice told her where
to find paper products.  Alex wondered if she smelled of sex or
of her menstrual flow or... But she did need a fresh pad and she
was thankful for Clarice's consideration.

It was mid-afternoon before the State Trooper's finished their
interviews at the school.  Under Clarice's watchful eye, they
also chose a dozen names from the school's files of graduates
that they would interview later to complete their investigation.

Curt and Alex met back at the tiny building that served as their
local headquarters.  It housed nothing but a remote radio
transmitter controlled by the region's central dispatch center, a
small meeting room, and an open office area with four desks.  The
radio tower dwarfed the building, which wasn't routinely manned.

"Well, I can truthfully say that this is the most bizarre case
I've worked in my twenty-six years," Curt said in a carefully
controlled voice.  "But I can't find anything outright illegal in
anything they're doing."

"Not that can be prosecuted, anyway," Alex agreed.  "The women's
home is their castle and all that."

"I don't really expect to find anything in the rest of the
interviews, either."

"But we've got to do them, just to be thorough and to show that
we're not just burying our heads in the sand."

"I don't know about you, but...  Oh, never mind."

"I know what you mean," Alex grinned.  "You can't be around that
many naked women and not be affected."

"So you like looking at naked women, huh?" Curt teased.  They
never openly discussed sexuality but both troopers teased each
other about homosexuality that bordered on homophobia.  Curt may
have suspected that Alex was gay, but he never said anything and
Alex never gave him a reason to.

"It was just the whole scene," Alex tried to explain.  "The idea
of a school devoted to sex."

"Ah, but you didn't talk to the director," Curt told her. 
"According to her, they surveyed marital problems and
concentrated on problems, and number one and two are
communications and sex, and number three is communicating about
sex.  I guess we all have some trouble with that."

"They didn't," Alex blurted out.  "Those... women.  They were
just so, so... so confident... and open.  A couple of them
blushed but they didn't hide a thing.  Well, they all told me
that they weren't going to admit to participating in 'oral
sodomy' or any act that was technically illegal but... Ah, geez,
I might as well write this up now.  You're right.  The rest of
the interviews aren't going to change anything."

"I'm going to do mine by telephone," Curt said, looking at the
addresses and phone numbers.  "I didn't see a local address in
the cabinet."

"I have one local on my list," Alex told him, looking in her note
pad.  "But I may do it by phone, too."

"Might as well," Curt agreed.  "Well, I'm going to call it a day. 
Are you on tomorrow?"

"Yes.  Finish this and do some road work," she answered.  "I'm
under average in my traffic stat's and my annual's coming up the
end of next month."

"We can always do a road block on one of the two-lanes and pick
up a bunch of expired registrations and inspections.  Just let me
know."

"One of these days.  I'd rather get speeders and reckless."

"Especially that are over 80," Curt nodded, knowing how Alex
concentrated her traffic enforcement on reckless speeding.  He
had heard through the grapevine that her parents were killed by a
reckless driver in a head-on collision but he never questioned
her about it.  "Well, I'm out of here."  He picked up his hat and
was out the door.

-*-

"Good job," Curt told his young private as he signed her report.

"I didn't want curiosity seekers or reporters to pick up on
anything and hound them."

"Agreed.  I told Mary about it, the school.  She was actually
interested and kept asking questions."

"Get any last night?" Alex kidded.

"Sure did," her sergeant smiled back.  He thought about shooting
a snappy comeback at her but decided against it.  Alex didn't
look very happy.  "So, what's on your schedule for today?"

"The last of the interviews to close this as unfounded and then
I'm going..."

HEADQUARTERS TO SIXTEEN-TWENTY-TWO--SIXTEEN-TWENTY-TWO
RESPOND TO A MOTOR VEHICLE COLLISION REPORTEDLY WITH 
MULTIPLE INJURES AT THE INTERSECTION OF STATE ROUTE SIX- 
SEVENTY-EIGHT AND U.S. TWO-FIFTY

"Oh, well," Alex sighed, acknowledging the call on her portable
radio and heading toward her cruiser.
