Cops Don’t Do This, Do They?
It’s 2 in the morning and just stopped in at a bar for a quick drink. I’ve been working for 8 hours; my shift is over. Being a plain clothes detective gives me the luxury of walking thru the masses without being noticed unless I need to be. This isn’t my usual haunt; just passing through this small town on my way to headquarters. I don’t have to be back at the office till Monday; it’s Friday night, no actually Saturday morning. The bar is pretty smoky and not too busy. I sit at the bar and order a scotch. As I drink my scotch, I check out the patrons of the place. Nice looking guys and girls, then I see you! You’re wearing thigh high black boots, a nice short black mini-skirt, and a …