The best thing about being a Smurf- I mean a Security guard- is guarding a woman or even better than that working for a lady cop. Notice I said "lady" cop since as we all know there are women out there you would put your life down on the line for and women you would run screaming like little nerdy white guys from.
I'll admit it.
Women in Uniform make me feel very good. Perverted or not the feeling is actually a curious mix of protective pride and admiration.
There is this "lady" cop.
And I am going to call her Francine (Tess was already taken and no neither of those is her actual name- its that feeling about her that makes me not call her by name here)
Francine, is all cop but still all woman at the same time. What I mean by that is you would be working with her- she being a Sergeant usually meant she was in charge and by in charge I mean that when she blew that whistle and yelled everyone including the motorist jumped to obey.
All woman meant that you paid attention to her, because she was charming and funny even when the situation warranted caution and seriousness. Seriously, I always wanted to be around her even when she had to be mean. We (and by that I mean all the guards, most of the School division cops and at least a few of the University cops) would have followed her into hell with nary a smile or a look back. Hell, we did follow her lead into some pretty crazy situations including a drunken brawl in the football stadium, a riot in a mosh pit at a Limp Bizcuit concert and into a mob of drunken frat boys- no wait maybe that was the football thing all over again.
She even came to my rescue once.
What was ironic about that was that I had spotted a guy in prison colors (jumpsuit) crossing the sward at a football game and radioed it in. I said one police 10 code and he had heard another. the other 10 code translated as officer down (they were like 10-50 and 10-05). So I was trailing the guy through the crowd when I got a "what's your location call" and as I gave it, this flood of cops came over the hill to my right, Francine leading the charge.
I was impressed.
Francine was upset.
Her men were pissed.
I was in love.
The poor idiot in the jumpsuit was pretty surprised when four cops surrounded him with guns drawn.
Turned out he had not in fact escaped from the county lockup- the irony there was the prison jumpsuit was the exact same colors as the University's football team and he had thought it would be a good idea to wear it to the game.
Francine, never once yelled at me about it. When she understood what had happened she took a deep breath radioed the station got the right 10 code on record and told the dispacther to try to listen more carefully to the Guards- that they were as equally important to the force as any cop.
She checked on me to make sure I was ok, and then she led the force back to their positions for the game.
She was a "lady" and a cop.
She probably still is a lady and a cop.
She was and still is my favorite lady cop.
I'll admit it.
Women in Uniform make me feel very good. Perverted or not the feeling is actually a curious mix of protective pride and admiration.
There is this "lady" cop.
And I am going to call her Francine (Tess was already taken and no neither of those is her actual name- its that feeling about her that makes me not call her by name here)
Francine, is all cop but still all woman at the same time. What I mean by that is you would be working with her- she being a Sergeant usually meant she was in charge and by in charge I mean that when she blew that whistle and yelled everyone including the motorist jumped to obey.
All woman meant that you paid attention to her, because she was charming and funny even when the situation warranted caution and seriousness. Seriously, I always wanted to be around her even when she had to be mean. We (and by that I mean all the guards, most of the School division cops and at least a few of the University cops) would have followed her into hell with nary a smile or a look back. Hell, we did follow her lead into some pretty crazy situations including a drunken brawl in the football stadium, a riot in a mosh pit at a Limp Bizcuit concert and into a mob of drunken frat boys- no wait maybe that was the football thing all over again.
She even came to my rescue once.
What was ironic about that was that I had spotted a guy in prison colors (jumpsuit) crossing the sward at a football game and radioed it in. I said one police 10 code and he had heard another. the other 10 code translated as officer down (they were like 10-50 and 10-05). So I was trailing the guy through the crowd when I got a "what's your location call" and as I gave it, this flood of cops came over the hill to my right, Francine leading the charge.
I was impressed.
Francine was upset.
Her men were pissed.
I was in love.
The poor idiot in the jumpsuit was pretty surprised when four cops surrounded him with guns drawn.
Turned out he had not in fact escaped from the county lockup- the irony there was the prison jumpsuit was the exact same colors as the University's football team and he had thought it would be a good idea to wear it to the game.
Francine, never once yelled at me about it. When she understood what had happened she took a deep breath radioed the station got the right 10 code on record and told the dispacther to try to listen more carefully to the Guards- that they were as equally important to the force as any cop.
She checked on me to make sure I was ok, and then she led the force back to their positions for the game.
She was a "lady" and a cop.
She probably still is a lady and a cop.
She was and still is my favorite lady cop.
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