The Big Cop Shows Up Again

After what seemed like hours, I am not sure how long, I feel asleep for a while, and the big cop came into the room with another smaller guy. I could see that this was going to be the classic good cop, bad cop routine and I didn’t have to guess who the bad cop was going to be. Trouble was that as events were to play out I could not have been more wrong.

The big cop opened in his usual style, “So you fucking pervert you want to confess and save us all a lot of trouble?”

“No, I think that I would rather talk to my lawyer before I say anything.” I had watched enough cop shows to know that the cops always assumed everyone was guilty. I had nothing to gain by talking to these goons, if I kept my wits about me I might make it through this ordeal.

He glared at me for a moment and said, “You might want to rethink that line of thought. Work with me and I might be able to get the DA to make a deal, you might get away with 10 years in jail is all. Fuck with us and the DA will make sure you get more like 25 years with no possibility of parole.

The little guy broke in at that point and said, “Yeah, but a guy like him might like it in prison. Since he likes do it in the ass and all.” The guy looked at me with a look that was pure evil, and I could tell he would like to see me dead.”

Then the big cop started talking again, “You see Vince here hates butt fuckers like you. His kid sister got it from one of you fucking perverts a few years back and now he likes to make sure we do the right thing when we catch one of you fucking perverts.”

I glanced over and I saw that Vince has put on a pair of brass knuckles, he was looking at me like a piece of meat he was getting ready to tenderize. “Please just get me my lawyer and then I will talk with you.”

He stood up with a disgusted look in his face and said, “What do you think Vince, you think maybe this guy is resisting arrest? You think maybe you had to jump in and pop him a couple of times to save me from the fucking pervert." He leaned in close to me, his red sweating face only inches from mine. He was daring me to hit him or touch him; to give him any reason to let Vince just cut loose on me.

I held out and said again as calmly as possible, “I want to call my lawyer.”