Jack McCoy may be getting older, but he's no silly-billy-grandpa, not yet anyway!
Foxy Senior
By LTP-girl
Riker's Correction Facility
A dozen female prisoners leered and wolf-whistled as the well-dressed and distinguished District Attorney continued to make his way briskly down the corridor of the women's prison.
"Oh, yeah, I'd tie that Jack McCoy to my radiator any day," he heard one beefy woman's gruff voice say to her cellmate.
Jack raised his eyebrows, his stern expression transforming into a self-satisfied and slightly amused grin. He continued to waltz down the long corridor, an extra spring in his step.
He slid his hand through his greying hair, and began to strut with newly found confidence. Oh yeah, Jack McCoy, you've still got it, he mused to himself with contentment. Now it's time to test my suave with the female prison guards!
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