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I got to work with 15 minuets to spare. The traffic was a bitch. To bad the law didn't allow me jus' to shoot who ever got into my way. It's not like I haven't thought of it before. I quickly made my way into the locker room where Sully, Davis, and Faith were already gettin' dressed.
"Nice of you to join us." Sully said to me.
"Bite me Sully!" I told him. I really wasn't in the mood for his 'Late night at the Apollo' act.
"OOOO Bosco I love it when you talk dirty to me." Sully said, with a laugh.
I just looked at him. "Sullivan you are one sick bastard, you know that." I finished getting dressed. Everyone had left the locker room already, so I stopped in front of the mirror to check my self out. I squeezed by buns together. "Boscorelli, you really make this uniform look hot." I said looking in the mirror as I kissed myself.
I walked into roll call, and got my usual cold stare from Christopher. Boy I'd love to kick his ass. He thinks he's so much better then me. Jokes on him. I'm the one who's hot. I'm the one who all - I mean all the women flock too, including his fiancé. She wanted me, what can I say. Hell if I was a girl I'd want me too. God I'm so damn hot. No really, People should vote me as their Sexiest Man Alive. I looked over at Faith. "He's still here?" I asked her.
"Yup, just because he knows how much you love him." She told me.
What was it with everyone and their dry humor. Frankly I thought I could live with out it. They really think they are funny don't they? Roll call finally finished up and Christopher FINALLY stopped flappin' his gums. Jus' in time to he was givin' me a headache. How can I look this damn good, while rubbin' my friggin' temples. I let out a sigh.
"What wrong with you Bos?" Faith asked me. She was always mothering me. Like I was a two year old. Didn't she have her own kids for that?
"Nothin's the matter Yokas." I said checking out myself in the window's reflection of our RMP. Nothing was really the matter. Well nothing she'd understand. She has no idea how hard it is to stay this good lookin' Okay Maybe not, I can't help it I was born this way. I know they are millions of people all over this city. Who'd pay jus' to look half as good as me, and I was born this way. I love myself.
I took my time getting into the RMP, I'd let faith drive the first half of our shift and I'd take the second half of the shift. When most of the good lookin' women were out. Pull one of them over, say they was speedin' turn on that charm. I'm real good at that, and jus' wait for them to ask for my phone number. They know they want it. They know they want me. Then I'd go to write the ticket out, with no intensions on really givin' it to them. Then you see, I'd "accidentally" drop my pen, and bend over in jus' the right way. So they could check out my ass. Cus' thats what they are waiting for and I'm gonna show 'em. Then well the rest is history as they say.
The first half of our shift was rather boring. There wasn't one exciting call. Faith and I just drove around all day. Finally stoppin' for dinner. We meet up with Sullivan and Davis. You should see Sully eat. He's like a damn Hoover Vacuum cleaner, he jus' inhales the damn thing. A double cheeseburger for him is a snack. And he wonders why he's so fat. He's a hater, he hates that I make the uniform looks so damn good, where as he makes it look so damn - round. I finished my meal. A chicken Sandwich with Mozzarella Cheese. Was pretty damn good. I looked over at faith as I placed Seven dollars on the counter. "I'm gunna go take a leak." I told her, not waiting for her reply. I walked into the restroom, and over to the urinal. I unzipped my pants and looked down as I relived myself. "Yup Boscorelli, you definitely need a yardstick." I said to my self as I did that whole shaking the rest of the pee out. Ya know what I mean, ya shake your....Okay that's jus' too much info, bet ya really don't wanna hear all that. I don't blame you either, especially if you saw mine. You'd be green with envy. I zipped my pants back up, went over to the sink and washed my hands. Givin' myself one last look in the mirror. Honestly bein' this damn good lookin' really should be a crime.
I left the restroom and went back to the counter. Yokas had finished her meal, and of course Sully was stuffing his face again. I guess a double cheeseburger and large order of fries weren't enough he was now shovin' a slice of Apple Pie down his mouth, like it was his last meal. If he chokes I a'int helpin' him. Fat boy brought it to himself. I shook my head in disgust. Then took the keys off the counter. "Ya ready Yokas?"
After another Four hours of a boring shift it was finally time to go home. Hadn't seen any hot women, least none enough that were good enough for a fine Italian Stallion such as myself that is. Faith asked if I wanted to join her at Haggerty's but I took a pass. I was actually tired. Very tired in fact. It took a-lot out of me lookin' good.
I went home and changed quickly, wearing nothing but my boxers. Once I again I had to check myself out. Doesn't it make me gay, if I'm turned on by myself? I then went back over to that computer thing and logged on to the internet. I had gotten mail. She had written me back. I opened the email and read it
HI BOSCO, NICE TO MEET YOU. BEING A POLICE OFFICER MUST BE DANGEROUS. I BET YOU LOOK CUTE IN YOUR UNIFORM.
If she only knew......I continued reading the email.
YOU MUST HAVE A LOT OF COOL STORIES TO TELL. I THINK IT'S COOL THAT YOUR PARTNER IS A FEMALE, MOST MEN WOULDN'T WANT A FEMALE PARTNER AND THE FACT SHE'S YOUR BEST FRIEND IS EVEN BETTER. SO I GUESS I SHOULD TELL YOU A LITTLE ABOUT MY SELF I'M 25 AND I LIVE IN NYC AS WELL. I ATTENDED NYU. I KNOW I'M A LITTLE OLD FOR COLLEGE, BUT FAMILY ISSUES PREVENTED ME FROM GOING WHEN I WAS YOUNGER. I'M STUDYING TO BE A TEACHER. I REALLY LOVE CHILDREN. I THINK I MAY TEACH THIRD GRADE.
Thats cute, I thought.
IT NOT AS AN EXCITING JOB AS BEING A POLICE OFFICER BUT I DON'T THINK I COULD HANDLE THAT MUCH EXCITMENT. BUT ITS LATE BOSCO, AND I HAVE A TEST I NEED TO STUDY FOR. OH YEAH YOU CAN SAY BUTTHEAD ON THIS THING. AND MY NAME IS MICHELLE.
PLEASE WRITE BACK,
MICHELLE.
I was going to write back, but first thing tomorrow. Because I need to get some sleep. I have another day of lookin' good a head of me.
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I got to work with 15 minuets to spare. The traffic was a bitch. To bad the law didn't allow me jus' to shoot who ever got into my way. It's not like I haven't thought of it before. I quickly made my way into the locker room where Sully, Davis, and Faith were already gettin' dressed.
"Nice of you to join us." Sully said to me.
"Bite me Sully!" I told him. I really wasn't in the mood for his 'Late night at the Apollo' act.
"OOOO Bosco I love it when you talk dirty to me." Sully said, with a laugh.
I just looked at him. "Sullivan you are one sick bastard, you know that." I finished getting dressed. Everyone had left the locker room already, so I stopped in front of the mirror to check my self out. I squeezed by buns together. "Boscorelli, you really make this uniform look hot." I said looking in the mirror as I kissed myself.
I walked into roll call, and got my usual cold stare from Christopher. Boy I'd love to kick his ass. He thinks he's so much better then me. Jokes on him. I'm the one who's hot. I'm the one who all - I mean all the women flock too, including his fiancé. She wanted me, what can I say. Hell if I was a girl I'd want me too. God I'm so damn hot. No really, People should vote me as their Sexiest Man Alive. I looked over at Faith. "He's still here?" I asked her.
"Yup, just because he knows how much you love him." She told me.
What was it with everyone and their dry humor. Frankly I thought I could live with out it. They really think they are funny don't they? Roll call finally finished up and Christopher FINALLY stopped flappin' his gums. Jus' in time to he was givin' me a headache. How can I look this damn good, while rubbin' my friggin' temples. I let out a sigh.
"What wrong with you Bos?" Faith asked me. She was always mothering me. Like I was a two year old. Didn't she have her own kids for that?
"Nothin's the matter Yokas." I said checking out myself in the window's reflection of our RMP. Nothing was really the matter. Well nothing she'd understand. She has no idea how hard it is to stay this good lookin' Okay Maybe not, I can't help it I was born this way. I know they are millions of people all over this city. Who'd pay jus' to look half as good as me, and I was born this way. I love myself.
I took my time getting into the RMP, I'd let faith drive the first half of our shift and I'd take the second half of the shift. When most of the good lookin' women were out. Pull one of them over, say they was speedin' turn on that charm. I'm real good at that, and jus' wait for them to ask for my phone number. They know they want it. They know they want me. Then I'd go to write the ticket out, with no intensions on really givin' it to them. Then you see, I'd "accidentally" drop my pen, and bend over in jus' the right way. So they could check out my ass. Cus' thats what they are waiting for and I'm gonna show 'em. Then well the rest is history as they say.
The first half of our shift was rather boring. There wasn't one exciting call. Faith and I just drove around all day. Finally stoppin' for dinner. We meet up with Sullivan and Davis. You should see Sully eat. He's like a damn Hoover Vacuum cleaner, he jus' inhales the damn thing. A double cheeseburger for him is a snack. And he wonders why he's so fat. He's a hater, he hates that I make the uniform looks so damn good, where as he makes it look so damn - round. I finished my meal. A chicken Sandwich with Mozzarella Cheese. Was pretty damn good. I looked over at faith as I placed Seven dollars on the counter. "I'm gunna go take a leak." I told her, not waiting for her reply. I walked into the restroom, and over to the urinal. I unzipped my pants and looked down as I relived myself. "Yup Boscorelli, you definitely need a yardstick." I said to my self as I did that whole shaking the rest of the pee out. Ya know what I mean, ya shake your....Okay that's jus' too much info, bet ya really don't wanna hear all that. I don't blame you either, especially if you saw mine. You'd be green with envy. I zipped my pants back up, went over to the sink and washed my hands. Givin' myself one last look in the mirror. Honestly bein' this damn good lookin' really should be a crime.
I left the restroom and went back to the counter. Yokas had finished her meal, and of course Sully was stuffing his face again. I guess a double cheeseburger and large order of fries weren't enough he was now shovin' a slice of Apple Pie down his mouth, like it was his last meal. If he chokes I a'int helpin' him. Fat boy brought it to himself. I shook my head in disgust. Then took the keys off the counter. "Ya ready Yokas?"
After another Four hours of a boring shift it was finally time to go home. Hadn't seen any hot women, least none enough that were good enough for a fine Italian Stallion such as myself that is. Faith asked if I wanted to join her at Haggerty's but I took a pass. I was actually tired. Very tired in fact. It took a-lot out of me lookin' good.
I went home and changed quickly, wearing nothing but my boxers. Once I again I had to check myself out. Doesn't it make me gay, if I'm turned on by myself? I then went back over to that computer thing and logged on to the internet. I had gotten mail. She had written me back. I opened the email and read it
HI BOSCO, NICE TO MEET YOU. BEING A POLICE OFFICER MUST BE DANGEROUS. I BET YOU LOOK CUTE IN YOUR UNIFORM.
If she only knew......I continued reading the email.
YOU MUST HAVE A LOT OF COOL STORIES TO TELL. I THINK IT'S COOL THAT YOUR PARTNER IS A FEMALE, MOST MEN WOULDN'T WANT A FEMALE PARTNER AND THE FACT SHE'S YOUR BEST FRIEND IS EVEN BETTER. SO I GUESS I SHOULD TELL YOU A LITTLE ABOUT MY SELF I'M 25 AND I LIVE IN NYC AS WELL. I ATTENDED NYU. I KNOW I'M A LITTLE OLD FOR COLLEGE, BUT FAMILY ISSUES PREVENTED ME FROM GOING WHEN I WAS YOUNGER. I'M STUDYING TO BE A TEACHER. I REALLY LOVE CHILDREN. I THINK I MAY TEACH THIRD GRADE.
Thats cute, I thought.
IT NOT AS AN EXCITING JOB AS BEING A POLICE OFFICER BUT I DON'T THINK I COULD HANDLE THAT MUCH EXCITMENT. BUT ITS LATE BOSCO, AND I HAVE A TEST I NEED TO STUDY FOR. OH YEAH YOU CAN SAY BUTTHEAD ON THIS THING. AND MY NAME IS MICHELLE.
PLEASE WRITE BACK,
MICHELLE.
I was going to write back, but first thing tomorrow. Because I need to get some sleep. I have another day of lookin' good a head of me.