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One need only tune in his television set during “prime time” on any night of the week to witness a seemingly endless barrage of violence in the form of “entertainment”. Whether it be cops pursuing robbers, secret agents gunning down other secret agents, or cowboys eliminating Indians, the pattern is invariably the same. The fact that no one is really hurt, at least physically, is also common to them all.
But real violence does exist, and real people, good and bad, are maimed and killed daily in the streets and homes of America.
In R#PED LADY COP, the thing that Shirley Andrews, an attractive policewoman, fails to realize, could well be a lesson for us all as we sit in our living rooms soaking up TV’s phony violence. There are criminals in our midst, people who would steal or r#pe or kill at the slightest provocation, people who have no respect whatsoever for human life.
Shirley Andrews’ degradation at the hands of people like these might have been avoided had she had more “respect” for this dangerous element of society. But perhaps the false picture of violence she-and all of us-receive through the entertainment media made her reckless in her efforts to deal with those who follow no code of morality.
Detective Paul Canfield watched the woman walk through the door and he felt an aching in his balls. Shirley Andrews was one of those really beautiful women. She was tall, sort of statuesque, but not tall enough to intimidate a man. She had an oval face with long, dark-blonde hair and very blue eyes. The uniform she wore hid her full figure, but Paul knew that she had full tits underneath the starched white blouse. He had felt them push against his chest as they danced together at the annual Christmas party.
“Shirley?” Paul asked. “Are you the one that brought in Cadle?”
Cadle was a mugger they had been looking for. “Yes,” Shirley answered. “I caught him down by the park.”
“Did he give you any trouble?” Paul asked. “No,” Shirley said. “He came along quite easily.”
Paul could think of nothing else to say. He turned his attention back to the folder in his hand. He was plotting the charts of the arrests and convictions that year. So far it wasn’t looking that good. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Shirley go into the Captain’s office. He wondered curiously about what she would be doing in there.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.