Then I got transferred to the Sex Crimes unit. It is maybe the hardestunit to work in,. You have to go a little crazy just to keep yourselfsane, if th...t makes any sense. See, you have to be able to shut off yourhumanity, to keep yourself from letting the things you see drive you overthe edge. It chews up some cops and spits them out. They end up drunks,druggies, or dead.I was doing okay for a long time. I was able to keep a clinical eye forthe details that can make the difference between a. Kneeling on the grass in front of her, I looked up at her and unfastened the button on her jeans, and pulled them off her, leaving her there dressed just the same as when I’d seen her before.The tan looked good on her, I had to admit that. Her skin was warm and smooth, and I stroked her thighs with just my fingertips, at the same time looking her up and down, drinking in the sight of her body responding to my touch, and the look on her face. Her eyes were very dark, but in the bright sunlight. It wasn’t natural to wear condoms sothe cock juice from a recent deposit would often getsquished out by the next hard dick to slide in. Shehad many offers for dates in high school. Preferring variety to commitment, she developed asmall stable of boyfriends. Her selection techniqueused fellatio to check out a candidate’s cum qualityand quantity. Taste was important since she would suckthe boy off if fucking was not possible. The top fewgot to make those special deposits in her pussy. We were quiet for a minute, me wondering how come this classy lady was sitting next to me while she was moving the bottle around in a slow circle on the polished pecan wood bar, looking intently at the patterns she made.Looking over at me she opened up a little, "I guess you have me figured out... I'm not what I seem. I came from a well known family and I married money and, yes, I'm used to wearing pearls and drinking champagne. But I've always had this dream of just being a "good ol' boy's".