Meeting an old ex-colleague brought back some good memories. I was recently out with my wife when we bumped into an ex-colleague from my days in the Police force. Seeing her again brought back memories of our naughty times together in the early 1980s. It began on Karen's first day at the station, I was introduced to her at the reception and asked to help her take her luggage up to the third floor where single officers liv...

This is a true story from back in the late 1980s when I was a young and enthusiastic Police officer. ~~~ ~~~ I worked alone in a rural location covering a small village near an American air base and had to deal with all sorts of mundane inquiries that were passed my way. This tale relates to the days when all officers were required to do jobs and inquiries that would now be dealt with by specialist teams. I was sent a fir...

Having been training hard to lose weight to compete in a fun run with my grandson, it was clear I would at some stage sustain an injury. The injury, a torn ligament in my lower leg came about by accident and not as the result of training or working out in the gym. It had been a problem for six weeks when I sought advice from my personal trainer, who suggested I visit a sports therapist. He knew and gave me her card with a...

I entered the office and walked quietly over to where she was standing by the office fax machine. Most of the staff had left for the day, but the boss was around as were a few other drivers. I don't know why, but I patted Holly's cute ass as she bent over the machine. You see, Holly and I had worked together for over four years but never really saw eye to eye. Holly was the office manager and I was just a driver; she alwa...

At the time I was a serving Police officer in a small remote village, it was Boxing day, and I was off duty and had to return a video to the village video shop. I knew the manager of the shop so knew it was going to be open for returns, but just for a few hours that morning. Just after eight, I went out for a stroll leaving my wife, children and in-laws at home, making the half-mile walk to the shop with an armful of chil...

This is a completely true story and happened during the six-month check of our rented bungalow. My wife and I moved into our rented bungalow just over six years ago and have been very happy here. As part of our rental contract, we have to allow the letting agent to carry out a six-month check of the property to ensure we have not demolished any walls and not painted the walls in really weird colours. Karen, the letting ag...