fair maiden, fair maiden
So what fuck am I doing? Is this a notebook, a blog, a joke or a story. A blogvella or blogman-a- clef? Or maybe a treatment for buddy/cop dramadey for HBO. I donno. Just a word to Proctor and Gamble here: the sight of a guy that looks like Randy Quad kissing a guy that looks like Tom Sellick on the back patio of a bear bar would sell a heck of a lot of facial tissue, It'd drive demand for a couple reasons I can think of anyway. Maybe hand cream too. And where am I going here? Is this a who-done-it or is this a PG-13 Harlequin Romance for the mature queer. Donno, donno. Is it more about the man, his work or his worlds. Again donno.
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At lunch Marty told Littlegirlcop a joke. " A knight's riding across the countryside and he spies a castle. He looks up in the tower and he sees a beautiful maiden. He stops his horse and shouts up to the woman, 'fair maiden, fair maiden, will you marry me?' She shouts down to him 'No.' And they live happily ever after" Murphy chuckled and thought, that's a married man's joke. And Marty was, three kids too, all young. They ate lunch together most work days.
While the tittle Special Agent, Cyber Crimes Task Force, sounded glamourous, it was a pretty nuts and bolts type detective job. The bigger cases usually crossed state or national lines, so those got handed off to the Feds pretty quickly. That left him and Marty and a few of other young officers to the smaller local stuff. Marty's specialty was digging through server logs and other heaps of data. He was the needle in the haystack guy. Murphy had a flair for the dramatic so when there was online decoy work it went to him. He like to joke about telling the old pervs his parents didn't understand him and how a new coach bag or Jimmy Choos or Gucci sunglasses would really cheer him up. It also made smile thinking about the unlikelyhood of his own smelly tripple-e's in a pair of strappy sandles. Then usually he thought of the offensive tackle size dude that sometimes wore the pumps two-stepping at the gay western bar. Doesn't matter what you look like, he thought to himself. everyone likes to feel pretty. Even cowboys.
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At lunch Marty told Littlegirlcop a joke. " A knight's riding across the countryside and he spies a castle. He looks up in the tower and he sees a beautiful maiden. He stops his horse and shouts up to the woman, 'fair maiden, fair maiden, will you marry me?' She shouts down to him 'No.' And they live happily ever after" Murphy chuckled and thought, that's a married man's joke. And Marty was, three kids too, all young. They ate lunch together most work days.
While the tittle Special Agent, Cyber Crimes Task Force, sounded glamourous, it was a pretty nuts and bolts type detective job. The bigger cases usually crossed state or national lines, so those got handed off to the Feds pretty quickly. That left him and Marty and a few of other young officers to the smaller local stuff. Marty's specialty was digging through server logs and other heaps of data. He was the needle in the haystack guy. Murphy had a flair for the dramatic so when there was online decoy work it went to him. He like to joke about telling the old pervs his parents didn't understand him and how a new coach bag or Jimmy Choos or Gucci sunglasses would really cheer him up. It also made smile thinking about the unlikelyhood of his own smelly tripple-e's in a pair of strappy sandles. Then usually he thought of the offensive tackle size dude that sometimes wore the pumps two-stepping at the gay western bar. Doesn't matter what you look like, he thought to himself. everyone likes to feel pretty. Even cowboys.
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