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Brooklyn was my Uncle Joe’s little fiefdom.

He was the top cop in the borough and he had the job for a long time now.

He wasn’t that old all things considered because he was the youngest Captain in the history of the Department and rose quickly in the upper echelons of the hierarchy of the New York Police Department.

It seemed to me that Brooklyn had a certain magical air about it. At night, it didn’t have the sparkle of Manhattan but it was not as dark as Staten Island. The demographics were constantly changing inside Brooklyn proper and it had plenty of history dating right back to the War of Independence with battles fought with wins and losses on both sides and lots of blood running in the streets both soldiers and civilians. Brooklyn didn’t identify as being part of the Big Apple at night. It was a place to itself separate and not part of the big town hustle and bustle. Solid and unmoving, it was a world foreign to the Broadway crowd, disappointing to those looking for excitement and still an outdated and conservative place to set down roots at a reasonable cost of living in comparison to its sister across the river to the west.

Joe had an office in the downtown section and it was a short haul to the Brooklyn Bridge and the entrance to the big time in downtown Manhattan and the Hall of Justice that acted as a center of law enforcement for the Metropolitan Area. He used to get me press box tickets to the Brooklyn Dodgers games that gave me an up close and personal look at the game and the players with my favorite team the New York Giants. I always felt a little guilty about that but he liked doing it for me and I couldn’t refuse without offending him. I thing he felt he should be doing more for me but just didn’t have the time. The summer before I joined the military he got me a job down at Manhattan Beach and I turned from a redheaded Irish kid into a brown skinned Italian by the end of the summer. It was basically just picking up trash because the lifeguard jobs were all staffed by these older fucks that were into body building and were more interested in showing off their muscles instead of focusing on the girl’s pretty backsides in those tight little bathing suits that really made my day.

My Uncle was a big guy.

He was six foot seven and carried a lot of weight on those size eleven shoes. He took time off in the early forties to fight the Japanese in the Pacific and he got credit for the time on his police department retirement because it was the right thing to do when the country was involved in an “all out” war against enemies in two different theaters of the war. I was just a young snot-nosed kid in those years and was more interested in reading comic books than wondering where all the men had gone.

He had almost nine thousand cops under his command and he often lamented he needed another nine thousand just to keep the bad guys off the streets in in jail where they belonged. I almost got sent out to Staten Island right after graduating from the police academy but he pulled some strings and got me assigned to Brooklyn where he could keep a close eye on me and sort of mentor me like a rabbi everyone wanted above all else.

He had his office staff and a flying squad of hard hitters for the tough jobs and his bodyguard and two drivers to split the shift because he was on the job around the clock.

We were all high on the adrenalin generated by the charges being brought against the dirty eleven bad guys and I knew my Uncle was exhausted by the constant meeting with the police higher-ups who were conflicted about the whole thing and it was a miracle that they had even let it play out this far. It was a first for the department which was more into “cover up” than transparency in those days.

He had invited me down to the Brooklyn office to meet up with him for a quick lunch at a deli near the police station. I loved that place because they had the greatest French fries and roast beef sandwiches I had ever consumed anywhere ever. To top it all off, they had original New York style cheesecake that stuck to the roof of your mouth and slowly melted down your throat like molten gold. It was the sort of lunch that you had only once and awhile because the calories were enough to stoke the body furnace for an entire day.

During the meal he gave me a box that contained a German Luger that had been taken from a surrendered Nazi officer. He told me that his shooting buddy from the Navy had traded it to him for a Jap flag he had confiscated from a sinking Jap destroyer and kept in his office for conversation and bullshit.

He gave it to me because he already had two Lugers in his possession and didn’t think he needed three unless he was interested in opening up a gun shop with collection pieces as headliners.

I fell in love with that gun but still preferred my .45s because I was totally comfortable with the automatics.

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I had to stand up on my tiptoes to lift the latch and step into the backyard. I’d always gone to the front of the house in the past, but I knew Emily was already out at the pool, and wouldn’t mind me coming straight back. The pool was up on a raised deck, with high hedges all around. I ascended the steps and saw Emily was laying out on a deck chair. I called out hello, but there was no response. I came a little closer and gasped. Emily was lying face down on the deck chair, entirely nude. Her...

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Riya8217s Paradise

Riya is in early thirties, her husband is in the merchant navy and is away sailing. She is a super hot woman, stands 5’6″ tall with very sharp features, flawless skin and the biggest assets are her heavy melon like boobs of size 38 DD. She had a slim waist and a round ass. Even though her boobs where big it was in a perfect shape with big nipples. She is horny 24 x 7; unfortunately her husband gets a holiday only for 2 months in a year. She stays with her mother-in-law in an apartment. Once her...

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My Panties Part 2 of 3

The next morning I woke up late and it was the start of a new week, fortunately it was my day off from work again. Mark was at school setting up flyers for a fund raiser and my parents were going into the city to see a play. I opened my eyes and lied there in my bed thinking about what happened yesterday. I felt my attention refocusing on my laundry basket. I started thinking about Mark and Eddie stroking their dicks with my panties, and soaking them with their seed. I also thought about the...

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Dear Diary 3 her

Dear Diary,Terri's parents arrived today, needing somewhere to stay on their way to their holidays. Bugger. Was hoping to have a nice night of passion with Colin. But we ended up going al fresco instead, and I'm sure someone was watching us. bloody certain of it. But I'm getting ahead of myself...Colin arrived, just as I was putting the kettle on. How he does it, I'll never know; it's like he's got radar for the kettle. I hugged him, gave him a peck, and filled him in on the situation.We dished...

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Jokes and GigglesChapter 678

This One Is Compliments of Pepere A Nun Grading Papers Can you imagine the nun sitting at her desk grading these papers, all the while trying to keep a straight face and maintain her composure! Pay special attention to the words and spelling. If you know the bible even a little, you’ll find this hilarious! It comes from a catholic elementary school test. Kids were asked questions about the old and new testaments. The following 25 statements about the bible were written by children. They...

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Anna Too Many 2

-- Too Many For Even Anna! 2 --[Synopsis:My attractive daughter-in-law Anna had come to me with a very personal request. She'd always been fascinated with the thought of several men having sex with her, taking turns or even together. She asked me if I could arrange it, without her husband knowing.I collected two friends, the three of us met with Anna, and she enjoyed several very exciting sessions with us.All seemed to be going well, we were all having a good time .. but good things don't...

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Making A Problem Small

Dr. Lynn Kook, at the age of just 42 years old the lovely dark haired brunettestands at 5ft3 and just tips the scales at a simple 135lbs. With a firm welltoned body of a 20 year-old college girl that most guys would love to haveas there girlfriend. Lynn is a Genetics DNA research scientist that has beenworking for years on a cure for several of the worst diseases known to mansuch as Aids. She also has been working on other types of cures as well. Whileworking on a new study a few weeks ago she...

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The ProdigalThirty

“FAMILY MEETING,” Melody announced after the boys were in bed. The four of us had been together every night, but we never had a family meeting in bed. We’d enjoyed some quiet lovemaking with each other, Wendy even surrendering to Melody’s attention and then devoting herself to Lissa. But in the quiet, after we’d settled and pretended to be asleep, the bed still shook with our mourning. We clutched each other, trying desperately to fill the hole Kate’s of departure. We sat in our usual seats...

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