She was the most beautiful East Indian woman I have ever seen; no older than twenty five years, she stood naked in my presence, her standing nude body glues to mines both of her arms encircled my waist that resulted in a tight grip, the side of her face pressed gently onto my chest.
I felt the rapid pounding of her heart, a strong, rapid and heavy beat that gave the impression, her heart was trying to leap out of her chest. I could also feel the heavy shaking of her body as she trembled in a lopsided embraced. This beautiful lady that cling to my bosom, had found the sense of security she needs in my arms. This (My arms) is her new place of safety.
this incident started about an hour earlier, I heard familiar voice called me, the loud voice said: "Rambo come here;" Yes Corporal (Cpl.) Wendell Wickhum I answered. He continued: "the officer (senior officer in charged) just called, there is an incident at Arnos Vale just before you meet the roundabout. A woman was heard screaming, then a slamming of a door. They said to have you go to Calliaquia, pick up a CID officer from the Calliaquia Police Station; whose name he called and the woman police to go and deal with the issue. I immediately; voiced my objections and my dissatisfaction with the folly of this duty.
I was required to drive from Central Police Station in Kingstown, drive about a mile and a half to Arnos Vale, where a possible violent crime was in progress; I was required to drive pass the incident and ignore the victim in distress, drive in excess of another mile and a half to Calliaquia, to pick up two inexperienced police officers; one a CID officer who should not have been assigned to that department and a uniformed female police officer.
What was Ironic was; there had just been the dismissal of a parade of senior, competent beat men that had just being inspected and assigned their patrol duties for the night. Some of these men had worked CID at one point in their policing career. Each of these officers were more competent and more courageous, than the CID personnel I was asked to pick up. I said "Rambo (Cpl. Wendell Wickham) let two of the guys go with me, we can deal with the situation." The Cpl. Replied, Rambo, I am taking orders just like you. The officer said to tell you to go to Calliaquia pick up the CID personnel and have them deal with the matter. It is in their division.
As a result, I drove as fast as I could, given there was not much traffic on the road at that time of the night, I got to Calliaquia in quick time. I pick up the two officers and head back to Arnos Vale to the scene of the incident. The amount of time that had elapse with the excess driving, that victim may have been raped several times, and or killed. Who was going to compensate the victim, for the pain and the suffering, they were made to endure because of some supervisor's callousness and incompetence.
However, when we got to the scene of the incident, I was still upset over the initial events of this incident. I decided to stay in the vehicle and let the two officers deal with the incident on their own. However, I could not depend on their collective abilities and their competence. So I came out of the police vehicle and I went with them, to play a secondary role. After knocking on the door; we were let into the downstairs apartment of the two story house.
We were let into the house by a naked, yellow skin fellow, a man whom I knew, from the criminal class in the Kingstown area. He hanged around, the Quarry, Long Wall, and Harlem Edge area of Kingstown. He went into the bedroom and fetch the lady who was suppose to be his girlfriend. She was also naked, as a result, both of them stood in front of the bedroom door. He had his right arms fixed around her shoulder. The lady in this case was an East Indian lady; she was about five feet, four inches tall, slimly built and she was an extremely beautiful woman. She was standing on the man's right with her right arm around her counterpart's waistline.
I knew, the man by his family name, however, the CID officer knew him and addressed the man as skoie, and he was doing all the talking. He accused the police of interrupting their night, the CID officer asked the lady if she was ok and she said yes. However, something was wrong with the entire scenario, but I could not put my hand on it. While the three police were in the apartment, the lady had a serene look upon her face. As a result, the CID officer jokingly, whispered to me, "boy Skoie is a lucky man, look at the kind of woman he fucking."
I did not see the humor in his remarks. I knew something was not right with the picture I was looking at. Something was not in context. But what was it? By this time the CID officer and the female police officer had resigned to the fact, that it was a consensual relationship between two adults, and they had exited the house. I could see both of them standing by the police vehicle, in a discussion.
I was afraid to leave the apartment, and thus leaving the woman behind; something deep inside my gut told me this lady was in danger; but there was no evidence to support my suspicions. I slowly made my way to the door of the ground flow apartment, still keeping my eyes on the couple; looking for some indication from the female that she was in distress and under duress. But from the woman's facial expression, I did not recognize any sign of distress.
Then I said to the couple; you all have a good night, we are going. Still looking for some sign of distress. Then, with my back turn to the door, still looking at the hugging couple, I lifted up one foot to put it out of the door, onto the landing of the step. It was then; I got the sign I was looking for. The little, beautiful East Indian lady, who was a UN worker that came to the island to run an agricultural seminar, Opened her eyes extremely wide, I saw terror in her eyes, and I heard loudly her unspoken concern; which translated to: Are you going to leave me hear with this man; who had just raped me to rape me all night?
The calm look that the lady had on her face that I interpreted as a contented lady in the arms of her men. Was a sense of relief and the safety she felt now the police was there and her nightmare that had started about an hour ago had ended. The lady felt safe and it showed in her demeanor.
I then call the CID officer and said come here man something is not right here. As a result, the two officers ended their conversation and rushed back into the house. The CID officer then shouts at the man using his street name. Skoie let her go! he said. Immediately the lady broke free from the forced lover’s link she was threaten to form and maintained in order to give the police the impression, their affair was mutual and consensual.
A river of tears uncontrollably, ran down her face. Running, she made her way over to me, overpowered by emotions, the grateful UN envoy threw her naked body into my arms. My arms automatically opened, not just to receive the beautiful damsel in distress; but to insure, my hands did not accidentally touched any part of the victim's naked body. The grateful lady securely held me around my waist, she pressed the side of her face into my chest as she cried uncontrollable. I could feel her fragile body trembled with fear as she sobbed.
I was still froze in the position, I was in when when the lady first ran into my arms. I still had both of my arms up and partially extended. I fully understood the young lady’s response and I knew that for her, I was her place of safety from the events that will forever leave her scarred and traumatized. I knew she needed that time of security. But it was a very awkward position for me. As a result, I told her everything is going to be all right and then I awkwardly took my hands, held her by her shoulders and peal her off of me; call the female police over and handed her over to the woman police officer.
Later, we discovered, on the police arrival to the scene, before he came out to open the door for the police; the assailant had threaten the young lady; not to cooperated with the police or he will kill her. No one ever requested a statement from me, as it related to this incident. Like most incident I had a significant hand in dealing with or serving; it was the police authorities plans, to wipe every trace of me from this incident also in the same manner they did so many times before. However, sometime later, I was summon to the family court to give evidence in Preliminary Inquiries, which was strange.
That was my first and last time I appeared before the Family Court to give evidence. Author Williams was the Defendant’s lawyer and Adolphus Delpleach was the Police Prosecutor. I was not aware if that was the way police give evidence in Family Court or if Delpleach was trying to protect me because I was green. However; the prosecutor led me through my evidence without a statement this is a testimony of how Good Delpleach is. Author Williams try his best to waive a web of confusion around me but failed in every opportunity. Of course I am far too intelligent to be confused by the trivial efforts of this revere not so bright lawyer; unless he was speaking in a language that I do not understand he was and wasted his time.
Later the police authority asked me if I will like to go to CID to drive. I said, why would I want to go to CID as a driver, So I can spend my time taking less intelligent and less competent men that I am to do duties they should not be performing.
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