She was one of the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and by far, the most beautiful, East Indian woman I have ever seen to date. She was no older than twenty-five years old. With beautiful skin that perfectly reflected the florescent light that filled the room, her beautiful face, filled the room with a special glow, I have never seen before; and her hair that draped, was long, black and silky; which extended down to her belly button.
She stood naked in my presence, her nude body, was now glued to mine; it was a perfect fit, as both of her arms encircled my waist, in a tight grip; as the right side of her face pressed firmly into my chest.
I felt the rapid pounding of her heart as it beat. Its strong, rapid and heavy beat gave the impression, her heart was trying, to leap out of her chest. Her heavy breathing, could be distinctly heard and I felt the rise and fall of her chest, which accommodated her breathing. I could also feel the heavy shaking of her naked body, as it trembled in a lopsided embrace.
The beautiful lady found the sense of security she needed, glued to my firm, strong and erect body and my presence represented a place of safety for her; and rightfully so.
My hand hung by my side, I refused to touch the beautiful, naked woman, who was now glued to me and occupied my presence. If I held her in my arms, for that brief moment, at this point, it would have been the right thing to do; but I could not bring myself to hold her; because it felt wrong.
Not because I was angry, with the woman or because I hate her, but because I experienced a level of discomfort with the situation, I found myself in; I was put on the spot. Maybe if there were two layers of clothing between the woman and I, it would have been different. How did I find myself in such an awkward situation, You may ask. Let me tell you how.
It all started, while I was on duty at Central Police Station, in Kingstown, St. Vincent and the Grenadines. I was urgently summoned to the station's office by Corporal (Cpl.) Evans. Cpl. Evans informed me, there was a report of screams that came from an apartment in Arnos Vale, in the road opposite Woods Tyre Shop.
Cpl. Even said to me, Mr. Quow called and instructed him, to send me to Calliaqua Police Station, to pick up the CID personnel, to go and deal with the matter. This incident was in the Calliaqua Police District.
I must say here, there is no lawful jurisdictional district in St. Vincent and the Grenadines, however the policing districts are their for management purposes. The members of the Royal St. Vincent Police Force: has the powers of arrest, in St. Vincent and all the island, that makes up St. Vincent and the Grenadines.
At the time I was given this instructions, the ten to six (10:00 PM to 6:00 AM) beat and patrol team, that patrolled Kingstown, was being parade in the yard at Central Police Station. In that lineup there were two senior constables: Letson Seaton, and Nero. These were two highly intelligent, intense and courage police officers.
I have seen first hand and I knew what Seaton could do. Seaton was the officer who within four hours; of working with him, shaped and fashioned the way I policed, throughout my policing career. I knew, with these two guys, together, there was no incident we will not be able to resolve.
I said Cpl. Evans, "this is a waste of time, and resources, if there is someone in distress, why would you have me drive passed the incident, which is about two and a half miles along the road way, proceed another, two and a half miles to Calliaqua Police Station, to pick up two police officers and return to the incident. When you have two bad-ass police officers, in the person of Seaton and Nero available right here right now.
These two men were experienced police officers; with a wealth of police knowledge and experience. I said to the Cpl. "Cpl. Evans, I know what Seaton can do. This doesn't make any sense."
Cpl. Evans replied to me, "this is what the officer say. I am only following instructions." "I said to the Cpl. That is why you are a Cpl. of police; the authorities know you are responsible and can make responsible decisions, you should make this call right here right now". Cpl. Evans insisted, he said: "I am follow the instructions as it came from the Superintendent Osborne Quow."
I understood the seriousness of my responsibility as a police officer, and I took my responsibility serious. Silly things like this, got me pretty worked up. But being a mere constable; I had no power to change anything but to do as I was told. Follow the instructions of my senior and Cpl. Evans was my senior.
However, I knew someone was in distress, who was in distress, I did not know, what was the nature of their distress; I did not know. My only concern was to get to the scene as soon as possible; to bring some form of relief to the person, from whatever distressed they were confronted with.
I could not help but to say to myself, how could these people be so irresponsible, This was disturbing on many levels. As a result, I drove the police vehicle, like it was an airplane; in my mind, there was someone who needed me to. I got to Calliaqua in very little time. Even the two police officers were surprised I got there so quickly. When I saw the two police officers, I was sent to pick up; to deal with the incident, I began to fume. However, I held my peace.
With the same level of urgency I got to Calliaqua, it was with the same level of urgency I drove back to Arnos Vale with. I drove at such high speed, the male police who was assigned to CID, who sat in the pinion driver seat, held onto the dashboard of the vehicle to brace himself as the female police officer braced herself by wedging her knees into the back of the seat in front of her.
When we got to the scene of the incident, I was still angry, about everything, I decided, I am not getting out of the vehicle, then I was reminded, the possible victim had nothing to do, with the poor police administration and the assignment of the force's personnel. So I accompanied the two officers from the Calliaqua Police Station, to deal with the incident.
We were met by the landlady, the person who made the report. She met us at the gate and directed us to the place from which, she heard the screams. The landlady also informed us of why she called.
She rented the ground floor of her house, to an Indian lady, who worked with the United Nations and was on assignment in St. Vincent and the Grenadines, and attached to the Agriculture Department on an UN sponsored program. It is not customary, for the young lady to have guess, at her apartment, because she was new here and she didn't know anyone. However, tonight screams were heard coming from her ground floor apartment, then the screams stopped suddenly. The landlady also told us of her failed efforts, to contact her Tennant.
I stood in the background, while the two police officer from the Calliaqua Police Station, dealt with the issues. The C.I.D officer began to knock on the door, I said to him, don't knock on the door, you are not a visitor. Pound on the door and let whoever is inside know the police is out here and instructed them to open the door.
When the C.I.D officer followed my suggestion, the door was opened by a naked male. I immediately recognize the familiar face: of the man who answered the door; and so did the CID officer. Snowy was the naked man that answer the door.
Anyone who knows Snowy, knew Snowy was a vagabond and was always in entanglement with the law.
The CID officer: "Snowy what he is doing here?
Snowy: I came to spend the evening with his girlfriend.
The CID officer: where is the lady who lives in this apartment.
Snowy: "She is in the bedroom relaxing," Snowy confidentiality replied.
CID officer: tell her the police is here and we will like to speak with her.
All this time Snowy was still naked and took up a position in from of the corridor that led to the bedroom. Also, the three police officers, were in the house, but we stood in front of the door that led into the apartment.
Then Snowy emerged from behind the corridor with a beautiful naked Indian lady, which he held extremely close to him. The lady was asked basic questions to find out, if she was in any danger, the lady answered all of the questions in the affirmative, clearing Snowy of any wrong doing.
Although the lady answered the questions, she did not really answer any of the questions. She shocked her head yes and or no, her lips moved in a manner that qualified the head movement, but no word came from her mouth. Now Snowy began to accused the police of interrupting his evening.
The CID officer and his female companion were satisfied, this incident did not required police intervention. I was somewhat convinced like my two colleagues were, but something was wrong, I did not know what was wrong. But something with this scenario did not sit well with me.
By this time both my colleagues, excused themselves and went back to the police vehicle and took up their place in the vehicle. I stood in front of the door of the apartment still on the inside of the rented dwelling, trying to figure out what was wrong with the picture, I now looked at. On hindsight, I could see several things that were wrong, with the picture that stood before me, in the rented apartment, but in the moment, when it counted; I drew a blank.
I stood there never taking my eyes off the nude couple, I knew I was missing something that was so obvious. I also knew, I could not stay in the rented apartment all night, becoming a nuisance to the couple. I then took two steps backwards, I then turned my body; as if I was turning to leave but my head and eyes remained fixed on the nude couple.
When I turned as if I was about to leave, still observing the couple, I noticed something I did not noticed before. For the first time since, the Tennant of the rented ground floor apartment, came face to face with the police; she exhibited fear.
The lady's eyes opened wide and terror discolored her face, her mouth also fell open, every drip of hope, she had; when the police came, to her aid, was snatched away from her, when I turned away.
I used this as an impetus to call the CID officer whom I knew quite well and by name. I said to him, come and properly deal with this report. I get the impression the young C.I.D officer, who was my senior, was not fully convinced all was well in the rented apartment.
On my request, the CID officer and the female police officer run back to the apartment, when the CID officer, got into the apartment, I told him what I noticed, then he said; using a firm commanding voice: "Snowy let her go."
As soon as the beautiful Indian lady heard, the serious command, which came from my colleagues' mouth, the lady broke free from Snowy's hold and ran a crossed the room, she bypassed the female police officer, and she ran directly into my arms. Her nude body glued to mine; a perfect fit, as both of her arms encircled my waist, in a tight grip; as the right side of her face pressed firmly into my chest.
I felt the rapid pounding of her heart as it beat. Its strong, rapid and heavy beat, gives the impression, her heart was trying to leap out of her chest. Her heavy breathing could be distinctly heard and I felt the rise and fall of her chest, that accommodated her breathing.
I could also feel the heavy shaking of her naked body, as it trembled in a lopsided embrace. The beautiful lady has found the sense of security she needed, glued to my firm, strong and erect body and my presence represented a place of safety; and rightfully so.
My hand hung by my side, I refused to touch the beautiful, naked woman; who was now glued to me and occupied my presence. If I held her in my arms, for that brief moment, at this stage, it would have been the right thing to do; but I could not bring myself to hold her; because it felt wrong. I experienced a level of discomfort with the situation, I found myself in. I was put on the spot. May be if there were two layers of clothing between the woman and I, it would have been different.
I carefully and gently peal the sobbing woman off of my person and I motioned with my head, to the female police officer to come; which she did. I then handed her over to the female police officer, who held her, in the manner that would help bring some level of comfort, which would help in her recovery from the Trauma she had just experienced.
She stood naked in my presence, her nude body, was now glued to mine; it was a perfect fit, as both of her arms encircled my waist, in a tight grip; as the right side of her face pressed firmly into my chest.
I felt the rapid pounding of her heart as it beat. Its strong, rapid and heavy beat gave the impression, her heart was trying, to leap out of her chest. Her heavy breathing, could be distinctly heard and I felt the rise and fall of her chest, which accommodated her breathing. I could also feel the heavy shaking of her naked body, as it trembled in a lopsided embrace.
The beautiful lady found the sense of security she needed, glued to my firm, strong and erect body and my presence represented a place of safety for her; and rightfully so.
My hand hung by my side, I refused to touch the beautiful, naked woman, who was now glued to me and occupied my presence. If I held her in my arms, for that brief moment, at this point, it would have been the right thing to do; but I could not bring myself to hold her; because it felt wrong.
Not because I was angry, with the woman or because I hate her, but because I experienced a level of discomfort with the situation, I found myself in; I was put on the spot. Maybe if there were two layers of clothing between the woman and I, it would have been different. How did I find myself in such an awkward situation, You may ask. Let me tell you how.
It all started, while I was on duty at Central Police Station, in Kingstown, St. Vincent and the Grenadines. I was urgently summoned to the station's office by Corporal (Cpl.) Evans. Cpl. Evans informed me, there was a report of screams that came from an apartment in Arnos Vale, in the road opposite Woods Tyre Shop.
Cpl. Even said to me, Mr. Quow called and instructed him, to send me to Calliaqua Police Station, to pick up the CID personnel, to go and deal with the matter. This incident was in the Calliaqua Police District.
I must say here, there is no lawful jurisdictional district in St. Vincent and the Grenadines, however the policing districts are their for management purposes. The members of the Royal St. Vincent Police Force: has the powers of arrest, in St. Vincent and all the island, that makes up St. Vincent and the Grenadines.
At the time I was given this instructions, the ten to six (10:00 PM to 6:00 AM) beat and patrol team, that patrolled Kingstown, was being parade in the yard at Central Police Station. In that lineup there were two senior constables: Letson Seaton, and Nero. These were two highly intelligent, intense and courage police officers.
I have seen first hand and I knew what Seaton could do. Seaton was the officer who within four hours; of working with him, shaped and fashioned the way I policed, throughout my policing career. I knew, with these two guys, together, there was no incident we will not be able to resolve.
I said Cpl. Evans, "this is a waste of time, and resources, if there is someone in distress, why would you have me drive passed the incident, which is about two and a half miles along the road way, proceed another, two and a half miles to Calliaqua Police Station, to pick up two police officers and return to the incident. When you have two bad-ass police officers, in the person of Seaton and Nero available right here right now.
These two men were experienced police officers; with a wealth of police knowledge and experience. I said to the Cpl. "Cpl. Evans, I know what Seaton can do. This doesn't make any sense."
Cpl. Evans replied to me, "this is what the officer say. I am only following instructions." "I said to the Cpl. That is why you are a Cpl. of police; the authorities know you are responsible and can make responsible decisions, you should make this call right here right now". Cpl. Evans insisted, he said: "I am follow the instructions as it came from the Superintendent Osborne Quow."
I understood the seriousness of my responsibility as a police officer, and I took my responsibility serious. Silly things like this, got me pretty worked up. But being a mere constable; I had no power to change anything but to do as I was told. Follow the instructions of my senior and Cpl. Evans was my senior.
However, I knew someone was in distress, who was in distress, I did not know, what was the nature of their distress; I did not know. My only concern was to get to the scene as soon as possible; to bring some form of relief to the person, from whatever distressed they were confronted with.
I could not help but to say to myself, how could these people be so irresponsible, This was disturbing on many levels. As a result, I drove the police vehicle, like it was an airplane; in my mind, there was someone who needed me to. I got to Calliaqua in very little time. Even the two police officers were surprised I got there so quickly. When I saw the two police officers, I was sent to pick up; to deal with the incident, I began to fume. However, I held my peace.
With the same level of urgency I got to Calliaqua, it was with the same level of urgency I drove back to Arnos Vale with. I drove at such high speed, the male police who was assigned to CID, who sat in the pinion driver seat, held onto the dashboard of the vehicle to brace himself as the female police officer braced herself by wedging her knees into the back of the seat in front of her.
When we got to the scene of the incident, I was still angry, about everything, I decided, I am not getting out of the vehicle, then I was reminded, the possible victim had nothing to do, with the poor police administration and the assignment of the force's personnel. So I accompanied the two officers from the Calliaqua Police Station, to deal with the incident.
We were met by the landlady, the person who made the report. She met us at the gate and directed us to the place from which, she heard the screams. The landlady also informed us of why she called.
She rented the ground floor of her house, to an Indian lady, who worked with the United Nations and was on assignment in St. Vincent and the Grenadines, and attached to the Agriculture Department on an UN sponsored program. It is not customary, for the young lady to have guess, at her apartment, because she was new here and she didn't know anyone. However, tonight screams were heard coming from her ground floor apartment, then the screams stopped suddenly. The landlady also told us of her failed efforts, to contact her Tennant.
I stood in the background, while the two police officer from the Calliaqua Police Station, dealt with the issues. The C.I.D officer began to knock on the door, I said to him, don't knock on the door, you are not a visitor. Pound on the door and let whoever is inside know the police is out here and instructed them to open the door.
When the C.I.D officer followed my suggestion, the door was opened by a naked male. I immediately recognize the familiar face: of the man who answered the door; and so did the CID officer. Snowy was the naked man that answer the door.
Anyone who knows Snowy, knew Snowy was a vagabond and was always in entanglement with the law.
The CID officer: "Snowy what he is doing here?
Snowy: I came to spend the evening with his girlfriend.
The CID officer: where is the lady who lives in this apartment.
Snowy: "She is in the bedroom relaxing," Snowy confidentiality replied.
CID officer: tell her the police is here and we will like to speak with her.
All this time Snowy was still naked and took up a position in from of the corridor that led to the bedroom. Also, the three police officers, were in the house, but we stood in front of the door that led into the apartment.
Then Snowy emerged from behind the corridor with a beautiful naked Indian lady, which he held extremely close to him. The lady was asked basic questions to find out, if she was in any danger, the lady answered all of the questions in the affirmative, clearing Snowy of any wrong doing.
Although the lady answered the questions, she did not really answer any of the questions. She shocked her head yes and or no, her lips moved in a manner that qualified the head movement, but no word came from her mouth. Now Snowy began to accused the police of interrupting his evening.
The CID officer and his female companion were satisfied, this incident did not required police intervention. I was somewhat convinced like my two colleagues were, but something was wrong, I did not know what was wrong. But something with this scenario did not sit well with me.
By this time both my colleagues, excused themselves and went back to the police vehicle and took up their place in the vehicle. I stood in front of the door of the apartment still on the inside of the rented dwelling, trying to figure out what was wrong with the picture, I now looked at. On hindsight, I could see several things that were wrong, with the picture that stood before me, in the rented apartment, but in the moment, when it counted; I drew a blank.
I stood there never taking my eyes off the nude couple, I knew I was missing something that was so obvious. I also knew, I could not stay in the rented apartment all night, becoming a nuisance to the couple. I then took two steps backwards, I then turned my body; as if I was turning to leave but my head and eyes remained fixed on the nude couple.
When I turned as if I was about to leave, still observing the couple, I noticed something I did not noticed before. For the first time since, the Tennant of the rented ground floor apartment, came face to face with the police; she exhibited fear.
The lady's eyes opened wide and terror discolored her face, her mouth also fell open, every drip of hope, she had; when the police came, to her aid, was snatched away from her, when I turned away.
I used this as an impetus to call the CID officer whom I knew quite well and by name. I said to him, come and properly deal with this report. I get the impression the young C.I.D officer, who was my senior, was not fully convinced all was well in the rented apartment.
On my request, the CID officer and the female police officer run back to the apartment, when the CID officer, got into the apartment, I told him what I noticed, then he said; using a firm commanding voice: "Snowy let her go."
As soon as the beautiful Indian lady heard, the serious command, which came from my colleagues' mouth, the lady broke free from Snowy's hold and ran a crossed the room, she bypassed the female police officer, and she ran directly into my arms. Her nude body glued to mine; a perfect fit, as both of her arms encircled my waist, in a tight grip; as the right side of her face pressed firmly into my chest.
I felt the rapid pounding of her heart as it beat. Its strong, rapid and heavy beat, gives the impression, her heart was trying to leap out of her chest. Her heavy breathing could be distinctly heard and I felt the rise and fall of her chest, that accommodated her breathing.
I could also feel the heavy shaking of her naked body, as it trembled in a lopsided embrace. The beautiful lady has found the sense of security she needed, glued to my firm, strong and erect body and my presence represented a place of safety; and rightfully so.
My hand hung by my side, I refused to touch the beautiful, naked woman; who was now glued to me and occupied my presence. If I held her in my arms, for that brief moment, at this stage, it would have been the right thing to do; but I could not bring myself to hold her; because it felt wrong. I experienced a level of discomfort with the situation, I found myself in. I was put on the spot. May be if there were two layers of clothing between the woman and I, it would have been different.
I carefully and gently peal the sobbing woman off of my person and I motioned with my head, to the female police officer to come; which she did. I then handed her over to the female police officer, who held her, in the manner that would help bring some level of comfort, which would help in her recovery from the Trauma she had just experienced.
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