by Cristiano Caffieri
As a police detective Kate Bowman had been called out to investigate some unusual burglaries. She’d tracked down thieves who had stolen puppies from a pet store, toilet bowls from a bath boutique and a lifetime supply of paper plates and cups from a party store. However, one pleasant sunny morning, when she’d planned to take the day off, she was called out to a downtown s*x emporium.
She expected it would be run by some sleazy little bald guy but it wasn’t, David Bond was a handsome young entrepreneur with a smile that proved dental hygiene could make your panties damp.
“Thank you for coming so quickly,” he greeted her, as she walked among the scattered dildos, handcuffs and bottles of lubricant that littered the floor, “I’m afraid my visitors left quite a mess.”
“Is there anything missing or is this some sort of a revenge attack?”
“You know – a dissatisfied customer or somebody who doesn’t want a s*x shop in the neighborhood.”
“Well, I must admit I can’t swear anything is missing until I’ve cleaned it all up and they did spray F**k You all over my office at the back.”
Kate decided to photograph everything but she couldn’t very well have the scattered inventory dusted for fingerprints, the department budget wouldn’t run to that. She worked her way from the front of the store to the back and there was what he referred to as his office. The word office was misleading, it looked more like a torture chamber. Restraints were hanging from the wall, special chairs to f**k on, swings, Sybian machines and a six-foot-tall penis that she hoped was just for display purposes.