“Speed is of the essence,” Inspector Head insisted. “Yes,” said WPC Sharon Masters, “Can I help you sir?”
“Do you do pictures?” he asked, “And videos?”
“Yes sir, I’m Sharon, what sort would you like only I’m only fourteen and I’m not sure if I’m allowed to sell pictures of little girls,” she said, “Usually I talk to gentlemen and tell them my pussy is all lonely without a big fat juicy cock in it.”
“I’m afraid I’m into little boys really,” the Pedo continued, “Pre pubescent really eight or nine, do you have any videos of little boys being fucked by animals.”
“Oh yes sir, lots sir, little boys with big cocks in their asses and mouths and animals, dogs and horses sir, all fucking them really hard, I like being fucked up the ass by a big hairy Rotweiller sir, do you?”
“Burrrrrpppppp,” went the phone as the Pedo rang off, “Did you get his number?” Inspector Richard Head of the Weatherfield and Salford Constabulary asked. “Hello, I’m Sharon and I’m fourteen and I am really horny and I’ve taken all my clothes off and I’m lying in my bed dreaming of you and wanking myself with three fingers deep inside my sopping pussy.”
“Is that Weatherfield Police?” the man asked. “Not fucking yet, come the revolution!” I says and they starts singing “The Red Flag,”
