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Date: 2/20/2016, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

woman. You do understand that we can’t just accept what she says in circumstances such as these?” Professor Evans felt his heart sink again. This was bad, really bad. He came to a little when PC Whippy produced a pair of white gloves from her pocket. The latex snapped loudly as she pulled them on. “Now, sir, I’m obliged to ask you to drop your trousers and underpants, sir.” “What?” he exclaimed, suddenly regaining his old sense of indignation. “This is outrageous.” “I’m sorry, sir,” PC Whippy said calmly. “But you must understand that as an officer present at a suspected crime scene, I am obliged to investigate.” “Oh for heaven’s sake,” Professor Evans shot back. “I called you, remember? To report a suspected crime. You really don’t think I’m stupid enough to allow myself to be caught in flagrante , as it were at the exact time I’ve agreed with you?” “That’s not for me to say, sir,” PC Whippy replied. “But I am obliged to check for evidence of sexual activity.” That made Professor Evans go hot all over. The memory of what had happened in the disabled toilet flooded over him. Of course there were signs of sexual activity, there must be, however minute. He tried to calm himself. “Well this is awkward,” he said. “Why’s that, sir?” “Well, I… erm… I’m involved in an affair,” he lied. “At work. A married woman. This afternoon, we… I’m sure you understand, Constable.” PC Whippy gave him the kind of look that said she didn’t understand at all, and indeed thought he was a big fat ... liar. Then she turned to Anthea. “I’m sorry to have to ask this of you, miss, but if the Professor can’t be examined, I’m going to have to ask you to remove the rest of your clothes.” “What?” Professor Evans exclaimed. “You can’t do that! It’s… It’s…” But Anthea was already wrestling her skirt and leggings off, with indecent haste for such a shy girl. “I’m sorry, sir,” PC Whippy said. “But if it’s pointless examining you, then I need to examine the girl. It’s standard procedure.” She turned to Anthea. “If you’ll just lean back and spread your legs, dear.” Anthea complied instantly. Professor Evans made a conscious effort to look away. It felt as if his head was about to explode. To be sure he had no real knowledge of police procedure, but he felt sure this was wrong; very wrong. PC Whippy was moving across to Anthea, and now Professor Evans couldn’t help but look. “Open your mouth dear,” the Constable said, before leaning in. She put her face up close to the girl and sniffed. “Well, there’s no scent of semen on your breath, but the alcohol could have obliterated that. Stick your tongue out.“ Anthea complied. PC Whippy seemed to be examining the tongue closely, then she used her white, gloved fingers to force the girl’s mouth open a little more, until she seemed satisfied. “No sign of semen in mouth,” she decided. Then looking down the girl’s body, “No visible signs of semen on body.” “Well that settles it then, doesn’t it?” Professor Evans said. “Not so fast,” PC Whippy said, ...