Chapter 1: Seeing All Those Naked Muscles

As arranged Danny and PC Scott Green met up at Clarkson’s house Thursday afternoon. Danny had arrived early and checked over the house. Nothing had changed since he was there previously. He went through the post, saving a few documents and dumping the rest.

Scott arrived punctually. After showing him the snip on the door, they sat at the table with a coffee. ‘Remember you’re not here as a policeman,’ Danny told him, ‘You are just a person here for me to help in any way that I can. No one will ever hear anything you tell me, not even Sergeant Gately unless you give specific permission.’

‘Remember also, that as far as I am concerned, you are you as you are right this minute. Together we are going to try and make your life ahead better than it might otherwise be. Anything that happened in your life before today is past and gone.’

‘When we delve back into your life and dig it all up, it will only be so that I can get to know you inside out. That is so that I can give you the best possible help that I can. So far all I know about you for certain are three things.

‘That you are a police constable. That Martyn is your friend, and Sergeant Gately thinks very highly of you. I am pretty sure I know a few other things about you too, but that is just my instinct until you feel able to tell me yourself.’

‘Now obviously Martyn’s rape involved sex which we need to discuss. My instinct tells me that there are other problems in your past also connected with sex. So, before we do anything, I’m going to attempt to get you so relaxed, that all those things you are hoping I won’t get to know about, you’ll feel able to tell me all about them yourself easily.’

‘When you leave here, I want you to do so with all your worries and problems dealt with. I can do that, as well as filling in any gaps in your sex education. But I can’t do a thing, unless I have your help. Whether you choose to give me that help is entirely up to you. You won’t be under any pressure.’

‘Your first decision is, do you pack up right now, or do you stop and at least give me a try. I’m going to get up now and go through to the lounge. If you want to leave, you don’t need to say anything, just let yourself out.’

‘If you want to stay, follow me through, take your shoes off and lie down on the settee. Then I’ll tell you what happens next. Remember you can get up and leave anytime you want to without any need to explain why.’

Danny went through to the lounge without looking back. As he reached the end of the settee, he stopped and glanced back. Scott was sitting on the far end of the settee taking his shoes off. He sensed Danny watching him and gave him a smile, then he lay down.

Danny sat at his side and ran through all the details. As soon as he finished explaining, Scott turned over. Danny massaged the back of his head, then as Scott said, ‘Go,’ he massaged down onto his shoulders. ‘How old are you.’ he asked.

‘I’m twenty,’ Scott told him, ‘I’ll be twenty-one in two months’ time.’ ‘How old where you when you decided you wanted to be a policeman?’ Danny asked as he massaged down his back. ‘Not long after my fifteenth birthday.’ Scott told him.

‘I don’t want you to tell me anything about it just yet,’ Danny said, ‘So just answer ‘Yes’ or ‘No’ for now. Was that because of something that happened to you around that time?’ ‘Yes.’ Scott said, wondering how Danny could possibly know, he’d never ever told a soul about it.

‘Thank you.’ Danny said, as he massaged over the back of his trousers. He felt Scott tense up, but he didn’t speak. As he moved down the back of his thighs, Danny asked, ‘Tell me who you live with and what sort of building it is.’

‘I live with my mum and dad,’ Scott told him. ‘I had a few months at police training college, then I was posted away and shared a flat with another bobby for a while. When I managed to get transferred back here, I moved back in with mum and dad.’

‘It’s a two bedroomed house in a row of others the same. Martyn lives next door.’ ‘I assume that as you’ve moved back home you get on well with your mum and dad?’ Danny asked as he reached his feet and started back up.

As he looked at Scott’s back, he decided he was slightly under six feet. He was slim with a good figure but didn’t look particularly muscular. ‘Yes,’ Scott agreed happily. ‘How did you get on with the other boys when you started secondary school?’ Danny asked.

‘Ok generally,’ Scott said, ‘I was very quiet and shy initially, but I think my height stopped me getting picked on. I enjoyed sports, but I didn’t excel at any of them.’ ‘After you decided you wanted to be a policeman,’ Danny asked as he reached the top of his thighs, ‘How did your life change?’

‘Outwardly, it didn’t to start with,’ Scott said, ‘I kept the idea pretty much to myself for quite a while. But soon after I started my last year at school, talk about everyone’s future jobs became more frequent.’

‘Then one day our form master went round the class asking everyone to give him three jobs they would like to do, in order of preference. When he came to me, I told him I wanted to be a policeman. There were a few comments from some of the others in the background, but he was waiting for my other two choices.’

‘I didn’t realise right away why he was just staring at me. Then I clicked and said, ‘I don’t have any others, I want to be a policeman.’ He looked exasperated and said, ‘But what if they don’t want you Scott, what then?’

Danny had massaged over his cheeks without any reaction, although he thought it was probably because he hadn’t realised, having been so involved in his tale. Now he was halfway up his back as Scott continued with his story.

‘A silence descended as everyone waited for me to reply.’ Scott continued, ‘I’ll just keep trying,’ I told him, ‘But I’ve already spoken to them.’ ‘Go on,’ he said looking surprised. ‘I went and asked at the local police station,’ I said.

‘They told me that I couldn’t apply until I was seventeen. Apparently, I can’t officially become a policeman until I am eighteen, but I could start training at seventeen and then do other work at the station in the meantime.’

Danny reached his head, massaged it briefly, took his hands off and said, ‘Turn over.’ As Scott settled on his back, Danny smiled at him. You’re doing fine he said. I’m going to go down your front just the same so carry on with your story.’

As Danny massaged his head Scott resumed, ‘When I told him I’d be almost seventeen by the time I left school anyway, he sent me to see a recruitment sergeant. He was very helpful and took me through a mock interview to see how I would get on. He seemed happy about it. Go,’ he added.’

‘After asking loads of questions, he told me that if I came back and saw him right after my seventeenth birthday, he didn’t see any problem.’ ‘So, what will you do between leaving school and your birthday?’ the form master asked.

As Danny massaged down his chest and onto his solid stomach, he continued, ‘I’ve got a job lined up with a local builder,’ I told him, ‘It’s just labouring, but I thought it might toughen me up in the meantime.’ ‘What did he say to that?’ Danny asked. ‘He congratulated me on getting myself organised and wished me luck. Then he carried on round the class.’

‘How were relations with everyone after that?’ Danny asked. ‘The ones I was friendly with were no different,’ Scott said, ‘But one or two of the more troublesome members of the class certainly seemed more wary of me.’

As Dannys hands moved down over the front of his trousers he tensed up a little but didn’t speak, ‘Tell me about any holidays or sleepovers with other people that you’ve had.’ Danny asked. ‘I’ve never had any,’ Scott said. ‘No particular reason, they just never happened.’

‘The nearest I suppose was when my older cousin Jack came to stay with us for a long weekend and had to share with me.’ ‘How old were you then?’ Danny asked. ‘I was just turned fourteen,’ Scott told him. ‘Jack was about fifteen and a half.’