Chapter 2

... ‘Probationary’ Constable Deanna Campbell (2)

Sergeant Evonne Galloway appeared in the doorway.

She had seen it all. But, she said nothing. Nor did the look on her face betray what she’d witnessed.

Evonne Michelle Galloway had waited patiently until ‘Probationary’ Constable Deanna Campbell and Constable Roberta Marshall had finished their kiss before making an appearance,

“Sarge...?” sighed Roberta.

“Well, I think it’s time we had a coffee?” Evonne suggested, folding her arms.

“That was my fault, Sergeant Galloway – I was talking with Constable Marshall you see?” Deanna said,

“Roberta can be quite distracting, can’t she, Deanna?” joked the older policewoman. Deanna blushed.

“Coffee huh...?” queried Roberta with a knowing smile.

Evonne had caught them kissing, of that she was quite certain,

“Would you prefer something a little stronger, Sergeant Galloway?” Roberta now asked.

Evonne tugged at the sleeve of her shirt.

“What did you have in mind, Roberta...?”

“I could do with a ‘fix’...?” confessed the brunette policewoman, turning to face Evonne.

Deanna bit her lip. It seemed incredulous that Roberta was suggesting they ‘snort’ cocaine...?

“You still have that cocaine then Sarge?” Roberta enquired, her shirt unbuttoned almost to her waist...

“Maybe some of that ‘Red Label’ you have in your desk too – just to wash it down...?”

Evonne raised an eyebrow.

Deanna remained silent. Still incapable of believing what she was seeing and hearing,

“I think we deserve to have a little ‘fun’ tonight, don’t you?” Roberta added.

“Sarge...?” Deanna whispered. She wasn’t quite sure just what to say to Sergeant Galloway...?

“I hope,” Evonne replied, “I haven’t interrupted anything, Constable Marshall?”

The older policewoman hesitated. She cleared her throat and turned to the hermaphrodite,

“Constable Campbell...?”

“Not at all, Sergeant Galloway?” Deanna replied unconvincingly, sitting down beside Roberta on the edge of the large desk.

“You were bound to find out anyway...?” Roberta sighed. Deanna uttered a gasp.

“I really should be doing something ‘bout this, Constable Marshall?” teased Evonne,

“Constable Campbell...?”

“But...?” protested Deanna, still not quite sure about what was happening?

“You should...?” suggested Roberta.

“R-Roberta...?” Deanna protested.

Saying nothing more for the moment, Roberta began to slowly trace the ‘Victoria police’ shoulder patch on the hermaphrodite’s shirtsleeve with her fingertip.

“You really don’t mind, Sarge?”

Evonne shook her head slowly,

“But,” Deanna now asked, “I rather think that you’d prefer a drink, Sergeant Galloway?”

Evonne nodded.

Deanna breathed a sigh of relief – Roberta stifled a laugh...

“Maybe a little ‘coke’ too...” she teased in a whisper – the hermaphrodite bit her lip.

It was no secret that Sergeant Evonne Galloway used cocaine. Certainly not to Roberta.

And now, Deanna knew too. Both young policewomen had seen the thirty year old blonde ‘snorting’ a line in the Sergeants Office an hour or so earlier...

“It’s almost the end of our shift, Sarge?”

The smile disappeared from Evonne’s face.

She bit her lip. She wanted to say something, but did not yet know what...?

Evonne felt guilty. She had treated the young blonde hermaphrodite rather badly since ‘Probationary’ Constable Deanna Campbell’s arrival at the Glenbervie Police Station – the entire policewoman had, except for Roberta. They had refused to share the Ladies Loo with her. And, they had banished her to the small toilet upstairs.

.But what now seemed to concern Sergeant Evonne Galloway, was the somewhat unexpected feelings of jealousy that she now felt - her skin tingled beneath the crisp pale-blue fabric of her short-sleeved policewoman’s uniform shirt as she watched Deanna and Roberta now kiss again,

“I owe you an apology, Deanna...” the older policewoman whispered after a moment’s hesitation.

Deanna’s lips fell away from those of Roberta. She uttered another muffled sigh.

“I was wrong about you, Constable Campbell – for that I am sorry, you know...?”

The thirty year old blonde had treated ‘Probationary’ Constable Deanna Campbell with disdain.

Most everybody had in the Victoria Police. Constable Roberta Marshall was the sole exception,

“I have been a bit of a ‘bitch’ to you, Deanna...?” confessed Evonne apologetically.

Deanna opened her mouth to respond, but words failed her. Evonne cleared her throat again.

There had been ‘trouble’ at the Brunswick Police Station with ‘Trainer’ Constable Deanna Marshall - policewomen unhappy to be sharing the Ladies Loo with the young hermaphrodite as well. And that had also happened at Glenbervie. Deanna was despised by her new ‘male’ colleagues. That had been expected. But, she was also being treated with contempt by her ‘female’ colleagues too.

Sergeant Evonne Galloway too, had been uneasy about sharing the Female Toilets with ‘Probationary’ Constable Deanna Campbell, but had stopped short of lodging any formal complaint because of both the 1977 ‘Equal Opportunities’ Act and the sexism that prevailed within the Victoria Police.

Evonne had been astute enough to recognise that the young blonde hermaphrodite was the new ‘Poster Girl’ for the Victoria Police and thus, was subject to much scrutiny and publicity – the last thing the thirty year old Divorcee wanted was to become embroiled in any ‘Sexual Politics’ after her recent promotion. Remarkably though, her attitude had changed quite dramatically in the last few hours.

Nonetheless, her tacit admission had caught both Deanna and Roberta by surprise.

Evonne could be a little too self-confident for her own good. The older policewoman was often brusque and arrogant – though articulate and quick-witted, not everybody appreciated her,

“S-Sarge...” queried Deanna, standing up – Evonne bit her lip again.

She tried to look away from ‘Probationary’ Constable Deanna Campbell.

Attempting to avoid eye contact with the hermaphrodite, she stared at the other young policewoman’s unbuttoned uniform shirt,

“You’re a very competent and professional police officer, Constable Marshall...” she assured Deanna.

Deanna glanced at Roberta,.

“I hope you will forgive me?”

“I told you,” hissed Roberta in reply, “You don’t have to be a ‘bitch’ all the time, Evonne?”

“Roberta...” scolded Deanna. The young brunette policewoman shrugged but said nothing,

“Forget it, Sergeant Galloway...?” the young hermaphrodite then whispered reassuringly, moving between Roberta and Evonne...