Date: Sun, 2 May 2004 17:01:51 EDT From: KissAndCuddleGem@aol.com Subject: POP FINDS A WAY (INSTALLMENT 11) This story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. Moreover, none of the actions of the characters in this story is presented with the intent to condone, approve, or sanction their behavior. If it is illegal for you to read the material in this story for any reason whatsoever, including but not limited to you not being of legal age, or, if the content of this story is to the best of your knowledge and belief unlawful in your particular jurisdiction, please read no further and close the part(s) of my story that appear onscreen immediately. The above-expressed disclaimer also does apply to any and all installments of this story, including those, if any, following this installment. All questions and/or comments with regard to this story, my fourth story and series for Nifty, are most welcome; and, if you wish to contact me, please feel free to email me at: KissAndCuddleGem@AOL.COM; and I will most definitely respond to email, as appropriate. I was still holding my breath when I heard the handle on my door being turned. There was no need to even look toward the doorway, as I knew very well who was entering. I no longer had a definitive sense of my identity, I felt as if I were a mouse in a maze docilely roaming about and going after the cheese. "Well, look at what we have here, I see you're all ready for inspection, Jerry.", a smiling Pop crooned, interrupting my thoughts. I just nodded casually in response, afraid that if I turned toward Pop, he would see right away that I was unmistakably fully hard. Nothing going through my mind seemed to be doing anything about my unexpected hardon. Then Pop really surprised me with this: "Turn around, Jerry, I'll be....uhm....'inspecting' the front first. After all, you know I always prefer to do things in order." I can only imagine how ridiculously slow I was turning around, at least from Pop's perspective. Yet I was so panic-stricken as to how Pop would react to my hardon. Of course I could not avoid the inevitable. Upon being fully turned around, I was looking straight ahead right into Pop's eyes. Pop's eyes widened, I averted mine, though, strangely, I was not at all flustered as I expected myself to be. "Do you like what you see, Pop?", I volunteered, after a few of the longest moments of utter silence I ever have endured. Pop's face turned crimson; and I began to wonder if my choice of words had been unwise. "Yes, as a matter of fact I do, very much so." "Well, Pop, I am all yours, inspect away." I certainly was not big in "that department", no more than about five inches fully hard actually. Yet, even so, there was this confidence that I guess must have been gradually building up within me; and, for whatever reason or reasons, surfacing now. I realized that, to Pop's ears, I probably came off as saucy and disrespectful. Pop took a step forward, so that we were about only less than a foot apart. He placed his right palm on my upper right chest and began to gently caress me, my nipple in between. Then the doorbell rang; and, before I had a chance to say anything, Pop ran out of the room and down the stairs to see who was at the door. Something in Pop's manner gave me the distinct impression that he was not expecting anyone. My curiosity was very much peaked, well, that, among...ehr...other things. Within seconds Pop was standing at the front door, squinting through the peephole and hastily tying his robe haphazardly thrown on. what he unmistakably recognized as a badge, all golden and shiny in the sun, he immediately unlocked and flung open the door. "Is there a probem, Officer?" The policeman, an average-height gent with a moderately muscular build and red hair and blue eyes, strolled in as if without a care in the world. Playfully patting Pop's tummy, he winked at Pop; and uttered: "Well, that all depends. I suggest that we take this into the living room and see just what we can...uhm...work out." Through a crack in my almost completely closed bedroom door, I had witnessed the scene taking place below. I wondered if we were in trouble, the police officer looked familiar to me from the neighborhood; and I was almost certain that he was no phony. It was a shock to see a policeman all of a sudden like that. I prayed that I would not be spending the night in "the slammer"; and, unexpectedly, at that very moment, Pop's plans for me this eve seemed more inviting than that alternative.