“Cops do this every day, rifling closets and digging through your dildo drawer.”

“Do not rummage through your thought’s drawer because you will be ever more disorientated than they are.”

“...Jake, a homosexual cop buried so deep in the closet he didn't know where to look for himself.”

“I laughed and it almost felt good. "Is that a dig at my liquor cabinet?"Cam smiled. "That wasn't liquor, it was swill. And that wasn't a cabinet, it was a drawer.”

“Wear that," he told me.I didn't protest. It was comfortable enough.I grabbed a bra and some panties out of my dresser.He followed me there, digging through the drawer without asking."Nice," he said."I ordered you a few dozen more pairs. The last line of defensebetween me and your pussy is bound to take some casualties.”

“She shook her head slowly. “I don’t believe you. You can’t be a cop.”“Not a cop.”“Federal agent?”“FBI.”“Even more unlikely.”“J. Edgar rolls over in his grave every day, but that’s the way it is.”