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Rashid Sr. Riding To The Rescue

Rashid Sr. was fuming as he drove to the precinct, taking those turns in a squeal of rubber. He had been wakened by that call at 3am, his wife handing him the phone with that look of fear he had not seen in years.

"It's Rashid…he's…he's…" she stuttered, holding the receiver away toward his side of the bed, shaking.

But it wasn't Rashid, it was Officer Christoper Koch who gave him the news of his son being held at the precinct. He knew Chris from the last traffic ticket he almost got two years ago while driving through the Park one night with a burntout taillight.

He hadn’t any idea why he was being pulled over and immediately got into a shouting match with that young blond cop. It might have got ugly if Jack Harding hadn't stepped in and cooled everything off.

Rashid and Jack’s friendship went back to High School, carrying on through those years on the Varsity Football team at the local High School.

"Hey Kid, it's alright…I'll take it from here…" Captain Jack Harding announced as he stepped from the patrol car.

With a final long hard look toward Rashid Sr, Officer Koch squared his shoulders and stiffly stomped to their car, standing at attention as he seethed, being outranked again while on patrol.

He liked Jack and always deferred to his judgements as he was just on the force, still too "by the book”, and those times the need to step in still drove Jack a bit crazy, leading to long rambling conversations as they patrolled Town.

Jack sometimes felt he was raising a child, having to point out those shades of gray not colored in, those round holes unable to accommodate the square attitudes particularly after all that lubrication at those those local bars, the simple addition of the presence of their squad car often enough to make the Town locals finish the equation and feel more secure, more aware of their own actions and the consequences.

Chris had to wonder whose benefit these rambling discussions were for, as they rarely discussed Police procedures, most talks focusing on the locals, their families and just how lucky everyone was to have this hamlet as their home base.

It would take time to get this blond boy to back off that knee-jerk militaristic, straight-back training he carried over from his stint in the Marines directly onto the Police Academy.

Jack knew it had all began at home, knew it was a response to those free flowing rages his father Charlie had been capable of, had sometimes been subject to or on the receiving end on display during the frequent sex scenes with his cousin Kurt at those No Tell Motels peppered between Town and Boston along Highway Nine .

What Christopher Koch lacked in subtlety was more than compensated by his cookie-cutter cute All-American Boy image, all blue eyes and square jaw. It was just as well Officer Harding was getting that unfettered sex play from his cousin Kurt, the darker flip side of that same coin, otherwise he might let some hint slip as to his own interest.

It was just that the boy-next-door image worked better on the women in Town, and Christopher had some living to do before shedding that tight ass attitude when it came to being an officer of the law in this small Town of blue collar types and families reaching back several generations.

It didn't help that Chris’s daddy had been an asshole of major proportion and lived in the glow of his son's Marine uniform. The only uniform his dad Charlie wore was in High School, until they took it away after that scandal with those cheerleaders.

Only the Varsity Football team knew about all those other family scandals, about Richard Meyers leaving that team after the gang rape that his cousin Kurt had initiated.

It was only when Kurt seemed destined to follow in the family misfortune and married that underage pregnant cheerleader that he didn't get to wear black and white prison stripes for statutory rape.

Jack knew not to ask about his upbringing as Chris would only mention his Mom. Respect for women mattered to Jack, he just wished he wouldn't take out his hatred for his Dad on every person who crossed their path. Since Charlie had died just two years ago in that Highway Nine accident while drunk there would never be a chance to address any of those long simmering grievances.

"Now Rush, what are you doing out so late…" Jack asked, slowly strolling to the driver's side, ready to defuse the situation.

Using that nickname from all those years together on the HS Football team quickly dissipated the black mood that had swept in like a summer squall and Rashid Sr. just smiled as he came near.

He always liked Jack, he had even forgiven him for his part in that locker room scene. As he clearly remembered, it was Kurt Kowalski who was to blame for that whole post-game scene.

Jack had been there, had watched the whole scene unfold, who had stood off to the side watching at the door just out of the circle of teammates as they raped Richard, it was Jack who called the warning that Coach was coming before they had dragged Richard to the showers for a second round.

It was that night that he earned his nickname "Jack" as he wanked his white pencil dick the whole time, never taking his eyes off that action.

"Damn Jack, ain't you and that brush-cut boyo got nothin' better to do 'sides hide in the bushes" Rashid joked, as he walked toward him.

He had said it loud enough to piss off the kid, but he respected that Chris had joined the Marines and was now an upstanding citizen in this small community that had it's share of troubles.

His own son was the reason Rashid needed to get home quick, to be sure he didn't slip out the door after dinner to hang with those low-life boyos from out of Town. The fact that Chris Koch had managed to be a better person than his own Daddy, even his own cousin, was a lesson he wished he would be able to share with his own son, but he was sworn to secrecy.

"So get that tail light fixed and we won't have to dog your ass Rush, unless you want us to…" he said as he winked, knowing that Rashid would understand that reference.

Jack knew it was Rashid who came to Richard's rescue during that rape, in those last month's of Senior Year after that evening covering his back in school against blowback from the teammates . He shut down any bullying, shutting Kurt out from taking any role in leading that team, winning his own MVP Award for his impressive play on that Defensive line.

It was Jack who found out about Kowalski and the after-hours hustle he was running on the gay men cruising in the Park toilet late at night, even as a teenager. If he hadn't gotten that picture of Kowalski being blown in the Park t-room early one Summer night, threatening to expose him, who knows what may have happened.

As it was, Jack now got steady cum deliveries and Kowalski had a sex starved slave slut to feed his big uncut Polish dick on demand. No one was the wiser and Kowalski got to work both sides of the street, without the fear of being found in that Park toilet, or at least not as frequently.

Jack Harding had gotten good commendations, and eventual promotion to Sheriff, when he found himself on the receiving end of an Inspector’s dick passing through Town from Boston, thanks to some quick thinking by Kowalski one night in that same Park toilet, and now was in charge of patrolling his hometown.

A faggot cop with a stud puppet partner whose assumed responsibility, mentioned only behind closed doors between Jack and that Captain, was to entrap careless men from out of Town stopping into that Park toilet to get their rocks off.

It was a good thing Chris was straight, and way too uptight, to be helpful and hands on, preferring to hide in their patrol car as Jack patrolled that toilet.

Damn, if this set up wasn’t just good to be true. The locals were less likely to be outed for their late night ramblings for a quickie, those out-of-Town visitors scared silly by that threat of exposure and Jack keeping tabs on all the options for future trade-offs and any needed action.

"If'n you let me go dis time Off’sa, I's promise to be a good citzen…Sur…" Rashid joked, and they both burst out laughing as Chris stood at the patrol car stock still, wondering what was so funny.

Tonight, all these years later as Rashid Sr. took that last turn out of the Park roads, he was seeing stars, smashing his hand against the steering wheel.

Fuck, he didn't know what Rashid Jr. was up to this time, but he wasn't on the streets after midnight being a good citizen. Otherwise he wouldn't be at the Precinct, cooling his heels in a cell, saved from some serious charges only because of his Dad's long standing friendship with Captain Jack Harding.

Damn, he couldn't get it through his head why his son wasn't more like his cousin Dwayne.

To Be Continued.