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assignment.”
    “Oh God, what now? Please don’t tell me it has anything to do with a gay bar!”
    “Not this time honey. Hank and I are going hooker huntin’ on the streets of College Park!”
    “You’re kidding, right?”
    “Nope. We’re assigned to Vice and Homicide and our first assignment is hooker patrol. Now let me go get dressed as hooker bait, okay?” Pat said with a smile as he ran up the stairs to the bedroom.
    Once there, he tried to think how best to present himself. He took off all his clothes and slipped the jeans on, and chose a green polo. When he walked in front of the mirror, he realized there was no way he could go out the front door of the house dressed like this let alone into the police station. His endowment hung down the left side of his jeans giving ample evidence that he was indeed male.
    Just as Hank decided that underwear was required, Dean came into the bedroom to ask if he wanted something quick to eat. Dean’s eyes dropped to Pat’s package and he said, “Oh my God, you’re not going out like that, are you?”
    “No, just decided that would not happen,” Pat said as he pulled his jeans off. He opened a drawer, took out a pair of gray Calvin Klein Boxer Briefs and slipped them on under the jeans. Now, instead of a snake going down his leg, he had a nice bulge going on. Much more suitable for the task.
    “This okay, sugar butt?” Pat asked with a smile.
    “Well, it’s still too revealing as far as I’m concerned, but it’s an improvement. I guess it’s all right.”
    Pat looked himself over in the mirror one more time and approved. He went to the bedside table and opened the drawer. Inside, was a small .38 that he slipped into his waistband on his right hip. He pulled the polo down over it and concealing the fact that he was carrying a weapon.
    He went down stairs and found Dean waiting with a steak sandwich for him. Hank ate it gratefully, kissed his lover and returned to the station for the mic that he would be wearing.
    As he walked into the detective bureau, catcalls and whistles greeted his arrival. “Damn, boy, how can you even walk in those jeans?” one jealous detective shouted out. Pat ignored them and grabbed a cup of coffee while he waited for Hank.
    Before long, Hank arrived and while his wardrobe was not as “enticing” as Pat’s, he looked pretty damned good. He walked over to where Pat was sitting and sat down on the corner of the desk.
    “I almost didn’t get out of the house; Shawn was all over me when I took off my uniform. He wanted a quickie before I left, but I got out of it. With Shawn, I would rather not have sex at all if I have to hurry it. When he gets home at six tomorrow morning, then I’ll take care of business.
    “Okay guys, let’s get you rigged up with the wires,” the sergeant said.
    Once they were fitted with the equipment, they had one final operational meeting and then they left the Hyattsville station. The arrest team traveled in one car, and Pat and Hank took their own car. They parked three blocks from where they would be working and walked to the area.
    Since they hadn’t turned on the mics yet, they were free to talk.
    “This really cracks me up, Pat,” Hank said.
    “Why’s that?”
    “The cases that got us this promotion were gay victim crimes, and now we’re working our first case as detectives, and what are we doing? Trawling for hookers!” Hank said with a laugh. Pat smiled.
    “Hey that could be a new reality television series: Trawling for Hookers with your hosts, Pat and Hank!”
    They both chuckled as they neared the starting point of the operation.
    “Okay, how do you want to do this? Should we split up, or do the frat buddies routine?” Hank asked.
    “Let’s do the frat buddy bit,” Pat replied.
    “Okay, let’s turn on the mics and get to work.”
    It was just after eight-thirty in the evening and now that fall had arrived, it was dark by that time. The temperature also began to drop, which was