This is my story of an encounter with fellow detective who also revealed herself to be a lesbian.
Willie
I remember when I first laid eyes on Willie. I was in the office one day, when suddenly, everything went quiet. I looked up to see the receptionist escorting a female, across the floor to the Inspector's office.
As she made her way across the floor, every eye was on her and I am sure that every mouth was drooling. Willie was quite tall, slim build and very good looking, with below the shoulder light brown hair. She was dressed in a close fitting long sleeved shirt and a close fitted light brown skirt, which extended to just below the knee.
She emerged, accompanied by the Inspector, some time later and they approached my desk.
"This is Willie, who is joining the squad.. You have a lot on your plate at the moment so I have assigned Willie to assist you," the Inspector said.
We made our introductions and I pulled up a chair for her. We spent some time while I brought her up to date with the investigation and later assigned part of the investigation to her.
I found Willie to be an interesting female. Her full name was Wilhelmina, her family being Dutch. She was 23 years old and a university graduate. With the blessing of the hierarchy, she worked as a part time model, doing runways mainly at shopping malls and photographic work. She said that the pay was not great but she got her clothes sometimes free or heavily discounted.
Willie told me that shortly after she had graduated from the police academy, she had been placed in an undercover role with a model agency during a drug investigation, Apparently her cover was never blown, said that she enjoyed the work and was allowed to continue with the agency, part time. While Willie was working with me, she occasionally liaised with the drug squad.
Sometimes we would go to the office gym together after work. I found that Willie was one very fit girl who knew how to pump the irons. In her everyday dress, Willie looked great but when stripped down in the gym, she was sensational.
I made it a rule that I did not get involved romantically with female workers even though we worked close to each other and for sometimes, very long hours.
Actually, I preferred working with women. There is nothing worse than being stuck in a car with a burping, farting male, stinking from last nights beer binge and wanting to stop at a pub for a heartstarter. (one or more beers which were alleged to clear the cobwebs from the excesses of the previous night)
Although many of the other detectives would have loved to get into her pants, they were reluctant to work with her, preferring to work with another man as being a more reliable backup. We are constantly knocking on doors where we are not aware of who was behind the door and how they might react. I have on previous occasions, been pleasantly surprised by the aggressive reaction by female police, in some cases, more than I would expect from a male officer.
Approximately a month after I commenced working with Willie, we called at a house, early one morning and caught our suspect at home. It involved a fraud matter and I did not expect any aggression from him. From experience, I have usually allowed a prisoner some respect, allowing him to dress in a suit if he desires and not handcuff him in front of his family.
I have found that it pays dividends in the long run as I have retained a form of friendship with some offenders, even though they may have got some gaol time. Offenders sometimes experience a sense of relief when they get caught as they may have been looking over their shoulder for some time and it plays havoc with their mind.
I did so in this case and so we commenced to leave the house with everybody remaining calm. Willie preceded the prisoner out the front door and I followed him. As I was passing through the iron security door, the prisoner swung it sharply, jamming my right wrist. At the same time, he launched a punch at Willie, after which, he took off up the road.
Willie regained her feet and took off after the prisoner, catching up with him within ten metres and grabbing him by the collar. With that, he turned and attempted to throw a punch at Willie. She reacted by kicking him in the balls which knocked the stuffing and fight out of him. I might add that it also caused my eyes to water.
Willie flipped him on to his front and had him handcuffed before he could recover.
"Did you see the bastard punch me in the chest."
I then heard the screaming of his wife and two children who had been watching the departure from the front window. We got out of there as quickly as possible.
Back in the office, when word of Willie's arrest got around, she was greeted with a healthy respect.
We had been working together for about six months when we were required to follow up an investigation at a location about 200kms away. It would take a day, requiring us to stay overnight. We left early in the morning and worked throughout the day, making our enquiries. The day turned out to be a real scorcher, close to 40 degrees. During the day, there had been warnings over the radio of potential brownouts, due to the higher demand for electricity by people, running air conditioners, attempting to stay cool.
When we booked into a motel about 5.00pm, the power was off. Willie asked, "Are we sharing?"
I had no problem with that. During the six months we had been working together, I had never made a pass at her and our relationship was more like brother and sister. When we worked away from our base, we were given an allowance and would usually share a room, saving $30 to $40 each. However we usually worked as an all male team.
We dropped off our bags and started looking for a restaurant that was open. I suggested a Chinese as they usually cooked with gas, which proved to be correct. We had a great, candle lit meal together before making our way back to the motel. By this time, darkness had fallen and the electric power was still out.
