Clancy opened his hands and lifted them as if grasping something. “She was so big and so firm.” Officer Taylor’s gut churned as he and other members of the Miami-Dade Police Department sat around listening to Officer Clancy talk about his latest conquest. The room where they gathered resembled a classroom more than a squad room. Clancy’s subject was a well-endowed stripper, named Duchess. He met her at a nightclub just off Ventura Boulevard. Clancy had a thing for strippers, which was ironic, considering he wouldn’t be caught dead in a used car. As the story progressed Taylor became bored and let his thoughts drift. “What’s wrong, Taylor? Am I being too graphic for you?” Clancy paused his story long enough to sit next to the lost member of his audience. “I tried to keep this at PG thirteen, but some things are just too good to water down.” “The descriptive is okay, Clancy.”
