What I hadn’t expected was a visit from the police. My doorbell rang the next morning and when I answered it a voice through the intercom answered, “Police. Let us in please.” I pressed the buzzer and a minute later was surprised to let two women police officers into my apartment.
“Good morning sir,” said the older looking policewoman. She was an attractive if stern looking blonde in her early thirties. “We understand you placed an advert in yesterdays advertiser.” I glanced at the other woman. She was a younger brunette, quite tall and slim.
“Well, yes, I did,” I said. I was fairly sure I hadn’t done anything illegal.
“Is this the advert?” she asked handing me this morning’s edition.
I read it. “It is,” I said feeling a little embarrassed.
“Would you mind telling us what those services are that you mention of,” a more personal and intimate nature”?” the older woman asked.
“Are you making a charge against me?” I asked starting to get annoyed.
They glanced at one another. “No sir,” it was the brunette speaking. Her voice was quiet and silky. “We read your ad this morning and then used a little “persuasion” to find out who placed the ad.” She paused, “you see, we might be thinking of applying.”
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