Minnie's POV
Minnie's POV
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Minnie’s POV By Amye
My, my, my what a rear-end that man has. And the way he flaunts it by wearing those tight jeans and leaning over his desk like that. I lower my glasses to get a better look at the view Starsky’s presenting, and shake my head slightly. I walk by and smack his ass lightly with the file I’m holding. He turns his full head of curls, sees me, and grins lopsidedly. “That’s sexual harassment in the workplace, schweetheart.” “And you should know Starsky, honey.” I grin back. His grin grows even brighter, if possible. “Well, keep it up.” And he waggles those eyebrows sitting above shining dark blue eyes. “Hutch, can’t you control him?” I asked his partner sitting across the way at his desk. Long golden blonde hair shakes back and forth as he sighs dramatically. “I try Minnie, Lord knows I try. But you know how he is….” “I sure do Hutch, I sure do.” I shake my head and smile at the two gorgeous detectives and leave with the files I absconded from Captain Dobey’s office. As I walk back down to my office, my thoughts turn to the dynamic duo, as they’re known around here. I’ve been around this force for many years; don’t bother asking, I’m not gonna tell you and give you a hint of my age. Suffice it to say that I’ve seen many officers’ come and go. I’ve seen many partnerships, but few like the one those two have. Blondie and his gorgeous partner were a wealth of male riches. Oh, if only I were some years younger and single. Then I would give Blondie a run for his money. Blondie? Where did that come from? I stopped in the middle of the hallway to think about it for a moment. Curly top and Blondie? Could it be? “Nah” I said to myself, getting a few odd looks as others walked by. But in the recesses of my mind I wondered, and once the thought took hold I just couldn’t dismiss it as easily. Ever since Starsky’s shooting they were closer than ever, if that were possible. Touching more, laughing at things no one else understood, doing their mind reading bit more than ever. For several hours my mind was on work and I didn’t think about the two upstairs, but I ran into Hutchinson on his way out and that brought back my earlier wonderings. Just before he got to the door, Hutch turned back and asked me if I wanted to go to The Pits with him, Starsky, Sally, and Bill Babcock. Since Joe, my better half, is in San Francisco this week, I accepted. No matter what’s going on between them, Starsky and Hutch are fun company. ***** After spending a few hours at The Pits I still couldn’t decide if there was anything, I guess you’d say sexual, going on between Detectives Starsky and Hutchinson. They attract the ladies like bees to honey, and seem to enjoy it. And the way they flirted and competed over Sally had me in stitches. Were they using this competition as a cover up? Once, when Sally went to the little girl’s room, they asked Bill and me which one we thought she preferred. “Neither” we both responded and laughed. “You guys are trying too hard.” I hold them. “You’re treating Sally like she was some prize to be won. And boys, let me give you some advice – intelligent women like Sally don’t go for that.” It didn’t stop them from still competing however. In everything: over Sally, in pinball, about who was the better driver. Sometimes Bill and I felt like third wheels. I asked Huggy Bear if they always behaved like that and he rolled his eyes and said that one just got used to being invisible around Starsky and Hutch unless one were a single, attractive female. It hit me that they were squawking like a couple. Showing off for each other. But that still didn’t make them gay or bi-sexual. Neither did all that butt swatting and hair rustling, nor the almost intimate way they looked at each other. Sometimes what I wouldn’t give to be the one doing all the touching and rustling of those curls. Or on the other end of those piercing looks. What a loss to womanhood it would be if these two beautiful species of manhood had been made unavailable because they’re wrapped up in each other. |
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