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Fierce Encounters
a Due South drabble by Livia
 07/30/00   

As one for . . . fierce encounters fit. ~ Edmund Spenser 

 Turnbull berates himself as he walks the dark street. The Inspector's
laundry will be late. Again. He can't keep doing this. He promises
himself-- 

 "Hey, baby." 

 His cheeks flame. He walks on, looking straight ahead. 

 "Hey, mister. Where ya goin'?" 

 "What's yer hurry?" 

 "You want it rough, Red? You want it nasty?" 

 Turnbull stops. There is a time for silence. And then there is a time to
say no, firmly and politely. 

 "No," he says. "Firmly. And politely." 

 The other man's mouth twists into a grin. Turnbull sighs, extends a
hand-- and promises himself it will be the last time.