Tommy had recently run away from home. He was living on the city streets. He had found a lane way to live with a box becoming his new home. One night he turned into his lane way to sleep for the

night and he found two policemen, their car parked at the other end of the lane. Tommy wondered what was going on as the cops approached him. "Now what's a cute boy like yourself doing out this late at night?", queried the large muscular cop with a beard. "I, I, I.." Tommy stammered. The words wouldn't come out of his mouth, he was dazed. Before he knew it, the other cop was at his side and had taken his arm. The big cop that reminded Tommy of a bear, was at his other side, his huge hand uncomfortably stroking Tommy's chest. "I think you just better do as we say", said the bear-cop. Tommy could feel the bear's hot breath against his cheek. They walked Tommy back a few steps and placed him on the bonnet of the patrol car. "Now, take off your clothes". Tommy was frightened and did as he was told.