Rick jumped out of the Camaro and the officer moved in closely to turn him around and push him against the hood of the car.
Just then Bill catches up with the pair and observes the scene from a short distance. He stares at Dunphy's firm ass stretching taut his uniform pants and the vee of his obviously well muscled back made even wider by his outstretched arms holding the black athlete's arms against the car as he prepares to frisk him. The golden tanned arms of the police officer flex with the strength he is applying. The folds of the uniform shirt stretch tautly but move with a mesmerising rhythm as he moves down the black man's body and then he stands upright again and legs apart and begins to spin the youth around. Bill immediately wishes he could experience the life of a tall well built 35 year old cop.
In a split second his vision changes to looking down at the black athlete that not too long ago he himself was. He also becomes aware of the weight of a gun in its holster hanging off his hip and the view from the height of a 6 foot 4 man. He realises that once again he has changed and checks himself in a flash in the side mirror of the car. Satisfied he quickly looks back into the eyes that were only just now his and...