Away to see family over the weekend so having to upload an old one that wasn't quite finished. I think there's still a couple spelling mistakes in there, apologies, I'll try to fix them when I get back.<br />------<br />"Like, you're such a wild card!" Police Chief Carter pouted, perching himself on Detective O'Malley's knee. "Ugh! What ever am I going to do with you?" he giggled.<br /> &nbsp; &nbsp;The TFPD had seen great strides in its attitudes towards women in the workplace, as it was finally dragged kicking and screaming into the 1960s. While at first glance it seemed strange for an organization where forced feminisation was a common workplace hazard to hold such dated views towards sex, the fact was that its upper echelons changed with glacial slowness. Many of its top brass, through fortuitous bodyswaps incurred in the line of duty, had personally shaken hands with its 19th century founders.<br /> To such ancient, ossified minds, demotion to secretarial duties for feminisation was considered the height of chivalry.<br /> Desperate to promote change, the Commissioner had selected Chief Carter as the sacrificial lamb. As a show of respect to its female officers and to spearhead equality from the top down, he had been transferred into the body of one of the rookies.<br /> "Like, I'd totally throw the book at you if it wasn't so heavy," Carter said with a playful slap to Detective O'Malley's bicep.<br /> Carter had always been a ball buster to his men. A hard ass. That very same ass was distinctly softer, as it wiggled eagerly against O'Malley's lap.<br /> To look at the Chief, one might suppose think he'd taken a bimbofication ray to the face. On the contrary, this was simply how his octogenarian mind thought women were supposed to behave.<br /> And O'Malley could work with that. He flicked open his lighter and lit the chief's cigarette, who rolled it between his lips with a moist tongue.<br /> "To hell with your rules and regulations. I did what I had to do to catch the perp," O'Malley rasped, lowering his voice an octave. "Sure, so I blew up a warehouse. You don't like my methods? Fine. Either fire me or quit riding my ass."<br /> Carter gave a giddy squirm. It was all that needed to be said. He was soon bent over the desk, putty in his underling's hands.