Zone Six – Beach Patrol
Palm Beach Police Department (If you hadn’t noticed yet, in the eight years as a police officer I worked at four different departments. Therefore, I have various stories from all sides of the tracks.)
Late evening with a cool breeze blowing off of the Atlantic Ocean, myself and another officer were checking houses that were vacant for the off season along A1A in Palm Beach. We approached Sloan’s curve traveling south and observed a red sports car parked along the west shoulder of the road. It was partially on the road and no one was around the car.
First we checked the houses and grounds around the car and could find no one home or any indication anyone had entered the homes. No signs of burglary or attempts to enter any of the buildings in the immediate area. We were aware that some burglars will walk along the Intracoastal Waterway or even the beach to gain access to homes without being seen. The fact that they had left their car on the road made no sense at all.
We then started to check the approaches to the beach area. These are long wooden stairs that go from A1A to the beach down below. We walked about a half mile following tracks of two people walking north along the beach. They seemed to be heading towards the Sloan Mansion. When we arrived at the bottom of the very long stairway up to the mansion we noticed the foot prints stopped there.
We drew our weapons and started up the stairs very cautiously. About halfway up the stairs we could hear rock and roll music playing. As we neared the top of the stairs we could hear a girl moaning and squealing and a man panting and growling.
To our surprise as we reached the top of the stairs we observed this bright white shinny derrière sticking up in the air going up and down between this young ladies thighs. It was not standard operating procedure, but we watched for about a minute. Then the young lady noticed us over her male companions shoulder. At first, we didn’t think they were going to stop.
Finally, they stopped and we advised them to stand up. At this time, as a precaution, we had our revolvers drawn. This young man was pretty horny. He didn’t even lose his erection during the interview. To cover himself he hung his t-shirt on the head and continued to talk with us. The young lady didn’t bother covering up. It was a rather interesting evening along the beach that night. We didn’t arrest the subjects, but we did escort them to their car and advised them to get a motel room.
That is only one of the many tales of this sort during my eight years as a police officer in Palm Beach County Florida.
Palm Beach Police Department (If you hadn’t noticed yet, in the eight years as a police officer I worked at four different departments. Therefore, I have various stories from all sides of the tracks.)
Late evening with a cool breeze blowing off of the Atlantic Ocean, myself and another officer were checking houses that were vacant for the off season along A1A in Palm Beach. We approached Sloan’s curve traveling south and observed a red sports car parked along the west shoulder of the road. It was partially on the road and no one was around the car.
First we checked the houses and grounds around the car and could find no one home or any indication anyone had entered the homes. No signs of burglary or attempts to enter any of the buildings in the immediate area. We were aware that some burglars will walk along the Intracoastal Waterway or even the beach to gain access to homes without being seen. The fact that they had left their car on the road made no sense at all.
We then started to check the approaches to the beach area. These are long wooden stairs that go from A1A to the beach down below. We walked about a half mile following tracks of two people walking north along the beach. They seemed to be heading towards the Sloan Mansion. When we arrived at the bottom of the very long stairway up to the mansion we noticed the foot prints stopped there.
We drew our weapons and started up the stairs very cautiously. About halfway up the stairs we could hear rock and roll music playing. As we neared the top of the stairs we could hear a girl moaning and squealing and a man panting and growling.
To our surprise as we reached the top of the stairs we observed this bright white shinny derrière sticking up in the air going up and down between this young ladies thighs. It was not standard operating procedure, but we watched for about a minute. Then the young lady noticed us over her male companions shoulder. At first, we didn’t think they were going to stop.
Finally, they stopped and we advised them to stand up. At this time, as a precaution, we had our revolvers drawn. This young man was pretty horny. He didn’t even lose his erection during the interview. To cover himself he hung his t-shirt on the head and continued to talk with us. The young lady didn’t bother covering up. It was a rather interesting evening along the beach that night. We didn’t arrest the subjects, but we did escort them to their car and advised them to get a motel room.
That is only one of the many tales of this sort during my eight years as a police officer in Palm Beach County Florida.
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