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wrong fucking man.”
    “ Then why did you run when I told you to stop, Jimmy?” The man was well known to the local force and was arrested almost once a month for drug related offences. If he wasn't busted selling the stuff, he was picked up for stealing to feed his habit. The endless cycle never stopped, and, unless Jimmy wised up sometime soon, death in his early twenties was the only future Michael could predict for him. Either he'd mess with the wrong person or fill his veins with more poison than he could handle, and it would all be over.
    “ I panicked, that's all.  Ow!” Jimmy yelped when Michael barely grasped his wrist, and he knew this was gonna be one of those days. “Did you see that?” Jimmy yelled to the crowd of onlookers. “Police brutality. He's breaking my fucking arm! Help me. Help!”
    “ Give it a rest, son.” Michael grabbed his other arm and cuffed him. “You've picked a bad day to mess with me. I'm not in the mood for this, so shut your mouth and stop swearing before I add a Section 5 Public Order Offence to your shoplifting charge.”
    Jimmy continued to protest, accusing Michael of being a racist and targeting him because he was black.  That touched a nerve , and he was grateful when the car showed up and he could offload Jimmy to someone else before he did something he'd regret.
    Michael had suffered racial abuse , too—from the black community as well as the white one. Interracial couples were still a rarity in his town, especially back when he and Liv had first fallen in love. Even one of his former best friends had questioned their relationship, asking him if he was seeing Liv because he had a kink for black women. Michael had hit him, not something he was proud of now, but something he had done without hesitation or regret at the time.
    Olivia's family had given her a hard time , too, at first, and weren't too subtle in letting them both know that they wanted her to meet a nice West Indian boy from a good family. But once they'd seen the genuine affection between him and Liv, and how deeply he'd loved and respected her, they accepted him.  The same couldn't be said for his family, and his relationship with his father had never truly recovered, especially when Michael Williams Senior had vocalized his relief at hearing that “the black girl” was no longer part of his son's life.
    A few hours later, with Jimmy safely contained in a police cell at the station ready for court in the morning, Michael clocked out at the end of his shift and changed out of his uniform. He stared at it for a moment after he'd hung it up, then tore it off the hanger and shoved it along with his helmet into a rucksack he kept at the bottom of his locker. His boss would go mental if he knew what Michael planned to do while wearing it later , but as long as he didn't parade around in public with it on, nobody would ever know. He sensed that Liv liked to see him wearing it and, tonight, whatever Liv wanted, she was gonna get ... along with some stuff she had no idea she wanted yet.
    The drive home was uneventful, although that did nothing to calm his nerves. His apartment in a converted warehouse overlooked the river , and the exposed pipe work and bare brick walls suited his lifestyle. He never had anybody around to visit so didn't need much more than the massive aniline leather sofa adorning the wall facing the floor to ceiling windows and his state-of-the-art television and stereo. The sleek white kitchen containing every built-in appliance he could ever need got used only to wash up the one plate and fork he used every night to eat whatever his chosen takeaway was that day.
    Michael went straight to the locked cabinet he kept hidden behind his shoe rack in the bottom of his wardrobe. He took out every bit of equipment he had —gag balls, clamps, ropes, butt plugs, vibes, masks, whips and paddles—and laid them on the bed. Should I take one or two of the plugs and maybe the paddle? He picked up the