Monitor like computer monitor right? Not a person who monitors 9-1-1 calls?
Raritan 911: Robocop
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Monitor like computer monitor right? Not a person who monitors 9-1-1 calls?
MikeyonaBikey
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Aww hell. have to add to the police stories....
Back when i was a class 2 my partner and I decided to check out an old drive in movie theater in town that closed, we heard some of the local teems would throw parties so we checked it out.
we pull up the the chain gate only to find it down on the ground an as we round the corner we see a vehicle sticking out from behind the concession building, so we pull up slowly no lights and park about 50ft away, the cars windows are all fogged up, yeah you know were this is going.. but wait..
my partner is whispering. " No light, No light" so we slowly approach the car and you can clearly hear the pleasures of the young in action.. we sneak up and start peering into the window to see what is going on" but we know whats going on" we can make out two figure in the back seat, one has feet up on the window and the other we guess on the seat because we really cant see in too good. so i go on one side of the car he goes on the other side of the car and we both count to three and turn on our flashlights and say police and these two young teens scamper we both open the doors on both side of the car and to our
surprise, we thought we had a man and girl being teens, but it was two chicks, we give them a minute to get dressed and step out of the car, and i look over at the one girl and its my good friends sister...she sees me and starts crying.."please don't tel my brother" "he will tell my parents and it will be some trouble"..
Now knowing fully she is over 18 (22 to be exact) and in my mind saying to myself "I knew it" we let them both go with a warning to not trespass on private property... i sat their with my partner contemplating or not to call my buddy up and tell him what i had just encountered, but i really didn't want to hurt his sister and i didn't want to embarrass my good friend so i kept it to myself for many years.... when i saw her at his home a few times she would always see me and smile and say thanks for not getting her outed back then, it was 1990 and time back then for young adults coming out wasn't as easily understood and excepted as it is today..
Back when i was a class 2 my partner and I decided to check out an old drive in movie theater in town that closed, we heard some of the local teems would throw parties so we checked it out.
we pull up the the chain gate only to find it down on the ground an as we round the corner we see a vehicle sticking out from behind the concession building, so we pull up slowly no lights and park about 50ft away, the cars windows are all fogged up, yeah you know were this is going.. but wait..
my partner is whispering. " No light, No light" so we slowly approach the car and you can clearly hear the pleasures of the young in action.. we sneak up and start peering into the window to see what is going on" but we know whats going on" we can make out two figure in the back seat, one has feet up on the window and the other we guess on the seat because we really cant see in too good. so i go on one side of the car he goes on the other side of the car and we both count to three and turn on our flashlights and say police and these two young teens scamper we both open the doors on both side of the car and to our
surprise, we thought we had a man and girl being teens, but it was two chicks, we give them a minute to get dressed and step out of the car, and i look over at the one girl and its my good friends sister...she sees me and starts crying.."please don't tel my brother" "he will tell my parents and it will be some trouble"..
Now knowing fully she is over 18 (22 to be exact) and in my mind saying to myself "I knew it" we let them both go with a warning to not trespass on private property... i sat their with my partner contemplating or not to call my buddy up and tell him what i had just encountered, but i really didn't want to hurt his sister and i didn't want to embarrass my good friend so i kept it to myself for many years.... when i saw her at his home a few times she would always see me and smile and say thanks for not getting her outed back then, it was 1990 and time back then for young adults coming out wasn't as easily understood and excepted as it is today..
what is 06 in box 118a?
Not illegal to get a piece of ass in your car, as long as it's not in a place in which it would be reasonable to assume you would be seen. Back of a parking lot at 2am, fine. Parking lot of Shop-Rite at 10am, could/would be considered a lewd act.
06: Improper Passing
http://www.state.nj.us/transportation/refdata/accident/pdf/NJTR-1.pdf
But what if the windows were all steamy and frosted, prohibiting anyone from seeing in?
MikeyonaBikey
Member
Red Mosquito
Formerly RLB the Scrapple Boy
lol that dude almost went down before the tazer hit him
rick81721
Lothar
Hahaha... I thought that was me at first too!
The Fifty Shades of Raritan
Our police department received an anonymous letter advising us that a local massage parlor was "not what it seemed". After some discussion and consulting with the prosecutor's office, it was decided to send in an undercover officer to investigate. The prosecutor's office hands over some seized funds for the massage, some recording devices, and instructed our department that the undercover officer CANNOT "finish" if we are to get a successful prosecution for prostitution. Apparently there is case law about this.
Sidebar: So somewhere, at some point in time, some cop got a happy ending and the defense attorney was able to get his client off because the cop came. WTF?
So the guys catch wind of this investigation and line up like it's a bread line in 1929 to volunteer. These are the same guys that have little to no interest in proactive police work anymore; all of a sudden they have a renewed sense of justice! So who do you send? You can't send Officer #1, as his wife will kill him. Officer #2 would let her finish and ask to go back again. Officer #3 would pocket the money and say she didn't offer any additional services. This type of investigation really permits a serious evaluation of the guys with which I work. And our hiring practices.
I quietly wait and hope...
In the end, my name was thrown around, but I didn't get that final rose. A more senior officer, who we shall call Tug, is chosen. Partially for his seniority and mostly because he is one of the funniest guys in the department and we know he'll have something for us to laugh about.
So Tug heads in with his cash and his cleverly-disguised recording device. The device allows detectives to remotely listen to and record the audio in the massage room for prosecution/comedic purposes. The only problem is our county is small, has a limited budget, and all our shit is purchased on state bid. Most of it does not work as advertised.
Tug asks for an hour massage, is escorted to a room, where he activates the recording device and strips down. He gets his massage and a criminal case is born.
He returns to the station with a shit-eating grin on his face. He tells everyone who will listen, "she said I was big!" No one, of course, believes him. He is confident that when the recording is reviewed, his enormous girth will be confirmed.
The recording ends up broken, scratchy, and mostly unusable. No one hears "you so big." Tug goes ape-shit, says he needs to go back with a better recording device. He adds he wants a copy of the second recording for his wife, so she can see how appealing he is to other women.
Well, Tug gets his wish. He needs to go back anyway since nothing usable in court is recorded.
Tug returns. It's a different masseuse and she says nothing of his size. Nothing. Tug is devastated. He falls into a mild depression and calls out of work the next day. I will say that he wrote such a steamy report that I needed to smoke a cigarette afterwards. Tug has some talent.
I am on deck for the next rub-and-tug investigation. I will not retire until I am called upon. I want to be the first officer in the department to be paid to ride bikes AND ejaculate.
Our police department received an anonymous letter advising us that a local massage parlor was "not what it seemed". After some discussion and consulting with the prosecutor's office, it was decided to send in an undercover officer to investigate. The prosecutor's office hands over some seized funds for the massage, some recording devices, and instructed our department that the undercover officer CANNOT "finish" if we are to get a successful prosecution for prostitution. Apparently there is case law about this.
Sidebar: So somewhere, at some point in time, some cop got a happy ending and the defense attorney was able to get his client off because the cop came. WTF?
So the guys catch wind of this investigation and line up like it's a bread line in 1929 to volunteer. These are the same guys that have little to no interest in proactive police work anymore; all of a sudden they have a renewed sense of justice! So who do you send? You can't send Officer #1, as his wife will kill him. Officer #2 would let her finish and ask to go back again. Officer #3 would pocket the money and say she didn't offer any additional services. This type of investigation really permits a serious evaluation of the guys with which I work. And our hiring practices.
I quietly wait and hope...
In the end, my name was thrown around, but I didn't get that final rose. A more senior officer, who we shall call Tug, is chosen. Partially for his seniority and mostly because he is one of the funniest guys in the department and we know he'll have something for us to laugh about.
So Tug heads in with his cash and his cleverly-disguised recording device. The device allows detectives to remotely listen to and record the audio in the massage room for prosecution/comedic purposes. The only problem is our county is small, has a limited budget, and all our shit is purchased on state bid. Most of it does not work as advertised.
Tug asks for an hour massage, is escorted to a room, where he activates the recording device and strips down. He gets his massage and a criminal case is born.
He returns to the station with a shit-eating grin on his face. He tells everyone who will listen, "she said I was big!" No one, of course, believes him. He is confident that when the recording is reviewed, his enormous girth will be confirmed.
The recording ends up broken, scratchy, and mostly unusable. No one hears "you so big." Tug goes ape-shit, says he needs to go back with a better recording device. He adds he wants a copy of the second recording for his wife, so she can see how appealing he is to other women.
Well, Tug gets his wish. He needs to go back anyway since nothing usable in court is recorded.
Tug returns. It's a different masseuse and she says nothing of his size. Nothing. Tug is devastated. He falls into a mild depression and calls out of work the next day. I will say that he wrote such a steamy report that I needed to smoke a cigarette afterwards. Tug has some talent.
I am on deck for the next rub-and-tug investigation. I will not retire until I am called upon. I want to be the first officer in the department to be paid to ride bikes AND ejaculate.
Wow, he got off from defense attorney and message...nice.
