Early Friday morning Xavier sat at the kitchen breakfast table finishing a coffee and chatting about nothing with Abigail.  It could have been any one of the same breakfasts over the last 5 years since the youngest of their 3 children moved out on their own.  There was comfort in routine, at least on Xavier's side of the table, though even for him their marriage was basically on auto pilot.  He was still in his running clothes from his morning 3 miles which was now measured as a lap around their homestead farm plus a small detour through woods, part of which included the southwest corner of their property.<br/><br/>As partial as he was to routine, it was natural for him to notice changes in the same and while he had nothing like Abi's high end education, he had a sharp mind and tended to work the clues like a good cop.  Which reminded him of something he had noticed on his run and wanted to mention to his wife.  "Hey honey, you haven't seen anything odd back in the woods, like fires or kids hanging out have you?"  He had noticed the remains of what looked like a small campfire and some trampled foliage.  He was concerned their woods might become a hangout for underage sex and who knew what else.  "Had to have been in the past week or so from the looks of what I saw back in the woods."  He wasn't sure if they would be able to see a small fire from the house but it might have been one of the evenings he was working.  He rotated his shifts to avoid falling into too much of a routine which the criminal element in town might pick up on.  The 'criminal element' being on the verge of a figment of Xavier's imagination if the last year in this new job had been any indication.  Not that there weren't a few drunks, wife beaters, and other assorted not quite model citizens in Sedgwick, but it was nothing like Kansas City.  Of course it was Xavier's job to help keep it that way and he had every intention of doing so.<br/><br/>He gave her his usual hug and kiss before she left but then held her an extra moment.  "Is that a new perfume?"  He asked, which was more a reaction to him noticing she was wearing perfume which was not often the case.  It was subtle but noticeable, a small thing that might mean something or nothing.  "I'll be working through dinner tonight, maybe we can share a meal down at Antonio's if you want to meet up."  He suggested, it wasn't much of a date night but the little Italian eatery was about as close as Sedgwick had to a romantic restaurant and it was at least a token effort to alleviate his leaving her alone on Friday evening.<br/><br/>Once Abigail had left for school, Xavier finished his morning calisthenics and headed up to their room with their laptop.  Before taking his shower he keyed in 'pornhub.com' into the private browser that didn't leave history and looked at the day's promoted videos to see if anything caught his eye.  The face of a short haired tomboy grabbed his attention and as it started it was a girl on girl scene which Xavier had been taking a liking to in his private time.  The other girl was a more traditionally feminine specimen but their contrasting bodies complimented each other as did the vigorousness of their encounter.  He grew hard almost immediately and he soon had his gym shorts down and was stroking himself to the on screen action.  He barely made it past the girls' second orgasm before he blew his own load, thick jets shooting up onto his chest and abdomen.  It would be quite an awkward look for the conservative husband and police chief, but this is what his sex life had become.  It wasn't so much a biological problem but one of arousal and context.  But it was hard to imagine the woman he married, bore his children, and sang in the choir on Sundays would do anything like he was growing accustomed to in the world of porn.  And frankly, the missionary position just didn't hold much interest for him anymore.<br/><br/>=========================<br/><br/>Afternoon.<br/><br/>Xavier sat in the dark, dusty SUV that was his official vehicle.  The low profile lights making it fairly undistinguishable from the ubiquitous SUV and pick up trucks in Kansas at least from the front.  He watched the 'boy' walk out from behind the theater, which was a little unusual being there was no movies showing.  He didn't recognize the face, which in a town the size of Sedgwick was unusual.  He was headed towards the boarding school in town which would explain the new face but not what he was doing behind the theater.  In Xavier's book, it wasn't a bad idea to let newcomers know that Sedgwick appreciated order and there was someone to see it maintained.  As the youth crossed the street mid block he pulled up along side to introduce the young man to the ordinance against jaywalking, probably the most minor of crimes but still on the books.  But often the enforcement of minor crimes led to the apprehension of more serious criminals, though despite his height, the boys face looked like he was about 12.<br/><br/>"Good afternoon."  Xavier said through the SUV window as his eyes scanned a suspicious bulge in the youth's jeans and the familiar rectangular outline of a pack of cigarettes.  "Let's talk."  He continued as he got out of the SUV and waited for the youth to either comply or make a run for it.  "How old are you boy?"  He asked and then asked for ID to prove it.  "New York, your a long ways from home aren't you...Rory?"  He had seen his fair share of fake ID's and this one was pretty good but he couldn't buy the idea that he was looking at a nearly 22 year old.  "So if this is real, I guess the cigarettes are legal, what about that other pocket?"  He asked, indicating the suspicious bulge on one side, he was careful not to demand he show it as he didn't yet have probably cause but was pleasantly surprised when the bag of pot was presented.<br/><br/>It was then that things got more serious as Rorywas told to put his hands on the side of the SUV and he was searched anyways but not before his hands were cuffed behind his back  "You don't have anything sharp or that is going to hurt me in your pockets do you?"  He asked before digging a hand into each front pocket roughly running along the front of Rory's thighs and swiping back and forth towards genitals and around slender hips, he removed and tossed the cigarettes on the hood along with the fake ID and bag of pot.  He then continued to do a pat down the inside and outside of each leg, checking socks and shoes as well.  Standing behind Rory, Xavier ran hands along both arms then up the torso until he checked the shirt pockets but found small but unmistakable breasts underneath.  His fingers squeezed into the soft firm flesh and held there a moment as his brain began to process the repercussions.  At this same moment he detected a slight and familiar scent very much as he had with his wife that morning.<br/><br/>He released the breasts as if they were painfully hot.  "I'm sorry."  He said, confusion and concern clear in his voice as he stepped back.  He couldn't deny a sense of arousal building, especially given the content of his morning masturbation session.  He bit his lip for a moment, making sure he was keeping his real and fantasy worlds separate.  "Are we sticking with Rory now?"  He asked, clearly still confused but trying to regain control of the situation.  "I'll arrange for a female deputy to come for you once we get things settled at the station."  He knew he should call on the radio for one now, but something stopped him.  But then they asked for a phone call.  He slipped their phone from the back jean pocket, reaching into both back pockets to search them as well which caused a certain amount of hand to ass contact but that seemed unavoidable, though Xavier could feel an erection forming despite his best efforts to avoid one.  "You'll need to tell me the unlock code."  He told them and as he picked her choice for calling his heart was in his throat.  "How do you know Abi?"  He asked as he hit the speaker option so he could hear both sides of the call.  "Are you one of her students?"  He wasn't the only one who called add one plus one, but still it was a complication.<br/><br/>"You can meet us at the station."  He told his wife, his voice barely concealing his anger at this turn of events.