<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BFFF"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Jerry Dawson</span></span></span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/52369226-3528-4ca1-91bb-aab87f83ff6d_zpsf1eea54c.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">It definitely had been a busy first week for Jerry in his new job with the Child Protection Service. And still he didn't regret for one second that he had applied on this open job, when he had seen it. Sure, he had liked his work at Social Services too, but he had too often seen families there, where the kids really had no chance to ever have some decent life. And coming from a perfect childhood himself, he knew how important a stable family environment was for the development of a kid. Not that everybody could grow up with seven siblings and loving parents like he had, but he was willing to give every kid he was responsible for a good childhood. But that meant that he had to review every case and to try to make a sense out of the mess Maria had left him. Seeing all those alibi reports she had wrote over the last years he wasn't wondering that she had fucked up so horribly.<br/><br/>Maria's failure to do her job was the only reason, why this position had been open at all. It had been quite the scandal in this small town, when the FBI had arrested Royce "Snuff" Robinson for child pornography. Not that anybody would have actually doubted that this young black dealer was capable of every petty crime ever. But the sword of Damocles had came down hard on the Child Protection Service, when the FBI found out that four of the young boys and girls he had used for his sick films had been of young mothers, all prostitutes and drug addicts and all under watch of CPS and all Maria's clients. And when a FBI shrink worked with the kids and it became obvious that they all had made hints to Maria what had happened to them, Maria had been sacked and was facing a trial now. <br/><br/>The position had been open and CPS had been looking for a female worker, but with the press going hard for CPS and looking for other failures nobody had ever applied. So when Jerry, as male as a male could be, had applied finally to the position, the boss Samantha had no other chance than to take him into her services. She had warned him to do a decent job and not to fall for the tricks of those young mothers fighting for their kids, not that Jerry had ever believed that he would fall for one of those down-fallen women, and given him Maria's desk and her cases. Fifty cases, ninety-eight poor kids and no really productive records on them.<br/><br/>For the first days he simply had read through the cases and made a list on a blank paper. He had started to sort the cases into three columns, immediate action, critical and routine. Luckily it seemed that most of the young mothers were doing a decent job, so the routine column was by far the largest. He had six cases so far in the critical column, were he had found reports from doctors about abuse and he wanted to visit those in the next week.<br/><br/>In the immediate action column so far were the four women whose kids had been used for the pornographic films. The female FBI shrink was on those cases still, but he wanted to show the FBI that he took his cases seriously. And the young FBI agent had sounded nice on the phone and she had warmed up after her first shock that he was male. They had talked long about those four cases on the phone and he got a far thorough picture now from the work of this young woman, than he got out of four years of records from Maria.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"Jerry, do you want another cup of coffee?"</span><br/><br/>The silky voice had something tempting, alluring and Jerry knew pretty well that he was the most-wanted bachelor in CPS now. Who wouldn't like to have a husband who cared about the well-being of kids? Tina, one of his co-workers was no exception to the single female staff and while her voice had something seductive Jerry really could like, the visual didn't equal the voice. Tina was a matroningly, mid-thirty woman with obviously a like to the cakes she brought to the office everyday. Too old for the twenty-fif-ish Jerry and far from the slender, curvy type he preferred. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"No, thank you, Tina. I won't be able to sleep tonight, if I drink one cup of coffee more. I think I will leave soon and take some work with me. Wish you a nice evening, Tina."</span><br/><br/>The round face of Tina turned into a smile that would make the man in the moon jealous and she walked away, her heavy steps sounding in the floor. Jerry finished the actual case and wrote another name in the routine column. Then he took the next folder from the pile and looked at the name, before he packed it in his back-pack. Ivy Belmonte. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Welcome Ivy, you and your troubled history will be my afterwork lecture..."</span><br/><br/>And with these mumbled words he switched his desk lamp out and left for his battered, fifteen-year old VW.</div>