NO, MEANS NO

Back when I was on patrol. One of the cities in my jurisdiction sent a call to an officer. I heard the call and was not busy so I thought I would go and see if I could assist. It turned out that a lady nearly 80 years old had been raped.

While at her house, a man she knew who sometimes helped her around the house, came over to visit. She let the man in and she fixed them each a glass of tea. They drank their tea and talk about nothing important. As she was taking the empty glasses to the kitchen the man grabbed her and forced her to the bedroom. The woman was no push over and fought back, kneeing the Prick in the crotch. This did not stop the Prick however and he forced himself on the woman.

The woman did not want to tell us that their had been penetration, however after some calm talking and understanding the woman gave us the above story along with the Prick's identity. The other officer went with the woman to the hospital and I went to the Prick's house.

The house was really a cabin with two rooms, a main room and a bathroom. The Prick was not there. About two hours later there was a shift change and the first officer went home and his replacement arrived. We filled him in and he and I continued to search for the Prick. Some hours went by and I advised the Officer that I needed to get some grub. I decided just to hit a drive thru so I could get back to the hunt.

I had already expressed to the 2nd Officer how important it was to me, that I be the one who would catch this Prick. Nothing pisses me off more then someone who has to force himself/herself on a person (woman, man, child). I don't understand how anyone can get excited when the victim is screaming, crying or not wanting to be with that person. No means No, what's so damn hard about understanding that? So I'm sitting at the fast food drive thru and the Officer calls me on the radio and says "I just saw movement in the house." I tell the Officer don't move I'll be right there. I have to turn on my overhead lights to get out of line and just about break the sound barrier getting to his location.

Once there the Officer shows me where he saw the movement and with our lights off we creep up the the cabin. The Officer goes to the back and I take the front. Before he can get to the back I tell him the front door is open. I enter the cabin and the Officer is now behind me. I'm thinking to myself "Please put up a fight, oh please." I want to deck this Prick so bad I can taste it. I call out "Police, come on out, we know your in here." I get no response. The game is up, this Prick is going to hide, and fight when I find him. We search the main room and bath, not there. The last place is the closet.

I approach the closet and swing the door open...nothing but a big pile of clothes. I put the gun on the pile and kick it with my big black boot and hear, "Ahh". I reach in the pile grab the Prick by the hair and yank his ass out of the closet. Prick starts screaming "don't shoot me, please don't shoot me." He's now on his hands and knees and I kick him in the ass and onto his belly he goes. I holster my gun and pull out the handcuffs, I'm thinking to myself again "fight me prick, just act like you want to fight," but the Prick is chicken shit and gives up.

The Prick gave a full statement and is still locked up. Justice served? Maybe. The Woman had to live with it the rest of her life, it didn't go away with him. But, at least he'll never put anyone else in that situation.