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Captive GendersHe didn’t say anything for the longest time. He handed the cardback to me. I wanted to beg him to not say anything to my uncle, but Iwas too scared to talk. I was willing to do anything to avoid being booked.He seemed to be considering something. A blowjob would be a fair exchangefor my freedom. He wasn’t that bad looking.“You know this is a dangerous neighborhood,” he said.I was barely breathing, trying to be as still and silent as possible.“I should take you in.” He paused. “But your uncle’s a good guy. Hedon’t deserve this.”He was obviously conflicted: duty versus loyalty to a fellow officer. Iremained frozen. I figured it best to keep quiet.“Get outta here,” he said, “and don’t let me see you out there no more.”I was out of that car before he could reconsider. As I walked back toDewey’s, some of the girls asked me what happened. I just shook my headand kept going. I went straight past the restaurant and toward the busstop. When the bus pulled up, I got on and sat in the back, still trembling.Uncle Cop had saved my queer ass.62