Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 6

Just as I came to the realization, I needed to turn it off and focus on the plan, a blinding light shined through the window as a policeman tapped his flashlight against the glass.

"Step out of the vehicle, please," he barked.

I jumped and dropped the tablet onto the floor and nearly fainted as my heart felt like it had exploded in my chest.

"Step out now, sir!" he commanded, blinding me with the light. I think his hand was on the butt of his gun.

He opened the door. As he did the sound of Mark's voice blared from the tablet. "Damn, Steven, suck my fucking cock! Oh fuck that's so good. Take it all!"

I could not see anything but spots from the light in my eyes, but the tone of his voice demonstrated his disgust. "Now, sir. Step out and face the vehicle with your hands on the top of your car."

As I stepped out, my blue lycra shorts gave a great outline of my rapidly shrinking hard-on. He rolled his eyes and sighed as he saw it. He grabbed my elbow and steered me toward the car leading my hand to the roof. Then he did a quick frisk as he spoke.

"Do you live in this neighborhood, sir?" He asked as he brought a hand down behind my back.

"No, I was a..." I stopped myself before saying something stupid.

"Watching gay porn in front of Mr. Thomas's house. He reported you've been stalking him and soliciting sex for money?"

"No that's not true..." He slapped a handcuff on me and gripped my other wrist.

"That was you in the video wasn't it, sir? What's your name?" He cuffed my other hand.

"No, please; this a misunderstanding. I was not soliciting or stalking. My name is Wayne Stilson. I was gonna go jogging and..." I again lost my train of thought in a full panic.

"I'm gonna set you in the back of my car and let you collect your thoughts, Mr. Stilson while I take a statement from Mr. Thomas. He took my tablet and guided me to his SUV cruiser. The tablet was frozen with the video stopped on an image of the ground, right before Mark had turned off the recording and dropped my phone.

"No please, he's crazy!" I pleaded.

"Don't worry, sir. I'll hear from you once you calm down a bit." He sat the tablet on the cruiser and held me against his car. I'm going to leave these on 'til I come back and then I'll take them off while we talk. But you need to patiently wait, Mr. Stilson.

"Can I see your ID, please?"

"Shit, I'm sorry, I left it at home. I was going jogging and didn't have pockets..."

"That's unfortunate, Mr. Stilson. Have a seat in the back please."

He sat me in the car and locked the doors. Then he returned to my car and retrieved the keys and both phones. He looked in the back seat with the flashlight and removed the straightened coat hanger. He looked at it and tossed it back in.

Then, he stepped back, showed me the items, and walked back to me. He stopped to record my license plate number, then returned and opened the door.

"Are both of these your phones Mr. Stilson?"

"Yes, but..."

"I'm going to leave these in the front seat with your tablet and keys. We'll talk shortly," he said with a stern look, and slammed the door closed again.

He was African American, about six feet tall and slender, but muscular. His name tag said Officer Reeves and as I watched him walk away, he turned off the flashlight. The sun was peeking through, and a car drove by. I prayed no one would see me and was thankful I was new to the area.

My mind raced and I could not focus on any story that made sense to explain this. So as Mark Thomas stepped onto the front porch in his bathrobe to meet Officer Reeves, I remembered a simple thing my parents taught me. "It's always better to tell the truth."

I rocked nervously in disbelief. This could cost everything! My family and career blown up in a weekend. Was solicitation a felony? I had no clue. Convicted felon! Fuck! It had to be a misdemeanor for a first offence. But what if you add stalking. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

They seemed to be talking forever. Mark pointed at the door handle, then they talked some more and went inside. It was a torturously long time they were inside, and my panic only seemed to get worse.

It must have been thirty minutes and cars were really coming by now. I thanked God the light bar wasn't flashing on the police car. With the tinted windows I didn't think anyone could see in, so it just looked like a police car parked on the street. No one even seemed to be looking in my direction.

When he finally returned, he walked casually to the car and around to the curb side. He hit the electric lock and opened the rear door on the other side. Then he leaned down. "Are you a little calmer now, Mr. Stilson, or should I call you Steven."

I thought to myself, "Well, fuck again. He knows the alias I gave Mark."

"You can call me Wayne," I said meekly.

"I'll stick with Mr. Stilson. So this story just seems to get better and better. Mr. Thomas just confessed to prostituting himself for eight hundred dollars, but was willing to confess and face and consequences so he could get us to keep you away from him. What do you say to that Mr. Stilson?"

I was rocking and had to calm myself. "He's lying, Officer Reeves. He manipulated me and turned things around to set me up. You can check my record, I have never done anything like what he's accusing me of, ever. I bet he's done it before and if you check..."

"I already ran preliminaries on you both and there are no priors for either of you. Your name checks out as the owner of your vehicle and the Maryland DMV photo matches. If I uncuff you, are you gonna stay calm?"

"Yes please, take them off. This is just a misunderstanding..."

"Do you know how many times a day I hear that, Mr. Stilson?" He shook his head with a disbelieving smile.

"Okay, I shouldn't do this but I'm gonna keep this as discreet as possible. I'm gonna put my weapon in the front and we can talk in the back where no one can see you through the glass."

He climbed in holding the cuff key and waved his hand to tell me to turn. Then he uncuffed me and leaned back against the door facing me. He took out his notepad and started taking my statement.

"So you know Mr. Reeves then?"

"Well yes, we met for the first and only time on Saturday morning..."

I continued describing our encounter and how he was publicly masturbating, when he lured me in and set me up and caught it on video, twisting it to look like I was soliciting him, when in reality it was the opposite.

He seemed objective and listened to everything. I did not tell him about driving by or coming by yesterday to case the joint for a potential B & E.

I did tell him I was here to make sure he went to our meeting and planned to call the park police. I even told him the number was programmed into my phone.

"Why do you have two phones, anyway?" he asked.

I explained not trusting him and making sure he could not get my real number. So he decided to get the phones and tablet and brought them into the back seat.

"So the video you were watching. What's it going to show me?" He picked up the tablet.

"Please don't that's my private work tablet..."

"And you keep sex videos on it?"

"No, just that one to keep as evidence..." I shut up again as it was not evidence that could help my case.

"So let's watch it and see..."

"Please don't, I told you he set me up and..."

"Okay, so we'll watch, and you can tell me exactly what happened."

I thought about demanding a warrant and refusing to let him see it, but I was afraid I would lose him all together. If this ever got to a warrant being issued, it would already be too late.

"Don't you need a warrant, or something?" I asked halfheartedly.

"Well since you asked, I technically don't. You were sitting on a public street watching a video of yourself in plain view. But that's okay, I don't need to see it to charge you. Based on Mr. Thomas's report, what you've reported and given what I saw of the video, there is more than enough evidence. Did I mention you just happened to be parked across the street from the man who says you are stalking him after soliciting sex.

I must say the voice of the person you were performing oral sex on in your video, sounded like Mr. Thomas. I listened to both stories and saw part of the video, Mr. Stilson. Everything corroborates his story and I have more than enough to arrest you for solicitation, lewd acts in public and stalking. Oh, yeah and driving without a license."

"I'm parked on a public street, how is that stalking?" I said, without thought. 'Why was I picking a fight with the cop?' I asked myself.

"Mr. Stilson, I'm gonna be frank with you. I should not be sharing this, but you do check out with no priors, and you're married with children. You have a lot to lose, and I am not fond of destroying a man's life. For some reason, I feel sorry for you. I'm not sure what has driven you to this, but this is getting serious." He spoke softly and earnestly. "Mr. Thomas showed me security video of you trying to break into his house yesterday."

He's loading that onto a thumb drive as we speak. When we add attempted breaking and entering to the charges, I think you are looking at months in jail, even for a first offence. I suggest you come clean and see if we can work out a way to convince Mr. Thomas not to press charges. He has video surveillance front and back. He compiled footage that looks very much like your vehicle passing by multiple times on Saturday as well as Sunday when you tried to break in. And now this morning..."

"Please, Officer Reeves, I'm telling you the truth, I swear to God!" I pleaded.

He looked at me pitifully and shook his head. Then he picked up the tablet and hit play. He watched attentively and I pointed out where he said things that implied he was forcing me and where I was accusing him of forcing me. But even as I made my case, I knew the video only made it worse. Why the hell did I bring the tablet, I wondered to myself. He watched it all the way through and looked at me in disbelief.

"Yeah, that didn't help, Mr. Stilson. Even if I wanted to believe you, he stated several times that you approached him and wanted him to make you do it. That's exactly how it played out in the video. You mentioned purging the phones, but you didn't obviously, and I think you were about to masturbate this morning watching the video you made of the encounter."

"Please, I swear..." I stared at the floor with nothing more to say.

"I'm gonna watch this again," he said, turning to face the front holding it on his lap.

He talked as it played. "You are stroking the shit out of him, and he did not climax, Steven."

"My name's Wayne," I corrected, but he seemed oblivious.

"That's not the behavior of someone soliciting sex in the park, that wants to hit it quick and get out."

"Damn, Steven, this looks like you are enjoying that thing in your mouth. I've been married for twenty-two years, and my wife hasn't sucked my cock since the honeymoon. But she never sucked dick like that even before we were married.

You tryin' to tell me he made you do that? Shit man. I think 'Steven' is your little cocksucker super ego. He led you to that park and you let him loose. Damn, Steven, he sighed as Mark's voice yelled out, "...suck my fucking cock! Oh fuck that's so good. Take it all!"