Bethan Roberts

A Novel

My Policeman

Pia 

 I keep whispering his name until I no longer feel anything at all.

But not even saying your name you stupid piece of s***

Dear Mr. Houghton, I am writing to draw your attention to a mnatter of some urgency. As Iunderstand that Mr Patrick Hazlewood, Keeper of Western Art in your museum, is currently holding art-appreciation after- noons for schoolchildren on your premises, I believe it is in your best interests to know that Mr. Hazlewood is a sexual invert who is guilty of acts of gross indecency with other men. I'm sure you'll share my concern at this news, and do your utmost to preserve both the safety of the children and the museum's good reputation.

"All this. .. Iying, It's not right, what he's doing, He's the one in the wrong Julia took a deep breath. "If that's the case," she said, "then I'm Wrong, too."

Julia stood up, and I noticed for the first time that her hands were trembling. In a very quiet voice, she said, "Please don't say those things, Marion. They're just not true."

That was just mean Marion and unnecessary 

"Oh dear, you said. "Can I assist in any way?" I looked at you. "Yes," I responded, loudly enough for all the children to hear. "You could take this girl down to the toilets, wipe her sodden behind, and conjure a clean pair of underpants out of thin air. That would be a good start." Your mustache twitched. "Im not sure I'm quite up to that.." "No? In that case, we'll be off." I

Okay that’s it shut up bitch that’s nothing awful it’s normal so shut up

Julia Said something awful today about Patrick.

I have a feeling Marion didn’t let you be there for him back then 

Tom stopped at the door and looked back at me, his eyes glowing with anger. "He needed me years ago, Marion," he said. And he let himself out of the room.

Sylvie seemed to exhale. “So he must have changed, or maybe we were wrong, or something, but either way I want you to forget it, Marion. I feel awful about it."

"Can you share?" "Share?" "Can you share me?" I felt him harden, and I nodded. "If that's what it takes. Yes. I can share." And then I was on my knees before him.

I laughed. "For a policeman, youre very romantic." "For an artist, youre very afraid" he said. My answer to that was to kiss him hard on the mouth.

I thought it even then, holding his poor, beautiful body in my arms. They'd won. He'd let them win. I'm still furious with him for that.

Meaning my life. Meaning the lives of others. Meaning the morally dissolute. The sexually criminal. Meaning those whom society has condemned to isolation, fear, and self-loathing.

That sounds like it’s not going to happen but would make sense be side of Marion

 "You wait. This time next year he'll be living with me." And at that moment, I really believed what I said.

Then I pulled my hand from his mouth, cupped his face and kissed him, very gently, pulling back from his straining tongue. He made a little noise, a soft groan, and I reached down and took his cock in my hand, and I whispered in his ear, "You're going to be wonderful:

 Within two months of that first letter, Michael had killed himself. So I do wonder, sometimes, about Mrs. Esme Owens and her discretion. At Michael's funeral she was wearing a very expensivelooking fur stole. And acting rather more distraught than was necessary for a landlady.

Oh, yes." I settled on the corner of the desk again. "Yes. Look, if you're really interested, I'll show you some fascinating examples."

So I wasn’t relishing the thought of coming face-to-face with a policeman.

I really really enjoyed this book! There’s one part in particular that really stuck out me. When Tom first takes Marion to meet Patrick at the museum. She mentions how they had arrived early to meet him, and mentions how Tom was always perfectly on time when meeting with her for their swimming lessons. I thought this was a great way to show that Tom was excited to see Patrick and was falling in love with him, hence why he was early. But with Marion, he was only just on time, because she was more of an obligation, not a romantic interest. 

Lindsey Burroughs

Well this was certainly a tragedy. It’s not really a happy ending and I think that Marion did not really excuse anything. I get why she did it but she should have thought it through more before she acted how she did. Apart from that it’s a great book that I enjoyed to read

My Policeman A Novel

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