Detroit, Michigan

                       Summer, 1957 

On this day, wearing the universally accepted uniform of an exhibitionist: a topcoat; Gordon Nathanson followed what appeared to be a middle-aged, meek looking housewife dressed in a plain floral print house-dress, holding, by it’s fabric string handle, a paper shopping bag containing one pound of hamburger meat, one sectioned raw chicken, one can each of Campbell’s Tomato and Mushroom soups, a large can of Del Monte Fruit Cocktail, A Jewish rye bread in a white ‘deli’ bag, a half dozen each of Delicious apples and Navel oranges, and also, one dozen extra large grade AA eggs.

Walking behind on the scantily occupied sidewalk, Gordon waited until he saw a bisecting alley, then speeding up he passed the woman, cut into the alley, and as she came abreast stepped out and...

... Unknown to Gordon Nathanson, the lady is Janice Kemblowski who was not a lady, but a fifty-five year old prostitute on her way to her monthly rendezvous with seventy-four year old Arthur Katzman, who’s milquetoast wife, Beverly, had died seven years earlier, and now Arthur can only ‘get it up’ when his Beverly/Janice wife comes through the door wearing a cheap house-dress – as she always had – carrying a shopping bag full of groceries – as she usually did – when then, dragging her to the floor, Arthur ravaged her – as only a seventy-four year old man can ravage a woman – then Janice, now naked, facing his feet, straddling Arthur with her hind quarters in open view, gave him a ‘blow-job’... then helped lift him off the floor, and Arthur, for the wife act, ‘blow-job, and his once a month, sometimes, orgasm paid Janice’s fee of fifteen-dollars, also for the bag of groceries.

... “Hey, lady!”

“Jesus H. fuckin’ Christ!” In deep thought, startled, Janice Kemblowski threw both arms into the air, spilling the contents of the shopping bag where one dozen extra large grade AA eggs splattered over her dowdy housewife shoes, and the one can each of Campbell’s Tomato and Mushroom Soups, along with the large can of Del Monte Fruit Cocktail, and six Delicious apples and six Navel oranges rolled down the steeply pitched street.

As always, buoyed by the startled look on the person’s face and her shocked reaction, Gordon’s reedy penis instantly inflated... but didn’t stay that way very long because...

Doing the last thing Gordon Nathanson, or any exhibitionist, or, for that matter, any man expects...

Janice Kemblowski plowed into him, smashing Gordon against a brick wall and, not being too bashful, her forearm pressed to his throat, grabbing hold of his, albeit, now instantly deflated penis; hanging onto the long, dangly appendage as though it were a lifeline, “Cop!” For the first time in her life Janice yelled for a, “Cop! God-damn-it! Gi’me a God’damned cop!”

Patrick McGarry, a rookie walking his beat, rushed to the sound of shouting.

But as soon as McGarry arrived and cuffed Gordon, wanting nothing to do with the police, figuring this had to be his first day on the beat because, surprisingly, Patrick McGarry must be the only cop in Detroit that did not know her, Janice Kemblowski disappeared, naturally, without giving her name.

Although they’re not too happy about a rookie cop, indeed, on the first day of his beat apprehending him, after seventeen years the Detroit Police Department did, finally, have the ‘snake man’ in the Michigan State ‘Looney-bin’. 

Janice Kemblowski was happy she’d had Gordon Nathanson arrested because, as she’d told a fellow whore later: “Creeps like him give sex a bad name.”