Dr. Peter

The homeowner walked around to the front of the house, trimmers in hand. It was late morning and the day was heating up. He wanted to get the hedge done before the temperature reached a hundred and he knew that would have to hurry.

The homeowner worked at a steady pace despite the sweat running into his eyes. He stopped the trimmers and stepped back to make sure the hedge was level. He used the pause to wipe his brow and take a swig of water from the jug. As he lifted the jug, he thought he heard a voice, shouting in the distance.

He set the trimmers down and walked across his yard and into the street, pausing as he reached the middle of the pavement. He heard it again. It did seem like someone shouting and it sounded like it was coming from the creek bed. He finished crossing the road and went to the edge of the bluff, gazing down onto the hiking path that followed the  edge of the creek.

It was from there that he saw the man, standing on the hiking path. The man was too far away for the homeowner to see clearly exactly what was going on, but it seemed as if the man had his back to him and was doubled over, his hands clutching at his midsection.

The homeowner ran back into the house and retrieved a pair of binoculars. He kept a pair near the front door, as the view from the top of the bluff was outstanding. He also liked to monitor activity on the path, keeping an eye on the perverts who liked to use it as a meeting place for their sordid activities.

The binoculars provided the homeowner with a better view of the man, who was still standing on the path. The homeowner could clearly see him, he had now turned so that he was nearly facing the homeowner. He was still bent at the waist, but the homeowner could see that there was something in the mans waistband and that the man had his hand on the object. The man moved the object, yelling as he did so.

The homeowner had two distinct impressions as he watched the man through the binoculars. First was that the man had shouted "help me", second was that the object in the man's waistband was a gun. The homeowner went back into the house to call the police.

Motor 27 took the man with a gun call. Although motors typically didn't take radio calls, Motor 27 had jumped this one as it was easier for him - he didn't have to stop and remove the gate to drive onto the path. Besides, you never knew what you would find down there, with all of the fairies hanging out.

The Kawasaki easily navigated the paved path as it wound it's way through the greenery next to the creek bed. Motor 27 spotted the man as came around shaded curve. He slowed the bike and saw that the man had his hands at his waist, grasping at what looked like the grip of a gun.  He drew his weapon while still seated and aimed it at the man, ordering him to raise his hands.

Motor 27 dismounted, covering the man as he moved behind the motorcycle, using it as a shield. He ordered the man to lie face down on the path, keeping his sights aimed squarely at the man's center body mass. The man complied and laid down on the hot asphalt, his arms straight out to the side.

The officer quickly cuffed the man and rolled him onto his side. The grip of a black object protruded from his partially undone pants. Unsure of exactly what the object was, Motor 27 jerked on the grip to remove it from the man's waistband. The man screamed as his pelvis moved with the black object.

Motor 27 let go of the object and finished opening the man's pants. He was surprised at what he saw. The object was a cordless drill motor, it's chuck firmly entangled with what remained of the man's foreskin. Motor 27 laughed, then radioed for medical aid.

Rescue 211 was at the store buying groceries when the call came in. Peter and Bob were just getting ready to get in line and were forced to leave their groceries in the cart. The box-girl took the cart and set it aside, the firemen getting  interrupted while shopping was not uncommon.

The rescue entered the park and drove to the hiking path. They pulled a ring of keys from the glove box, then set about the task of finding the right one and unlocking the gate to the path. Once the gate was removed, the rescue drove down the path, soon arriving at Motor 27's location.

Motor 27 couldn't help but chuckle as he told Peter that the man had been somehow pleasuring himself with the drill motor and had became entangled with it. By now, the cuffs had been removed and the man was standing there, holding onto the still attached drill motor.

Peter approached the man and took a look at the results of the event. Peter didn't like the idea of leaving the drill motor attached, It was disguising the extent of the injury and he felt that it would be too difficult to secure the drill motor during loading and transport.

Peter told the man to hold the handle and body of the drill motor, then dropped to his knees and began manually turning the chuck in the opposite direction until the foreskin was freed.

Bob couldn't believe what he was seeing. He wished he had a camera with him, the sight of Peter on his knees, hands at the man's crotch, the man's pants down around his knees too priceless not to record. Motor 27 was laughing his ass off. He couldn't wait to share this at roll call. Peter just felt that he was doing his job.

A dressing was applied, the ambulance arrived and soon the mangled patient was en-route to the hospital.

Now you know how Peter came to be called Doctor Peter the peter doctor, a name cemented into legend.

A legend furthered after another call, a month or two later. That one involved a man, a mother-in-law, a gun, a testicle and direct pressure.

Thanks for reading,
Schmoe