“Belle classe aujourd’hui, sergeant,” one officer said as he got ready to leave. Two others agreed with him.
“Merci. The next class will be harder,” she answered and waved as they left to go on duty.
Michael and Jean-René spoke for a few minutes about how each of the students was doing.
“Yes,” Michael concluded, “I think it will only take the four weeks. They should be recertified by the end of next week. They’re a good group.”
“And how was your date the other night?” Jean-René made sure that they were close enough for the clerk to hear but not be obvious about it.
“That was a dead-end. She’s over the edge in bed. I mean, she’s good-looking and all but it was a good thing I knew martial arts. She tried to handcuff me to her bed.”
“What?” Jean-René appeared shocked.
“Yes, I told her that I wasn’t into that shit.”
Jean-René glanced over at the clerk with eyes wide. The clerk shook her head in awe.
“I said to find someone else to do that to.”