The elevator stopped to beep. <br />Two girls got in, they were alone. <br />One mentioned 'underwear' and 'creep' <br />in slightly hushed, embarrassed tone. <br />Quick reached her hand into her crotch <br />to pull them downward, just a notch. <br /> <br />Me, the detective, at the screen, <br />observing, also hearing that. <br />A sight that I had never seen, <br />then I looked down to where I sat <br />and knew that no man, 'wake or sleep <br />would ever look inside his pants <br />and call the fellow 'Nicker-Creep'.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/store-detective/
