This is a Polish suburb in Milwaukee. Needless to say it could use a few upgrades...and none at all, at the same time.

Not too far away, beer brews. As many Poles as there are in these parts, one would expect a vodka distillery to crop up...

At night, between a pair of discrete buildings near the suburbs, many Slavic Catholic teens loiter. Some are Polish; others aren't. They smoke, drink, and get doped. It's a great night for it...as it always is.

There's a Polish boy here, who's a mighty he-man among his peers. For that, he guzzles a lot of beer. He's considering a career in the Wisconsin militia, as a light infantryman...

One of the other guys scoffs. "LIGHT infantryman?! You've gotta stop drinking so many beers, if you hope to pull THAT off!"

Playfully, the Pole attacks the Croat boy who dared insult him, and chases him off, throughout the suburbs...

A very physically mature Polish girl, with big hooters and blonde hair, chuckles, and guzzles shots of vodka at a time. "I'll be surprised if they make it that far, as doped up as he is..."

A Lithuanian chick smokes, apathetically. She could seduce a lot of boys with that smoke. She wears her brown almost-red hair in a bob.

A Slovak boy drops some porn magazines at his own feet. He spends moments at a time, caressing each page with his easy blue eyes...

The Lithuanian chick just rolls her eyes, and shakes her head. If only he could look more locally for his heart...

A Croat chick gets stoned. She waits, semi-patiently, for the Polish boy to bring back her brother. She doesn't seem to care in how many pieces the Pole brings him back in...

Meet Irena Plevnik. She's a Slovene. She drinks, smokes, and gets stoned tonight. For that, she's fragile. She's also energetic.

She's almost distracting the Slovak hunk from his porn. Alas, the Slovak has a strong will, and forbids himself to look the cute Slovene's way. It's hard not to... But once, his mighty nation hijacked Czechoslovakia on the Nazis' behalf in WWII; he must demonstrate the same amount of wrath and discipline, if he hopes to please an employer in the near-fetched future...if it ever comes...

In the shadows, far off, a patrol car sits. Spontaneously, its headlights come on. It creeps from the shadows, and on over to where the Slavic Catholic teens are loafing and loitering.

The driver window rolls down, revealing the face of a recent ex-cadet. Meet Roderick Decker. Out-of-uniform, he's just a good ole boy from down-home Wisconsin. He loves beer and badgers just as much as any Wisconsinite. In uniform, alas, he's been taught to hate teens who loiter in all the wrong places...as much as his inner youth would've joined them every chance he got.

The Polish and Croat boys are rude to him, reminding him of his own mischievous years. Decker covers this up, of course, by threatening to run them in if they don't vanish in the next fifteen minutes.

So, they scatter. As much as many of them hate to leave their contraband where it is, they'd hate to be caught with it by the wrong people.

Rod gets out of the car, and collects all the contraband. He'll dispose of it in a dumpster somewhere far away from the precinct he reports to; his own more devious way of protecting the community...and, quite possibly, the Slovene girl he loves.

Rod keeps his hawk eye on the ass of Irena, as she runs off. She's got a nice ass, from behind. She seduces him without trying to. She's way too far off, now...

At the end of the alley, she stops and looks back at him. She doesn't stay long, and barely hints anything, before turning a corner.

Deviously, Decker puts the gear in overdrive, and trusts his intuition to help him intercept her. As he looks around, he spots the top of her head...or most of her body, from a better view...as he chases her down.

At last, he charges her from the front, as she's scurrying down an alley. His headlights are shining in her eyes. And her eyes are gawking. If she didn't have a flat chest, her boobs would be near-inflated, he's sure.

He narrows his eyes, and smiles. She can't see him; the headlights have got her distracted. Alas, he'd BETTER be something without those cop headlights, if he hopes to court her one day...

Alas, she scurries away, leaving him be. Decker grins, chuckles, and resumes his post.

He imagines that Irena's a virgin. That'd be fun, he thinks, if she was...