The Institute:Daddy Issues(4)By: Evangeline Anderson
He sat back in his chair and frowned at both of us.
“Have either one of you ever heard of ‘Age Play’?”
“What’s that?” I asked blankly. Tampa has a pretty large kink community but since Salt and I are Homicide and their problems usually fall under Vice, we don’t have much to do with them. Consequently, most of my kink education consisted of what I could glean from watching the 50 Shades of Gray movie which I’d thought was pretty stupid, to be honest.
Although there was that one scene where the guy puts the girl over his knee and spanks her…but I pushed the thought away. That kind of thing never did anything for me—I had no idea why that particular scene lingered in my mind when the rest of the insipid movie was thankfully forgotten.
“Age Play is where one partner acts much younger than they actually are and the other partner assumes an older role.”
“Huh?” I said and Salt said,
“I do not understand.”
Captain Douglas sighed. “Look, it’s not my area of expertise either. But basically one of you will have to dress up as a little girl and the other one is the Daddy.”
“What?” I demanded. “Captain, you can’t be serious! That’s sick.”
“I’m afraid I am serious, Sugarbaker,” he said, frowning. “Look—it’s not what you think. It’s not about incest or pedophilia—it’s…ah, hell…” He sighed. “I’m making a mess of this. Let me get someone in here who can explain it better than I can.” He picked up his phone and spoke into it while I sat fuming. I knew exactly who was going to be the little girl and who was going to be the Daddy. It wasn’t like Salt would look good in a sailor dress and knee socks!
There was a subtle rap at the Captain’s door and then a middle aged man with thinning gray hair and spectacles poked his head in.
“Hi, excuse me. I’m Professor Stevens and I was told to come back?”
“Come on in, Professor.” The Captain made a welcoming gesture and I thought I saw relief on his face. He was passing the buck—bringing in the expert so he could sit on the sidelines and not have to take the fall for whatever harebrained scheme had been cooked up for me and my partner. I crossed my arms and tapped my fingers impatiently as the man came to sit in a chair beside the Captain, across from Salt and me.
“Hello.” He smiled at both of us but he didn’t seem encouraged by our response. I was scowling at him and Salt was giving him that patented blank Russian stare that most people find so unnerving.
“Dr. Stevens holds a PhD in Psychology with an emphasis in Alternate Sexuality,” the captain said, making the introductions. “He’ll be consulting with us on this case. And Dr. Stevens, this is Detective Salt and Detective Sugarbaker.”
Professor Stevens looked surprised. “Are those your names? Really? ‘Salt’ and ‘Sugar?’”
“Antoinette Josephine Sugarbaker, Detective First Class,” I said, emphasizing the last part of my name. With a mouthful like that, is it any wonder I go by Andi? My mom read way too many romance novels when she was pregnant with me.
“And I am Viktor Petrovich Saltanov, also detective,” Salt growled. “If you are here to explain our assignment, please get on with it.”
“Uh—okay.” The professor cleared his throat.
“Explain to them about Age Play,” the Captain said encouragingly. “Go on—just like you did for me, if you would, please Professor.”
“Of course.” The little man straightened his tie and assumed a lecturing air. I could almost see him standing in front of an auditorium full of bored students with a pointer in one hand and a sheaf of notes in the other. “Age Play,” he began, “Particularly Age Play involving a person assuming the role of a younger child is often widely misunderstood. Contrary to what some people believe, Age Players are not pedophiles.”