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Things had happened so fast, they didn’t know what had actually happened. The three mates had been walking out of the pub after a lunchtime drink and were stopped by the police.
“Excuse me, gents, I’m wondering if you can help us. We’re looking for people to join an identity line-up and the three of you look very like our suspect,” the uniformed constable explained.
“Woah, I don’t know,” Adam had answered.
“Lol, might be fun,” Mark had said.
“It’s not a fun thing,” the constable had said, “but you would be doing your good deed for the day. It should be an hour max of your time, the station is just up the road.”
“C’mon guys, I’m cool with this,” Ste said, throwing down the gauntlet to Adam and Mark. They nodded and soon found themselves in the police station, signing an agreement to undertake the line-up, and then going downstairs.

“Really appreciate this gents. Now, if I can ask you all to strip down, then I can take you next door to stand with the perpetrator for the line-up,” explained the constable.
“Strip? WTF? Who said anything about stripping?” asked a shocked Ste.
“Fucking hell, Ste, you got us into this!” added Mark, with Adam staring on in shock.
“It was clearly stated on the agreement that you were happy to be in the line-up today, and that this line-up would be conducted nude,” explained the constable.
“What? Wait.”
“The perpetrator ran naked in front of a group of women. They need to identify him…”
“Naked.”
“That’s right. So c’mon gents. Let’s get this done.”
“And if we don’t?” asked Ste.
“Then I will have to charge you all with obstructing a police officer in his duties. You would be remanded in custody and put up before the magistrate on Monday morning,” explained the constable.
“Fuck. I suppose we got no choice then,” Adam said resignedly, starting to undress. The three of them slowly stripped, embarrassed, as the police constable watched and waited.

They followed the constable down the corridor, covering their junk, leaving their clothes behind. They entered into a brightly lit room where there was already one other naked man, obviously the perpetrator, They looked at each other uncomfortably as the constable asked them to get into line, telling the perpetrator to take his position anywhere he liked between them, ending up standing between Ste and Adam. They faced the window opposite.
“Please stand still, face the front, and don’t speak. It will all be over in a couple of minutes. Five at most,” the constable said before leaving the room.
They stood nervously, aware that there would be eyes on them all, through the one-way mirror they were facing. Just how many ladies had this perpetrator been seen by? Were they all on the other side of the mirror?

It was a long ten minutes before the constable returned, “Thank you, gents, but we do have a little problem. The line-up was inclusive, so we are going to have to ask you to stay in the line for a closer look. We just need to get you to stand up on chairs, so you’re at eye level, so to speak.”
“But…,” stammered Adam.
The constable held up his hand as if to stop Adam, “It’s in the procedure, all above board. Thank you for your cooperation.”
“But…,” stammered Adam, again.
“It’s this, for just a few minutes longer or the weekend in the cells. Which is it to be?” the constable demanded.
“I, err…” Adam, deflated, stood on his chair.
“OK. Now, get yourselves nice and hard then I can bring the ladies in to have a closer look at you,” the constable said before quickly leaving the room.