Men in Uniform

So this burly guy approaches me wearing a freshly pressed uniform, with a truncheon dangling from his belt. "Ooh, hon!" I said. "I'm loving the truncheon thing."
He glared at me.
I reached out and tweaked the end of his truncheon with my thumb and forefinger. "My, that's a big one," I said.
He continued glaring at me.
I ran my fingers through my hair and looked into his big, blue eyes. "Come here often?" I teased.
"Smith! Get your bloody arse in gear and follow me to the prison warden's office," he barked.
Assertive too! This one's a keeper!