To serve and protect....
Part 2 of my cops series. Different artistry work and different characters. These stories will not be the same so please take the time to read each one and comment. Thank you.
Artist:http://www.furaffinity.net/user/aaron/
Artwork: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2458987
Characters Cr: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/nightskyfox
Story: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/shaesullivan/
The night shift was always the best shift to Officer Donald Truman. The twenty-nine year old German shepherd/fox hybrid made it a personal duty of his to police his district and bust anyone even remotely crossing the law giving him a no nonsense kind of attitude that made him a pride to the force. Known also for his hard green eyes, stone set jaw and his somewhat aggressive personality on the streets the mutt was one officer that anyone doing anything of a questionable nature tried to avoid like a shit stain on the sidewalk. Most of the street punks knew to stay away from this particular dog as he ran quite a number of them in for possession and petty theft filling up the cells of the police station rather quickly once he had started to patrol the west side of town.
It gave the mutt a bad standing with the more rowdy groups of teenagers who liked to hang out and cause trouble on his block, not that Truman really cared as he had the strength and the knowhow to put down a bunch of wannabe hoodlums who thought they were something special. A few scars underneath the fur on his wrists marked where the shepfox, as he was called behind his back, had been wounded while trying to disarm a knife wielding tiger that had been strung out on something stronger than marijuana. It was one of the reasons that rumors had started to fly around that Truman had once ran with the wrong crowd when he was younger or that he was some kind of ex-veteran that got an dishonorable discharge. Not one piece of evidence had come to light to support such claims but neither did the officer speak up against such gossip knowing that fear would keep down some of the more foolhardy creeps that wanted to try and tangle with him.
Now as most people knew crossing the wrong side of this officer was likely to land you behind bars you would think that he was vicious and cold to almost everyone around him but to the boys in uniform you couldn't have asked for a better person to have watching your back. Truman normally walked his block alone but the couple of times that he had been saddled a rookie who needed to learn the ropes the shepfox had been patient and almost fatherly showing the person in question just how to operate the mean streets of the city. For the most part though, those means streets had become fairly tame and even quiet since Truman had been swapped from his former precinct to the 38th. Though that didn't mean that everything went all hunky-dory for the mutt, as tonight he had been sitting in his patrol car looking a particular punk who was shaking a bottle of spray paint while looking over the side wall of a club he had just been kicked out of. Growling low and dangerous, Truman opened the door to his car and silently slipped out before pocketing his keys and then shutting the door to his vehicle.
As cops went the mutt was pretty fit under his blue uniform, maybe a little slimmer than would have been just coming from basic but no one ever told him that out of fear of his hard barking response that could leave your ears ringing. His chest was slim but toned, thighs and claves were thick and chiseled while his shoes looked like they could almost burst from his oversized feet having to be stuffed into them. Unlike many anthros Truman was plantigrade meaning that his foot actually rested on the ground instead of being raised like many of the furs on the force. While that fact may have been something that made him somewhat ostracized with his brothers no one bothered to complain especially since the mutt didn't brag about how his shoes, which many digitgrades' weren't able to wear, kept his feet from cracking and bleeding while walking the beat.
Truman sometimes felt bad about McClain's sore paws having given the full blooded German shepherd some foot ointment to help with the sores last Christmas.
While fairly normal looking in his standard issue clothes there were a few features that made the dog noticeable even at a distance. For one thing his ears were bigger and stood taller on his head than would have been considered normal for a German shepherd as his fur was a mix of colors from his twin heritage. His nose, upper part of his snout, ears and back of his head from the top of his eye ridges on back to his back were chocolate in color. Beneath the lines of his eyes save for a single dot of brown on his left and right cheeks on further past the sides of his neck were a quiet shade of tan. Lastly from his lower jaw onto the underside of his throat to the unseen inner folds of his chest were pure white.
It almost looked odd sometimes to see the brightly shimmering set of jade orbs that twinkled in between his eye sockets given the complex pigmentation of his coat. However, as a young black wolf turned around to see those beautifully heated orbs piercing him he had only enough of a moment to wonder about their oddity as the cop pulled his nightstick up into his right paw before knocking the spray can out of his hand making his fingers go numb from the sudden burst of pain.
"Naughty puppy. Don't you know you shouldn't be out here at night doing things like this? You might make the neighborhood watch call in to the station and get me down here to bust your ass?" Truman said in a patronizing tone as he waved his side handle in front of the younger lupine's face making the purple haired punk's forest green eyes stare at the weapon intently before shaking his head.
"Hey, I wasn't doing anything man!" The black wolf said in a loud voice almost as if hoping he could get someone to come and help him out of the situation he was in.
"Quiet down pup. No one is coming to help you." The officer said before poking his nightstick into the wolf's solar plexus forcing the other to take a step back until he hit the wall behind him. "And what's more, this paint behind you just happened to appear on these decades old brick just as you happened to come along?"
"Y-yeah! That's right!" A raised eyebrow from made the wolf swallow thickly before his fur began to stand up in aggravation. "Ok, fuck it! Just give me the citation and let me go about my way! I promise I won't do it anymore!"
"See that's where you're wrong on two fronts; first off I know you're lying because you just turned your head away from me when you said that and secondly, you think you can tell me what to do you little ass wipe?" Truman's voice had gone thick and almost husky as he peeled his lips over his teeth before stepping closer to the younger male getting deep into his personal bubble.
"W-what are you doing?" The black wolf actually started to feel real fear as the cop looked at him a little too deeply, almost as if trying to get into his head.
"See, I've been watching you since you came out of that building, or more like got thrown out. I bet you thought you were hot shit and tried to grope the wrong girl in there and bouncers tossed you on your ass when you got too frisky for you own good." The wolf's eyes nearly popped open as the cop told him exactly what had just happened to him. "And then you wanted to get even by marking their wall with your own little insignia to show them how badass you are." The wolf looked away from the cop as he wondered how in the fuck the shepherd could have guessed all of that.
Truman pressed his hand over the purple haired youth's chest and used his baton to raise the pup's eyes back toward him so that there were face to face again. "Look at me when I'm talking to you. You're folks may not have taught you any respect but I'm going to even if I have to beat it into you tonight."
"Fuck you asshole! You don't even know me like that! Get off of me before I..." A smack across his muzzle made stars twinkle in front of the wolf's eyes for a second before as he regained some sense of himself. "See puppy, you've done it again. Not only have you tried to be rude to me but you've also tried to tell me what to do. You see this badge up here," Truman asked sarcastically while tapping his nightstick against the golden shield. "It means that I tell you, a lawbreaker and a no-nothing punk what to do and you have to obey me or else I get really nasty with you. You don't want that." The shepherd said coolly making a shiver rundown the wolf's spine.
"You're nothing but a coward hiding behind that piece of cheap spray painted metal. I bet if you put that club of yours away I could take your ass." The lupine challenged getting an evil smirk out of Truman.
"Alright puppy, I feel like playing with you right now so let's see if you can. You beat me up and you can go about your way but if I happen to kick your little ass, and I will, then you're going to be my bitch for tonight."
"You're on, faggot. Maybe when I punch that nose of yours in I'll take my turn pounding my cock inside of your ass. I bet you'd like that wouldn't you, fuckin' homo." The purple tailed wolf said while reaching down to cup his nuts bulging out from his too tight faded blue jeans.
Truman just smiled as he put his baton back into its place on his belt before pulling his hand back from the wolf's chest and shrugging his shoulders at the younger male in readiness and nonchalant indifference. The black wolf buckled his shoulders before pulling his right arm back and making a sweeping uppercut towards the shepherd's chin. Watching as the small rock of bone and flesh came at him Truman waited until the fist was a quarter of a foot in front of his face before he slid to the side, grabbed the wolf's arm, twisted it to fold in the butterfly position and elbow the punk in the gut with his other arm.
The wolf coughed as air almost visibly left his lungs through his mouth as he was hit so hard for the first time in his life. He couldn't even fall when the cop pulled his elbow away from his stomach as he was held by the shepherd so tightly that his arm actually felt like it was being dislocated. Looking up to the other male with tearing eyes the wolf growled before he was suddenly let go of to slump on his knees onto the surprisingly clean ground.
"Had enough?" Truman mocked before the wolf rushed out to grab both of his legs. Coiling his legs together kept him from falling as the younger male clenched his biceps around the shepherd's legs to get him to fall. Sighing in boredom the officer pulled his right hand up and then decked the pup one right onto the crown of his skull.
The wolf let out a pretty yelp as he released Truman to grab onto his head as he hissed out loud from the smarting pain flowering through his brain.
"Now, since you're down on the ground underneath me I could whip out my cock and urinate on you like a dominant male marking his territory but I'm feeling somewhat amicable right now. If you start taking off your clothes, starting with your pants I'll think about not beating you further into the ground and then pissing on you. However, this offer only last for the next five seconds. If I get my zipper down before you..." The cop never got a chance to finish as the wolf shakily slid his jeans from off around his hips and then shook them off of his body. "Oh, looks like you can be taught."
Cursing the other to the depths of hell the purple haired lupine swept his paws over his naked thighs before reaching underneath the hem of his grey and blue t-shirt and began to lift it up over his head. Truman watched everything with greedy eyes as he saw the youth's naked fur become exposed to his glaring green eyes before he reached down and hauled the other up so that they were face to face.
"I want you to take those briefs off very slowly for me and then turn around to face the wall." Truman commanded as he felt his loins tighten in expectancy for the fucking that was to come.
"Y-you really are a faggot aren't you?" the wolf asked as he did as he was told and used the tips of his shortened claws to slip his underwear from around his legs.
Just when the last article of clothing was removed from around his thighs the shepherd said something made the purple haired punk's world turn upside, "So are you my little tailraiser." Truman growled hotly into his face making the lupine' jade eyes stare at him widly in both confusion and apprehension.
"No real heterosexual male would be standing naked in front of me even if I were to call thirty other cops out here to drag his ass down to the precinct. He would have fought, snarled and tired to rip me apart with every fiber of his being even if it meant losing teeth to keep both his pants on and his pride up, but not you. You willfully lowered yourself for me just because I tapped you a few times and right here," The cop poked the wolf into the chest. "and here," Truman thumped the wolf onto the head. "Because right here," Truman said as he grabbed onto the wolf's pulsing sheath and balls rubbing over them before speaking up again. "You already know it."
"Fuck you! I'm not a fag! I'm not gay! I'm straight!" The wolf howled as he squirmed under the shepherd's scrutiny as he flailed against the calloused paw tugging at his balls before a snap of teeth in front of his face made all movement just stop as he stared back up into the officer's eyes.
"Yes you are. See unlike me, whereas I can freely admit that I like to take a hot male ass and pound the life out of a submissive bitch until they are whimpering for me to stop because I've forced all of the cum out of their nuts and the pain of another orgasm would drive them insane, you've still got to try and fight with yourself to pretend that you're straight. I bet the only reason you went into that club was to prove to a couple of friends of yours that you could actually get laid by a pretty little vixen and that you're not a butt-munching little fag who likes staring at his best friend's junk, am I right?" Truman asked rhetorically, having already known the answer.
The black wolf couldn't even breathe because the words had clogged his throat up making gasps part from his lips. All of the truths of his life were spilling out from the cop's muzzle like water from a park fountain. Everything he was trying to deny. All the little facts of life that he was hiding from underneath his cool and confident demeanor were tumbling free to poke and prod at him like some kinda freak show at the circus.
"Turn around pup. Let me show you what it means to be a real faggot and then maybe after this you'll get your life straight before you really end up making a fucked up choice and having to spend five to ten in a cell." Truman whispered into one of the wolf's fluffy and twitching ears as he easily maneuvered the younger male to face the bricks before reaching behind him and pulling on the strap for his handcuffs to unloosen them.
The punk wolf didn't know which way was up anymore as he tried to process what was going on but he instantly pushed everything away and came back to himself after having both of his arms raised up over his head and then feeling his wrist wrapped up into cold metal.
"What the fuck! Stop it! Let me go!" The purple haired lupine growled but didn't move his body away from the officer despite the shepherd's broad hand just barely pushing against his back.
"I'm not holding you puppy. You're going to keep your arms up there because that's where you want them to be. You want this. Look between your legs and tell me that I'm wrong." Truman ordered and watched with satisfaction as the punk did as he was told.
Between muscular black furred legs swayed a piece of wolfmeat big enough to give anyone a mouthful. Ten inches long and two inches around the lupine noted that his erection had become steel hard as his body was manipulated by this dominating cop who seemed to be able to read him better than a bestselling novel. Watching as his pre slipped out from the folds of his mushroomed head the purple haired wolf bit his lip as he ran his cock over the front of the smooth wall to wipe the truth of his excitement away but only succeeded in pushing his ass out when he pulled back enough for the cop to get a chance to look down and see the opened hole between his tail flex and wink at him in invitation.
"So I take it that you play with anal toys a lot." Truman said more than asked.
"Okay, how the fuck do you keep doing that? Seriously!" The wolf barked as turned his head to look back at the shepherd.
"Puppies," Truman sighed in disbelief before rolling his eyes to the sky. "I can tell because your ass is too open for you to have been a virgin back here. From what I can see you like to play with big toys because your anal muscles shouldn't be this wide." The cop explained as he lowered his other hand down to poke one of his fingers into the inner folds of the wolf's anus. Probing almost like a doctor as he pushed a thick finger all the way to his second knuckle Truman teased at the pup's hidden entrance but experienced before fingering around to find the younger male's inner pleasure zone.
Arching and yelping when his prostate was touched for the first time by another male instead of a silicone imitation the purple tailed wolf crooned as the aggression he was feeling flowed free out his pours the same with his sweat. Heavy moisture ran over the punk's body up over his fur as he began to pant and push his hips back onto the cop's exploring digit. Another finger joined the first spreading the lupine open even more as Truman began to scissor through his rectum in an attempt to prepare the now somewhat placid youth. His right hand still kept tightly pressed over the punk's back but it wasn't forcefully putting pressure onto the other but more so keeping the wolf in place just in case his legs gave out on him.
The musky scent of a male ready to be bred coaxed over the shepherd's nose making him growl and hump his hips into the air as he wondered just how tight the other would be on his ample cock. Having been gifted in the genital area Truman had a hard time finding males who could actually take all of him without being split open by his hefty cock. The punk looked like he could take it though and as he looked down to his fingers being pulled into an endlessly seeming void of flesh and muscle the Truman wondered just how long it would be afterwards before the wolf found a boyfriend or stud to breed him the way only a dominant male could. Silicone and rubber only had so much use before a naturally submissive body wanted the real McCoy piercing it its depths.
When Truman felt that the wolf was prepared enough he pulled his fingers out from the sucking hole of the purple haired lupine's backside and noted that his fingers were thoroughly clean. Looking at the younger male's face the cop couldn't help but tease the pup a little as he brought his fingers up and sniffed over them before speaking, "I see someone was looking to go home in defeat and play with his toys tonight to make himself feel better tomorrow." The punk just grunted as he eyed the shepherd frostily before moaning when the cop pressed his fingers up under his nose running the slick digits over the lupine's nose to get him to scent his own inner heat and fluids.
"I bet you have at least four dildos at home, probably bought them online since you look too scared to buy them from an adult shop."
"S-stop it! Stop telling me everything about myself! I-I can't stand it!" The wolf cried out as he turned his head and thumped his skull against the bricks in front of him.
"Hehe, I like psychoanalyzing you pup. You remind me of someone I use to be a long time ago." Truman admitted, giving a piece of himself to the unknown wolf without being asked. "I'll tell you a secret though; once upon a time I was in this exact same situation as you. The only difference is that the cop who had me up against the wall was my dad's best friend. You'll never know what it feels like to feel ashamed until you have someone you respect beating a life lesson into you with a thick and remorseless erection. See I didn't give a shit about my old man, old bastard was too good to ever be with his family but his best friend, a husky who loved me more than my parents ever could was my idol." Truman began his story before pulling his fingers away from the wolf's nose to reach down for his pants to fumble with the zipper.
Pulling down the metal clasps with that buzzing zip sound made the lupine unconsciously raise his purple tail for what was to come. Fishing out his own length the shepherd brought out a cock so big, thick, and full that it actually made the punk's eyes bulge in disbelief when he turned his head back around to stare at the monster in the cop's paw.
"I would do anything for the dog." Truman continued his story as he pumped his maleness with his left hand getting his pre to begin spouting out from his puppymaker so that the younger male would have some lubrication before he began his anal conquest over him. "He did all of the fun father/son thing that my dad never did because he was so busy, he even reprimanded me whenever I did something bad and even beat my ass when I first stole something from the local grocers once."
The shepherd grunted as his cock began to seep pre all over his paw as he stroked over his thick stalk of meat getting on down to his swelling knot. Veins thickened and throbbed over the fat mounds that made up the ball of flesh giving it a cruel, almost sadistic look as the wolf peered down to see what was about to rip his ass open. An uncertain growl peeled over the black wolf's lips as he snapped his head up to stare at the officer in the eye making Truman smile before he aimed his weapon at the younger male's tailhole and then remove his right hand as he instantly filled the pup's body with his own.
A hot gasp of pleasure expelled from both of their mouths as the two became connected by both flesh and spirit for the first time that night. Reaching around to hug the wolf to him Truman nuzzled the lupine's throat as he inched his thirteen inches into the other with slow and deliberate movements of his steady hips.
"When my old man died I remember that my mother never shed one tear for him. No one did as they lowered his ass into the cold ground on that December afternoon. Just like the earth at that time my old man was hard, stubborn and unforgiving and when everyone separated to go about their lives I found myself at lost about what I should feel. I was...fifteen...maybe sixteen...and his death made me realize that I really had nothing to hold onto to keep me from spiraling out of control, so I did just what you're doing with your life, I wasted it. I was too antisocial then to run with a crowd but I got in enough trouble to make the local gangs take notice of me. I stole, I broke into buildings, I even once tried to get strung out on drugs just to know a greater rush than doing whatever the fuck I wanted, but I got lucky," Truman said as he found himself flush against the wolf's behind with just his knot kissing the outside of the pup's cheeks. His purple tail curled around the officer's waist almost the same way Truman's arms were around his chest as the two just stood there for seconds on end.
"He saved me. He was walking the beat that night and found me just as I finished buying from a local dealer, a real rat of a guy would sell his ass if it got him a few bucks, and grabbed my hand forced me to throw out the stuff that was in my paws. I was confused and angry so when I looked up I didn't see him; I just saw a badge and a snarling face. Just like you I fought and just like you I lost. However, unlike you I didn't get a choice in what happened to me. I was too old then for a real beating with a belt but when that husky tore off my pants and pulled down his own he slammed me against a garbage can and raped my ass until I was literally screaming for him to stop." Truman sighed as he blinked his eyes and then pulled his hips back to begin slowly fucking the young wolf.
The black lupine hissed as the girth of the shepherd's thick malemeat withdrew from his body forcing his body open before stopping when the tip of his mushroomed head laid inside of the punk's contracting hole. Letting himself rest there for a moment Truman made no move to push forward until he could feel that the pup was ready for him again when his body stopped shaking. Pushing forward the two groaned again as they became locked together in a slow dance that was as old as history. It was torturously measured as the officer took the wolf, deliberately going at a pace unhurried enough to let the purple haired punk get used to what was happening to and also make the other start to crave the fucking he was getting.
Like clockwork the wolf began to ease his pelvis forward so that his sticky cock rubbed over the wall coating the bricks in his own slime as he fell into a passionate tango with the older male. Pushing back onto the officer's cock the lupine got held by constricting arms he was forced to dance to the shepherd's beat and not his own. Whimpering and wagging his tail the punk looked at the cop and tried to convey his need with his eyes but instead of pity he got a smirk and a hungry look in return. A tongue ran over his face before the pushing back into the pup making a groaning howl spike free from once tightly clenched lips.
"He fucked me long and hard that night and when he was done he pulled out and sprayed me with the rest of his cum letting me know just how far I had fallen from his eye and the ladder of life right then. When I could blink and feel my eyes dry from the tears that had ran from their corners I looked up in time to see a fist connect with my head sending me to a dark place that became my world for a long time afterwards."
Over and over the shepherd kept sawing his way through the younger male's guts, letting his cock go up into the wolf before pulling back down and exiting the warm cavity that was the other's backside. The black lupine struggled into the officer's hold wanting him to speed up and delve into him faster and harder but this was Truman's show, not his. He was just a willful passenger along for the ride so all he could do was grin and bear it until the cop felt like moving quicker. Panting and thrusting up against the wall the purple tailed wolf watched his cock drizzle seminal fluids onto the bricks before him while his inflating knot grew to its full size. Thick, hard and musky the pup sniffed audibly as the scent of their combined lovemaking, as it could honestly be called that at this point, continued on along with Truman's story.
"When I woke up on his bed still smelling like a ten dollar hooker he chewed me out long and hard. I never felt so small or worthless as I did at that moment. I couldn't even meet his eye as he yelled at me for what seemed like hours. And then he gave me a choice," Truman clipped before beginning to speed his thrust up. His hips smacked into the wolf's body causing the younger male to jump forward and bump up into the wall as his g-spot was hammered over by a relentless piece of canine maleness.
"Do you want to guess what the choice was?" The cop hummed into the punk's ear as he breathed heavily into the shelled appendage making it twitch and then lower onto the wolf's head.
"W-what?" The lupine tried to ask as he whined from the pounding he was getting making him feel almost numb below his knees. His legs twitched but never failed him as the shepherd kept a firm hold over his chest gripping his fingers into the younger male's sides to steady him all the his balls swung back and forth into the pup's own set of testicles getting slapped backwards and then going forward on every hump like an erotic Newton's Cradle.
"Good you are listening. The choice was this; either he would beat me to death right then and there to keep me from losing my life on the streets because I was too weak to stand up and be a man and accept the fact that I was both gay and life was hard and unforgiving or I could get his help to accept myself for who I was, come out and be accepted by other and maybe even make something of myself by joining the junior police academy. And once again, just like you my jaw dropped to the floor as that husky told me something about myself that I had been trying to deny ever since my old man spoke out about his views on homosexuality when I was ten." Truman admitted as he grunted and squeezed the wolf closer to him before giving the pup all the force his hips could muster as he backed himself up and slammed forward into the purple haired lupine's ass with the power of a out of sports car in turbo drive.
The shepherd's knot banged at the punk's tailhole hammering into the youth's anus trying to get into the wet and vice tight nether regions of the other. Again and again the hard orb of flesh forced the pink pucker to spread wider and wider to allow it entrance. Every strike pushed the wolf's body to try and resist but the pup's body was quickly losing the fight as the cop grunted and sped his hips up even more making the blue of his pants seem like a blur as his thighs bounced against the lupine's calves. Up front the purple haired wolf's own wolfhood was leaking pre copiously over the bricks giving his sex enough lube to run his own hard knot over and against the wall to stimulate his nearing conclusion.
"Damn, that sounds harsh." The lupine replied before sucking on his teeth when the shepherd's knot final broke him open and sunk into its new sheath.
"I'm here instead of dead, so you tell me if I made the right choice." Truman asked as he began small but furious hammering into the pup's ass.
"I-I guess so..." Arching his back into the cop's neck the wolf grunted as a hand reached down and fondled his balls making his seed start to churn and rise up for the coming climax.
"I know so." Truman barked before pressing himself deeper into the punk's muscled body and then grunting as his orgasm hit and he began creaming the lupine's asshole to the brim.
Cum actually began to leak out around the tight seal his knot made, something the shepherd attributed to the pup playing with too many dildos instead of getting the real thing, as he came in long shots as his nuts forced themselves into the pups own pulling up and almost vibrating as the huge torrent of male sap surged upwards and out. The wolf howled to the moon as he came onto the bricks in front of him in the same second painting the red foundation with something thicker and richer than the chemicals lodged in his unseen spray can. His scrotum tugged upwards making every last drop of his musky fluids rain out through the hole in between the head of his mushroom shaped cock while the shepherd behind him held him tightly as he leaned back as his legs wobbled and then collapsed on him.
"I got you puppy. I got you." Truman reassured the other as he continued coming pushing his hips up enough so that whatever was still inside of the younger male would flow through his body and perhaps land in his guts for later on tonight.
"T-Thanks, sir." The punk said as he began to breathe more steadily as unconsciousness called out him.
"You can thank me by doing something with yourself. I know you've got the potential kid." Truman looked down at the pup's body seeing the splatter he had made and gave a nod of his head before leaning into the purple haired lupine and licking over his ears.
When the shepherd's knot finally popped out of the wolf's tailhole, some thirty minutes later, the officer reached down and picked up the younger male's briefs and stuffed them into the leaking hole before dressing them sleeping pup and walking him over to his police car. Opening his backdoor and sliding the other in the shepherd pulled the other's wallet from his pocket and then found his license before noting the area where the wolf lived. Turning his head to study the sleeping form the cop wondered just how surprised the other would be if he woke up in a bed not his own.
Going into the front and picking up his radio Truman called into dispatch letting them know he was going to make one stop before coming in for the night.