The plough girl squadron, part 5
by Diana the Valkyrie

I used the PIGS folder that my former boss had kindly given me,
to prepare a powerpoint presentation. I used posed pictures of
each of the girls as my opener, and I would close with my video of
Olga tearing the motorbike apart with her powerful hands. And of
her crushing the motorbike helmet between her massive thighs. But
in the middle? What was I going to say? Costs and benefits. Costs
and benefits.

"Olga, how much have we got in the Squirrel Fund?" I asked. This
was supposed to be a secret - it was all the money that the girls
had confiscated from drug dealers. "You don't want to know," she
replied. "Yes, I do," is said. It takes guts to stand up to a plough
girl, but I felt I had a special relationship with Olga and could
get away with arguing with her.

"No, you don't want to know, because if anyone asks you, you can
honestly say that you don't know." "Olga, I don't need the exact
amount, but I'm trying to plan for the future here, and I need
to know if it's a four figure sum, or five?" Olga looked at me,
and held up six fingers.

Wow. I'd been picturing a cookie jar with a couple of thousand
in it, but Olga was telling me somewhere between $100,000 and
$999,999. That's a lot more than I was thinking, and this was over
a period of just a few months. And that gave me a couple of ideas.

The first idea was that maybe we didn't need any budget from the
Chicago PD.  Maybe all we needed was for them to turn a blind eye
to our confiscations.  We incinerate the drugs, but the cash gets
recycled! It wold mean that the cost to the CPD would be a nice
round number - zero!

So I made a few slides to illustrate that, and then I thought
about the benefits. For that, I used the data that the NYPD had
been collecting.  I made a graph of all the busts that the PIGS
had made, showing the muggings and drug busts separately.

Then I made a graph of reported crimes. The muggings started off at
a high level, but the PIGS soon made an impact, and by the time we
got to five months in, muggings were down 80%, and still falling.
But the reported drug crimes? Exactly the opposite. The started
off low, and then they rose over the five months.

But I had a good explanation for that. If a customer buys a couple
of grams of coke from a street corner dealer, who is going to report
the crime?  No-one. But as soon as the PIGS went into action, they
smashed these unreported crimes. So here, the number of drug busts
would be the important number.

By the time I was done, I had a very convincing story. At no
cost to the city, over the next six months we could put an end to
most violent street crime, and make good advances in the "war on
drugs". And the proceeds from that war, would finance the whole
thing.

I showed my presentation to the girls, and they made a few
suggestions for improvements. Milly had a great picture of her
flipping a car over, and Tatiana had some very gruesome genital
injury pictures, which I thought I'd leave out. Blossom had a nice
picture of her both crushing and smothering a bad guy. You could
almost hear the cracking of the ribs, and the desperate attempts
to breathe while Blossom's breasts were preventing the intake of air.

So, I was all ready to set off for Chicago. I had the address, I
had a hotel booked, I had a flight booked, I had an appointment with
Captain Andrews, and then Olga shoved her oar into the plan. "You're
not going by yourself," she said, "Chicago is well-known for having
dangerous streets, and a little four foot eleven guy who looks like
a strong wind would put him down, is going to look like easy prey."

I could see her point. The coward in me totally agreed. "I'll go with
him," said Blossom, and she moistened her lips. "No," said Olga,
"if we leave you and Mike alone for three days, he'll be too weak
to stand up when he does his pitch." Blossom looked disappointed,
and so was I. Blossom has hyper-developed genitalia, and maybe I'll
explain what that means some other time.

Tatiana shook her head. I was glad, because that girl seriously
scared me, and the thought of being alone with her for three
days make me feel weak at the knees. "So it's me," said Milly. I
like Milly.  She's too wide to get through a standard door, and
her tits aren't as huge as Olga (and no-one is a huge as Blossom),
but she has a good heart and she's very gentle with me when she
gets me horizontal.

"Or me," said Olga.

Olga and Milly faced each other. Both of them are powerful plough
girls, and all I wanted to do was get out of their way. I took refuge
in Blossom's arms while Olga and Milly scowled at each other. "Come
on," said Tatiana, "stop acting like dudes." She showed them a
dime. "Heads he goes with Milly" and she spun the coin. It fell to
the floor, and Roosevelt faced the carpet. So I'm going with Olga.

And so it was that Olga and I took the aeroplane to O'Hare. "I've
never been in an aeroplane before," she told me, so I made sure
she had a window seat. "When I came to the US, I came by ship from
Hamburg, because if you're carrying a 620 pound plough, the excess
luggage charge on an aeroplane is ridiculous." "But you had planes in
Ukraine," I supposed. "Yes, but when I was in Novovysoke they were
so high in the sky you couldn't really see them in detail." "But
didn't you see planes on the ground?"



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