Keying the url of a British site and the relevant password he crossed through into a world of forbidden fantasy and vice.

Reg liked British sites. The models were so much nicer than on the American ones. More normal, not posing puppets but real men, the sort you might pass on the street, work with, see across a crowded pub. Not over-muscled perfect bodies.

Reg just looked, he'd never even thought of physically fulfilling his fantasies. It's not that he thought no one would want him, it was just they were fantasy and in his experience the mind was far more powerful than the other senses.

Reality often proved disappointing.

These were normal men, thin, fat, old young, personal pictures, short notes they'd written themselves. Descriptions of what they liked best. Some were gentle, prosaic "I'm Michael and I like long walks and cuddles in front of the fire" This attached to a picture of the ugliest bloke Reg had ever seen, fat blonde and dressed in leather and chains, his enormous cock barely constrained in a studded harness. Others were, in words at least, far more explicit detailing the 'advertisers' sexual preferences in morbid detail.

The part of him that was a policeman disapproved, the part of him in his left hand was definitely more enthusiastic

He let the site load the home movie of the week two minutes of 'hot action' the banner promised

He ran it through a couple of times hand moving in counterpoint to the action on the screen. He knew outsiders would think this was tawdry, disgusting even. But to him it was simply a way of fulfilling his needs without any risk to his job or his health. There were a couple of officers at Sun Hill who'd do well to learn from his example.

Temporarily satiated he concentrated now on the aesthetic rather than the purely sexual, flicking through the more arty shots with the dedication of a man who knew what he was looking for.

The last set were a revelation. The model was young, eighteen or nineteen at the most, still with the gawky gracefulness of youth. They were pretty grainy, probably scanned from a home movie. The obsessive detail part of Reg decided it was probably Super Video 8 using a couple of desk lamps for illumination

He started off fully clothed, leather trousers, plain grey T-shirt, sunglasses, bare feet, leather waistcoat, long dark hair caught at the nape of his neck in a silver clip. He wasn't beautiful in any classical way just well built, olive skin warm against the white backdrop - which Reg decided was a large, or king size Egyptian cotton sheet, possibly Marks and Spencer's.

Each picture loaded in order, set up like a peep show. The first ones were preening and posing, the model turning his body for the camera, bending over in classic move cheesecake shots. Even though the mirrored shades hid his expression Reg could tell the smile went all the way to his eyes. There was a humour, a joy here that was obvious even from the pictures. Too young to have seen enough of life to make him cynical. The model was enjoying himself, liked being the centre of attention.

Some shots were clearer than others, where he'd held a pose for longer

Six shots followed of the young man taking off his T-shirt, slim bare chest, dark nipples standing out against pale skin. The dark hair under his arms a smoky smudge in some of the more grainy shots. The glasses stayed in place, hiding, making secret, distancing him from both the camera and the viewer as more of his body was revealed Reg put the url in his bookmark file.

Naked, one large hand concealing his assets laughing his head off. Clothed, the entire series could have been adverts for the latest aftershave or designer clothes range they had that artistic 'Calvin Klein' feel.

Staring straight into the camera eyes uncovered for the first time baring more of his soul than was possible from his mere nakedness. With the first traces of the adult arrogance Reg knew so well and hints of a dark smouldering sexuality obviously directed straight at the person behind the camera.

Reg right clicked, saved that final picture in a file marked RS.JPG and signed off.