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The kid slumped down in his chair like a whipped puppy. “Honest to God, Chief, I can’t explain it. I was going down to Reno’s Sports to get a pair of shorts. This lady was going along in front of me. All of a sudden, I had this…like…urge, I guess, to grab the purse. It was like somebody was telling me to do it. I felt almost like I was in this fog, or something. So I made a grab for it and the next thing I know, I’m, like, flat on my back and she’s got this crutch stuck in my neck. I thought she was gonna kill me. You know, for a minute I didn’t know why she was doing that to me. But then I remembered grabbing the purse.”
Gerhart leaned back in his chair and looked at Roberta. “This guy should write fiction.”
“I swear, Chief, that’s exactly what happened. It don’t make much sense to me, either, like, but it’s the truth.” The youth took a deep breath and wiped a hand across his face. “Oh, shit. Dad’s gonna kill me.”
“He probably will,” Gerhart said. “And if he does I won’t arrest him. I’ve got to give him a call.” He stood up.
“Please, Chief, don’t tell him. I’ll do anything.”
“Sorry. You’re a minor. That’s how it works.”
As he turned toward the door, Roberta laid a hand on his arm. “Chief, maybe you won’t have to.”
“Sure I…what do you mean?”
Roberta shrugged. “If I don’t press charges, there won’t be a problem, will there?”
“No, but I can’t believe you’re going to let him get away with this, especially after the way you nailed him to the floor.”
The kid jumped up. “Thank you, ma’am. Thank you! I…”
“Sit down and shut up,” Gerhart said. “We haven’t decided yet.”
Roberta glanced from one to the other, thinking. Finally she pointed a finger at the boy. “Look, kid, if I ease off, will you keep your nose clean?”
“Oh, yes! I promise! I’ll never do anything like this again!” He turned to Gerhart. “Please, Chief.”
Gerhart looked back and forth between Roberta and the repentant youth for a moment, then he threw his hands up. “Get out of here, before I change my mind. If I catch you at it again, I’ll lock you up so far back we’ll have to send your lunch by UPS.”
Roberta looked on sternly as the kid stuffed his belongings into his pockets and ran out. “You know,” she said, “strange as it seems, I believe the kid. You probably think I’m nuts.”
“It must be an epidemic.” He smiled. “I believe him, too. Would you like a cup of our world famous coffee? It’s guaranteed to cure your ulcer by the simple expedient of burning out the lining of your stomach.”
“Why not?” she said. “It can’t be as bad as what I make at home.”
Chapter Eight
September 21, 2004
The captain of the Privateer named the Sea Serpent licked his chops and cast an evil leer upon the naked girl tied hand and foot to the bed.
“Now, me lass,” he snarled, “we’ll see if you’ll have Captain Blacketer or not.”
He drew the cutlass from his waistband and slashed at the air above his head as the girl looked on in horror. Then he bent over her and placed the tip of the cutlass against her throat.
“Please, Captain,” she said in a trembling voice, “don’t hurt me. I…I’ve changed my mind. I’ll do whatever you want.”
She gyrated slowly back and forth on the mattress and licked her lips. The captain slipped his cutlass back through the waistband of his pantaloons and stepped closer to the bed. “Anything I want, lass? Don’t lie to me. I won’t tolerate no wench as lies to me.”
“Oh, no, Captain. I promise. Please, don’t hurt me. Please!” The girl batted her eyelashes and tried a tentative smile.
He glared down at her for a moment, then bent and slid a hand between her legs. He noted with pleasure that she was already damp. He straightened up and pulled off his singlet and pantaloons. As he revealed more and more of his
The kid slumped down in his chair like a whipped puppy. “Honest to God, Chief, I can’t explain it. I was going down to Reno’s Sports to get a pair of shorts. This lady was going along in front of me. All of a sudden, I had this…like…urge, I guess, to grab the purse. It was like somebody was telling me to do it. I felt almost like I was in this fog, or something. So I made a grab for it and the next thing I know, I’m, like, flat on my back and she’s got this crutch stuck in my neck. I thought she was gonna kill me. You know, for a minute I didn’t know why she was doing that to me. But then I remembered grabbing the purse.”
Gerhart leaned back in his chair and looked at Roberta. “This guy should write fiction.”
“I swear, Chief, that’s exactly what happened. It don’t make much sense to me, either, like, but it’s the truth.” The youth took a deep breath and wiped a hand across his face. “Oh, shit. Dad’s gonna kill me.”
“He probably will,” Gerhart said. “And if he does I won’t arrest him. I’ve got to give him a call.” He stood up.
“Please, Chief, don’t tell him. I’ll do anything.”
“Sorry. You’re a minor. That’s how it works.”
As he turned toward the door, Roberta laid a hand on his arm. “Chief, maybe you won’t have to.”
“Sure I…what do you mean?”
Roberta shrugged. “If I don’t press charges, there won’t be a problem, will there?”
“No, but I can’t believe you’re going to let him get away with this, especially after the way you nailed him to the floor.”
The kid jumped up. “Thank you, ma’am. Thank you! I…”
“Sit down and shut up,” Gerhart said. “We haven’t decided yet.”
Roberta glanced from one to the other, thinking. Finally she pointed a finger at the boy. “Look, kid, if I ease off, will you keep your nose clean?”
“Oh, yes! I promise! I’ll never do anything like this again!” He turned to Gerhart. “Please, Chief.”
Gerhart looked back and forth between Roberta and the repentant youth for a moment, then he threw his hands up. “Get out of here, before I change my mind. If I catch you at it again, I’ll lock you up so far back we’ll have to send your lunch by UPS.”
Roberta looked on sternly as the kid stuffed his belongings into his pockets and ran out. “You know,” she said, “strange as it seems, I believe the kid. You probably think I’m nuts.”
“It must be an epidemic.” He smiled. “I believe him, too. Would you like a cup of our world famous coffee? It’s guaranteed to cure your ulcer by the simple expedient of burning out the lining of your stomach.”
“Why not?” she said. “It can’t be as bad as what I make at home.”
Chapter Eight
September 21, 2004
The captain of the Privateer named the Sea Serpent licked his chops and cast an evil leer upon the naked girl tied hand and foot to the bed.
“Now, me lass,” he snarled, “we’ll see if you’ll have Captain Blacketer or not.”
He drew the cutlass from his waistband and slashed at the air above his head as the girl looked on in horror. Then he bent over her and placed the tip of the cutlass against her throat.
“Please, Captain,” she said in a trembling voice, “don’t hurt me. I…I’ve changed my mind. I’ll do whatever you want.”
She gyrated slowly back and forth on the mattress and licked her lips. The captain slipped his cutlass back through the waistband of his pantaloons and stepped closer to the bed. “Anything I want, lass? Don’t lie to me. I won’t tolerate no wench as lies to me.”
“Oh, no, Captain. I promise. Please, don’t hurt me. Please!” The girl batted her eyelashes and tried a tentative smile.
He glared down at her for a moment, then bent and slid a hand between her legs. He noted with pleasure that she was already damp. He straightened up and pulled off his singlet and pantaloons. As he revealed more and more of his
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