This is my second attempt at writing fan fic and I'm not even finished the 1st one yet. I've had so many ideas floating in my head but they wouldn't sit right in my other fic, Stranger in Trenton that I have decided to go down a whole new route. Please let me know what you think. I will still be working on the other story too.

Janet is the creator of the Plum universe, I'm just twisting it to my liking.

Chapter 1

I was sitting in my Uncle Sandor's big blue monstrous Buick wondering how it had all come to this. But I knew the answer to that one. I would like to say that it was all my own fault, but at this moment in time I was going to blame my mother.

My name is Stephanie Orr nee Plum, and my life is a mess!

Here I am at 28 years old, without a job, a car or a home and on the verge of what could turn out to be a very messy divorce. You see 2 weeks ago I found my husband Dickie fucking away with my most hated enemy Joyce Barnhardt on my shiny new dining room table. Now I know that many marriages end this way but our marriage was only 3 months old. Not only had I given up a perfectly nice apartment to live with this man, I had also given up my perfectly good job as a lingerie buyer to become a Burg housewife. Something which I was mostly against but something which my mother had persuaded me was the right thing to do. So you can see why I blame my mother for my current situation.

I was now back staying in my old bedroom sharing a one bathroom row house with an interfering mother, a father who says very little, and my completely off her rocker grandmother. To be honest though its my Grandma Mazur that has gotten me through this whole thing. She moved in with my parents when my grandfather ate his last Plum family dinner and went off to talk baseball with God. My Grandma never did like Dickie, she said his package wasn't impressive enough.

I never did have much luck with men. At age 6 I was tricked into letting a boy see my panties during a game of choo choo and some 10 years later or so I let the same boy see what was inside those panties. I lost my virginity to one of the Morelli boys behind the eclair counter of the Tasty Pastry where I was working after school at the time. He then let the whole of the Burg know about this by writing his version of events on various bathroom walls. I got my own back eventually by running him over with my father's Buick. Unfortunately he only suffered a broken leg which put him out of action for a few weeks. I had to suffer the Burg gossip mongering for a lot longer than that.

So here I was some years later letting another asshole ruin my life. It wasn't so much what Dickie had done to me, to be perfectly honest I hadn't really loved him, although I had thought I had at the time. I was kind of steam rolled into the whole marriage thing buy my mother and what was expected of a good Burg girl. What I was really pissed about was that I had lost my indepenence. I really needed to find a new apartment to start my life over but until I got a job I had no money to do so. That was why I was sitting here on Hamilton Avenue weighing up my options.

My mother had got me application forms for jobs at the button factory and personal products factory but that just wasn't me at all. I had been all set to start a job at the make up counter at Macy's until my first day when I found out I would be working with Joyce Barnhardt. Needless to say that never happened.

My father on the other hand had got me a position as Office Manager with my cousin Vincent Plum who ran his own bail bond office. Unfortunately the position was available because the previous Office Manager had found Vinnie in an awkward position with a duck in his office and had walked out. So you can understand my hesitance at taking on this job.

I was now just about to go to a job interview that would save me from ever having to witness a duck fucking incident while in the workplace. I was sitting outside a nondescript three storey building just half a block along from Vincent Plum Bail Bonds and was thinking this would be my last chance at finding a job all on my own. The job was again for an Office Manager but I had no more details than that. I had answered a small ad in the paper for this job and had received a letter yesterday asking me to come in to see the partners for a formal interview.

I read over the letter once more to prepare myself, got out the car and headed across the street. I tried to memorise the partners names in my head as I pressed the intercom button. Manoso, Santos, Brown and Devlin.

Collectively known as Rangeman Enterprises.

Just a tiny wee chapter to set the scene. Let me know what you think