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Tiffany's Poem: Whispers from the past Part 19
The Police Station
The hustle of the room did nothing to appease the tension raging in Jarod 'damn it when I sent her to the police station she at lest deserved it.' Glaring at the slow police office, Jarod noticed that Broots was in a question booth spilling his guts. 'Damn it.'
Major Charles watches his son groan and shift about in his chair 'I hope this is the worst of what she is planning to do.' Looking down at his feet, Major Charles smiles 'at lest I'm not stuck to the floor.'
Wild Bill's
Picking up the spoon "so you mean to tell me," putting the spoon in her mouth, and pulling it out, swallowing "that my husband has another son by your" pointing to Miss Parker "mother. Ethan is his name."
"Yep," laughs Debbie "and it doesn't stop there."
Looking at the girls in front of her "ok, where does it stop?"
Pulling out her wallet Miss Parker flips it open pointing to the picture inside "here."
Ben's House
"Oh my god," laughs Ethan "he is so dead. I can't believe he messed with her phone card."
"Why not," questions Ben as he looks at the two boys rolling around on the floor laughing.
Taking a steadying breath "because it is like her life line," pausing for breath "she only uses that in an emergency."
The Police Station
Watching his father go into the questioning booth, Jarod blows out his breath until an office indicated for Jarod to follow him. Following the male office into one of the back booths Jarod was instructed to wait there for another officer.
Sitting down on the table Jarod impatiently waits for the officer to come in the room. 'Dan it what now?' he ponders as a female office walks into the room, carrying a small blue box. Looking at the office Jarod sees an ugly obese woman, placing the box on the table next to him.
"Got off the table," she orders "and stand over there," pointing to the wall.
Glancing to the wall "why," asks Jarod as he starts to comply. He hears the sounds of plastic gloves, looking at her he does indeed see gloves on her hands "what's that for?"
Smirking the officer states "protection. Now kindly move it."
Outside the Room
"WHAT! No way!" echoes down the hall, along with a loud thump.
Major Charles turns and starts down the hall towards his son when Broots arm restrains him "if that is what I think it is, I really won't go down that way."
"Why not," demands Major Charles.
Swallowing Broots clears his throat "he didn't tell you huh?"
"Tell me what?"
Looking around him to make sure that what he was going to tell the major wouldn't be over heard "Jarod kind of.." pausing "he had Miss Parker striped searched." Shock was evident on Major Charles's face "yep you heard right, and that's not what she considered to be the worst of it."
"Really what does she consider to be the worst?" asks Major Charles.
"Well all the stupid little clue games, Jarod would play," Broots spend the next twenty minutes explaining some of the simpler games Jarod has played on Miss Parker throughout the years.
Hearing the door slam, a disgruntled Jarod walks towards them, Major Charles fights to control his urge to laugh at his son 'well what did you think she was going to do to you?'
"Excuse me," says an officer "one of you Jarod?"
"Yes," growls Jarod "I'm Jarod."
Handing him an envelope "this is for you?"
Raising an eyebrow "what's that?"
"it looks like Miss Parker is taking her cues from you," laughs Broots "I'm going back to Ben's I don't want to be around when things start to get interesting."
"Look son," starts Major Charles "I'm going with Broots here. From what I just heard, you're on your own." Major Charles pulls out his wallet hands his son some money, then turns and leaves him there, walking out with Broots.
'Damn I knew I shouldn't have done that to her.'
*************************************** More? Dream And yes I have to ask.
Tiffany's Poem: Whispers from the past Part 19
The Police Station
The hustle of the room did nothing to appease the tension raging in Jarod 'damn it when I sent her to the police station she at lest deserved it.' Glaring at the slow police office, Jarod noticed that Broots was in a question booth spilling his guts. 'Damn it.'
Major Charles watches his son groan and shift about in his chair 'I hope this is the worst of what she is planning to do.' Looking down at his feet, Major Charles smiles 'at lest I'm not stuck to the floor.'
Wild Bill's
Picking up the spoon "so you mean to tell me," putting the spoon in her mouth, and pulling it out, swallowing "that my husband has another son by your" pointing to Miss Parker "mother. Ethan is his name."
"Yep," laughs Debbie "and it doesn't stop there."
Looking at the girls in front of her "ok, where does it stop?"
Pulling out her wallet Miss Parker flips it open pointing to the picture inside "here."
Ben's House
"Oh my god," laughs Ethan "he is so dead. I can't believe he messed with her phone card."
"Why not," questions Ben as he looks at the two boys rolling around on the floor laughing.
Taking a steadying breath "because it is like her life line," pausing for breath "she only uses that in an emergency."
The Police Station
Watching his father go into the questioning booth, Jarod blows out his breath until an office indicated for Jarod to follow him. Following the male office into one of the back booths Jarod was instructed to wait there for another officer.
Sitting down on the table Jarod impatiently waits for the officer to come in the room. 'Dan it what now?' he ponders as a female office walks into the room, carrying a small blue box. Looking at the office Jarod sees an ugly obese woman, placing the box on the table next to him.
"Got off the table," she orders "and stand over there," pointing to the wall.
Glancing to the wall "why," asks Jarod as he starts to comply. He hears the sounds of plastic gloves, looking at her he does indeed see gloves on her hands "what's that for?"
Smirking the officer states "protection. Now kindly move it."
Outside the Room
"WHAT! No way!" echoes down the hall, along with a loud thump.
Major Charles turns and starts down the hall towards his son when Broots arm restrains him "if that is what I think it is, I really won't go down that way."
"Why not," demands Major Charles.
Swallowing Broots clears his throat "he didn't tell you huh?"
"Tell me what?"
Looking around him to make sure that what he was going to tell the major wouldn't be over heard "Jarod kind of.." pausing "he had Miss Parker striped searched." Shock was evident on Major Charles's face "yep you heard right, and that's not what she considered to be the worst of it."
"Really what does she consider to be the worst?" asks Major Charles.
"Well all the stupid little clue games, Jarod would play," Broots spend the next twenty minutes explaining some of the simpler games Jarod has played on Miss Parker throughout the years.
Hearing the door slam, a disgruntled Jarod walks towards them, Major Charles fights to control his urge to laugh at his son 'well what did you think she was going to do to you?'
"Excuse me," says an officer "one of you Jarod?"
"Yes," growls Jarod "I'm Jarod."
Handing him an envelope "this is for you?"
Raising an eyebrow "what's that?"
"it looks like Miss Parker is taking her cues from you," laughs Broots "I'm going back to Ben's I don't want to be around when things start to get interesting."
"Look son," starts Major Charles "I'm going with Broots here. From what I just heard, you're on your own." Major Charles pulls out his wallet hands his son some money, then turns and leaves him there, walking out with Broots.
'Damn I knew I shouldn't have done that to her.'
*************************************** More? Dream And yes I have to ask.