Fay desperately wished she hadn't slept the day before. She had just taken
her medication for the morning, and was getting ready for school. She felt
like something odd was happening , but how could she know that today was
the day that Frank had fretted over for the last few days?
She got in her car, still very tired. As she drove, she came closer to a pulled over police car. She slowed, and saw a black car in front of it, parked off-road. She could swear that it was Frank's, but then she dared not stop. For one, she couldn't miss another school day. For another, she was determined to stop thinking about Frank.
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Frank cursed. The policeman tapped the car window. Frank rolled it down, dreading the cop's reprimanding. Frank was wearing a cape and his trademark make-up. The policeman raised an eyebrow, "Sir, we've had complaints about a lunatic running amok in drag.. One woman got his car's license plate.. It happens to be yours.. Could you please step out of the car?"
Frank rolled his eyes and opened the door gently, "Of course, officer."
The man eyed his face and cape. "What's under the cape?"
Frank put an easy-going hand against the car, "Sir, I think we both know what's under the cape.."
The officer crossed his arms, "Please remove the cape."
He grudgingly let the covering drop. The man's eyes widened. He cleared his throat, "Sir, expressing yourself is one thing, but.. that may be a bit too far.."
Frank answered, "Oh, I'm sorry. I was under the impression that this was the home of the free."
The man was tolerant, "Under just that complaint, I can't charge you of any crimes.. Still, it was reported that you, over the course of the night, have sexually harassed several.. men and women."
Frank nodded, "Ok, yes. Sure, if that's what you call it. I call it flirting. My definition of sexual harassment is being sexually approached when you do not want to be.. None of my 'partners' had any resistance to offer.."
The man was blunt, "You're an arrogant dickhead, sir."
Frank smiled, "Why, thank you.. I was just having some fun before I left this place.."
"Denton?"
"No. Earth."
"Excuse me?"
"I'm from another planet, you see. It's called Transexual." Frank didn't care anymore. He didn't care who he told, who knew. All he wanted was to get away. In his conscious, however, he saw no regression. Instead, he felt that he was feeding his true self. He had decided that he didn't need any of them. He would have his fun, and anyone who tried to stop him had a death wish.
The policeman quickly cuffed Frank, "Sorry, sir, I'll need to arrest you."
Frank was very angry, "Why?"
"You're from another planet, you said?"
"Yes, Transexual."
"That sounds like an insanity plea to me."
"Oh, yeah? I agree with you. It's my field, after all."
"Oh?" The man pushed Frank to his car, "Who are you?"
"Dr. Frank N. Furter. I work as a psychologist."
"Ah.."
"By the way, do you remember the Janet Weiss/Brad Majors rape case?"
The man stopped as he was about to shut the back seat door with Frank within it, "Yes, as a matter of fact, I do.. Why?"
Frank smiled, "I found them both very boring when I did that.. They were both virgins, you know.."
The man's eyes widened. Frank just smiled back at him arrogantly. The man finally shut the door on Frank's satisfied sneer. The car picked up speed as the policeman began to drive, and Frank read the digital clock on the dashboard: 10:09 AM.
She got in her car, still very tired. As she drove, she came closer to a pulled over police car. She slowed, and saw a black car in front of it, parked off-road. She could swear that it was Frank's, but then she dared not stop. For one, she couldn't miss another school day. For another, she was determined to stop thinking about Frank.
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Frank cursed. The policeman tapped the car window. Frank rolled it down, dreading the cop's reprimanding. Frank was wearing a cape and his trademark make-up. The policeman raised an eyebrow, "Sir, we've had complaints about a lunatic running amok in drag.. One woman got his car's license plate.. It happens to be yours.. Could you please step out of the car?"
Frank rolled his eyes and opened the door gently, "Of course, officer."
The man eyed his face and cape. "What's under the cape?"
Frank put an easy-going hand against the car, "Sir, I think we both know what's under the cape.."
The officer crossed his arms, "Please remove the cape."
He grudgingly let the covering drop. The man's eyes widened. He cleared his throat, "Sir, expressing yourself is one thing, but.. that may be a bit too far.."
Frank answered, "Oh, I'm sorry. I was under the impression that this was the home of the free."
The man was tolerant, "Under just that complaint, I can't charge you of any crimes.. Still, it was reported that you, over the course of the night, have sexually harassed several.. men and women."
Frank nodded, "Ok, yes. Sure, if that's what you call it. I call it flirting. My definition of sexual harassment is being sexually approached when you do not want to be.. None of my 'partners' had any resistance to offer.."
The man was blunt, "You're an arrogant dickhead, sir."
Frank smiled, "Why, thank you.. I was just having some fun before I left this place.."
"Denton?"
"No. Earth."
"Excuse me?"
"I'm from another planet, you see. It's called Transexual." Frank didn't care anymore. He didn't care who he told, who knew. All he wanted was to get away. In his conscious, however, he saw no regression. Instead, he felt that he was feeding his true self. He had decided that he didn't need any of them. He would have his fun, and anyone who tried to stop him had a death wish.
The policeman quickly cuffed Frank, "Sorry, sir, I'll need to arrest you."
Frank was very angry, "Why?"
"You're from another planet, you said?"
"Yes, Transexual."
"That sounds like an insanity plea to me."
"Oh, yeah? I agree with you. It's my field, after all."
"Oh?" The man pushed Frank to his car, "Who are you?"
"Dr. Frank N. Furter. I work as a psychologist."
"Ah.."
"By the way, do you remember the Janet Weiss/Brad Majors rape case?"
The man stopped as he was about to shut the back seat door with Frank within it, "Yes, as a matter of fact, I do.. Why?"
Frank smiled, "I found them both very boring when I did that.. They were both virgins, you know.."
The man's eyes widened. Frank just smiled back at him arrogantly. The man finally shut the door on Frank's satisfied sneer. The car picked up speed as the policeman began to drive, and Frank read the digital clock on the dashboard: 10:09 AM.