JustAnotherHornyGirl
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"Can you help a girl out?"
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(Closed to Bill525)
Chloe stood at the top of the stairs, twirling her hair nervously as she watched her sister Sarah's husband, Bill, enter the lobby of Precinct 22.
"Miss Davis, please come take a seat."
She looked to the Sergeant who was processing her paperwork at a nearby desk, then looked to Bill again. He looked to her, too, and she gave him a weak, waggling fingers wave to ensure he saw her.
All she could think was, Fuck...
She returned to her seat next to the cop's desk and initialed or signed the highlighted spots on the form where he pointed with his own pen. She felt like she was buying a new car or checking in for a doctor's appointment, not acknowledging that she was being released OR -- on her own recognizance.
"Someone here's to pay your bail?" the Sergeant asked.
Chloe looked up just as Bill reached the top of the stairs. She said softly, "That's what I'm hoping. May I?
The Sergeant checked out Bill and nodded his permission for her to go to him. Chloe jumped up and walked to Bill, stopped, then asked tentatively, "Can you help a girl out?"
She giggled nervously, then moved fully forward and wrapped her arms around Bill's torso for a quick, gentle hug. She stepped back again, hesitated a moment, then laughed. "This wasn't exactly the way I had planned on meeting you the first time."
Behind her, the Sergeant chuckled. She shot him a hard glare, to which he gave Chloe a gesture of apology. "He needs to sign these, too. Then back downstairs to pay the bail and confirm your court date."
"Sorry about this, Bill," Chloe apologized. "I guess now you know why Sarah's been keeping me away from you, or you away from me."
As Bill dealt with the Sergeant, Chloe reflected on how she'd gotten here, not just to the police station on this visit but to this stage of her life as well.
She didn't consider herself a bad person, but Chloe had been in trouble since the very first months of her teens. She'd been arrested at 13 for shoplifting earrings; she'd been busted at school at 14 for smoking in the girl's bathroom; at 15, she'd helped a dozen girls decorate the Principal's car with spray paint for his cutting funding to the Cheer Squad; at 16, she'd been caught holding for a friend and spent 6 months in Juvie Hall for Conspiracy to Distribute a Controlled Substance; and at 17 came the last straw as far as her parents had been concerned when she'd gotten knocked up by her 38 year old World History teacher, who had also been Chloe's Senior Class Advisor.
Her conservative Catholic parents had forced her to have the baby, of course. She'd left school, left town, and even left the state, living with a Great Aunt in Minnesota for a year and a half before she was arrested there as well and sent packing.
The great irony of the whole making a baby thing was that after it was born, it was adopted by a couple who lived back home: a stay-at-home wifey type and her husband, who was a World History teacher and Senior Class Advisor. Yeah, him. Chloe never did find out whether the asshole's wife knew the paternal parentage of the little boy she was going to be raising. She had heard over the years, though, that the little kid was the spitting image of his father, so, you had to wonder whether or not his wife had figured out his sudden desire to become an adoptive father.
After that, Chloe's wild side only got wider. She experimented with harder drugs, spent a total of 18 weeks over the next 5 years in County for a variety of petty crimes, and never once had a relationship with a man that hadn't turned out to be abusive, either emotionally, verbally, or physically. Of course, Chloe was no cupcake, so more often than not, she had in the end figured that the breakups were probably her fault anyway, and that wasn't just your typical female denial guilt bullshit.
The worst thing, of course, was that she had never repaired her relationship with her family. Oh, she kept in touch with Sarah, which was how she'd been able to get a hold of Bill to get her bail paid. But despite her sister's superficial attempts as acting like family, Chloe knew that Sarah still disapproved of her lifestyle and was only helping her out because it made her look good.
Chloe suspected that behind the scenes, Sarah was probably secretly telling their folks what she was doing for the black sheep, to ensure that they continued to see her as their good child. But, who knows, that might have just been Chloe's imagination and guilt.
Chloe had problems with Sarah's life, too. Her older sister lived with the proverbial stick up her butt. She'd never smoked, never drank, never fucked around, never even gotten a speeding ticket. Despite not having children in the school district in which they lived, Sarah was involved in more than a dozen child and student related organizations. She volunteered at a homeless shelter, a veteran's retirement home, the Church obviously, and God knows where else.
As Chloe watched Bill sign the papers on the Sergeant's desk, she couldn't help but smile devilishly, wondering how the fuck this man survived married life. Their mother had taught the girls that sex was for making babies and keeping husbands happy, and that cocks -- her word had been winky -- were never meant to be put anywhere other than in their wife's love garden.
Poor guy, she thought as Bill finished and turn to her. You met and married the WRONG sister, buddy.
"Thanks, I appreciate it a lot," Chloe told him. "I called Sarah to help me, not realizing she was in Buffalo at a, what was it, the National Quilting Bee Convention?"
She chuckled, then cut it off short, fearing she would offend Sarah's husband. Again, she said, "Thanks. Maybe ... maybe I can make it up to by buying you a drink. MacAfee's is just across the street."
She leaned to look around Bill, asking the Sergeant who was watching the exchange with interest, "Cop bar, right? Cops always know the best booze establishments."
The Sergeant only laughed, stood, and walked off toward the coffee pot. Chloe looked to Bill again and said with a resigned shrug, "Or you can just pay my bail and leave me outside. I'm sure I can find someplace to sleep tonight. There is a cop bar across the street, after all."