Chapter 3: The Aftermath

Jimmy continues his story: The Marshalls arrived and immediately said it was an inside job. They gave both the afternoon shift Deputy and the night Deputy lie detector tests. Of course they passed with flying colors. After listening to the night Deputy tell about the firecrackers out front they figured it was a diversion for someone, probably his girlfriend, to get into the jail and release Jose. They put out all kinds of bulletins for both, all to no avail. The Feds hung around town for a week or so then left. I never bothered to check on their progress with the case and soon it went cold. I did see Jose’s picture in the post office one day. His tattoos were described pretty well. I imagined he would be proud!

“I bet that’s why you retired. People would not like voting for the man who let the murderer of a well-respected lady escape on his watch.”

Becky walked up to the table with a towel wrapped around her. She is holding the towel with one hand and in the other both the top and bottom of the bikini.

“That happened 10 years before Jimmy retired. He won two more elections after that ‘escape’. When Charlie Benson, Mrs. Benson’s grandson, who owns “Benson Tool and Equipment Rentals”, let it be known that Jimmy had rented a woodchipper a couple of days before the escape, well people would just nod their heads and grin. It also did not go un-noticed the Jimmy never wasted time looking for Jose.”

“What happened to Ronda?” That’s what Bobby wants to know after listening to what we had done?!

“She hooked up with one of the female Marshalls that had come to town to search for Jose. She became a United States Marshall and now she and her partner fly all over the country looking for escaped convicts.”

Bobby stood up and said it was time for his medicine and again thanked me for an ‘interesting’ morning. He smiled at Becky then took her hand.

“And thank you Becky! You made a sick old man very happy this morning.” With that said he walked down the steps and back over to his house. Becky waited until she heard his door close.

“A woodchipper?! A FUCKINGWOOD CHIPPER? Where did that come from?”

She is laughing so hard I think she may wet herself!

“It did happen on Halloween, so I made it a horror story. Thanks for the help with that ‘Bensons’ Tool and Equipment Rental’. That sold it!”

“You’re welcome.”

“I mean where is the horror in us driving Jose up in the mountains to an abandoned mine shaft, putting a bullet in his head and throwing him in. I think a woodchipper adds a certain flair to the story. But what was that about Ronda being able to touch her nose with the tip of her tongue?”

“She can do that. I’ll get her to show you the next time she visits.” Ronda is not married and still works as an investigator for the state. She spends a few days every now and then with us here in Florida.

Becky stands up straight and looks at me with that silly grin of hers. I know that grin!

“Daddy I’ve been a bad girl.” Becky is now talking in her little girl voice. She knows that turns me on!

“What did you do?”

“I let Bobby see me naked! Not just my titties, he saw my kitty!”

“Little girl you’re going to get a spanking for that!”

Becky dropped the bikini and towel on the deck then ran naked towards the door.

“Promises, Promises,” she shouted as she stepped inside.

Tall tale #2

Jimmy: Three days after I had told Bobby the ‘Jailbreak’ story, he opened my side gate and walked up on the deck. Becky was swimming her laps, and I was sitting at the table watching her while drinking a cup of coffee.

“How’s it going Bobby?” I questioned him.

“It’s going. I thought you guys might like a donut.”

I noticed he was carrying a box of Krispy Kreme donuts.

“Bobby, I have always heard that cancer feeds on sweets. Are you sure you should be eating donuts?”

“According to the doctors, I only got months left to live. I’m going to eat what I damn please.”

“I understand Bobby but...”

“Jimmy I am not afraid of death. It’s dying that is a bitch. I’m going to try and enjoy as much of the life I have left as I can.”

He has a point, so I dropped the subject.

He continues, “Did you see the news this morning?”

“Afraid not. What has happened now?”

“Some older lady living down in Orlando woke up and heard someone in her house. She took a pistol out of her bedside drawer and went to check. She saw a man in her kitchen and shot him. When she turned the light on, there was her 20-year-old grandson lying dead on the floor. She told the police she forgot he was spending a week with her this summer. What a tragedy!”

Becky walked up about the time he was finishing his story.

“DONUTS! I love these donuts! I’ll bring us some coffee!”

She turns and runs into the house.

“New swimsuit?”

I smiled and said, “Yeah.”

Becky was wearing a black string, thong bikini. It leaves nothing to the imagination. The bottoms are strings attached to a short piece of ribbon. The top is more strings with little round patches of cloth that barely cover her areola.

She is back in a few minutes with the coffee pot and two cups. I take a re-fill and she fills the two cups, handing one to Bobby.

She reaches into the box and takes out a donut. She holds it to her mouth and her tongue starts to lick the sugary glaze.

Bobby and I both watch. I can only imagine what Bobby is thinking as that tongue of hers licks the entire donut. She holds it up and her tongue goes in and out of the hole. She cleaned the glaze off that donut before ever taking a bite! As she chews, she looks directly at Bobby. He looks lost in thought.

I interrupt whatever it is he is thinking.

“Bobby was telling me about some old lady shooting her grandson by mistake.”

“I saw that on the news. How horrible.”

Becky is now washing that glaze down with a sip of coffee.

“Remember when the same thing happened with Dilbert Scruggs?”

Becky lays a half-eaten, but totally licked clean of glaze, donut down on the table. She takes a last sip of coffee and says, “I’m going to get some of this morning sun before it gets too hot. Why don’t you tell Bobby about Dilbert?”

As Becky walks over to the lounge chair, Bobby stands and changes seats.

“I want to get out of this sun.”

Yeah, right. Now he is looking directly at Becky. I turn and watch as she walks over to the lounge chair, then bends over, very un-lady like and spreads a towel out. Her legs are slightly spread apart and her freshly waxed pussy is on display!

She stands straight up, then turns to her admiring public. She picks up her suntan oil off the little table and drips oil on her chest. We both watch as she makes sure both her breasts are covered with oil, then she sits on the lounge. Her legs are again spread open towards us, but from the front this time. She begins to coat each leg with oil. She pours some in her hand and applies it directly to her stomach and pubic area under that thin piece of ribbon. I swear I see a finger disappear! Her eyes are closed as her hand gently moves up and down. She opens her eyes and grins at us then lays on the lounge.

I turn back to Bobby. He is licking his lips.

“Jimmy, I...”

“I know Bobby, don’t worry about it. Now about Dilbert.

He had worked in the mines since he quit school and he was now a foreman. He had been married to Mary Ellen for three years when it happened.”

“Did she shoot him, or did he shoot her?”

“Neither. Here’s what happened.

Dilbert worked on the evening shift. He left for work every day at 2pm and returned a little after midnight. Mary Elen did not work.”

“That girl was a slut. She had been since high school. Did you know it is rumored that she fucked every boy in her graduating class?” Becky never liked Mary Ellen.

“Wait a minute, Becky.

Bobby, that may or may not be true. Even if it is true, it is not as bad as it sounds. You see there were only 15 kids in the graduating class that year. There were 10 girls so there were only 5 boys. Two of them were ‘funny’. Know what I mean?”