Jenny and John
Copyright© 2018 by DDMarshall
Chapter 13: Trouble with a Councilman
It was a Wednesday afternoon when Jenny walked out of the apartment and was confronted by a patrol officer, the town police chief, and a man in his sixties dressed in a business suit.
The police chief approached Jenny and said, “I need you to come with us.” As he held the back door of the patrol car open for her, Jenny started to get in when the man in the business suit yelled, “Cuff the whore Tom, you know that’s procedure.”
The police chief replied, “There is no need for that councilman; she is cooperating.”
The councilman would not be deterred, “I said cuff the bitch, or I will report you to the town council. See how long you keep your job after that, Chief Callahan.”
Jenny stood up and handed her purse to the patrol officer, put her hands behind her back, and said, “It’s okay to do your job, officer.”
Chief Callahan took out his cuffs and put them very loosely on her wrists as he leaned in and whispered, “I’m sorry, Jenny.”
The councilman started barking additional orders, “Now let’s pull her fucking pimp out of class and shut down this den of filth.”
They picked me up on campus between classes and put us in a holding cell. Jenny let her handcuffs slip off and handed them to the police chief through the bars. He smiled and said, “Thank you.” My cuffs, although not tight, had to be unlocked before the patrol officer could retrieve them.
Police Chief Tom Callahan was a widower in his late forties. He would visit Jenny about once a month, and Jenny always gave him a VIP discount. Jenny told me Chief Callahan would call her by his deceased wife’s name while having intercourse with her. Jenny would hold him when he cried and cursed cancer as the greatest evil.
Chief Callahan told us that Councilman Breckinridge’s wife was a bible-thumping zealot that could not mind her own business. He knew it was Mrs. Breckinridge who put her husband up to making trouble for Jenny. She once accused the church pastor of being a sinner when she arrived at the rectory unannounced and saw him working in his vegetable garden in the middle of a 90-degree summer day without a shirt on and drinking a beer.
I used my phone call to call Ted and fill him in on what had happened and that we needed to stay overnight at the police station, but he should bail us out first thing in the morning. Ted came down first thing the following day and bailed us out. A court date was set for three and a half weeks from today. I would be able to attend classes, but Jenny would have to lie low and not work until we could clear this up.
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