Joel & Mrs. Zane 01
Ahh, the day after the company Christmas party, right? A day to relax and nurse the hang over and to search all social media for the embarrassing moments that may have already been posted. And a day to be surprised when a cop unexpectantly shows up in your driveway in an unmarked car. And by the way, the way cops beat on the front door seems even louder when you're nursing a hangover.
"Mr. Jones? Mr. Joel Jon Jones? I'm Detective Zane and I have a few questions to ask you. So, let me into your house so we can talk or we can do this downtown!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Detective Zane. Please stop yelling so loudly. I have neighbors, you know. And a major headache, so come inside."
"Well, technically I just got off of my shift, so you may call me Mrs. Detective Zane, but don't trying lying to me because I'm still following up with official business! And by the way, since you're hung over and you answered the door in just your boxer shorts, well, you just sit on your couch and stay that way."
"Mrs. Detective Zane, not only is my middle name truthful, it's also my nickname too, so how can I help you and by the way, I'm innocent."
"Shut it and sit still on the couch for momma, I mean Mrs. Detective Zane. Now look, the authorities often search social media for clues to help us nab the bad guys and I came across something about you that leads me to believe that there is a crime being committed here and I'm going to get to the bottom of things."
"Mrs. Detective Zane, I assure you that there is nothing crazy or illegal on my social media, so I'm innocent. Ugh, I need a coffee. Do you need a coffee Mrs. Detective Zane?"
"Shut it fly boy and listen up. I don't even bother with your social media anymore because I'm sick and tired of reading your blogs about how many Middleton MILFs you have been fucking since last April. I'm here because of your two little chicklet friends Cindi and Mindi and the clues they dished out about you a few nights ago on their social media. So, you just sit still pretty boy while I follow up on their gossip and stop trying to cover yourself up! Hands to side where I can't see them, criminal, to the side I say!"
"But Mrs. Detective Zane, Cindi and Mindi merely suggested a 3-way tag team evening while we were mingling at the office Christmas party. We haven't followed through, yet. Besides, it's not illegal to have office affairs, right? So, are these hand cuffs really necessary? Also, do all Detectives carry cock rings in their side pouches?"
"Shut it because I just said it, I'm tired of hearing about how quickly you can recover! Anyways, I'm investigating you because your two little unsuspecting hotties let it be known that you are allegedly housing two mannequins in your bedroom and that one of the mannequins is topless, topless I say."
"But Mrs. Detective Zane, is that a crime? And since when is it a crime to allegedly have two shapely mannequins on either side of my bed who watch over me as I sleep at night? I swear, I'm innocent of any crime! Besides, Brenda Doll has a bikini top, but it kept slipping off, but I fixed that yesterday before the company Christmas party when I had access to a power staple gun."
"No, Mr. Joel Jon Jones, it's not a crime because they are just stupid plastic and fabric Ho's! So, it's a shame, not a crime, but it feels like a crime when I have real boobs, Joel, real flesh and blood boobs I say."
Whew! I feeling better about not going to jail with a hangover.