Part 9

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Part 9

The cops stared at us for a second and began to crack up.

"Hey guys! You gotta come see this!" The tallest cop called out the door.

"Don't call more of them in here!" I mumbled and knocked LX onto the floor.

"What is it?" Asked three more cops as they peaked in. "Ohhh..."

LX hid behind the couch and I pulled a pillow to hid my "parts"

"This job gets better and better every day!" laughed another cop.

I put my hands in my face with shame.

"So what do we do with em... boss?" Asked one them.

"Take them home of course," he told them cynically, "I think their parents will want to know why the owners of this house are going to be pressing charges against them."

"No! You can't!" I cried. "Please don't do this to me!"

"I very well can missy! Said the "boss" Now you're going to come by choice or we can force you."

I thought about it for a minute, and decided that it was better to listen now...

"Let me get my clothes on," I mumbled

"Yea, No you can't," smirked the boss, "it will be used for evidence."

I sighed deeply and stood up with the pillow.

"Excuse me" said the cop "Do you want to be charged with stealing too?" he stared at the very pillow

"You have got to be kidding me!" I cried.

"Put the damn pillow down" said the cop assertively.

I felt a sense of threat, and my mind began to scramble as I hesitantly dropped the pillow.

"Now that's more like it," said the man licking his lips. "You are coming with me" he said, "The rest of you get the boy."

He grabbed my arm and yanked me towards the door and yelled, "March!"

I took a step forward hesitantly. Danger! Danger! Screamed a voice in my head. I walked slowly for a second, planning my escape. Then I cried "The hell I am!" and took a run for my life.

"She's escaping!" Cried the guy running toward his car.

I just probably made this thing ten times worse?! I thought smacking my hands on top of my hand. And Blech! I felt sooo... Bear! That's what I get for going out with LX. Yup, lesson learned there.

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