The Muffin Man ✓

A Day In Sunnyville

"And now, a statement from Governor Taylor Swift."

Governor Taylor Swift approached the podium. She wore a black blazer and looked very professional. She cleared her throat and looked directly into the camera.

"Greetings, my fellow constituents." She said with a smile. "I am here to talk to you about the condition of our beloved state. We are doing just fine. Okay, it's true that our economy is a wee bit sluggish, but we're hanging in there."

"My main concern is this constant talk of making marijuana legal in our beloved state. All this talk of how the legalization of marijuana could add a boost, an injection if you will, to our ailing economy.

"Well! I say no! No!" Swift pounded her fist on the podium to emphasize her point. "A million times no! I will not give in to such. . .wrongness. I take great pride in the fact that we are one of the few states in this country to keep pure from that foul weed." She brushed the bangs from her eyes.

"Oh sure, it will bring in a lot of money, so I'm told. But at what price, people, at what price? So we can have a bunch of delinquent potheads running around bringing crime to an all time high?

"Never!" Again she pounded her fist. "Not on my watch! Marijuana is wrong! It is evil! It leads to unholy sin! No!

"My fellow constituents, it is my job and my duty to protect you all. To look after you, to have your best interests at heart. And if that means keeping that vile despicable plant out of our yards then so be it.

"My first term as your beloved governor will soon come to an end. I hope you all will continue to let me be your governor for the next four years. People, you need me to take care of you, like a mother hen taking care of her chicks. So be sure to get out there and vote.

"Thank you and God bless you."

Detectives Liam Payne and Zayn Malik sat at their desks in the police station. They drank bad coffee out of paper cups while watching Governor Swift's speech. When it was over Liam switched off the TV.

"She's a little late to the party," he said. "Pot busts have gone up this past year in Sunnyville alone."

Zayn was looking through some paperwork. "I think I have an idea who, boss."

Liam stepped closer. "What do you have?"

Zayn held up a manila folder. "Niall and Ariana Horan, husband and wife." He opened it and pulled out their mug shots and arrest records. "Both busted for dealing and possession of marijuana in several states. They even had their own greenhouse where they grew the stuff. In and out of the clink."

"Interesting," Liam studied the papers. "Where are they now?"

"Right here in Sunnyville," Zayn said. "They're on probation and part of Governor Swift's Second Chance Project. They're doing odd jobs for this--" he looked at another sheet. "-- a Harry and Emma Styles. They own that bakery called the Muffin Man. Clean cut couple, pillars of the community."

"Yeah, been meaning to check it out sometime," Liam studied the mugshots. Niall and Ariana stared into the camera with those innocent baby faces. But who knew what kind of evil lurked behind those big eyes.

"Let's keep an eye on these two," Liam said. "I've got a feeling these two are behind this sudden pot boom here in town. My instincts are never wrong."

"Gotcha, boss," Zayn said. "They're suspects number one."

Later on, in the warm sunny afternoon Harry was taking a stroll in the park carrying a large basket. He adjusted his large black hat to keep the sun out of his eyes. Several people were also in the park enjoying the pleasant weather.

Harry looked around and found a lone man sitting on a bench feeding the ducks with some bread. Harry went over and sat next to him, placing the basket in his lap.

"Hello, mate," Harry said with a smile. "Care to buy some cookies for the Sunnyville Ladies Society? All proceeds go to charity. I baked them myself."

"No, thanks" the man replied.

"Oh, okay." Harry sat awkwardly.

"But I will take some of your muffins." The man said. "My friends tell me they're excellent."

Harry picked up on the code words: friends and excellent. He slowly glanced around. Most of the people were too busy with their own business to not notice them.

He reached into his basket and pulled out a small plastic bag. Concealing it behind the basket he passed it to the man. The man in turn handed him some folded bills. Harry looked at the money briefly before slipping it into his shirt pocket.

"Thanks, mate," Harry said. "Hope you enjoy the "muffins". And your friends are right, it IS excellent."

"Thank you."

"Oh, and here," Harry handed him a large muffin wrapped in cellophane. "Your muffin. They're baked fresh all day. Enjoy."

Harry got up and carried his basket to a tree several feet away. Nearby were several soccer moms talking to each other.

"Hello, ladies," Harry smiled. "Would you care to purchase something for the Sunnyville Ladies Society?"

"How about some of those famous muffins." One lady replied. "Our friends tell us they're excellent."

"Of course they are," Harry said. "The best in the town."

After a few more sales, Harry decided to call it a day and went to his car where Niall was waiting.

"Where to?" Niall said as he held the door open for him.

"Let's go home, Niall." Harry said as he climbed in the back, tossing the empty basket on the seat next to him.

"You got it, Mr. S." Niall raced around to the driver's side, then drove away.

Harry sat back against the seat, removed his hat and sighed. Phew, rough day at the "office". He pulled out his earnings and counted them. Since the car windows were tinted he wasn't worried about spies. Sweet. He made just a little over five hundred dollars. Plus he got some new clients. Not bad for one afternoon. At least it was better than yesterday.

Emma was waiting for him at the front door. "Hey, honey."

"Hey, baby." They kissed for a moment.

"Got something for me?" She looked up at him in a seductive manner.

"I sure do." He leered back at his woman.

"Will I love it?"

Harry loved their games. They were so hot. "Yes, ma'am."

"Is it a lot?"

"More than you can handle."

Emma ran a finger along the open part of his shirt. "Oh yeah? Why don't you whip it out and show Mama what you got."

Harry reached into his pants. . .and pulled out the roll of money he earned at the park.

"Ooh," Emma held it in her hands. "It's sooo big."

"All for you, baby. Hope you enjoy it."

Emma stuffed the money down her top. "Now that's what I'm talking about."

Harry relaxed on the sofa with Emma sitting close. "Best day so far. I'm thinking about expanding the business."

"And split the earnings? No thank you."

"That's my Emma," Harry gave her a kiss. "Always stingy."

"You know it. How else can we afford our perfect lifestyle?" Emma leaned over and rang the bell on the coffee table. Arie came into the room. "Arie, we'll take our dinner now."

Arie went to the kitchen, leaving the couple to make out on the couch.

A/N This story is not promoting the use and sale of drugs. Copyright 2015 by danikriss. All rights reserved.