It’s FRIDAY! Which means it is time to write a little fiction. And for now, at least, I am continuing with the exploits of Janeen, Rob, Susie, Hector, etc. because “why not?” Truth be told, when I started writing it, I was only going to write the first day, but people wanted to know what happened next, so I’m writing this as I go along. I do have a general idea of where I want this to go, but ultimately, this is kind of happening “organically.” For those who are just reading this, here are the previous parts:
And here we go…
“I’m here to pick up my phone… I was told you have it here.”
“What sort of phone did you lose, and when did you lose it?”
He looked like a stereotypical mall cop. Receding hairline, spare tire… Sometimes there is a reason stereotypes exist, Susie thought as she brushed a runaway curl behind her ear.
“It was an iPhone 6, in a pink Otterbox. The screen is kind of blue with all these little white dots on it.”
“You mean stars?” he looked amused.
“Yeah, now that you mention it, I guess they are stars.”
“Do you have any identification with you?”
“Hang on a minute. I should have my license.”
As she lifted her brown leather purse, her wallet fell out onto the floor. Bending to pick it up, she bumped her arm against the counter.
“Are you okay ma’am?” the officer asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I guess it would help if I zipped this damn thing. It’s just so hard to fit everything inside…”
She opened her over-stuffed wallet, hoping it wouldn’t take too long to find her license. Jake always got annoyed with her, complaining that she needed to get more organized. He was right, of course, but that didn’t make it any more pleasant to hear. She hated when he called her a flake. Or a bimbo. She had heard that word all her life.
“Here,” she said proudly, placing the card on the counter. It had only taken her a few seconds to locate it in the card section, exactly where she last placed it.
“I see your phone is unlocked. Can you name a couple of contacts on your phone?”
“Unlocked? What does that mean?”
“You haven’t set it up so that you need a PIN number to access the phone,” he said, again appearing amused.
Has he looked at my messages? she wondered, flushing.
“Um, Jake. Jake is one of them. And my mother, but she’s just listed as “Mom.” And Rodger. But hopefully the leering security guard hasn’t been reading those messages…
“Okay, Ma’am. I just need you to fill out your name, and your contact information here, then sign here, and write the date here.” He reached under the desk and pulled out a manila envelope, and opened it as she filled out the paperwork.
As he handed her the phone, his hand brushed against hers in a way that made her hands feel clammy. Susie quickly shoved the phone into the purse, forcing the zipper closed and vowing to herself that she would figure out what this locking thing was all about.
Jimmy waited until she was out of sight before he pulled out a sheet of paper and copied her name, address and phone number. He folded it neatly and tucked it into his wallet. Things like that could come in handy, sometimes.
Rob had just picked up the remote control, all set to commence with his nightly routine of channel surfing before falling asleep with the television still on. It was one of those annoying habits that Janeen always bitched about. He wasn’t sure why it bothered her so much… she was usually asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, and it was only some time during the night that she would wake up and turn off the set. At least he assumed that was how things worked, because he managed to sleep through everything.
“Hey there, big boy, what’cha doing?” Janeen asked in her attempt at a sultry voice.
“Just going to watch a little television. I’ve got a big day of travel ahead of me tomorrow…” he replied without even looking.
She suddenly appeared in front of the television, blocking the screen. What the hell is she wearing? Wow. He put the remote on the night stand.
“That’s nice,” he said, admiring the red lace corset. He’d forgotten how hot she was…
“You like it?” she asked shyly.
“Yes, very much.”
“Good. Want to help me take it off?”