Outside of their Jurisdiction

Charlie whirled around. His eyes opened wide; there was no sign of his cruiser. He ran outside and looked around. He ran around to the back of the building, then ran around to the front of the store again.

"Deputy, you going pay for the seven dollars and sixty three cents of gas?" Francine asked, noting the dollar amount on the pump.

"My car's been stolen," Charlie screamed.

"Uh huh, and my gas's been took," Francine said. "And it was your car took it."

"My car's been stolen!" Charlie yelled again.

"Heard you just fine the first time," Francine said, entering the store again. "Seven dollars and sixty three cents please."

"Let me call the station," Charlie demanded.

"Just as soon as you pay for that gas," Francine said, ringing up the purchase.

"You, you're impeding official police business," Charlie bellowed, outraged.

"Since it was official police business put my husband behind bars? Don't care too much for no official police business," Francine said, voice hard. "Seven dollars and..."

"Here, here, now let me use your phone," Charlie snarled, slapping eight dollars onto the counter.

"Why sure Deputy," Francine said, smiling sweetly.

"Sheriff; my car's been stolen," Charlie said into the telephone, ignoring the thirty seven cents Francine put on the counter next to the telephone. "No, no sir, I'm not joshing. I pulled into Spuntzin's and some guy... What? Yes, Spuntzin's... Yes, yes, Spuntzin General Store; they have that gas pump right out front and..."

Charlie glared at the two brunettes that giggled while his boss chewed on his ass for using Spuntzin's gas pump. He honestly had no excuse for stopping off at the General Store, rather than the Phillip's 66 other than an attempt to intimidate two teenaged girls that quite obviously were not easily intimidated by Charlie's uniform or position of authority.

Officer Dan pulled up a few moments later. Glowering once more at the giggling girls, then glaring at the now laughing Francine and Polly May, Charlie stomped out of the building.

"Well, Deputy Dummy, we found your car," Dan smirked when Charlie slammed the door of the cruiser.

"Good; let's go," Charlie said.

"Sure, sure, Clarkston's sending a wrecker out," Dan smiled.

"Aw Jesus, that, that kid wrecked it?" Charlie yelled.

"No, no," Dan said.

"Then why's a wrecker..." Charlie asked.

"Because whoever stole it put it into the Kelliken River," Dan chortled.

Arriving to the station, Charlie Tate was relieved of his badge and service revolver. Zed was unmoved by the callow youth's tears as he dismissed his second in command.

Without Judge Burkeholder to find Ronnie guilty of no actual crime, and with the State Police crawling all over Bloutchen County, Sheriff Duplantis had no choice but to let Ronnie go. Glumly, he watched as Ronnie called for Bruce Duncan to come to the station. The moment he saw the attorney pull up outside of the building, Ronnie walked to the plate glass door of the building.

Sheriff Duplantis shuffled close, intending to mutter some threats under his breath to the impertinent pup. He did not know if it was accidental or intentional, but Ronnie's elbow struck Zed in his chest, knocking the hobbled man off balance. Zed flailed his arms, trying to catch himself. With a yelp and groan, he landed flat on his back on the black and white tiled floor.

"Jesus, Sheriff," Deputy Adam groaned, trying to heft Zed to his feet.

"Damn. Ever think of doing that Ayds plan?" Larry grunted, lifting on Zed's left side.

"Maybe start drinking that Fresca soda water?" Adam concurred.

"Officer, use your legs; don't lift with your back like that," the amused state trooper advised.

"Well, how 'bout you help us?" Larry snapped.

"I just did," the trooper smirked. "Told you, lift with your legs. But if you roll him onto his side? He might could use his hands in helping y'all, rather than laying there like a turtle."

Walking into the Spuntzin General Store, Ronnie was greeted with squeals and hugs from his ecstatic wife. Polly May also hugged her son in law, then smiled sweetly at Bruce. Polly May pouted when Francine demanded that Polly May take over the counter duties; she wanted to welcome her husband home good and proper.

"Tonight?" Polly May suggested, leaning forward so Bruce could see her heavy breasts threatening to spill out of her top.

"I uh, well, thing is..." Bruce stammered.

"Oh, don't tell me Grace is putting up a fuss," Polly May pouted.

"Well now, see..." Bruce tried to defend.

"Well, if there's nothing else, Mr. Duncan," Polly May dismissed the attorney.

While Polly May served burgers and the dinner special downstairs, Francine was noisily slurping on Ronnie's cock. He groaned, letting her know he was close. She ceased with the sloppy maneuvers and tightened her grip and her suction.

"God, Ronnie, I was so scared," Francine admitted. "Larry said Sheriff Duplantis had Judge Burkeholder ready send you off to boot camp and then you was going to Vietnam."

Ronnie shook his head; he'd heard the same thing out of Deputy Charlie Tate's mouth. Given a choice between joining the Armed Services and going to prison, he would have chosen prison. At least then he could appeal the judge's decision and any appellate court would surely overturn such an unjust sentencing.

"No, no, get the lard, oh, oh Ronnie!" Francine ordered then groaned in pleasure as Ronnie glued his mouth to her drooling pussy.

The lard would have to wait, Ronnie licked, fingered and sucked his wife to two orgasms before finally allowing her to roll onto hands and knees. Then he happily greased his wife's pink anus.

"This, augh, oh, oh God, I, this, I missed this," Francine grunted as Ronnie eased his fat cock into her struggling bowels.

"Missed, um, oh, oh God yes," Ronnie grunted, feeling his wife's muscles squeezing him in a velvet grip.

"I am not, I do not clean," Polly May screamed up the stairs when seven o'clock rolled around. "And someone needs to make the dough for the bread tomorrow. I don't know how to do that neither."

"Your mother in law is useless," Francine groaned, disentangling herself from her husband's embrace.

"Y'all hear me?" Polly May screamed up the stairs.

"Yes, yes, we heard you," Ronnie called back, wiping his soiled cock clean.

"And tomorrow's fried fish day and I am not doing fried fish; why you don't ever get shrimp in here?" Polly May kept up her litany as Ronnie and Francine joined her at the counter to eat their supper.

"Would you like it if I did get some shrimp in here?" Ronnie asked.

"Yes!" Polly May enthused, flat brown eyes alive.

"Well then, that's why we don't get shrimp in here," Ronnie said, then laughed when Francine slapped him.

The next evening, Big Joe, Frankie and Junior came in for the fried fish dinner. Leaning across the counter, Ronnie quietly thanked Big Joe for taking care of Judge Burkeholder. The man regarded Ronnie with heavy eyes, then shook his head.

"Son, you a good boy," Big Joe said. "But you ain't too bright, huh?"

"Why we would do anything with him?" Frankie asked.

"We had him in our pocket," Junior mumbled.

"Boy, we'd done anything? Wouldn't be finding the body, get me?" Big Joe said. "Way they done it? Had all them witnesses. Got all them cops digging around? I don't like cops digging around; ain't good for business. So, don't know who took care of him but they took care of him good, huh?"

"Yeah, took care of him good," Ronnie agreed thoughtfully.

Adding doughnuts to the menu suddenly had children crowding around before their bus picked them up in the morning. And a few Clarkston County police officers also came in when they were in the area.

Dan and Adam came in and tried Ronnie's glazed doughnuts. They must have approved; it became a regular occurrence for the two officers to stop by for two glazed doughnuts and a hot cup of coffee.

"Hi Deputy," Jan Dorchester cooed, leaning her breasts against him.

"Uh, hey," Adam croaked, swallowing nervously.

"Why you don't dance with me," Jan cooed, blowing warm air into his ear.

"Hello Sheriff," Ronnie said genially when the large man waddled into the store, looking for his two missing patrolmen.

The man glowered, seeing three men drinking from brown bottles; his officer sitting right next to them, casually chewing on a doughnut. If Dan did see his boss, did hear Ronnie's greeting, the man did not react; just calmly chewed his doughnut.

"Deputy," Sheriff Duplantis barked, seeing Adam slowly shuffling around with a cute young lady plastered tightly against him.

"When did you get the casts off?" Polly May asked, even grabbing Zed's hand and dragging her fingernail along his palm.

"Tuesday," Zed said, looking at Polly May's impressive chest.

"How them girls doing? I just couldn't believe their momma just up and leaving them like that," Polly May continued. "But I'm sure you got them took care of."

"Actually..." Zed said, admitting that he was failing as a father.

His sister, his own flesh and blood actually wanted to charge him money for taking care of her nieces. Getting them ready for school in the morning was a struggle, feeding them, making sure they had on clean school clothes, making sure they had a good lunch packed; he was about at his wit's end every single morning. Then, making sure they did homework, feeding them supper, hell, finding anything the three of them would eat, then bath time, bed time...

"Sounds like you could really use a woman around the house," Polly May suggested, rubbing her breasts against his bloated belly.

Eva, Ada, and Ann were delighted that anyone but Aunt Deborah was at the stove when they came home from Thomas Jefferson Elementary school. The girls were amazed with the Rice Krispies treats. They helped the smiling, talkative woman gather up their dirty clothes and sat at the kitchen table to do homework while Polly May continued to work on their supper.

Zed was thrilled to come home to a good tasting meal and a clean home. He was delighted to have three happy daughters instead of four complaining women.

Zed was also thrilled to have an energetic lover in his bed. She straddled him; a position he did not care for, but the feeling of her warm, wet and tight pussy swallowing his erection stifled any complaints he may have had.

"You lose fifty pounds, dear man, I'll let you climb on top," Polly May promised.

Adam started calling on Jan Dorchester on a regular basis. This did prompt Charlie Hagen to realize, he would not find a better woman than Jan, no matter how many beautiful Co-eds paraded around Myndee University. He went down to Isaac Grossman's pawn shop, found a very cheap ring and proposed to Jan.

"No," Jan said, glancing at the cheap ring then at Charlie's cocksure face.

"N-n-no? Did you just say No?" Charlie stammered, astounded.

"Charlie, I don't want much, really," Jan said, beautiful face set hard. "But I do want more than what you're offering."

"What? What you mean? I'm studying be an accountant," Charlie barked angrily. "Going tell me some idiot cop's going give you more than that?"

"Yeah. Yeah he is," Jan said. "He's going give me all of his heart, not just what he feels like he can spare."

Dan and Kevin Gausten, a new recruit were at the counter of the Spuntzin General Store when Charlie sat, guzzling Ronnie's rice liquor. Both men heard all about 'that deceitful, lying, back-stabbing, no-good two timing flirt's' rejection of his sincere, heart-felt, passionate, loving proposal of marriage. It was not hard to figure out who the heartbreaking, ball-busting hussy was.

"Don't worry, sport," Dan said, patting the drunk young man on his shoulder. "Soon enough, you'll find another little idiot take out to Heart's Bend, huh?"

"And if they're willing put up with you? They're an idiot," Kevin agreed.

Adam listened as Dan and Kevin told him about Jan's rejection of Charlie's proposal of marriage. He thanked his 'Brothers in Blue' even though their uniforms were actually khaki in color. And, the very next morning, Isaac managed to sell a three hundred and nine dollar ring to the Deputy.

"That guitar's still here," Isaac complained to his wife as the young deputy left the small cinderblock building.

"So? Maybe you should learn how to play it, grow your hair long and join some rock and roll band," Shirley Grossman suggested, truly tired of hearing about the Gibson Heritage Cherry Les Paul hanging in the window.

The planning of the wedding between Janice Michelle Dorchester and Adam Michael Jones hit one snag and only one snag when it came to the planning. Jan and Jan's family wanted Spuntzin to cater the wedding party and Adam was obligated to use Deborah Sidloe's business. It was Francine that offered the best compromise.

"We'll bake the wedding cake; it'll be our gift to a dear friend," Francine said to Adam and Jan as they sat at the counter, washing down two cheeseburgers with ice cold sorghum beers.

"I, I already asked my big sister be my matron of honor else I'd ask you to do it," Jan gushed happily.

"You, really? You'd do that? For us?" Adam asked and Ronnie smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

"Hey, you heard my wife," Ronnie smiled, softly swatting Francine on her backside.

"I mean, I know, we ain't always seen eye to eye," Adam stated.

"Deputy, we've never seen eye to eye," Ronnie shrugged. "And, you and I both know, Sheriff drives up and sees you drinking one of my beers?"

"Oops, yeah, yeah," Adam said, quickly pushing the bottle toward Jan.

"Thanks!" Jan said brightly and guzzled the last of his beer.

A few weeks after his release from jail, Ronnie heard his wife emptying her stomach into the toilet. He got out of bed and did what he could to comfort the ghastly ill woman. Then, reluctantly, he left her and hurried downstairs to begin their work day.

Later that morning, Francine came down and took her place at the counter, helping to serve doughnuts, coffee, and ring up sales. She attempted to prepare Willie's breakfast but suddenly became green looking at the eggs and Ronnie took over at the grill.

By lunchtime, she was fine. And by dinner time, she was ravenous. After cleaning everything downstairs, Francine urged Ronnie to hurry; she was horny and needed her husband.

"Remember, we got that brand new thing of lard," she yelled from the stairway.

The next morning, she was again very ill. Ronnie insisted she call Dr. Shaeffer's office and make an appointment.

Two days later, in the middle of a lunch rush, an overjoyed Francine came into the store. She grabbed Ronnie and screamed that they were going to have a baby.

"So, it's not the flu?" Ronnie said, then fainted.

While Francine, and a few customers were laughing at Ronnie, Zed pulled up to his house. He was in the mood for a meatloaf sandwich; Polly May had made a damned fine meatloaf the previous evening. She used some bacon grease and some catsup and brown sugar for a glaze.

"Some mayo; wonder we got any lettuce..." Zed said, frowning at the sight of Officer Larry Gordon's patrol car taking up the driveway.

He parked on the street, scowling at the impertinent young pup's car taking his space. Waddling to the porch, he steeled himself for the conversation he was going to have with his subordinate.

Entering the house, the sounds were unmistakable. He knew Polly May's squeals and gasps and groans. He also knew the squeaks and thumbs of his bed.

"What in the hell, what in the God damned hell is going on here?" Zed thundered, entering the bedroom.

"Aw shit, I, Sheriff!" Larry groaned, pulling out of Polly May's squelching pussy.

"What? What's it look like?" Polly May asked.

"I, you, how, how could you do this? To me?" Zed thundered at the unconcerned woman.

"What?" Polly May asked, truly baffled. "Do what to you? Zed, darling, you know what I'm like. You know who I am. I haven't changed in thirty five years; what makes you think I'm going to change now?"

"You going change now. You going change RIGHT now," Zed sobbed out and pulled his service revolver from his holster.

It was Ann that found the bodies. She raced home, holding her math test out. She'd made a '100' on the test and wanted to show Miss Polly May.

Only family and a few police officers attended the funerals of Zed Duplantis and Larry Gordon. Nearly every person in Bloutchen County and Clarkston County showed up for the memorial service and funeral of Polly May Wilson.

With morbid glee, Deborah Sidloe descended onto her brother's home and took over the care of her nieces. She delighted in telling everyone of her great dedication to her brother's children, no matter how great the sacrifice to herself might be.

The day after the news broke about Zed Duplantis' death, Mr. Burrelli, the Science teacher called a number in Reno, Nevada. The Science teacher of James S. Conway High School rapidly relayed the information he knew then hung up; long-distance wasn't cheap.

Four days into her self-imposed martyrdom, Deborah was shocked and enraged when Theresa Duplantis entered Zed Duplantis' home. The woman's rage exploded when Theresa ordered the interloper to leave her home. It took two very forceful slaps across Deborah's cheeks for the aggrieved woman to get the message; Theresa was home.

"I will make the next one really count if you wish, bitch," Theresa smiled malevolently.

Ann was elated to have her mommy back. Eva and Ada were likewise happy; Miss Theresa was a better cook and was more attentive than Aunt Deborah had ever been. And somehow, Eva and Ada sensed that Theresa would slip from their lives once again if they gave her any reason to leave.

A few weeks after Deputy Jones, now acting Sheriff Jones and Jan Dorchester wed, Big Joe came into Spuntzin's General Store. The large man was all smiles as he relayed the news that Joey, his little boy, his Joey had found a good girl to marry. Annette Gimmeli, the only daughter of Frankie Gimmeli, a prominent family in DeGarde, Louisiana.

"That cake you made for what was it, Deputy Jones? He married that cute little Jan girl?" Big Joe said.

"I would be happy to make a cake for your son's wedding," Ronnie said. "Please consider it a gift."

"And you make a lasagna huh? Make enough feed maybe a hundred people huh?" Big Joe ordered.

Big Joe also ordered Ronnie's sorghum beer and rice liquor. Looking through an Old Italian cookbook, Ronnie and Francine decided to include a cannelloni dish, stuffed with chicken, served with a cream sauce.

When Big Joe asked for the bill, Ronnie said there was no bill. The man grabbed Ronnie and hugged him. He then kissed the man, directly on the lips.

"Yeah, there's a bill huh? Here, here, you and that pretty wife of yours, you need get a car. What? She goes into labor, by the way, congratulations on you having a baby huh? You not going take her to the hospital on no motorbike huh?" Big Joe said, slipping ten one hundred dollar bills into Ronnie's shirt pocket.

"Hey, hey, hey! There he is!" Joey called out, more than a little drunk. "Hey, my old man huh? My old man says you making the wedding cake. I told my Annie, you ever met my Annie? I told my Annie, my old friend Ronnie's making the cake? You going swear Jesus Himself made that cake. Hey! You ever do birthday cakes? See, my Annie? She's going be having her a birthday in a couple weeks..."

Big Joe sent Junior to help Ronnie ferry the wedding feast and the wedding cake to St. Anthony's Catholic Church's reception hall. Looking at the food, the short, stocky man smiled with glee and asked Ronnie who his mother had been. He laughed in amazement when Ronnie disclosed that his mother had not been Italian.

The wedding was a full Catholic Mass. The reception afterward was a raucous affair and lasted well into the night. Finally, Joey and Annie Babanetti got into the 1967 Cadillac Eldorado, a wedding present to the happy couple from Big Joe Babanetti. Waving to the drunken revelers, Joey started the powerful engine and the car exploded in a ball of fire.