"Why don't you and that other fat pig just get the fuck out?!"
You turn your head to see the second cop on the receiving end of some verbal abuse from the big-breasted redhead that you saw when you came in.
"Ma'am, calm down, or you'll be taken into custody," the cop replied.
She swung her hand at him to slap him, but he was quick. He took her wrist and forced her to the ground as the other cop who had been harassing you went over to help him. They put the cuffs on her and pulled her to her feet. In doing so, her skimpy top was pushed down and a large, mouth-watering boob with a hard, pink nipple had been exposed. You watch as the cops lead her out the door, her cussing at them the entire time. At least she drew them away from you.
"Good old Tina," the bartender says, "she always was willing to take the heat from you, ."
You wonder if this bartender can be trusted to hear your story. You decide to trust him, since he was willing to lie about your being in the bar to the police.
"Listen, uuuhhh . . ." you trail off as you struggle to remember his name. It's on the tip of your tongue, but you just can't get it out.
"Damn, ! What's the matter with you? It's Tim!" he says, as he sees you struggling with your memory.
"Tim, something is wrong," you say. "I woke up a few hours ago with no memory and there was a prison uniform and a gun in the motel room. Can you tell me what the hell has been going on with me lately?"
Tim looks at you like you've lost your mind.
"Well, , I know you're not the type to share your life with anyone, so I can't really tell you too much. You used to frequent this place at least once a week or so, but the last time you were in here was probably about a few months ago. Aside from that, I really can't tell you anything about what you've been doing since."
"I haven't been in the news or anything like that lately, Tim?" you ask. "It's not like I'm famous, or infamous, for that matter, is it?"
"No, . From what I know you're just a normal guy."
"Allright. Thanks. Just give me my usual, will you?" you ask, hoping it may help jog your memory a little.
Tim turns around and begins to fix your drink, when he comes back to you he says, "there is one thing I know... it might help you out." |