So Many Times

While We’re Waiting to Die Chapter 3

The sheriff ushers in a woman with an hourglass figure and bleach-blonde hair. She struts into the jail on spike heels, her short shorts revealing a perfect ass with every step.

“Look at that body,” Clara whispers.

“The best body money can buy,” Jerry whispers back. “I know, I sculpted it.”

The sheriff unlocks and opens the cell door. “You can go now, Jerry.”

The woman throws herself into Jerry’s arms. “Oh Jerry, I was so worried about you! When your brother said he put you in jail, I didn’t know what to think!”

“Your brother?” Clara says. “Your brother is the sheriff?”

Jerry pulls a blonde hair out of his mouth and nods.

“Now you behave yourself, little brother,” the sheriff says. “Mess up again, and I’ll have to bring you in front of the judge.”

“Well, if that doesn’t beat the drum, I don’t know what does.” Clara watches Jerry and the blonde leave with the sheriff.

“Chin up, Clara,” I say. “There’s lots of available men out there.”

“But they’re not all rich plastic surgeons.” Clara sulks in the corner of our cell.