Page 124 of Nearly Roadkill
Winc:On what charges?
Ms. Budge:Well, they may or may not be true, but there’s evidence enough for us to arrest you. So can I ask you a question or two, to clear this thing up?
Winc:::laughing lightly:: Be my guest.
Ms. Budge:Are you now or have you ever trafficked in pornography on the Internet?
Winc:::leaning forward, resting my hand on your knee:: As a participant?
Ms. Budge:Selling or loaning pornography to minors and others.
Winc:::stroking your knee absently:: No, not that I can recall, officer.
Ms. Budge:Have you done any harm to the kid?
Winc:Excuse me?
Ms. Budge:Have you trafficked the kid Toobe in porn or otherwise corrupted him?
Winc:Oh fuck off, sewer brain!
Private Message to Winc
Ms. Budge:Excusez moi?
Winc:::melting into the floor in a writhing mass:: Yesssssssssssssss… talk French to me, you hot thing, you!
Budge rocks back in his chair violently. Recovers, then types again. He repeats the question, back in the “room” where he feels safer. In English. What compelled him to speak French, he wonders?
Ms. Budge:I’m sorry, could you answer that question. We’re concerned for his welfare.
Winc:Just a *little* question first? ::trailing my finger gently up your leg::
Ms. Budge:First you answer: Did you hurt the kid?
Winc:Is your dick so small that all you can think of is hurting other people so you feel big? ::sweet smile::
Ms. Budge:I take it that’s a no.
Winc:Bingo.
A new Private Message zaps his screen:
Private Message to Ms. Budge
SubRobert:::shivering:: I *knew* you’d be online again, Mistress. I’ve been searching all over for you!
Ms. Budge:Huh?
SubRobert:Don’t you remember me? I sure remember your handcuffs.
Ms. Budge:BUZZ OFF! I’M BUSY!
SubRobert:Oh… Private Room, huh? Can I lick up what’s left over?
The trembling detective punches IGNORE.
Ms. Budge:All right. What *your* question? (I’m sorry for my poor typing.)
