Page 73 of Nearly Roadkill

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GoodGuy:I’m not like all the rest of the guys you meet online, honest.

Ms. Budge:::evenly:: And what if I told you I was a cop. A *male* cop, and you could be arrested for… *harassment*.

GoodGuy:ROTFL! That’s a good one, baby. Even if you were a cop, how do you think you’d make it *stick*? Speaking of stick… ::chuckle::

Ms. Budge:Look, I have work to do, so piss off.

GoodGuy:Stupid bitch! You’re probably a dyke!

GoodGuy has left the room.

Private Message to Ms. Budge

RamStud:What are you wearing?

Ms. Budge:Can’t you read? The name of this room is DON’T SEND ME PRIVATE MESSAGES!

RamStud:Oh bite me!

The good lieutenant was beginning to see why people escape to chat rooms.

Private Message to Ms. Budge

SubRobert:Hello! I hear you’re a police officer. Will you put me in handcuffs, please? I’ve been a very naughty boy.

Ms. Budge:If you heard I was a cop, you heard I was a man. Buzz off, faggot.

SubRobert:::shivering:: Yes ma’am, Thank you for the insult, ma’am.

Ms. Budge:LEAVE ME ALONE!!!

SubRobert:Can I sniff your panties?

Ms. Budge:No.

SubRobert:I’ll pay for the postage.

Ms. Budge:No.

SubRobert:Really. I’m being real.

Ms. Budge:No!

SubRobert:Yes ma’am, so sorry ma’am, goodbye ma’am

::leaving in tears::

::tears are real::

SubRobert has left the room.

Budge scratches at an itch halfway down his back where he can’t reach.

“Poor guy,” he says out loud to no one, mousing over to his desktop and selecting two files: Scratch.doc and Winc.doc

Clickety-clack-clickety-clack, and he drops both files into a folder named “Perps.”

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