Ronnie was beginning to drive me fucking insane. I couldn't take anymore of him preaching about mayonnaise and hot dogs. I thought giving him some liquor would relax him but it only made it worse. He kept pissing himself and the puddle of urine was leaking over into my cell. If only I could break out of here and strangle the life out of him. I'd love to see the light leave his eyes.
Officer Johnson came down and ruined my fantasy of murdering Ronnie. “Time to let you go, crazy man.” Johnson fumbled around for the keys and unlocked the cell. “Shit Ronnie, did you have to piss yourself so much.”
“What the fuck is wrong with that guy?” I asked.
Johnson led Ronnie out of the cell. “Found this guy wandering down Main Street, exposing himself to anyone who passed by. Definitely has a few screws loose. He's in the hands of the doctors at Sacks County Hospital now.”
Ronnie turned to me with horror in his eyes. “Mayonnaise...hot dogs.” And that was the last I ever saw of him. Thank fucking God.
“Hey Johnson, I need to make a phone call.”
Johnson crammed his hands into his pocket and pulled out a cellphone. “Here, don't let the Sheriff see you with this.” He passed the phone through the bars.
I dialed the only number I knew by heart—the MC. A deep grunt answered the phone. Could only be Big Mike. “Hey Mike, can you get Emily for me?” Big Mike grunted again.
“Hey fella, how's it going in there?”
“Just fucking peachy, Emily.”
“Oh come on, Dagger, can't be that bad. It's not like you're in prison.”
I sat down on the bench and lifted my feet off the wet floor. “Well your not ankle-deep in piss right now.”
“What if I was cleaning the bathrooms here?”
The MC bathroom was utterly disgusting. I've seen the most terrifying shit shows ever. No way in fucking hell I'd ever clean those. “Emily, where's the lawyer?”
“Somewhere on a private island, drinking martinis. He told us not to worry. They'll have to release you tomorrow morning since they got nothing on you.”
Fucking lawyers. “I'll need someone to pick me up.”
“Don't worry, I'll be there, hun.”
I ended the call and hid the phone under the pillow. The stench of piss was getting to me. It was almost like Sheriff White was torturing me for fun now. I'd have to show her who ran things in this town. She'd be on her knees soon enough, begging for my big cock.
Now that I had the jail to myself, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my long shaft. It felt like a century since the last time I had a chance to jerk off. I closed my eyes and pictured Melissa's lips wrapped around me. It only took a few strokes until I came all over the floor.
I cleaned my hands off in the sink and stared at my reflection in the broken mirror. Damn, that bitch would be a good fuck. I just needed one night between her legs. Then I could move on and forget her forever.