Confession by Gary Whitmore - HTML preview

Chapter 6

A Killer's Tale story continued.

The years passed, and Jimmy and Ricky remained true to their word and kept the secret about Sammy's innocence.

Jimmy often thought about that Saturday afternoon when he beat Buster to death and then that Saturday morning when they watched Sammy Sampson get hung.

During the past four years, Jimmy discovered the joys of pleasuring himself. One sick way he would pleasure himself was to venture to the spot in the woods where he killed Buster Chaney and saw that naked colored girl. This became a frequent event during the hot summer months.

It was now the spring of 1954, and Jimmy was now a seventeen-year-old teenager, and his hormones raged in high gear.

Jimmy also picked up one bad habit he started with his friend Homer and started smoking cigarettes, loving Lucky Strikes. He was young and hooked, and Melvin couldn't care less his older son smoked.

But smoking wasn't all he enjoyed. His mind was also flooded with nasty thoughts of having sex with a girl. Because of this, he was head over heels in love with Fran Schaefer to satisfy his naughty sexual desires. She had a gorgeous curvy figure with shoulder-length blonde hair and blue eyes that would warm your heart for hours.

But Fran hung around with Ralph Johnston, the high school football quarterback and King of the Campus. Ralph was the same guy that had been Jimmy's nemesis for years.

But Jimmy could care less about Ralph since he still wanted Fran's love and could not resist her gorgeous curves.

Ralph found out and did not like that Jimmy had eyes for his girl. He told his fellow football buddies that Jimmy would pay genuinely if he ever tried to make a move on Fran.

It was now the middle of April in 1954, and all the kids in Jimmy's class were excited about graduating soon. Jimmy toyed with the idea of asking Fran out on a date. So, at the end of April, he finally summoned the courage to ask her out. She refused.

A couple of weeks had passed, and Jimmy was still determined. He asked her out again, but she refused and told Ralph.

He waited three more days.

It was now Friday, and Jimmy saw Fran outside the high school after classes were over. Ralph was out with his buddies, and he saw this as an opportunity since she was alone.

"Fran," he called out from behind her.

Fran turned around and saw Jimmy walking up to her. "Yes, Jimmy," she said and gave him a hint of a warm smile.

"Listen, I know I've been bugging you lately, but I can't resist and must try again."

Frank looked at Jimmy and knew what he was going to say.

"I would really love it if you would allow me the honor of taking you out on a date," he said, his heart racing.

Fran looked at Jimmy and paused for a few seconds, which made Jimmy's heart race even faster. He felt butterflies in his stomach.

"You know what, Jimmy? I'm impressed that you've been persistent in asking me out on dates. So, yes, I would love to go out with you on a date."

Jimmy was stunned that she finally accepted. He didn't know how to reply. "Ah, I guess I need to figure out where we can go," said Jimmy, jumping up and down for joy inside his body.

"I know. Why don't we have some nighttime fun at the lake tomorrow?" Fran smiled and gave Jimmy a wink.

Jimmy was in heaven for a few seconds, and then he looked sad when he remembered something. "I don't have a car. Paw won't allow me to use his new Ford. He said I have to get a job and buy my own car," he admitted, then realized his dream of getting Fran naked down by the lake was now gone. "So close yet so far," thought Jimmy while he looked at Fran.

"I'll tell you what, my daddy won't mind if I use his car. I could pick you up," she said with another warm smile to entice Jimmy.

Jimmy's eyes lit up, knowing that his date with Fran would be a sure thing. "Great. Pick me up at the end of my street at nine tomorrow night."

"Okay. I'll see you then," said Fran, then she turned around and smirked.

Jimmy strutted away with a spring in his step and a huge smile.

After supper, Jimmy took a quick shower for his date with Fran. He knew that tonight he would lose his virginity, and got excited while soaping his body, dreaming about Fran.

Fifteen minutes later, Jimmy ran out of his house at eight-fifty that night, then ran down to the end of his street.

He anxiously waited by pacing back and forth along the side of the street.

A pair of headlights were cumming down the adjacent street. He had butterflies in his stomach while waiting for the car to get closer to see if it was Fran.

"Here she comes," he beamed the second he spotted Fran behind the wheel of a white 1953 Ford Victoria hardtop. A huge smile grew on his face when she stopped her Victoria by the end of Jimmy's street.

Jimmy rushed to the passenger side of the Victoria and got into the front seat.

The country “I Really Don't Want to Know” song by Eddy Arnold played on the radio while Fran drove off down the street.

"Is that the new Eddy Arnold song?" asked Jimmy to get the conversation going between the two.

"It is, and I love it," Fran replied as she turned left down another street.

It was quiet in the Victoria while Fran navigated through the streets of Boldger and headed west. Jimmy lit a Lucky Strike cigarette to act cool.

"Put that cigarette out. Daddy will kill me if he thinks I've been smoking in his car."

Jimmy rolled down his window, flicked out his cigarette, then rolled up the window.

Once Fran drove out of the city limits on the eastern side of Boldger, Jimmy slid across the front seat and sat next to her. She didn't say anything, so he assumed she approved.

He decided that since that move worked, he would try another one, so he put his arm around Fran's shoulder. She did not resist his romantic move. He smiled and felt like a stud.

Fran drove down Route 123, the road leading to the next town of Harpersville. Jimmy pondered if he should take another bold step and try to touch Fran's left breast with the fingertips of his left hand. He decided to wait until they got to the lake. The thought was that stroking her bare nipples would be better than fondling her breasts through her blouse material.

Fran drove her Dad's Victoria a quarter of a mile down Route 123, then slowed down and turned left onto a dirt road.

Jimmy's heart started to race, knowing they were getting closer and closer to the lake.

She drove the Victoria one hundred yards down the dirt road, and the headlights showed tire tracks in the path of previous visitors.

She soon drove to the fifty-foot circular dirt clearing by the lake's edge. It was where the kids would park at night to fool around and hopefully get laid.

Jimmy noticed the tire tracks of previous cars all over the dirt, thinking these were from previous nights.

Tonight, the clearing was void of other cars, and Jimmy was excited to have Fran all to himself.

Fran parked the car and left the engine and headlights on.

"Let's go have some fun," she said and blew a kiss at Jimmy to indicate he had an excellent chance for sex.

Jimmy couldn't wait, and he lunged over at Fran and kissed her lips.

Fran pushed him away. "Hold your horses. There will be plenty of time for that outside by the lake."

Jimmy felt a little embarrassed. "You're right."

"Let's go," she said and gave Jimmy another wink.

Fran and Jimmy opened their doors and got out of the car.

They walked to the edge of the lake and gazed at the full moon, which was reflecting off the water's waves.

Jimmy got brave and decided to go for it again. He leaned in and planted a kiss on her lips. She accepted his embrace, and they soon engaged in a passionate kiss.

She pulled him away, then leaned into his ear. "I want you, Jimmy, and I want you now," she whispered in his ear. She looked at Jimmy while she slowly ran the tip of her tongue around her lips. "Here's want I want. I want you to strip for me, then I'll strip naked for you," she winked.

"Okay," Jimmy beamed and almost popped his buttons while unbuttoning his shirt.

"Hand me your clothes so they don't get dirty," she requested seductively.

Jimmy handed her his shirt, and she dropped it on the hood of her car.

He removed his tee shirt and handed it to Fran.

He removed his black Keds Converse sneakers and socks and handed them to Fran.

She placed them on top of his shirt and tee shirt.

He unzipped his jeans and pulled them down. His erection immediately poked out from his white boxer shorts.

Fran snickered when she saw his boner, as it was not that big. In fact, Jimmy's members were smaller than average.

Jimmy pulled his boxers down and handed her his pants and underwear. She dropped them on the hood of her car.

Jimmy stood bare ass naked in the dirt with the headlights of Fran's car, providing the wilderness a perfect view of his naked body.

"Okay, are you ready for me to strip?" Fran asked seductively while she slowly unbuttoned her blouse.

"You bet!" Jimmy cried out.

The sound of a couple of branches breaking in the woods was heard to the left of the Victoria. He suddenly heard a bunch of laughs emanating from the woods in that direction. His gut told him that sound from the woods was not a good sign.

Ralph, two other football players, Jake and Charlie, and two girls, Alice and Judy, from his high school class, ran out of the woods laughing.

"Jimmy has a baby dick!" Ralph yelled while he pointed at Jimmy's crotch, then busted out laughing again.

Everybody busted a gut while laughing at Jimmy's small member.

Jimmy quickly covered his crotch with his hands and dropped to his knees. He was motionless on what to do, and his face turned beet red with embarrassment.

Fran quickly grabbed Jimmy's clothes off the hood while Ralph and the other kids ran to her car.

She tossed Jimmy's sneakers at him. They landed in the dirt close to his feet.

Ralph got behind the wheel, Judy and Fran got in the front seat, and Jake, Alice, and Charlie jumped in the backseat.

Ralph shoved the car into gear and quickly backed down the dirt road with the headlights shining on Jimmy naked on his knees in the dirt. The laughter from the gang in the car was heard while it backed down the dirt road.

"Please don't leave me here!" he yelled at the headlights, which got smaller and smaller down the dirt road.

Jimmy knelt there naked with only his sneakers near him. He was furious and could still hear their laughter from the car while the headlights disappeared in the darkness.

"Fuck!" yelled out Jimmy while he looked around the darkness of the woods. He slipped his feet into his Keds and slowly walked down the dirt road. He pondered how he was going to get home without being noticed.

Jimmy walked down the road and stayed close to the woods. He figured that if a car drove down the road, he could quickly duck behind a tree for cover.

After fifteen minutes of sneaking along the dark road and having to duck behind a tree five times, Jimmy finally arrived at the edge of Boldger.

He got to the edge of town and saw a home twenty feet away.

He scanned the area and wondered how he could make it home without being seen naked. His eyes widened, and he felt that his luck suddenly changed for the better.

He was lucky because he saw old lady Bertha's backyard, where she had a set of towels on her clothesline.

Jimmy looked around; the coast was clear. He dashed across the street to old lady Bertha's backyard. He snatched a towel off the clothesline and wrapped it around his waist.

He ran away but did not notice old lady Bertha peeking out her kitchen window. She saw Jimmy and got pissed. He yanked one of the towels off her clothesline and wrapped it around his naked body.

Jimmy ran out of Bertha's backyard and ran down the street. He felt lucky nobody was out and about tonight and figured he had a great chance of making it home undetected.

Jimmy ran down the street, holding onto the towel wrapped around his waist.

Jimmy made it down the end of Bertha's street when a flashing red light illuminated the street before him. At first, he didn't know what could have caused that flashing red light. It finally sunk into his head when he heard the squeaking sound of car brakes. "Fuck!" he cursed in his head while stopping in the street.

He turned around and saw Sheriff Damon sitting ten feet away behind the wheel of his 1953 black-and-white Ford squad car. Sheriff Damon stared at Jimmy while tapping his fingers on the steering wheel's top.

Jimmy and Sheriff Damon stared at each other for a few seconds. Sheriff Damon stuck his left hand out his open door window. He motioned for Jimmy to come closer to the car.

Jimmy reluctantly walked to the squad car, holding the towel around his waist.

Sheriff Nate looked at Jimmy. "What the hell are you doing, boy? Why are you walking down my street naked with nothing on but a towel?" Sheriff Damon asked, and then his eyes lit up with surprise when he noticed it was Jimmy Nalla.

"I can explain, sir," he said, looking down at the street, ashamed of himself.

"Get in the back," Sheriff Damon barked.

Jimmy walked over and opened the rear passenger door. He got in the backseat and closed the door. For a second, he wished Sheriff Damon had shot him first and then asked questions, as going home wasn't going to be a pleasure.

"Okay boy, tell me why you were naked in Bertha Wilson's backyard and stole one of her towels," Sheriff Damon asked while he drove the car off down the street.

While Sheriff Damon drove down the street, Jimmy told him how Fran, Ralph, Jake, Charlie, Alice, and Judy tricked him into getting naked down at the lake, then stole his clothes, driving off, leaving him stranded.

Five minutes later, Sheriff Damon pulled his squad car into the dirt driveway of Jimmy's home.

He parked his car behind Melvin's red 1954 Ford Crestline. "Let's go," Sheriff Damon told Jimmy while he turned the engine off.

Sheriff Damon and Jimmy got out of the squad car and walked to the front porch.

Sheriff Damon knocked on the screen door.

Jimmy stared down at the porch in shame, then moved away to his left, out of view of the door.

A few seconds later, Melvin appeared at the screen door with a beer can in hand and a Lucky Strike cigarette dangling from his lips. "Nate, how can I help you?"

Sheriff Damon grabbed Jimmy's right arm and moved him into view.

Melvin got pissed the second he saw his son wearing nothing but a towel and sneakers. "What the hell is going on?" he barked.

"Well, it appears Fran Schaefer and some of her friends tricked Jimmy here into thinking he was going to have sex with Miss Schaefer. Then, two other boys and two girls showed up out of the woods They snatched his clothes and left him naked at the lake. He stole a towel from Bertha Wilson's clothesline," Sheriff Damon explained.

Melvin fumed while he stared at Jimmy, who stared at the front stoop. "Get your ass inside!" he barked.

"Thanks, Nate," said Melvin.

Sheriff Damon waved to Melvin as he walked back to his car. He knew what would happen next, as he was all too familiar with Melvin's temper.

Inside their living room, Melvin glared at Jimmy. "How the hell can you let a girl get the better of you?" Melvin yelled while his eyes bugged out and the veins in his neck bulged, ready to burst.

Ricky crept down the hallway when he heard the yelling. He peeked around the corner just in time to watch Melvin remove his belt from his pants.

Melvin snatched the towel away from Jimmy's waist and spun him around. He raised his hand and whipped the belt hard across Jimmy's butt cheeks. "Never let a woman get the best of you!" Melvin yelled out in anger while repeatedly beating Jimmy's butt with his belt. "Never! Never!"

Jimmy took his beating like a man because he knew if he cried, he would be beaten harder.

Ricky does not show any emotion when Jimmy gets beaten. He was accustomed to Melvin beating their mother and him.

The beatings from Melvin were the reason Gail finally got up the nerve and ran away last year. She went to live with her cousin in Charlotte, North Carolina, to start a new life without the abuse. Melvin thought his wife was worthless for running like that and gave her a divorce.

"Get you chicken shit ass to bed," Melvin yelled while he placed his belt back on his pants.

Jimmy ran down the hallway with his butt cheeks red with numerous bloody cuts.

Jimmy walked into his bedroom, went to his dresser, and dressed in a fresh tee shirt and white boxers. He got in bed and did not say a word to Ricky, who lay quiet in his bed.

I'm going to kill that bitch!" Jimmy promised in his thoughts about revenge while he lie on his stomach staring at the black wall.

After an hour of fuming, Jimmy finally fell asleep.

Jimmy spent Saturday at his father's Ford dealership washing cars with Ricky.

That night, he stayed at home and watched TV. He was nervous about hanging out with the other kids in front of Herman's Drug Store. But then again, when he did hang out with them, he always felt out of place.

Sunday arrived, and Jimmy stayed home all day with Ricky. His father was out with his KKK buddies drinking Moonshine at one of their hunting spots in the woods north of town.

In the afternoon, Ricky and Jimmy went into the backyard and tossed the baseball around.

Jimmy had a Lucky Strike cigarette dangling out of his mouth to look cool while tossing around the baseball.

"I want to try one," asked Ricky while he threw the baseball to Jimmy.

Jimmy caught the ball and reached inside his shirt pocket.

He removed a pack of Lucky Strikes, then removed one and walked over to Ricky. He handed Ricky the cigarette, and Ricky smoked his first cigarette and thought he was so cool.

Monday morning arrived, and Jimmy was off to school.

He did his usual walk, and things were quiet so far, so he figured what happened on Friday night was forgotten, or word about it never spread.

Jimmy walked down the sidewalk to the school, where other students were heading in the same direction. So far, nobody has said anything.

Jimmy entered the three-story school building and went down the hallway to his locker. While he unlocked his locker, he sensed several eyes were on him.

He looked to his left and saw Ralph, Fran, Jake, Charlie, Alice, and Judy, along with ten other classmates, standing in the hallway with shit-eating grins on their faces.

"Hey baby dick," said Ralph, then he placed his right hand over his crotch and stuck out his pinky finger to show it was Jimmy's dick.

All the kids in the hallway laughed at Jimmy's expense.

Jimmy's anger was about to blow, and he wanted to lunge after Ralph. But he knew Ralph and his two goons would beat him to a pulp. So, he fought off the urge and closed and locked his locker.

"Baby dick! Jimmy has a baby dick!" Ralph called out, taunting Jimmy.

"Break this up, Ralph Johnston, and get to class," yelled Principal Jerry Briggs as he walked down the hallway, seeing the students gathering.

"Ah, yes, sir, Mister Briggs," said Ralph, motioning for his entourage to head off to Glass.

The crowd walked away and headed to class. Jimmy stayed by his locker.

"That means you, Mister Nalla," said Principal Briggs.

"Yes sir," said Jimmy, then he walked off down the hallway.

Principal Briggs turned around and headed down the hallway opposite to return to his office.

Jimmy was the last to arrive in the classroom for the day's first class. It was American History, and Jimmy sat by the windows in the back.

While the teacher started to discuss the details of their final exam next week, Jimmy stared at Ralph and Fran while they were near the front of the class.

"One day. Just wait. One day," he thought while staring at Ralph and Fran and had visions of beating the two to a pulp with a baseball bat. Those visions made him smile and feel good inside.

Two weeks passed.

The day all the high school seniors had been waiting for years had finally arrived. It was graduation day! And they were free from the bonds of their high school teachers. The sky was the limit for their future.

After the ceremony, most of the kids partied at the lake's clearing. Jimmy and his buddy Homer were some of the few who were not invited.

So Jimmy had a plan. It was one where he could get a little revenge on Fran. So he waited that night until he knew the gang was down at the lake. When the moment was right, he got on his Schwinn bicycle and rode down the street.

He headed to the western part of town.

Fifteen minutes had passed, and Jimmy raced his Schwinn down Route 123.

A little while later, he rode his Schwinn down the dirt road to the clearing by the lake.

Jimmy could hear everybody's laughter down at the clearing.

He stopped his Schwinn and pushed it into the woods.

Jimmy set his bike down in the woods, cautiously moved through the woods, and headed to the clearing.

As he got closer and closer to the clearing, the laughter of his classmates partying got louder and louder.

He stopped when he had a good view of the clearing and peeked around a pine tree.

He saw six cars in a semi-circle with the front ends pointed at the lake. They all had their headlights on, and Jimmy could see they were drinking bottled beer and obviously had a good buzz going. They had their backs to the cars.

Jimmy spotted Fran's Ford Victoria two cars to his left. He smirked and cautiously moved through the woods to the rear of her car.

Jimmy reached the rear of Fran's Ford and saw that nobody had seen him. He smiled and inched his way to the driver's side of Fran's car.

When he reached the driver's door, he quietly opened it and sat behind the wheel. Then, with a soft click, he quietly closed the door.

Jimmy sat behind the wheel and noticed he was still undetected. It was safe, so he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants and boxers.

Jimmy lifted his ass off the seat and proceeded to take a dump on the front seat.

After he was done, he carefully opened the driver's door. He got out f the car so he wouldn't disturb his graduation present. He quietly closed the front driver's door with a soft click and pulled up his pants.

He quietly went to the car's rear, then to the front passenger door, and opened it. Jimmy pulled down his pants, then proceeded to piss all over the passenger side of the front seat.

He quietly closed the front passenger door, and it closed with a soft click.

Jimmy pulled up his pants and quietly returned to the woods.

Once behind a pine tree, Jimmy buckled his belt and moved to a safer location in the woods.

He debated whether he should stay to hear Fran's screams later that night. He felt it was too risky, so he cautiously moved through the woods and went back to his Schwinn.

After Jimmy moved his Schwinn back through the woods and to the dirt road, he hopped on it and raced home with a smirk.

For the next few days, Jimmy heard how Fran found those two surprises left on the front seat of her Daddy's car. He wanted to tell her what he did but didn't want another beating from his paw. So he kept his mouth shut until he found the right moment.

It was Tuesday morning, and Jimmy went to work at his paw's Ford dealership to wash cars. Ricky always tagged along, as he loved hanging down at the dealership and seeing all those brand-new shiny Fords.

Working at the dealership was a job doing shit chores he loathed. But Melvin said that if Jimmy didn't work full-time at the dealership, Jimmy would have to move out of the house. Jimmy decided that washing cars for sixty cents an hour wasn't too bad compared to living on the streets. So he figured he would tolerate it until he figured out what he wanted to do with his life.

Friday rolled around, and Jimmy finished washing a white with blue top and blue interior 1954 Crestline Victoria hardtop Ford that had just been sold. It was still wet after the rinse.

"Are you done?" asked Melvin as he walked up to Jimmy, now Major Roscoe Purcell, still in the Army Reserves at Fort Benning.

Jimmy looked and saw Melvin and Roscoe. "Yes, sir. Mister Purcell's car is ready. And hello, Mister Purcell," Jimmy replied.

"Hi, Jimmy; listen, have you thought much about what you want to do after high school?" Roscoe asked.

"No, sir."

"You might want to consider the Army. It would be good for you," said Roscoe.

"Maybe," Jimmy said, but Melvin and Roscoe sensed Jimmy wasn't interested, which bugged Melvin.

"Finish his car and bring it around the front," said Melvin.

"Yes, sir."

"Then come into my office. I want to chat with you," said Melvin, and then he and Roscoe walked away.

Jimmy started drying the Ford with a towel.

Ten minutes had passed, and Jimmy brought the Ford to the front of the dealership.

Roscoe drove away happy with his new Ford.

Jimmy went inside the dealership and went straight into Melvin's office.

"Sit down," said Melvin from behind his desk the second Jimmy stepped into his office. He walked over and sat in one of the two chairs before Melvin's wooden desk.

"I'm not going to live forever and want this dealership to stay in the family," said Melvin. Then he paused and looked at Jimmy. "But, I'm having doubts that you could keep this dealership afloat if you're in charge, so I think you should find another career. You didn't sound like you wanted the Army."

"No, sir."

"Okay, maybe I could get you a job at the sawmill. Some hard labor might do you some good," he said, then paused while he took a sip of coffee. "How does that sound?"

Jimmy looked at Melvin and didn't like the idea of sweating like a pig in sawdust. He was clueless about how he wanted to spend the rest of his life.

"Excuse me, Mister Nalla. I hate to interrupt," said Melvin's thirty-year-old secretary, standing in the doorway.

"What Wilma?"

"I wanted to remind you that you have the retirement luncheon for Deputy Ernie Hughes in thirty minutes," she said.

"Thanks, Wilma."

Wilma left the doorway.

Jimmy looked back at the doorway and then at Melvin. An idea popped into his head, and it was a grand idea. He finally knew how he wanted to spend the rest of his life. "Paw, I know what I want to do."

"What's that?"

"I want to become a police officer," he said, then paused. "Yeah, that's what I want to do. I want to become a police officer," he added, and the more he thought about it, the more he liked that idea.

Melvin thought about Jimmy's idea for a few seconds. "Okay, I'll have a talk with Nate later today," he said, motioning for Jimmy to leave his office.

Jimmy got out of the chair and headed out of Melvin's office.

The next day arrived, and Jimmy was sitting in the Boldger Police Station filling out his job application. This was a mere formality, as he had the job based on a phone call from Melvin.

Two days had passed, and Jimmy was wearing his khaki police uniform without a badge. He had not been issued a revolver but had a nightstick as his only protection.

That afternoon, Sheriff Damon took Jimmy to a grassy field north of the town, where they had a gun range. The range consisted of a ten-foot-high dirt berm on which the town folk would fire off rounds of bullets.

After twenty minutes of firing at a target placed in the berm, Sheriff Damon was satisfied that Jimmy could safely handle a gun.

They left the gun range and headed back to the office.

Jimmy was given Ernie's gun belt and a 38 Special revolver. He was also given Ernie's old desk and had a book on Boldger Police Procedures to read and learn.

Jimmy shadowed Sheriff Damon around town for the next two weeks as part of his on-the-job training. Finally, he was awarded a badge, and that made Jimmy proud.

Even Melvin was pleased that Jimmy started showing some potential, as he had doubts about his mediocre grades. So Melvin did something nice for Jimmy for once; he sold him a 1950 white Ford couple for half price.

Since Jimmy was now earning his own money, he was also able to afford to rent an efficiency apartment on the south side of town. Jimmy started to love the way his life was turning out and enjoyed being free from his daddy's abusive control.

Since Jimmy was new to the department, Sheriff Damon had him work the night shift. He figured that would be a good start as the town was quiet in the evenings.

Jimmy loved driving the squad car around town with a Lucky Strike dangling from his lips. He thought he was so cool.

It was a Tuesday night, and Jimmy sat behind his desk reading the current issue of his True Detective magazine. His stomach growled, and he glanced at his watch. He set the magazine down and headed for dinner at his favorite place.

He left the department and decided to drive around town to see if there was anybody he could arrest.

Jimmy sat behind the wheel of the squad car, and he felt like he was on top of the world and power.

He drove down Main Street and spotted Fran parked in her dad's Ford Victoria by the fire hydrant near the front of Woolworths.

He drove down the street, glanced out his car window, and saw Fran exit her car and rush into Woolworth's.

He made a U-turn in the street, headed back to Woolworth, and parked behind Fran's car.

Once Jimmy entered Woolworths, he spotted Fran walking through the aisles and heading to the food counter.

He walked through the aisles after Fran and stopped a safe distance when he spotted Judy, standing behind the food counter, in her waitress uniform, giving an old man his Salisbury steak dinner.

He saw Fran walk over, her left hand behind her back, and sit at one of the counter stools.

He hid behind an aisle of feminine products to eavesdrop on the girls.

Judy looked to her right and saw Fran. She motioned that she would down be there in a second.

Fran sat on the stool with her left hand behind her back and looked anxious.

After Judy was done with that old man, she approached Fran.

"Want a milkshake?" asked Judy.

"No, I'm here to share some exciting news." "What exciting news?" Judy asked, not having a clue, and wondered why Fran sat at the counter with her left hand behind her back.

Jimmy craned his neck over some boxes of Tampons to see what Fran wanted to show them.

Fran whipped her left hand out from behind her back. She flashed her hand at Judy to show off her diamond engagement ring.

"Ahhhh!" yelled out Judy at the sight of Fran's diamond ring.

The old man at the other end of the counter glanced over to his left at the girls, wondering why Judy had yelled. He shrugged it off and continued eating his Salisbury steak dinner.

"When's the wedding?"

"Ralph wants to get married next week. He went to Tuscaloosa and enlisted in the Navy. He leaves in two weeks for basic training at the Great Lakes north of Chicago."

"Ah, are you going to move?" Judy asked, and her answer worried her.

"Yes. My Aunt Sue lives in Chicago, and I'm going to live with her until Ralph gets out of basic. I have to get out of this town."

"I know. I can't believe Sheriff Damon made Jimmy Nalla a deputy. He's such a loser," said Judy.

"Another reason I want to leave. That creep has been wanting me for years, and the thought of that makes my skin crawl," said Fran, and her body shivered at the thought of Jimmy.

Jimmy looked pissed and walked away from that aisle.

Jimmy walked out of Woolworths, and that memory of that mean trick at the lake started to make his blood boil.

He looked at Fran's Victoria for a few seconds. He considered giving her a ticket to park by the fire hydrant for a few seconds. "Naw. She would know that I was here," he quietly muttered. Then he got an idea. He looked up and down the street. Nobody was in sight. He looked across the street. He looked back at Woolworths, and nobody in the store could see him outside. He felt it was safe, so he walked.

He got a smirk while he walked to the rear of the Ford Victoria.

He looked around the area again and felt safe that nobody would see him.

He removed his nightclub and smacked the right rear taillight of the Victoria, shattering it. He looked around and felt safe. Nobody saw him, so he walked over to the left side of the Victoria and smacked the left rear taillight, shattering it.

He walked over to his squad car, got behind the wheel, started it up, and pulled into the street.

Jimmy drove away down the street and was a little satisfied with his piece of revenge, but he still had thoughts of killing her.

Ten minutes had passed, and Fran left Woolworth's. She got in her Victoria and started up the engine.

She pulled the car out onto the street and headed over to Alice's house to tell her the news.

Alice drove down Main Street with a huge smile. She couldn't wait to become Ralph's wife.

She drove past Maple Avenue and didn't notice the squad car parked along that street.

Fran drove a little farther down the street when, all of a sudden, she saw a flashing red light reflecting off her front windshield and in her rearview mirror. "Fuck!" she said, then pulled over to the curb and placed the car in park.

She sat with her arms crossed and looked pissed.

She heard footsteps of someone approaching her door from the opened window. She saw Jimmy standing by the door with a ticket pad in hand.

"Ma-am," said Jimmy, playing the police cop. "I pulled you over because both rear taillights are busted out."

"What?" said Fran, disbelieving Jimmy's story. "No way, a deputy."

"You're welcome to get out and look for yourself."

Fran opened her car door, got out, and rushed over to the rear of her car.

She saw that both taillights were busted out. "How the fuck did that happen?" she asked.

"Well, maybe you backed into something and didn't realize it."

"No way."

"I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to write you a ticket," said Jimmy, then he removed his pen from his shirt pocket and started to write out a ticket.

Fran walked back over and got back inside her car. She closed her door and was fuming mad. But she knew she would have to accept the ticket, and she had her suspicions about she had her suspicions about how those taillights got busted.

After a few seconds of waiting, Jimmy walked back to her door. He handed her the ticket, then walked away with a smirk and got back inside his car.

Fran started up her engine and pulled out onto the street.

Jimmy sat in his squad car for a few seconds and felt like he had some power as a police officer. He loved that feeling.

He started up his engine and made a U-turn in the street.

He drove off to eat dinner.

Two days had passed, and Jimmy had just finished his night shift. He knew Fran would marry in a few days, and he still deeply hated her. After all, she spurned his love and made him look like a fool at the lake.

Jimmy drove away from the station in his Ford Coupe.

The town was quiet and void of people on the streets. The Boldger folk were great at staying home at night and not wandering around the streets, causing problems.

But instead of heading home, he decided to make a pit stop.

Jimmy parked on Watson Avenue, where Fran lived. He parked two houses down the street from her home.

He got out his car, rushed down the street, and headed to Fran's house.

He stopped by her house, looked the area over, and sensed nobody was watching him.

He rushed through her front yard, down the left side of her house, and to the backyard.

After he felt safe from observing eyes, he walked over to Fran's bedroom window.

He saw that her window was opened, allowing the cool night air to keep her cool while she slept.

Jimmy peeked in the window and saw Fran asleep on the top of her covers in her white nightgown. He wanted her in the worst way and hated the fact that she wouldn't return his love For a split second, he felt like climbing through her window and strangling her in her sleep.

He shrugged off that thought and walked away from her window.

Jimmy rushed back over to his car and got behind the wheel.

He drove off and headed home.

A month had passed, and Fran and Ralph were married and no longer residents of Boldger. Jimmy had erased Fran from his memory, figuring that stressing over her was not worth the effort.

His buddy Homer Maris left Boldger to attend the University of Alabama. Although he had poor grades in school, his dad used his KKK connections to get Homer into college. Homer studied Criminal Justice and wanted to become an FBI Agent.

It finally happened. In September of 1954, Jimmy eventually lost his virginity. He didn't have to resort to jerking off in his apartment for sex this time. It was a Saturday night, and Jimmy had to arrest one of the town drunks. She was Nancy Brown, a fifty-seven-year-old short woman who loved spending her free time at The Thirsty Tavern on the south end of town.

Jimmy found her sitting on the sidewalk two streets from the town while making his rounds. She was singing the Hank Williams, “I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry” song as loud as she could.

So he stopped his car and got her in the backseat.

After he placed her in one of their two jail cells, he made a pot of coffee.

"Hey, Jimmy. Did I ever tell you that I think you're a handsome young man?" called out Nancy from the bars of her cell.

"No," said Jimmy, then poured himself a cup of coffee.

He walked back over to his desk and sat down. He picked up the current issue of his True Detective magazine and read his article while he sipped on his coffee. He grabbed his pack of Lucky Strikes from his desk, lit a cigarette, and smoked while he read the magazine.

"Well, you are, and if you want, you can come fuck me," called out Nancy.

Jimmy couldn't believe his ears. He never had a woman offer him sex in his life. The thought of finally feeling his cock slide into a pussy was turning him on.

He walked away from the coffee pot and headed down the hallway that housed the two jail cells.

He walked up to Nancy's jail cell.

She looked at him and winked.

She turned and walked to the wall to her right. She unbuttoned her Capri pants and slid them down to her knees.

Jimmy couldn't believe his eyes when he saw her slide her panties down to her ankles.

"Come on, boy. Fuck me," said Nancy while she wiggled her bubble butt ass cheeks.

Jimmy unlocked the jail cell and opened the door.

He went to the cell and immediately removed his gun belt and tossed it on the bed. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. At the same time, he lowered his pants and boxers down to his ankles and was ready.

He walked up to her, and she reached around and assisted in guiding him inside her.

Jimmy smiled at the feeling of finally being inside a woman. He grabbed the sides of her hips and started pumping her. He pumped faster and faster. Then, after a minute of pumping, he was finished.

He pulled out and got redressed.

"You men are always so fucking quick," said Nancy, unsatisfied with Jimmy's performance.

He left the cell and locked the door.

Nancy got redressed while Jimmy walked down the hallway.

She got on the bed while Jimmy returned to his cup of coffee.

Jimmy went to his desk and sat down. He had a huge grin while he drank his coffee. He was no longer a virgin.

October rolled around, and Jimmy and Ricky started their own yearly tradition. They would go fishing and camping outings on Artabatian Lake outside Pierce, Mississippi.

Meanwhile, twenty-two-year-old Robert Fillert started his first day with the FBI Academy at Quantico, Virginia. He recently graduated from Georgia Tech with a degree in Criminal Justice. Robert was so happy as being an FBI Agent was a childhood dream. All Robert wanted to do was to put the evil criminal behind bars. Little did he know that one criminal would be his toughest case in the future.

It's back to reality.

In Daytona Beach, Sam sat in his lazy boy chair in his den. He highlighted some more items in the book A Killer's Tale. He had this weird feeling that this author was making a connection to the fictitious Robert Fillert with Sam's career.

In Kissimmee, Marty read The Killer's Tale while Becky reminisced with some old pictures of Allan with the kids. It was on a trip to Disney two years ago.

In Curtis, Mississippi, Billy was pissed with A Killer's Tale book.