We were spinning our wheels – getting absolutely nowhere in the case – when some startling information came to light. It appeared that Ms. Maddie had, in fact, had some unsavory relationships with younger men.
It wasn’t any of the underage boys at the high school, mind you, but Ms. Maddie had a habit of maintaining contact with certain students, similar to how she had with Bodhi, and now and then – and some years later – these interactions would lead to romantic interludes. When the boys were of age, of course.
The validity of the rumor was discovered, quite accidentally, when I ran into one of Ms. Maddie’s former students at the local university – a girl named Livia. I dare say, I’d never met a girl quite like her, either.
She introduced herself to me as the captain of the gymnastics team. It struck me, hours after our encounter, as to how appropriate the term “captain” was for Livia – she had the mouth of a sailor.
I had no intention of interviewing Livia. I was at the university to talk to a friend of Ms. Maddie’s, and had simply ducked into the college gymnasium to eat my bagged lunch in the coolness of the air conditioning.
I’m not certain how she knew who I was, but as she practiced gymnastics and contorted her body, Livia started talking.
“So, did you find out what happened to that S:#@?”
“Excuse me?” I said, taken by surprise.
“I said… did you find out what happened to that S:#@?”
I had heard her the first time, apparently she didn’t get that. I just stared at Livia, with her elbows on the wood floor, and her legs high in the air. How she managed to stay motionless I have no idea.
“She F*$!@# my boyfriend, you know.”
“Oh?” I said.
“Yeah. I knew something was going on! But he kept denying it so I got into his phone a couple weeks ago and saw their texts. Oh. My. God.”
“What did you do?” I asked.
“I couldn’t F*$!@# believe it!” she said. “I took screenshots and then I told him to go to Hell. Then I texted that B:#@ and told her what a S:#@ she was.”
Livia came down from her odd pose and walked to where I was sitting. A small drop of sweat dropped from the end of her nose and she grabbed a bag that was near my feet. She threw it around her shoulder and turned, swaying her hips – rather dramatically – as she made her way to the locker room.
My lunch was finished, and I had two new suspects on a platter.
TO BE CONTINUED (PERHAPS)
First of all, I really entertained myself writing this one. I just told my dear friend “Z” the other day that I thought about starting a second blog so that I didn’t feel guilty cussing in my stories.
I know that sounds lame, but I’ve spent almost 6 years here and that’s never been my style on this particular blog – so it just feels weird.
I thought it was more fun to use the symbols anyway, because it’s easy to fill in the blanks. Plus… I’m imagining that the somewhat inept detective wrote the story… and I think that he would censor or redact the tale. Ha-ha! Poor guy.
Anyway, I’m not sure how long this one will go on. It’s starting to wear on me. That being said, if I’m unable to come up with the perfect ending soon I may just move to next and let this one stew.
I also forgot the word of the day, but Oh Well. The image was pretty simple since it’s all lines and curves, so it was enjoyable and relaxing to make. I’m going to make more like this in the near future… with fancy effects perhaps.
That’s all for now!
Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed…