Detective Jill Spinoza was filing the paperwork on her latest case, when a woman was presented to her. She looked... well, busty, was an understatement. Each full breast bigger than her head, she was looked very uncomfortable in her skin. Hardly surprising, Jill thought, given the constant ache she must feel from getting those gargantuan breasts.
There was a knowing smile from the desk sargeant, as he left her to unload her problems onto Jill. But, it was the address that caught her attention, as the woman cast a whole array of cards across her desk.
"I'm not a woman." she sobbed, her bust heaving, as she gasped and wailed.
Picking the driving licence up, as if it were infectious, she examined it cautiously. "You don't look like your picture, ma'am." she offered.
"That's me!" she wailed, "As I used to look."
"I'm Jack Kirkwood." she said.
"Jakki Kirkwood." Jill repeated back. A strained frustrated cry rising from the woman. "Jack... Jack... Jack!"
"We have a report." Jill said, hunting through her desktop, "From... Mrs. Kirkwood, of an incident, and harassment. A missing husband, and a woman who matches your description."
Jill allowed the allegation to settle in, but it passed over the woman's head.
Jakki looked like the type of woman who'd been 'in the business' for too long. Accepted too many surgeries, and become this charicature of femininity.
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She could imagine her in only one line of work. Had she been trying to blackmail, this 'Jack' or threaten to expose his misdeeds to his wife. It certainly fit some patterns, if not others.
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There was some tinge of sincerity to her words that stopped Jill from just dismissing her as simply a whore working an angle. As Jakki settled in her chair, her bust resting on the table, shifted a few of the piles of paperwork. Drawing a mortified glance from Jakki, as she stretched down to pick the papers she'd brushed onto the floor, accidentally sending more toppling, even as she snatched at the fallen paperwork.
Suddenly her other hand clenched desperately to the edge of the table. She'd overbalanced, Jill sighed, suspected she was opening herself up to some scam, and of sounding gullible.
"So, you say you're a man." she said with a groan of frustration.
"Yes, I'm Jack Kirkwall." putting extra emphasis on saying his first name clearly. "I'm sorry, I scared my wife, and didn't think how hard... how hard it'd be to see me... me, Jack behind this." She gestured to her eye-catching bust, as she clumsily lifted it before allowing 'the girls' to drop heavily to the desk.
She glanced awkwardly away, and Jill pressed her.
"But, there's something you're not saying." She locked eyes with Jakki, daring her to look away.
Sadly, with resignation, she nodded, "I was cheating on her. I wasn't a great husband." she confessed.
Jill doubted he set a high bar for being a good husband, and was certain Gemma had tolerated more than her share of obvious lies in her time.
Jill gestured for Jakki to continue, sure there was more to come. With trembling hands, Jakki retrieved another piece of paper, a sheet of note paper folded in four. She was mortified to hand it over to Jill.
"You have been a naughty boy." Jill said, as she read it. An accusation of infidelity, a long list of womens' names, and a threat of dire consequences.
"I got it a week ago." Jakki confessed, "I thought it, it was an attempt to get some blackmail money." she confessed. "I'd almost dismissed it, until I woke up this morning."
She gestured to her body, accidentally bumping her succulent bust with her sweeping gesture.
"I've nowhere to go!" she sobbed. "My wife won't take me in."
"She might not anyway, even if you were still Jack."
"You called me Jack." An uncertain smile flickering across her face. "You may, I say may have been Jack Kirkwood, but at the moment you certainly aren't."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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