The Fuel Stop

The Fuel Stop 8/19/07

After traveling for150 miles, Casey looked down and realized he needed gas. At the next overpass he pulled into an empty P & P Fuel Stop. The price of the gas was 4.05 per gallon, which explained the emptiness of the station.
Casey had no choice; the nearest station was another 30 miles down the read. After pumping $50.00 in gas and entering the station to pay he realized he needed to use the restroom. Approaching the convenience store manager, who was a pimpled face teenager named Joann, Casey asked where the restrooms were located. Joann, without looking up, pointed to the back of the store.
Upon entering the restroom, Casey spotted two latex gloves just lying in the sink stained with blood. Quickly using the restroom and heading up to the front of the store to pay for his gas, Casey stepped on a creaking board.
“Will that be all?” asked Joann.
“Did you have a problem here?” inquired Casey.
“No, why do you ask?” questioned Joann.
“I…uh…noticed the blood stained gloves in the bathroom sink. I thought maybe something was wrong.” stated Casey.
“What are you talking about? I just cleaned this place since there was no business and there was nothing in the sink.” stated Joann, quizzically looking Casey over.
“So now what, Miss, uh, Joann is it? Are you trying to say I put them there?” interrogated Casey.
“This is silly. Let’s go look and see what is in the bathroom sink.” said Joann.
Just as they were passing the entrance doors, Casey grabbed Joann around her waist, lifted her up like a rag doll, and carried her out to his car, throwing open the trunk and tossing her inside. Just before slamming the trunk, he looked at her and said, “Next time maybe you won’t be so judgmental and stop arguing with the customers. Did you forget the customer is always right?” stated Casey and shut the trunk.
Driving out of town about seven miles, Casey then turned right onto a gravel road and drove another six miles, turned left, drove another nine miles turned right and pulled into a driveway. After opening the truck, he cautioned Joann not to make any sudden moves. Helping her out, her legs were weak and shaky like a jellyfish; he walked her up the sidewalk and into the old shack. It contained only a sink, stove, old bed, and smelled of dead animals.
“This is my hunting cabin. No one knows it’s here since it is so far out and hid behind lots of shrubs and trees. I like my privacy” Casey firmly stated.
“What do I care about this place, and what are your plans for me?” asked Joann.
“Sit on the bed and tell me what really happened at the station. Just so I know for future references.” whispered Casey with a trusty tone.
“I told you, I didn’t do anything. You must have killed the man.” said Joann, sitting on the bed.
“Okay, fine. Just remember I gave you a chance to help me come up with a solution to all of this.” said Casey as he turned to the sink to get a drink of water.
After about 10 minutes the police pulled up into the driveway. Walking to the door, Casey kept an eye on Joann. As he opened the door, the police cautiously entered and asked Casey what was happening.
“Well, it’s like I told you on the phone on the way out here. I found her alone in the station with two latex gloves in the bathroom sink. I thought it would take you a bit to get there since you were so far away. I also knew you were closer to my cabin so I brought her here. Did you have an officer check out the creaking board in the floor?” asked Casey.
“Yes, we did and we did find the body of a man under there that just freshly killed. The blood on the gloves matches the body. Now, Miss Joann, can you explain all this to me?” asked the officer.
“Casey helped me kill the man when he stopped to get gas. The man is my daddy, and he was living with a girl who would hit me all the time, and ignored her own children. They would spend all day in the same diaper and would get to go out to play without supervision. I got fed up and asked Casey for help. This was his solution.” explained Joann.
“You are both under arrest for suspicion of murder. Please turn around and put your hands behind your backs.” stated Officer Brown.
They both were finger printed and booked. After their trials, Casey and Joann were both found guilty and sentenced to 30 years in prison.
Mr. Carlson’s body was returned to his family for a proper burial.







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