Southern Justice, Part Two

I’m Fixin’ to present part two of Southern Justice:

Attorney B. Wendell Hormel and Jackie Payne’s sexual harassment scam went on for several years until Jackie’s reputation finally caught up with her and she couldn’t land a job in Atlanta with any company with the means to pay off lawsuits, so she left town and landed in Houston.

A few months later B. Wendell was there conducting a deposition. After Houston, she went to Phoenix, and then on to the west coast where she landed in Los Angeles, the land of law suits. That’s when she and B. Wendell lost contact because he just didn’t have the time to travel anymore.

Several years passed and as companies became smarter and educated their employees, it became more and more difficult for Jackie to work her scam. When she woke up on the morning she had turned 38 years old, she woke up with out a job, without a lawyer and with the knowledge that her youth was fleeting. So she made a new plan.

Jackie decided to return to Atlanta and find herself a rich older man to take care of her. But first she repackaged herself with plastic surgery from head to toe.

Three months later she was fully recovered, looked like she was 25 again, and was anxious to go home. There was only one problem. She was completely broke. However, that situation was not a unique experience for Jacke, and it was really no big deal to her since she had several other scams in her bag of tricks.

The one she selected was a favorite since it allowed her to work in bars. So that night she packaged up 10 of her products and hit a local hot spot at about 11 p.m. By 2 a.m. she had sold them all and returned home with $500 cash in her bag.

She hit another spot the next night, since she wanted to sharpen up her form before hitting the road and working her way back to Atlanta. Jackie liked to arrive just before midnight since by that time the suckers were beginning to get smashed.

As soon as she walked in the door and let her eyes become accustomed to the darkness, she spotted a guy with a double shot glass and two empty beer bottles in front of him, and slid onto the empty bar stool next to him just as he ordered another round.

After the bartender placed the fresh round in front of the man he immediately took a long swig of the icy liquid. Then he noticed Jackie, and liked what he saw.

Even though his speech was slightly slurred he said, “Well, well, well, hello pretty lady. May we get you a drink?”

Jackie swayed a little on her stool to give the impression she had already had too many drinks before she said, “Sure, I’ll have the same as you. I can have all I want to drink and still drive home without a worry.”

“Listen, sweetie, you get pulled over around here and the cops will be on you quicker than a fly on honey. They got a task force working this area.”

“They can pull me over but they won’t be able to charge me,” Jackie replied.

“And what makes you so special? Don’t think that just because you’re so pretty they would let you go. It’s just the opposite. Those guys are on a mission. They set up road blocks and if you’re drinking and driving they are gonna bust you!”

Jackie leaned over close to him and softly said, “Not if I can beat the breathalyzer, they won’t!”

“How in the heck you gonna do that!?”

“Haven’t you heard?” Jackie asked in an incredulous tone.

Another big swallow of liquor and he answered, “Heard what?”

Jackie put on a little act by looking around over each of her shoulders to make sure no one could overhear her. Then she leaned over real close to his ear and whispered, “There’s a new drug out that neutralizes the alcohol in your blood and it only takes about five minutes to take effect.”

The inebriated man looked at her incredulously and said, “Oh yeah, what’s it called?”

Once again Jackie assumed a secretive attitude and tone when she barely whispered, “I don’t know the technical or chemical name, but on the street it’s called Blow-Block.”

“Blow-Block!” the drunk almost shouted.

Jackie quickly calmed him with a look of terror in her eyes and a shushing sound from her mouth. “Please! Hold you voice down,” she whispered, “because I don’t think what we’re talking about is exactly legal!”

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