Come Get Me
found, instead of a look of horror like he’d expected,
a smile. The thought was now really sinking in that something
wasn’t quite right about this whole situation. Whoever it was
behind him obviously found this extremely funny since the laughter
continued and actually got a little louder.
     
    Slowly turning around, half expecting to be
shot, he was surprised to see somebody dressed up as a police
officer bent over laughing so hard he was almost choking. The man
slowly started recovering, trying hard to repress new bouts of
laughter, and stood up. As he did Jim came face to face with the
last person he expected to see. Standing not three feet away with a
red, tear streaked face was his childhood friend Rob.
     
    "Oh, you should have seen your face!" Rob
said still trying to hold in the laughter that was bubbling out of
him.
     
    Jim wanted to be angry but he couldn’t do it.
He was too happy to see Rob for it to work. Instead he said the
only thing that came to mind. “Ha, ha real funny dickhead. Is this
the only reason you became a cop? So you could scare the shit out
of us little people?”
     
    “Hell no!” he replied before the words were
even done coming out of Jim’s mouth, “That’s only a fringe benefit.
I also get free food at some of the restaurants once in a while. Oh
yeah and some of the tourists come up with some interesting thing
to get out of tickets if you know what I mean. If you only knew
some of the things I’ve seen,” he finished with a wink and a wicked
grin. Jim just looked at him for a minute not quite sure how
serious he was. Seeing his look just made Rob smile all the wider.
He wiggled his eyebrows to make Jim wonder a little more but all
that did was make him laugh. Shaking his head Jim turned his
attention back to Jill who seemed to have found something that just
absolutely had to be done right now behind the counter. Instead of
seeing her beautiful face he got quite an eyeful of her butt. And a
nice one it was if someone were to ask him. She was bending over
looking at something on the floor underneath the shelves of candy.
Jim was about to say something when Rob loudly cleared his throat.
Sensing something wasn’t quite right and not hearing any talking
Jill quickly spun around and caught Jim staring at the area where
her previously exposed backside had been. Having no other choice
but to admit he’d been caught Jim just smiled at her with red
cheeks.
     
    “Like what you see?” she asked slyly.
     
    “You could say that,” he fired right back
taking up the silent challenge.
     
    That seemed to catch her off guard. He was
getting good at saying things that threw her off. It was her turn
to have red cheeks. Something else important must’ve needed her
attention since she quickly ducked back down behind the counter.
Sounds of things being moved around could be heard from the general
area.
     
    “So I guess you came back cause of Tommy,
huh?” Rob said snagging Jim’s attention once Jill wasn’t in sight
to distract him.
     
    “Yeah, that’s about the size of it,” Jim
sighed, “but, ya know, there’s a few other things I’m starting to
find interesting around here. The scenery wasn’t as nice around
here when I left. I was planning on leaving right after Tommy was
buried but I might end up sticking around a little longer just for
the view.” He knew he was acting like a high school kid but he
still hoped Jill was listening. He was pretty sure she was. It felt
a little awkward flirting with somebody when he was supposed to be
mourning but he didn’t think Tommy would mind. Hell, he would
probably have been encouraging him if he were there. Jim was pretty
sure Jill was at least a little interested but he wasn’t as
positive as he usually liked to be before asking someone out so he
figured dropping a few hints every now and then couldn’t hurt
anything. Jill stood up and gave him a queer look before her cheeks
started turning red again. She quickly turned and began

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