A sissy called Jezebel Part XLIII
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A sissy called Jezebel Part XLI - There is simply no rest for the weary,
poor Jezebel. (Oh my Goddess! Please forgive my previous Roman Numeral
gaffe, no more posting after Cocktails ((40 is XL not XXXX - such a
silly rabbit)).
Mother and I walk with the police captain towards the front gate. The
fire chief approaches mother and says that they are nearly finished, but
a fire truck is going to wait out front just in case, the fire
reignites, also a lot of the gas dripped into the storm drains and they
want to keep an eye on it. Mother thanks them sincerely. The police
captain says here it is. We look up and there are several rag doll
figures each hanging by their necks near the extinguished cross. Eight
figures. Two adults. Three slightly shorter, teen sized. Two little
ones, and one tiny figure. I exclaim, "Even the children? Those sick
twisted......." I trail off, as mother squeezes my hand, brusquely.
"Captain Brady, take all the pictures you need, perform any
investigations you need; but I want those bloody figures down and
hidden away in evidence boxes, BEFORE the press comes, the children must
never know." Mother turns to me.
"I understand mother, that kind of hatred....they don't need to see it."
A single tear drops from my eye. Mother nods grimly and brushes away my
tear, with a tiny smile.
"And to finish Jezebel's thoughts on the matter....."
Mother swears profusely and creatively for about two minutes.
".......And if one of those bloody Pioneers trespasseses on my property,
I swear to the Goddess, I will blow her fucking head off!"
The Captain goes off to talk to some detectives and returns. "They're
done. The fire department we'll take them down, now. The sweep of your
home is over, all clear. Your family is in the living room. We've seen
some pictures already on-line. This isn't your first encounter with the
Pioneers this weekend, we'll need to interview you and your spawn, and
Ismeralda since she was a guest. I don't think the rest of your family
saw anything Joannah."
"That's correct Estelle. In retrospect, in hindsight, I should have
called the police after the sissy napping, but be honest Estelle, not
much would have happened."
Estelle, the police Captain, simply nods.
Why am I even slightly surprised? Of course mother knows the police
Captain, they probably had a torrid romance or have been sworn blood
sisters since childhood. Mother simply knows everyone! And of course,
they switched to first names the second they got out of earshot of other
people.
"It goes without saying, Jezzie and I will fully cooperate, but it is
within Ms. Parker's rights to refuse to make a statement, if she so
chooses, but I am sure Ismeralda will cooperate, as well."
Officer Jones heads out of the front door and says, "Since the children
are back upstairs, we stowed all your firearms back in the gun cabinet,
and locked it. Here is the key Mrs. McCarthur." She hands the key to
mother. "Thank you officer. Seven year olds can end up anywhere in a
blink of an eye."
We enter the house and the paramedics are checking out Aunty Eden who is
sitting on a comfortable living room chair with a blood pressure gauge
cuff around her arm, and an ice pack on her head. She takes a
thermometer out of her mouth and says, "I'm fine. Between the home
alarm, the smoke and the excitement, my migraine came back with a
vengeance. I am sure this fantastic young lady is going to tell me that
my vitals are fine.."
The paramedic nods and says, "They are within the range."
"And she is probably going to tell me to get some bedrest."
The paramedic nods. "Which I will, but first....." Aunty Eden stands
up, walks over to the bar, pours herself a healthy shot of whisky, downs
it, and says "Good night, beloved family."
Mother smiles, and says "Goodnight Eden. Children, Irmagard, Abigail,
the fire's out, the police are going to leave a car out front. The
people who did this are long gone. We are completely safe. Jezzie and
I have to talk to the police a little longer, but you need to follow
Aunty Eden's example and hit the hay."
The twins look very sleepy, Abigail is 'lost' texting on her phone, and
Irmagard simply gets up, says "angenehme nachtruh" and curtsies.
Ismeralda kind of smirks in response. The twins are going to stay with
Hepzibah in mother's room, Abby departs for her bedroom, without really
looking up, and Irmagard disappears into my room.
I turn to my ersatz German interpreter, Ismeralda. "Irmagard said
goodnight in a very formal way, that could be interpreted as a kind of
sarcastic send off for perhaps saying you had a lovely evening, but with
a heavy eye roll."
Since mother is being interviewed first, I am told to brew coffee and
offer it to all the remaining first responders. Mother and Estelle
enter the parlor room just off the front entrance. I brew up the coffee
and prepare a serving tray. I find a jacket and my boots and head
outside with the coffee. There are still a number of police officers
and firewomyn present, although what are they actually doing? It kind
of looks like one of the road crews where one person is digging and the
rest of the crew is watching that one person dig. I am told that there
are still some reporters 'hanging out' but they have already taped their
stories. I doubt 'sissy serves coffee to first responders' is going to
be the lead story.
I find myself flirting a bit. I don't quite say 'coffee, tea, me?' but I
find myself giving a shy smile, yes a hair flip here and there, and
pouring the coffee just a little bit closer than usual. It's those dang
uniforms. Such a turn on for me. Besides if a sissy is breathing,
sie's probably flirting. The cops seem fairly immune. They are on
duty, and probably just see me as some bratty teenager. Also, let's
face it, a police badge or a fire helmet, it's basically a licence to
fuck, anyhow. At least that's what I hear. Goddess knows that at least
a few of them, the really 'hard boiled' officers with that arrogant
'cop' swagger, oh yeah! If they spread their legs just slightly and
pointed to the dirt, I'd be on my knees in a second, ready, willing,
able to give them oral pleasure and 'thank them' personally 'for their
service.'
At least one officer slaps my ass cheek as I walk away. "Nice pink gun
revolver gurly, gurl." I almost drop the coffee tray, which I think was
the real goal. I spin around after throwing the coffee carafe into the
air. I catch it easy. (Hey state wide competitive baton twirler, two
generations). "Fastest coffee service in the West," I say with a smile.
I get an applause. Was it Jones that gave me the slapping? Not sure.
I enter the house, Ismy is back to snoring away on a recliner. I knock
on the parlor door. I hear movement. The captain says "just a minute"
and then I hear from Mother, "Oh fuck it, just come in Jezebel, shut the
door behind you."
I walk in and see both of them topless, although the Captain is putting
her brazier back on. I try not to crack a smile. "Coffee? Captain
Brady."
Captain Brady looks at me, I just try to maintain a poker face.
"Two sugars, no cream."
"Yes, Mistress." I serve her coffee.
"Mother, coffee?"
She nods. I pour her a cup. She is glaring at me. She's trying to get
me to smile. So she can go on the attack.
Mother stands up and looks me in the face just inches away.
I stand at attention.
"Trying to fight a smug smile, my precious little spawn?"
"No mother." (Well, yeah! Of course I'm trying not to crack up, this
is freaking hilarious.)
"No comment, then? Some smart ass jest that every one of my friends and
acquaintances are an old ex flame?"
"Why no, mother," I say in the most 'matter of fact' manner I can
summon.
"Estelle and I were camp counselors from summer camps that were across
the lake from each other, and you know, I always was a really good
swimmer."
"Yes, mother. Avery good swimmer, the breast stroke was your favorite,"
I say as though we were discussing the weather.
Estelle snorts at that one.
"Oh go ahead, Jezzie! I know that you've already got some quip, in that
crazy little head of yours. I order that you share it with us."
Well orders are orders. "Mother first the entire Santa Clara Sheriff's
Department and now Estelle? I mean really!" I say with mock
indignation.
"Just be glad Estelle locked up my guns, you little so and so," mother
snarls at me, but I know she's play acting.
Estelle guffaws. "Reminds me of another smart ass I knew so well from
Camp Chippewa."
"Estelle and I decided that so long as she was going to have to
interview me, well it simply makes sense that we also make up for some
lost time."
"Yes very efficient indeed, Mother."
"Look smart ass, Estelle has her side arm."
"Duly noted, Mother."
Estelle is clearly trying not to completely crack up.
"Jezebel, sit on the couch and answer all of the good Captain's
questions, and Estelle, you are not covering up because my silly spawn
is here, let's leave the twins out, they are absolutely glorious."
Mother walks up to the 'good captain' and basically rips off her bra.
She cups them for a second.
"Goddess I missed you girls." She brushes Estelle's nipples. Mother's
right, they are awesome ta ta's.
"Estelle has decided that talking to the completely zonked out Ismerelda
isn't necessary under the circumstances. She didn't see anything, and
in the super ultra paranoid version of the universe that she is really a
Pioneer who has infiltrated our family, she's unlikely to confess to it.
Furthermore, she's leaving the country in a few days. Plus her mother
would absolutely kill her if she did anything to harm us. Let's get
this show on the road."
I answer the Captain's questions for about an hour. The aborted date,
the dance, the sissy-napping, and then tonight's events. Although
topless, the Captain keeps it very professional.
We get to the end. Mother looks at Estelle. Estelle looks at mother.
The 'look' is pretty clear. Mother turns to me and says "beat it
kiddo." I doubt most police investigations end this way, but ours did.
I kind of leave the room thinking 'mmmmoooooottttthhhhhheeeerrrrrr!'
Ismeralda is really shaking the rafters. I would love to cuddle with
her, but there's no room for me on the chair, and the snoring!.....I'm a
light sleeper.....and I need a few zzzzzzzz's before school. Ta Ta my
sweet Ismy.
I head to my room. Perhaps I can cuddle with Irmagard. I really don't
want to be alone tonight, not after seeing our family hung in effigy.
I knock, it is my room, but sie is a guest.
"Eintreten."
I enter.
"Mein Schatzie!" exclaims Irmagard warmly.
I see Irmagard sitting in my bed, wearing one of my favorite lilac
nighties, hugging Sir. Percy (my stuffed unicorn-Pegasus), and reading
my open diary, while eating chocolates. (First of all, she gets
chocolates! I don't think she is defying Auntie Eden. She's a follow
the rules kind of gurl. I'm pretty sure Eden permits this indulgence.)
"Uhm, how did you get into my diary?"
"Abigail told me how to pick the lock," she says very matter of factly.
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