Date: Sat, 17 Mar 2018 15:46:09 +0100 From: Drusilla Andrews Subject: End of the Street 2 End of the Street. Chapter 2. By. Drusilla drusilla@gmx.com ******Please help Nifty Stories by donating to keep this site alive****** It was three fifteen in the morning, the silence of the bedroom was broken by the loud ring of the phone. Amanda reached across the bed, fumbling for the phone. "Hello? Hello? Who is it?" "Hey! pretty woman." "BRANDY? Is that you? Where are you? Please tell me you're alright?" "Hey! Slow down. I'm in jail. I got one phone call. I don't know nobody else." "Where? I'll come right down." "County jail. On Montgomery street....I don't spect'ya to come. I just wanted to hear ya voice again." "I'll be there as soon as I get dressed." Amanda slammed the phone down, quickly slipped her clothes, grabbed her purse and car keys. Amanda had never been inside a police station before. She had never seen people like these. There were many women wearing too much makeup and not enough clothes. Their breasts were pushed up and out and nothing matched. Not even their shoes. Tall high heel shoes and frizzy hair. The men were cuffed to steel benches along the wall. Some of them had cuffs on their hands and feet. One man was not wearing a shirt. His upper body completely covered with tattoos. "Can I help you?" Amanda quickly turned. A tall man wearing an out of date sport coat was standing next to her. "I, I'm here to get someone out of jail." "Did you see anyone out here you like?" "I fail to see any humor in that!" He chuckled and took her by the arm. "Follow me. My office is over here." Amanda sat down in the big wooden chair with a firm grip in her purse. "I'm lieutenant Frank Storm. You are?" "Amanda Foster. I'm here to arrange release for Brandy." "Brandy who?" "I'm sorry. I don't know her last name. She is a young girl, shaved hair on one side ....." The lieutenant laughed. "Brandy Holster." "It's not very polite to let me go on when you knew who I meant." "She described you pretty good." Frank got up with his coffee cup in hand. "Like some coffee?" "No thank you. When can I see Brandy?" "After we get a few questions outta the way." He sat back down. "See, I'm familiar with Brandy and her past. Use to run her mother in for drugs more times that I like to think. I also escorted Brandy into a few foster homes." Amanda interrupted. "What is your point?" "Where do you fit into the picture? I never seen you before. Never heard of you before. Brandy don't know anybody at any university. Especially someone as well educated as you. So, you see. You're the odd piece in the puzzle. Where do you fit in with the Holsters?" "I find that to be a very rude statement." Frank took a swig of coffee and sat his cup down. "I may have joined the police force at night, but it wasn't last night!" He looked at his watch. "I got four more hours on my shift. We can sit here...Or, you can tell me." Amanda took a deep breath and sat up straight in the chair. "I'll tell you the truth, Mr. Storm. I'm not a liar. I never was any good at it." He smiled at her, nodding his head. "BUT! I will not agree to have it tape recorded! I will not put anything in writing! I will not incriminate myself or Brandy! Is that clear?" "There's no recorder in here." Frank leaned back in his chair and folded his hands. "I was abducted in the university parking garage one Friday evening by Brandy. She asked me to take her to my house." Frank raised his hand. "Did she asked politely? May I get in the car and go with you? Pretty please or something like that?" Amanda narrowed her eyes at him. "If you're being facetious, lieutenant? It does not befit you as a police officer." He chuckled. "Did she have a gun when she car jacked you?" "Yes, but it was not loaded." "And you knew that all the time?" Amanda took another deep breath. "No. She told me later when we were at home. She also told me about her escape from the jail. She did not harm me in any way. I told her running away was not the answer. She was frightened, hurt and alone. She saw a police car driving by my house. She got frightened and ran away. I never heard from her again until she called me tonight. I will not put any of that in writing. I would like to do whatever is necessary to get her released." Frank stood up from his desk. "It's called posting bail. Follow me. I'll take you to see Brandy." Amanda sat down on the stainless steel stool, looking through the thick glass. Brandy sat on the other side with the phone receiver in her hand. Amanda picked up the receiver and wiped it off with a tissue. "Hey, pretty lady. I really missed ya. Thought about ya every day." "I thought about you too. I prayed you were safe and not hurt. I'm going to get you released from here. The lieutenant said I could post bail." "Ya don't need to do that, Amanda. I'm fine in here." "NO! I'm not leaving here without you! You're coming home with me! Final! After I know you're safe. We'll deal with everything else later." Brandy wiped tears from her eyes. "God, I love ya so much." Amanda placed her hand on the window. "I'm going to post that bail now. You get ready. Oh! I wanted to tell you something. I found out what feedbag means." "Ya did?" "Its disgusting and filthy!" Amanda and Brandy walked into the kitchen. Brandy went straight to the refrigerator. "God! I missed ya and this place." She took a big drink from the milk carton. Amanda shook her head. "I wish you wouldn't drink from the carton!" "OK, OK! I'll get a glass." She poured the milk into the glass. "I don't wanna do anything to make ya mad at me. I mean that! I'll try to be as good as you are." Amanda laughed out loud. "I don't expect that to ever happen, sweetheart." Brandy walked up to her, and gave her a very hot kiss. "I just wanna take a bath. Lay in a tub of hot water. I'm so tired of fighting people in the shower." Amanda returned her kiss. "Go take a hot bath. I'll fix some supper for us. I'm going to make a garlic butter shrimp pasta." Brandy shook her head. "Never heard of it. But, I'll eat anything ya make!" Brandy finished her meal before Amanda. She placed her elbows on the table, supporting her head in her hands. She starred silently at Amanda. Amanda stared back into Brandy's big blue eyes. "What are you looking at?" "I was thinking about what ya said. last time I was here." "What was that?" "Ya said don't leave. I wanna make love to ya." Amanda quickly looked away. "I know ya didn't mean it. Ya just said that so I wouldn't go. BUT! I thought about it every night. Having ya next to me. You kept me go'in." Amanda stood up and took Brandy's hand. "I'll clean the kitchen in the morning. Now, I want us to go to bed." Screams of passion echoed through out the dark room. Desire filled Amanda and Brandy. They entangled themselves together like two clinging vines. In that final moment, they came crashing down like one mighty ocean wave. "Amanda! It was the best thing I ever had in my life!" "You tried to kill me again." Brandy rolled over laughing. "Can I stay in ya bed forever?" "Yes, I want you to, sweetheart. Really I do. But, you have to go to court in two weeks." "I know! I gotta go in front of the hang'in judge." Amanda swatted her on the arm. "Will you stop with that crap!" "If I'm lucky. She'll give me ninety nine to life." "You said you didn't want to make me mad. You're getting very close." Brandy laughed. "Ok, Ok, Ok." Amanda got up. "We have to change these sheets. They're all wet! I'll wash in the morning." "How about work?" "I'll call in sick." "Don't they ever wonder how many times ya can be sick?" Amanda threw a pillow at her. "You and that police lieutenant are both smart asses!" Amanda tossed the sheet over. "Here! Help me make the bed so we can get some sleep." Amanda turned out the lights, Brandy put her arm on her. "I just wanna make ya happy." "You do. More than you know. But, you also drive me crazy!" Amanda was hurrying around the kitchen, cleaning from the night before and attempting breakfast at the same time. Brandy sat down, Amanda slid a cup of coffee under her nose. "I love the way ya boobs swing when ya run around like that." "My God, girl! Don't you ever think of anything but SEX?" "Not with a beautiful naked woman standing in front of me." Amanda sighed and shook her head. "Well, you'll just have to control yourself! Deal with it!" "I do. I say to myself. I'm gonna love ya a little bit more. And, then I do." Amanda chuckled, shaking her head just as the phone rang." "Hello? Mother! It's nice to hear from you. WHAT? Mother, listen! No! This is not a good time. Well, because I have company. NO! Not a man. MOTHER! Mother? Hello?" Amanda slammed the phone down. "My mother is coming over here! My God. What am I going to do?" Brandy sat her coffee cup down. "Ya mean, whatta ya gonna do about me! Mama hasn't met me yet." "Don't you start, Brandy. I'm really stressed out right now." Brandy grabbed her arm. "Sit down, Amanda. Look, I'll just go away for awhile. Then come back later after mama is gone." Amanda shook her head. "No! You're not going anywhere. You're staying right here with me." "Does mama don't know about us?" "STOP! You're stressing me out even more! Quit calling her mama!" "Should I call her grandma?" "NO! Don't say that! This is going to be such a horrible, horrible day!" Brandy took Amanda by the shoulders and held her. "I wanna help ya! But, I don't know how." "I've got to get my robe on. I can't be naked when my mother gets here." "How far does she live from here?" "About three miles." Brandy looked out the window. "That explains the car pulling in the driveway." Amanda opened the door. "Mother. How nice to see you. I wish you would have made it tomorrow. When I had more time to clean the house." Amanda's mother looked over at Brandy. "My God! Who's this ragamuffin?" Mrs. Elizabeth Foster was a very elegant lady, a very rich and a sophisticated lady. Someone you only seen in high society. Her taste in clothes was impeccable, Two piece suit, matching leather handbag and leather shoes. Silk blouse, gold necklace and gold earrings. Her blonde hair was done in a pixie cut that made her look very attractive. Amanda was about to say something, but Brandy beat her to it. "I go to university. Miss. Foster is my tutor. I need help in a few subjects." "I hope fashion is one of them?" "MOTHER! You're being very rude!" "Yes, I'm sorry, young lady. I'm in touch on how students dress today." "Mother. This is Brandy, my student. Brandy. This is my mother, Elizabeth." Brandy smiled at Elizabeth. "Maybe I should go and let ya two have some time together." Amanda jerked her head around. "No, you won't! You stay and read this book." Amanda pulled a book from her book case and handed it to Brandy. Elizabeth glanced at the book. "Biochemistry? Really?" "Yeah, I wanna know what all those bio's are up to." Elizabeth raised her eyebrows as she looked at Brandy. Amanda quickly grabbed her arm. "Come to the kitchen, mother. I have fresh coffee and a danish if you like." "Just coffee, my dear. This place is so small. Why don't you move in with me. I have twelve rooms and six baths. There is more that enough room for you." "Mother! We don't need to go there again. I like it here on my own." "Do you think its appropriate to wear a robe with your young student around?" "Yes! Because I have to go take a bath. I will dress when I have finished." Amanda stacked more dished in the dishwasher. "I will be right back. Please, mother! Do not bother her while I'm gone." "Biochemistry? Are you sure?" "Please, mother! Just sit here until I get back." Amanda ran down the hall to the bedroom and into the shower. Elizabeth turned around, Brandy was standing in the doorway. "Finished your biochemistry book already?" "I came to tell ya what ya need to know. Because Amanda ain't never going to tell ya. Because she scared of ya." "I think you need private instructor in English also?" Brandy laughed. "Ya quick. That's funny." Brandy sat down at the table. "I don't know no fancy way to tell ya. So I'll just say it. Amanda is a very beautiful and smart woman. She helped me when everyone else threw me away. I love her. I mean we love each other. Like, sleeping together. She can't ever tell ya that. Ya make her all upset. I don't wanna see her like that. So, I had to tell ya." Elizabeth remained silent, starring at her coffee cup. "I see. That explains a lot. I thought maybe she found a man. She's Happier now than she has been in years. She didn't have much luck with men. Her husband was a useless looser! If she is happy with a...how old are you?" "I'm eighteen, ma'am." "My, God! Really?" "Yeah, really." "Well, if you make her happy. I have no objection." "That's why I love older women. They go with it! They're cool." "I've been old for a long time. I was never referred to as cool!" "So, are ya cool with Amanda? Or, are ya gonna throw her out?" "I do not throw people out, young lady! Especially my daughter!" Amanda came down the hall, completely dressed in a pants suit. "Mother? Brandy? What are you two doing?" Elizabeth spoke up in her steadfast tone. "We are talking about you, Amanda." Brandy looked up at her. "I told her about us. I didn't want ya to be so upset anymore." Amanda's eyes almost popped out of her head. "HOW COULD YOU?" Elizabeth slammed her cup down. "AMANDA! Sit down and SHUT UP!" It was quite evident who controlled the room and the conversation. "I don't know what you think about me, Amanda. I live in a house! Not under a rock! I know men have affairs with men. I know women have affairs with women! I know they even marry one another! I'm not a prude! I think you should have told me instead of this...this ragamuffin." Brandy interrupted. "She didn't know I was gonna do it, ma'am. I said she's scared of ya. I figured if ya was gonna hate somebody. Better me than Amanda." "Oh, mother. I'm so, so sorry. I never want to hurt you. I was afraid of what you might think of me." "For what its worth, Amanda. I prefer this young girl over that worthless man you married. I do believe she really loves you! Your husband never did!" Brandy had a big smile on her face. "Now,that's why older women are so HOT!" Both Amanda and Elizabeth gave Brandy a dirty look. "Ok. I'll shut up now." Elizabeth took a deep breath. "My offer still stands. Even with the ragamuffin." Brandy was laughing. "Ya guys got me on that one! I been called a lotta things, but never ragamuffin." Amanda ignored her. "Brandy has some legal things to sort out right now. We have to deal with those first. Then we might see." Elizabeth raised her brow. "I have two words for you, Amanda. Bartholomew and Whentmore." Brandy leaned over to Amanda. "Are those parole and probation guys?" "No! They are attorneys at law." "I'll set the appointment. Do not be LATE!" "Mother, I am capable..." Brandy cut her off. "I think we should listen to your mom. I think she knows a lot." Brandy leaned over to Elizabeth. "What should I call ya? Granny or grandma?" Elizabeth quickly pulled back in the chair. "MA'AM! Will be appropriate for you!" "Yes, ma'am." Elizabeth stood up, adjusted her clothes. "I will let you two get on with whatever you have to do." Amanda sat down at the table, holding her head in her hands. "God, I don't believe you said that to my mother." "Ya never was gonna tell her! So I did it for ya!" "Not that! Actually, I was very surprised by her reaction. I expected shouting and screaming. Then she would disinherit me." "So what ya mad about?" "Granny or grandma? You really asked her that? REALLY?" "I like ya mom! She's cool!" Amanda chuckled. "Mother must have liked you too." "Yeah? How ya know?" "Because she is making an appointment with Bartholomew and Whentmore!" That next Sunday, Amanda received a call from lieutenant Strong. He wanted to see her in his office. "Anything to drink?" "No, thank you. I don't wish to stay here any longer than necessary. What is it you wanted from me?" Frank leaned way back in his chair. "You have a very, very big law firm. High dollar! Big bucks!" "Is that all you wanted to tell me?" "NO. Your attorneys have made arrangements with the district attorney. That's what you get for BIG BUCKS!" "Lieutenant, I only want what's best for Brandy. I'm not interested in what kind of bucks are involved." Frank leaned forward over his desk. "You love her. Don't you?" Amanda stared at him, eyes wide open. "THAT, SIR! Is no concern of yours. Now if we're through..." "Only one thing. Brandy will have to report her probation officer once every week. For a period of six months. Including drug testing. Pretty nice deal, if you ask me." "Do you think it's possible I might leave now without being molested in your lobby?" "Oh, sure. I'll have the desk Sargent get your luggage." Amanda stood up and flipped her purse over her shoulder." "You, sir. Are an abominable ass!" Frank broke out laughing at her. "I can walk you out safely. I carry a big gun." Brandy plopped down in the chair, shaking her head. "WOW! Really? six months probation? Those two guys are great! How much did they cost?" Amanda grabbed Brandy's chin. "Look at me! Don't ever ask mother that question! Never ask her how much something costs! There are only a few things I never want you to do. Asking mother how much something costs, is one of them." "Ok, ok, ok! I won't. But, I do wanna thank her. I can't believe it." "That obnoxious lieutenant, doesn't think you're much of a threat." "Lieutenant Strong?" "Yes!" "He's ok. He's cool. He never rides hard on ya. I've been put in foster care a few times by him. He's the one came to the home and told me my mom died from an overdose." Amanda ran her fingers through Brandy's hair. "It's late. I don't have time to make dinner for us. I also don't feel like it either. We'll go out for dinner. Where would you like to go.?" Brandy's eyes lit up. "THE BIG BURGER BARN!" Continue...