rest?
Cyndi: Right now? It’s in an oatmeal container in the back of the pantry. Jason hates oatmeal! LMAO.
Diana: LMAO I might have to steal that idea. Donnie has no idea that all those calls coming in on Saturday night aren’t actually from shopping network customers. Wouldn’t it be interesting if Detective Massey discovered what his wife really did while he was working the night shift?
Jessy: Maybe he’ll think it’s hot that his wife moonlights as a phone sex operator? LOL.
Diana: I totally doubt that! LOL. Hard to give up though, been doing it since Jackson was a baby. I think I am as addicted to it as much as those creepers who call in every night!
Jessy: Eeewww! LOL
Angela: So what y’all are saying is that your husbands work their asses off worrying about money and they have no idea you two sexy things are raking in the dough?
Cyndi: Trust me when I say Jason doesn’t give a damn about money. All he worries about are perps…and potential perps…and people who don’t even know they might qualify as potential perps…
Jessy: Your boy needs to get over himself, Cyn…not everyone is out to get him.
Cyndi: Try telling that to him! LOL. I’ve been unsuccessful at getting through to him for too many years.
Diana: Donnie doesn’t care about money either. As long as he has clean socks and underwear and his next meal is always waiting he could care less about what comes in or goes out.
Angela: Yeah, my Jake is the same way. As far as he is concerned there is a money tree growing in the basement…oh wait…we live in the south, we don’t have a basement.
Jessy: LOL. Sam thinks we have a tree too, I swear!
Angela: Not to change the subject or anything, but a weird call came in to dispatch tonight when I was on shift.
Diana: Weird how?
Angela: Some heavy breathing dude called in from one of those dump phones, you know the pay-as-you-go cell phones? Yeah, he called in, said, “The girl is dead,” and hung up.
Cyndi: That was all he said?
Angela: Yup. He didn’t say anything else, just hung up. I couldn’t even dispatch a unit to check it out, we had no idea where he was calling from. The number came up as “cell phone.”
Diana: Hmmm…maybe a drunk playing games?
Angela: He sounded pretty sober and lucid to me, but who knows? He could have been an escaped mental patient or something. I passed the information on to Jake. He was on duty tonight so he and his partner did a little digging but nothing turned up.
Jessy: Because there are so many escaped mental patients wandering around the streets of Virginia Beach…you are more likely to run into a fox! LOL
Cyndi: OMG! Jason and I were talking about the foxes tonight too! He thinks I give too much credit to that stupid article.
Diana: The beach has foxes all right, but they are more the two-legged variety waiting to pounce on all the pretty bikini-clad sheep!
Cyndi let out a big yawn. Harper would be awake in another three hours.
Cyndi: I am gonna call it a night, ladies. Little one will be up with the sun.
Diana: Yeah, I’m pretty beat too. Night, all!
The other ladies bid farewell and Cyndi shut her computer down. In no time at all, the sun was shining, and little Harper was standing by her bed. The nightstand clock read 6:30, much too early to get up.
“I’m hungry, Mommy.”
“Of course you are, my little sweet pea,” Cyndi muttered. “How about you cuddle Mommy for a minute or two first?”
“Okay!” Harper wasted no time climbing in between her and Jason. Her husband never even stirred, and it wasn’t long before she and Harper both drifted back to sleep.
Chapter Two
Sunday evening they were walking along the boardwalk at Atlantic Avenue, enjoying the off season climate of the resort area, when out of nowhere, Jason brought up her job again. “I think we should get someone to
Cyndi: Right now? It’s in an oatmeal container in the back of the pantry. Jason hates oatmeal! LMAO.
Diana: LMAO I might have to steal that idea. Donnie has no idea that all those calls coming in on Saturday night aren’t actually from shopping network customers. Wouldn’t it be interesting if Detective Massey discovered what his wife really did while he was working the night shift?
Jessy: Maybe he’ll think it’s hot that his wife moonlights as a phone sex operator? LOL.
Diana: I totally doubt that! LOL. Hard to give up though, been doing it since Jackson was a baby. I think I am as addicted to it as much as those creepers who call in every night!
Jessy: Eeewww! LOL
Angela: So what y’all are saying is that your husbands work their asses off worrying about money and they have no idea you two sexy things are raking in the dough?
Cyndi: Trust me when I say Jason doesn’t give a damn about money. All he worries about are perps…and potential perps…and people who don’t even know they might qualify as potential perps…
Jessy: Your boy needs to get over himself, Cyn…not everyone is out to get him.
Cyndi: Try telling that to him! LOL. I’ve been unsuccessful at getting through to him for too many years.
Diana: Donnie doesn’t care about money either. As long as he has clean socks and underwear and his next meal is always waiting he could care less about what comes in or goes out.
Angela: Yeah, my Jake is the same way. As far as he is concerned there is a money tree growing in the basement…oh wait…we live in the south, we don’t have a basement.
Jessy: LOL. Sam thinks we have a tree too, I swear!
Angela: Not to change the subject or anything, but a weird call came in to dispatch tonight when I was on shift.
Diana: Weird how?
Angela: Some heavy breathing dude called in from one of those dump phones, you know the pay-as-you-go cell phones? Yeah, he called in, said, “The girl is dead,” and hung up.
Cyndi: That was all he said?
Angela: Yup. He didn’t say anything else, just hung up. I couldn’t even dispatch a unit to check it out, we had no idea where he was calling from. The number came up as “cell phone.”
Diana: Hmmm…maybe a drunk playing games?
Angela: He sounded pretty sober and lucid to me, but who knows? He could have been an escaped mental patient or something. I passed the information on to Jake. He was on duty tonight so he and his partner did a little digging but nothing turned up.
Jessy: Because there are so many escaped mental patients wandering around the streets of Virginia Beach…you are more likely to run into a fox! LOL
Cyndi: OMG! Jason and I were talking about the foxes tonight too! He thinks I give too much credit to that stupid article.
Diana: The beach has foxes all right, but they are more the two-legged variety waiting to pounce on all the pretty bikini-clad sheep!
Cyndi let out a big yawn. Harper would be awake in another three hours.
Cyndi: I am gonna call it a night, ladies. Little one will be up with the sun.
Diana: Yeah, I’m pretty beat too. Night, all!
The other ladies bid farewell and Cyndi shut her computer down. In no time at all, the sun was shining, and little Harper was standing by her bed. The nightstand clock read 6:30, much too early to get up.
“I’m hungry, Mommy.”
“Of course you are, my little sweet pea,” Cyndi muttered. “How about you cuddle Mommy for a minute or two first?”
“Okay!” Harper wasted no time climbing in between her and Jason. Her husband never even stirred, and it wasn’t long before she and Harper both drifted back to sleep.
Chapter Two
Sunday evening they were walking along the boardwalk at Atlantic Avenue, enjoying the off season climate of the resort area, when out of nowhere, Jason brought up her job again. “I think we should get someone to
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