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We walked to the Jeep, hand in hand, and I opened the door for my queen. Out of the corner of my eye I kept watch on Rose to make sure she didn't try anything. She hung up the phone, but stood there staring at us as we left.
I decided not to park the Jeep on the street, in case Rose wanted to cause mischief. So, instead of taking my street off Brownsville, I turned into the alley instead, opting to drive the seven blocks back to my parking spot and avoid the stop signs on the street itself. About halfway down the alley, a cop car swung in behind us, following us down the alley. I'd noticed a lot of them patrolling this neighborhood lately, so I paid it no mind. I pulled into my parking space as the cop continued down the alley.
"Mmmm, baby. I can't wait to eat. You. Alive," Shavonda whispered sexily. She leaned over for a kiss. Our tongues entwined. Neither of us wanted to come up for air. My hand was on her leg and I slid it up her inner thigh. Something was telling me to stop, and get out of the car and into the house, but I couldn't resist my queen's passionate embrace.
A knock on the window startled us. We turned to see the cop, light out, knocking on Shavonda's window. She rolled it down.
Id's, license and registration, please," said the cop. He wore a smirk that said 'gotcha.'
Shavonda reached in her purse and gave him her driver's license, while I gave him mine. I reached over Shavonda into the glove box for the registration and insurance information for the Jeep, and handed it to him. This sucked, being pulled over by a cop, in my own driveway. He walked back to his car to run our info. Evidently, he'd circled the spot when he saw us pull in my parking spot.
After a few minutes, he returned to the Jeep and handed us back our id's. "Out of the car, ma'am." He ordered Shavonda. When she complied, he patted her down, and placed her in handcuffs.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing," I protested.
"You really should find somewhere else to pick up a whore," he said. "People in this neighborhood call us all the time." Turning to Shavonda, he said, "Your luck just ran out. We've been looking for you for a month."
"I ain't no whore," Shavonda said through gritted teeth.
"That's my fiancé," I protested loudly. "Our engagement cake is on the backseat."
"Yeah, well somebody just called in a vehicle with YOUR license plate, picking up a woman meeting HER description, right down to her clothing, in this here alley. I followed you and watched you pull into a dark, secluded parking spot. When I knock on the window, your hand is up her dress," he said coldly. "She's coming with me. You're lucky I don't haul your ass in with her."
"This is MY house," I gritted. He walked Shavonda back to the patrol car and pushed her into the back seat. I could see her sobbing. My heart was breaking. He sat in the front seat typing on his computer.
I got out of the car and approached him. "Sir, get back in your vehicle," he ordered.
"Jason, do as he says," Shavonda pleaded tearily. She looked up to me and motioned her head toward the car. "No sense in both of us going to jail. I'll be okay, I promise." I could see the fear in her eyes. "Call Ziggy and tell him what happened."
Fuming, I walked back to the Jeep and sat down in the front seat. In a minute, the cop walked over and handed me a ticket for running 3 stop signs in the alley. This was bullshit. There were no stop signs in the alley. "Since there was no penetration, I can't arrest you. You're getting off lucky." He looked at me coldly. "You got something to say?" he asked.
"Hell yeah, I got something to say," I snapped. "Did you notice the address on my driver's license? That's this house. You're on private property. Get the hell off my land!" I thought he was going to arrest me, but he shrugged and walked back to the patrol car. He drove off, with Shavonda crying in the back seat.
I felt so helpless. He'd taken my queen. He'd purposely ruined the happiest night of our lives, with trumped up charges against Shavonda. There was going to be hell to pay. He'd taken my queen, the one whose father I'd promised to protect. NOBODY takes my queen.
To be continued.....
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 7 years agoI wouldn't be surprised if Rose knew that ignorant cop. Talking about he was looking for Shavonda for a month. If that was her area to turn tricks he would've already found her.
Does Rose need to be evaluated by a doctor to find out if she has any mental issues? Her behavior keeps getting worse.
bwwm4meover 7 years agoAuthor@jetpacksam.
In Pittsburgh, the alleys have different street names than the adjacent street. Jason's house address would be different from the alley where he parks the car, thus the police officer wouldn't necessarily have correlated the address on the license with the location in the alley. This becomes even more likely here because of the general lack of a coherent street grid due to topography. This place is very hilly, and the streets are so complicated here even the gps can get lost.
@msshyvixen.
As you said karma is a bitch, and it can come back to bite you in some unexpected ways.
@tw0cr0ws.
In Pittsburgh, the 9-1-1 call center would have a record of the number from which the call was placed. If it is a cell phone they would probably have location data as well. If ti was a public phone, such as at a bus stop or gas station, there would probably be a video camera around.
In the real incident that inspired this, my lady was detained and later released without being charged. There wasn't any evidence to charge her, but they did piss her off. And I was able to beat the tickets by showing up in court with photos of the intersections in question, clearly showing there were no stop signs to run.
Tw0Cr0wsover 7 years agoWhen he goes to court for the ticket with pictures of the alley showing no stop signs the harassment becomes public record.
When they go to court for the 'prostitution' charge with pictures from the engagement party showing her in the same dress it becomes public record of false arrest and harassment.
Do the cops have a record of who called them?
MsShyVixenover 7 years agoRose has some nerve. Karma usually comes back to bite you when you do wrong to others. Hopefully it will be biting a big chunk of Rose. HARD! She may have to tame down her anti black activities lest she piss off one in prison.
False police reporting is a misdemeanor by itself. That on top her other charges does not favor well for her. Jail won't be an option. Prison time seems more likely.
jetpacksamover 7 years agoWhile I can see how a cop might ignore things, this one was a bit of a stretch. The license and address of the house matching, The cake on the back seat. I realize certain things are needed to move the story forward, however this, imo, was not needed. They should have had an unblemished moment.
