“This is Dixie Doolittle. We got a call. A customer says her diamond ring got stolen while she was here, also says this girl was lurking nearby.” Maggie was bisexual and enjoyed tormenting vulnerable staff.

“I was mopping the floor,” she interjected in protest.

“Anyway, I had her empty her pockets; wallet, phone and keys are locked in the drawer. Figured she could have hidden it in her bra or panties, so did a strip search, put her clothes into a trash bag, locked it in the storage closet.”

“All right, and now she has just this dirty apron draped over her.”

“You need to learn respect, Miss Jensen.” He punched her in the stomach, she bent over in agony. Her ankles had been tethered with a leather strap, just enough leeway to walk and work the fields, not enough to run away. An RFID chip had been injected into her arm for tracking purposes in case of escape. - - -


The year before, the sheriff's Cousin Hector had attended a county meeting drunk and proposed an outrageous new ordinance. Any Good-Looking-Mom passing through Briggs County must do so nude. Violation of said ordinance will subject her to thirty days at the County Farm. There had been barely enough locals in attendance for a voting quorum, but they thought it humorous and a fun idea. Most of them had been drinking, too, and they voted it in as law, naming it the GLM Ordinance.


“Two years of marriage, things in the bedroom got stale. She can't cook, doesn't do windows, doesn't have a job.”

“Darlene's one fine-looking woman, Dan.”

“I know, that's what got me into this mess.”

“We could just move her out to the farm. She's not kin, other than by marriage.”

“What are you sayin'?”

“Your wife disappears, tell everyone she left, you get to spend time with Daisy, we get another farm hand.”

“Ya know that might just work, no divorce, no settlement, no alimony, no more hiding Daisy.”

“Ya gotta admit, Dan, sure beats losing half of everything in a divorce. Maybe we should start a service will pay ten grand for your ol' lady, subject to her being hot. Then we could resell her to these guys for fifty, after we have some fun of our own of course.” They fist-bumped and proceeded to do it.
- - -

“You said Darlene spent a few nights with the sheriff. Were they having an affair?”

“Oh no, nothing like that. He took her down to her stall in the barn, too. They moved out Bessie so there would be room.”

“Bessie?”

“Yes, sir, the cow.”

“So you're saying they kept my niece in a cow stall?!”

“Yes, sir, naked like the rest of us. They had me clean out the poop first.”

“Oh my gawd, unbelievable.”

- - -

“A little plastic bag with white powder. Cocaine? Instead of Community Service, it looks like prison for you. Now we'll have to do strip searches of all the girls.”

“Oh my God. You're the one who belongs in prison, Sheriff! Leave those girls alone!”