I sat there, in the interrogation room. On charges of rape and resisting arrest. And, there was the investigator there.
"So, Mr. Kerr, did you have sex with Aubrey?"
Yes, most nights. "No, never, how could you even think such a thing."
"I know that you're lying, just tell me."
I began to sweat, nervous about the outcome.
"I didn't do anything with her."
"With who Mr. Kerr, be specific."
"With Aubrey, I didn't do anything."
"I have proof, Mr. Kerr. That you and her were together."
Oh god, he has to be bluffing. "No you don't. You don't have proof of anything, because it didn't happen."
"Then why did you run?"
"Because I had just remembered that my slow roast turkey was finished. I needed to rush home so that it wouldn't be ruined. Sadly, it is now."
The investigator had a look of confusion on his face.
"Why didn't you tell me then?"
"I did, you just probably didn't hear me."
"Oh, well I'll be back with the Crown's decision on whether you get to go or not."
At this, he left, and I waited. I began to entertain myself with the powers of eight when he entered the room with an angry look on his face.
"Ok, scum, your free to go. But if I catch you with one finger on another girl, I'm going to throw your ass in jail so hard you'll-"
I cut him off.
"Good bye, inspector."
I then stood up and walked out the door, a free man. Haha, suckers, I should see if Bree's OK.