I took two tylenol and jugged back some tepid tap water. I had to go to work.I wanted to go to work.  I needed to do something more productive then opening the fridge over and over and channel surfing. I refused to dwell. I was not going to waste my sick days on Mr. Right now.

I pinned back my piecey brownd ( or was it brond?) hair. Half blond half brown. My sister told me I looked trendy with this new cut. Trendy like that mattered. I put on eye liner for her. She always said " Just because you work the graveyard shift doesn't mean you have to look it"  But I wasn't wearing lip gloss teenage girls wear lip gloss not police officers.

I got in my car. I titled my rearview mirror. Good no one could tell I was wearing make-up. I fixed the rear view and put on my seat belt. I checked my blind spot and started for the police station. I jumped something was ringing...it as just my cell phone. I stopped and pulled over. Driving and talking on cell phones was illegal now. I took my phone out of the cup holder. I looked at the caller id it was my sister Nina.

" What?" I barked

" Omg it's horrible!" Nina said breathlessly

" Are you hurt?" I asked

" No" Nina said insulted

I ran my fingers through my hair. And did some deep breathing...If this was another bad lunch story, I was going to freak. For some reason Nina assumed I could arrest people who didn't get her sandwich order right. Unfortunately she wasn't the only one.

" What's the problem Nina?"

" It's horrible, Brooke! Some one vandalized the salon. I drove by it to show my new bf and there it was..."

" What was there?" I asked. I was on the edge of my seat now.

" A  Penis" She moaned

" Graffiti?" I asked

" Pornography!" She spat out.

" I'll check it out on my lunch break" I promised

" Put out an APB I don,t want this criminal out on the street"

I rolled my eyes but all I said was " I'll look into it"

I was not going to enjoy telling Phil that we were going to have to check out a prick literally, And if there was a god we would not have to interview my high strung fashionista sister. I would lose total credibility as she whined and messed with my hair.

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Heylo About Brooke Wyatt, 30, unmarried. Slightly cynical, very straightforward, not much of a romantic but still sensitive. I want her to possess qualities that we usually don't see in the media about women. She's tougher than the usual and doesn't dwell on past relationships. I'd soon like to introduce a co-worker, male, who's not your average guy either. Sensitive, soft, caring, likes to cook etc. The two become friends, and eventually fall in love (big whoop) but slowly, and not that seriously. Not like Titanic passion and "if you jump, I jump," just enough so that they're able to teach each other a few things. Pass on some virtuous qualities to each other and grow as two individual people - not "we are one". Hope that's clear enough for ya =P Thank youzzz

updated Dec 10 '08 by jdxx