Raping caseworker-by request
My name is Joe, Joe Mikels. My brother and I work for a non-profit organization named Lost Angels. It’s a state funded program designed to get kids out of abusive households. We have halfway houses set up all over town, and even have some rooms on stand by at the local Super 8 motel. We just happened to be at a very busy time in our schedule. Almost all of our half-way group homes were filled , and nearly all the motel rooms, as well. I get a call about 11:45 one night. It had been a very hectic night. My brother asks if I can pick up one more girl from the courthouse. I tell him that I’m halfway across town. He says that he’s sorry, but Tiffany is the last one for the night, and he has three kids in his car already. I sigh an OK. And agree to pick her up. I pull into the courthouse parking lot, about 30 minutes later. I pick up her paperwork from the front desk, and glance over her file while I walk to the holding area to pick up Tiffany. I open the door and get my first look at Tiffany. A rather attractive young lady. 14 according to her rap sheet. She has short spiky black hair, with pink highlights. Dark blue eyeliner covering her dark brown eyes. A slender, yet athletic build. medium sized tits. About 34C would be my guess. She has her eye, nose, and tongue pierced. I remember thinking to myself, that this girl could be attractive with a little work. She was sitting on a stool drinking a soda, smoking a Marlboro. Are you Joe? she inquires. Yes I am, Tiffany. I replied. Cool. Let’s get the fuck outta here. she says. As she ducts her cigarette. I start making with the small talk as we approach my car. She informs me that her dad used to beat her mom, and how she stabbed him one night in the back. I make a few calls and find that finding her a place to stay might prove a challenge. All of our halfway houses where now full. Even the hotel rooms that we reserve at the motel are no longer vacant. She lights another smoke, before I could finish my protests. She then proceeds to put her feet on my dash. This girl just has no respect for anyone. So what’s our next move Pops? She asks sarcastically. I just bet that you’d love to have a sweet young, piece of ass like me at your house wouldn’t you? She again reeks of sarcasm. Maybe that was the plan all along huh? What’s your problem Tiffany? I reply. Don’t you know that I’m trying to help you? She responds by rolling her eyes at me. I finally call the motel and procure her a room with my own credit card. We pull up in the Motel and I go inside and take care of the paperwork. I walk back outside and Tiffany is lighting yet another cigarette. Those things are gonna kill you. I state. Who are you, my Dad? She snaps at me. I grab her by the arm, and start leading her, to her room. Watch that shit, Motherfucker I already stabbed my old man. Don’t think for a minute that I wouldn’t bleed you too. If you don’t watch that smart ass mouth, little girl. Your gonna get into trouble. I snarl back at her. I didn’t know what was coming over me. Normally I was in way better control of my emotions. Her total lack of respect, for someone who was trying to help her really pissed me off. OOOH..She mocked. We arrive at her motel room door, and I couldn’t believe her audacity. Look Tiffany I’m responsible for you until tommorrow. So let’s just get you settled and I’ll be on my way. Could you have found anywhere louder She adds. The steampipes near the ring our Taking up too much space.Sorry finish tomorrow. Hope your enjoyed your journal