The Green Beret and the F.B.I.

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The Green Beret & the FBI Agent


June 7th 2015 a police station interrogation room in North Carolina 3 PM
30 year old Sergeant David Ripley a Green Beret stationed at Fort Bragg in North Carolina is sitting in a police interrogation room drinking a cup of black coffee and waiting for news after witnessing a bank robbery.


An hour after he first sat down in the room a Police officer came into the room looked at David and he said to him
“Sergeant Ripley, I called the FBI and one of their best agents will be here shortly to take you into protective custody.”

“Also I called your commanding officer and I he has extended your leave until this whole mess is settled. If I get anymore news for you I will let you know.”

David took a few sips from his coffee cup then he replied “Thank you officer for the news officer and thank you for the coffee.”

When they finished talking the officer left the room closing the door behind him a short time later the door opened again and a beautiful woman with long legs and long light brown hair walked into the room. She cleared her throat then she asked “Excuse me sir are you Sergeant David Ripley”?
David looked at the young woman with the gorgeous long legs and he said

politely “Yes ma-am I am Sergeant David Ripley but please call me David.” The young woman looked at David who was staring and drooling over the sight of her long legs and in a very irritated tone of voice she said loudly

“SERGEANT RIPLEY! I DEMAND THAT YOU STOP STARING AT MY LEGS!”
David quickly stopped staring and paid attention to the lady who was standing in front of him. After taking a few moments to compose herself she resumed speaking,

“David my name is Mary Baker I am a special agent with the FBI and I have been assigned to protect you until the case had been solved. Now will you please follow me and please stop staring at my legs I don’t like it.”

So David quickly picked up the emergency back pack that he always carried in his truck, and he followed Mary outside to a waiting car. After getting into the vehicle Mary started it up and they headed for a safe house.

After only a short drive to their destination they hit a traffic jam a big traffic jam. After sitting there in silence for a while David turned his head to the driver’s side of the car and he caught a glimpse of Mary’s sidearm it was a

S&W Model 10 .38 caliber revolver.
David looked at the revolver he admired its deep rich blued finish and its dark brown grips.

The young Army Sergeant knew quite a bit about S&W revolvers and he knew that there was a story behind that specific S&W revolver and how it ended up on Mary’s hip.

So he took a breath then he looked at Mary and he asked her “Mary I thought that the FBI issued Glock semi-automatic pistols to its agents.”
Mary looked at David’s handsome face and she replied “Yes the FBI issues Glocks but my issued Glock is being repaired. So I am carrying my Model 10 until its fixed.”

“In fact there is a story behind My Model 10; it was a gift from my grandpa when I graduated from the academy he gave it to me a graduation present he was a very dear sweet man and i loved him very much.”

By the time that Mary finished her story the traffic jam cleared and they resumed their journey to the safe house. When they got to the safe house the young couple got out of the car and they got inside and had a late supper. After supper they watched a movie and did their very best to unwind after a long tiring day.

When it was time for bed Mary went upstairs and David went into the bedroom that was adjacent to the kitchen. He took off his jacket boots blue jeans and the mahogany brown shoulder holster that carried his Concealed Carry Weapon S&W Model 10-14 .38 Caliber revolver with a 4 inch heavy barrel.

He laid the jacket and the revolver on the floor next to the bed beside his blue jeans and his boots. Then he said his goodnight prayer and went to sleep. The next morning David woke up the sweet warm delicious smell of bacon being cooked on the stove.

He got up quickly dressed making sure to carefully put on his holster and revolver, then he went into the kitchen and he saw Mary standing at the stove cooking breakfast. While Mary was cooking David set the table and made the coffee.

Once breakfast was completely cooked Mary filled up the plates and the coffee cups, then she sat down they said grace then they ate breakfast. Midway through the morning meal Mary got a glimpse of the young Army Sergeants holster, and the revolver that the holster was in.

She quickly recognized the revolver as A S&W Model 10-14 .38 caliber revolver with a 4 inch heavy barrel

it was exactly like the revolver she carried except it was a lot better looking. The gorgeous federal agent admired that weapon with its deep blued finish and its dark brown wooden grips.

Mary knew that there was story behind that beautiful S&W Model 10 but she hesitated to ask David to tell the story. After all it may have been a sad story, tragic story or even a painful story too painful for the young Green Beret to tell.

But on the other hand it may have been a nice or even an interesting story. So she decided to ask David if there was a story behind it and if he was willing to tell her that story.

So she gathered all of her courage, took a few sips of her black coffee than she began to speak.
“David is there a story behind your revolver and would you mind telling me about it please?”

David took a few sips from his cup of coffee than he began to speak, carefully making sure to choose each and every word carefully.

“My sister Chloe gave it to me when I made Sergeant back in 2006 she is a hospital nurse back in our hometown of Farmhouse Indiana. She is a great lady you would like her very much sometime I will introduce you to her.”

When he finished tell her the story he resumed eating his breakfast.
When they were done eating they washed and dried the dishes together then David went outside and sat on the Safe House’s back porch swing and enjoyed the beautiful North Carolina sunshine.

A little while Later Mary came outside and she sat next to David on the porch swing, when it was lunch time they went back inside and they had lunch.
2 months later they were eating breakfast when the phone rang loudly RING!!!

Mary got up from the table and she answered it. A few minutes later she came back to the table, took a few sips from her coffee cup. Then she looked at David and she said to the handsome Green Beret.

“David that was my boss at the FBI the men that robbed that bank have been captured and they are in jail charged with a lot of bad things, and their trial for there recent bank robber is in 2 weeks.”

Two weeks later it was time for the trial.
David woke up took a shower and shaved very thoroughly, he knew that he had to present a very good and tidy appearance in front of everyone in the courtroom.

When he was done getting ready he put his Green Beret on his head and waited for Mary to finish getting ready. While he was waiting he got nervous really nervous even though he was a highly trained Green Beret and had seen his share of combat.

Those things where in his eyes and his mind a cakewalk compared to the thought of testifying in a court case, when Mary was finally ready they left the safe house got into the car and headed for the courthouse.

When they got to the courthouse Mary parked the car and they got out of it, walked from the parking lot, and into the courthouse. When they were finished going through security they walked into the courtroom where the trial was to be held, then they found a place to sit.

While they were waiting for the trial to begin Mary could see that David was nervous as man could be. So she gripped his hand gently and she gently reassured him that everything would be alright. When it was time for David to testify, he handed his Green Beret to Mary, then he walked to the witness stand was sworn then he sat down.

Then the young soldier gave an honest accurate and detailed testimony about what he witnessed. When he was finished testifying he was instructed to return to his seat, so he left the witness stand and returned to his seat, in the back of the courtroom beside FBI Special Agent Miss Mary Baker.

After a very lengthy trial the bad guys were found guilty and sentenced to very long terms in federal prison. Once the prisoners were taken away the Judge dismissed everyone in the courtroom. David and Mary got up from their seats and walked out of the courthouse and out to their car for the return journey to the safe house.

Midway back to the car David looked into Mary’s beautiful eyes and he asked her

“Mary I realize that we have spent a lot of time together recently, and you’re probably tired of see my ugly old face. But would you like to go to a movie on Friday night?”

Mary thought about David’s question for a few moments then she said “Yes I would love to go to a movie with you on Friday night.” Then she handed him a slip of paper with her home number and street address on it.

Then they returned to the car got into it and returned to the safe house, and then David packed his things, went back to the police station so he could get his truck where it was being stored for him complitments of the North Carolina Polce Department.


Once all of that was done David and Mary said goodbye, when Friday night rolled around David drove home from Fort Bragg as fast as he could. When he got home he went inside got out of his uniform took a shower and shaved.
Then he dressed put the dirty laundry away and after making sure he had his wallet truck keys and cell phone he drove to Mary’s house.

When he got to her place he parked his 2001 Blue Ford f-150 across the street from Mary’s house, got out of it, and walked across the street.
After crossing the Street David walked to Mary’s front door, which was not an easy journey because her driveway was very long.

When he finally reached her front door, the young man took a few deep breaths and knocked on her door, in a firm yet polite manner.
A few minutes later Mary came out of her house dressed beautifully, she looked so beautiful in fact that David almost fainted, but he managed to keep from fainting of course.

After locking up their house she put her keys into her purse.
Then the young couple walked out to David’s truck. When they reached the truck David opened the passenger door for Mary. Once she was in the passenger seat David closed the door walked around the truck to the driver side opened the door and got into the driver’s seat.

They put on their seat belts then David started it up and they headed for the movie theatre. After a long traffic infested drive they arrived at the theatre. After parking his Blue ford f-150 carefully, David got out of the driver seat went around the truck to the passenger side and he opened the door for his lovely date.

Then they walked the short distance from the parking lot to the theatre lobby when they got to theatre’s front door David opened the door for Mary. Then he walked through it after she got through it safely.

After studying the theatre’s marquee for several minutes after they decided on the movie that they wanted to see.


David bought the tickets and the movie snacks then they went into the theatre where their movie was playing.
2 hours later the movie was over and they left their seats walked out of the theatre and into the lobby.

Halfway through the lobby a big rainstorm erupted. So they found a place to sit and to wait out the storm. After sitting quietly for quite a while Mary turned to David and she asked him.


“David please tell me about yourself? I don’t know much about you except that you’re a sergeant in the U.S. Army Special Forces, you’re from Indiana and you have an older sister named Chloe who is a hospital nurse.”



David looked at Mary and he said to her.

“Well to be honest Mary there is nothing special about me nothing at all. I was born and raised in the small town of Farmhouse Indiana. When my sister Chloe was 9 and I was 6 our parents died in a car wreck, and we were sent to live with our grandparents”.


“Hallie and Fred Nance they were wonderful grandparents you would have loved them very much. When I graduated from Farmhouse Indiana High School in 2003 I enlisted in the Army.”

“After completed basic training at Fort Leonard wood Missouri, I went to airborne school at Fort Benning Georgia. Then I went to Fort Bragg for my special forces training.”

“I go to church every Sunday and Sunday night my Christian faith is very important to me. I have many hobbies that I enjoy very much.”
“I like my soda cold my coffee black and I get a haircut every 3 weeks. That’s my life story its very ordinary and very plain but it is mine.”


When David was finished telling his life story, Mary told David her life story. Which was similar to his own but David hung onto every word.
In his mind listening to her speak was like listening to an angel speak.
He loved her speaking voice it was so beautiful he could have listened to her talk all night long.

By the time that they finished talking the storm had subsided and they got
up from their seats David opened the theatre door for Mary again. Then they made their way back to his truck, when they got their he opened the passenger door for her.


After closing the door for her he went around the truck got into the driver’s seat, then they put on their seatbelts and David drove Mary home. When they arrived back at her house he opened the truck door for her, and walked his beautiful date to her front door.

They shared a few good night kisses then David got back into his ford f-150 and drove home. When he got home, he called Mary on his cell phone and let her know that he got home safely.


When he completed his phone call, he put the phone back into his pocket locked up the truck then he went inside of the house and he went straight to bed.

Over the next two years Mr. David and Miss Mary baker dated and got to know each other really well. Gradually they fell in love. T

hen one day David was at Fort Bragg cleaning his Army issued M16A4 service rifle when he had an epiphany a really loud epiphany.
“If I don’t ask Mary to be my wife I will lose her to another man! and if I lose her I will be miserably the rest of my life!”

So went he finished his Army duties for the day he got into his Ford pickup truck and he drove home.

When he arrived home David quickly changed into civilian clothes grabbed his wallet keys and cell phone, got back into his truck and he drove straight to Wal-Mart, to search for and possibly buy an engagement ring for his beloved Mary.

He knew that Wal-Mart was not exactly the best place to do his engagement ring shopping.

But Wal-Mart did have a nice jewelry department in their store, and he also knew in his heart, guts and soul he would find a suitable engagement ring for her there.

So when he got to Wal-Mart he got out of his truck.
Went into the store and went straight to the jewelry department to start his engagement ring search.

The young man searched and he searched but so far he was not finding the ring he wanted to give her.

He was about to give up and go home but he decided to look into the back of the ring display case.

An after looking for a few moments he saw the ring. It was a simple gold ring with 3 medium sized diamonds on it and band itself was beautifully engraved. He asked to see the ring and after giving it a very detailed visual inspection. Something in his heart said to him.


“David buy this ring this is the ring for Mary buy it please.”

So he bought it then he put it into his shirt pocket and left the store. When he got out to his truck David he got into it. Then he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed Mary’s number after the 10th ring the line picked up.


“Hello Mary its David are you at home right now? Good I have something really important that I need to discuss with you. Ok I will be at your house as soon as I can I love you very much bye bye.” When David finished his phone call David started the truck up and he drove to Mary’s house.

When he got their David parked across the street got out of his Old Ford and walked the long distance to Mary’s front door. When he finally got their he knocked on the door and Mary let him inside, they sat down at the kitchen table and after a little small talk.

David began his little speech. “Mary we have been dating for quite a while now and I have fallen deeply in love with you, and I have a very important question to ask you. In fact this specific question will probably be the important question I will every ask you.”

“But before I ask this question there are a few things I need to tell you. Mary I am not a handsome man and I am not a rich man. I drive a 16 year old truck Ford F-150 pickup truck that I got when I turned 16 in 2001.

My job is also dangerous and I could get killed doing my job. But I love you very much. Now here is the question I need to ask you.”
“Miss Mary Baker will you marry me please?”

Then he took the diamond ring out of the pocket and held it in his hand in front of Mary. She looked at David then she looked at the ring and she burst into tears of joy.
After crying for several minutes Mary calmed down, wiped her eyes then she looked at David and she said to him.

“David my answer is yes I will marry you.” The took the ring out of his hand and slipped it onto her finger.

Mary looked at her new engagement ring for a few moments then David looked at her and said “Mary if you don’t like this ring I will buy you a different one.”


Mary looked at her fiancée David and she said to him “David I love the ring very much.” Then she grabbed him by his shirt collar with both of her hands and kissed him passionately very passionately.
The End


Epilogue: After a year of planning and preparation David and Mary got married. The guests included several of David’s Army buddies including David’s best friend Steve square who was David’s best man and a member of David’s Special Forces A-Team.

The brides large extended family attended the wedding as well. The groom’s sister Chloe volunteered and she served as the Brides maid of honor since the bride had no sisters of her own.


After the honeymoon the newlyweds returned to North Carolina and to their jobs. Shortly after their 2nd wedding anniversary Mary became pregnant with their children a set of fraternal twins a boy and a girl.

When they were born the wife insisted on naming the son Fred after her husband’s grandpa and their daughter Chloe after David’s sister.

An for the next 60 years they shared a wonderful love filled Marriage, and they made sure to teach their children the importance of having faith in god good manners.


Kindness and compassion to others, the difference between right and wrong and last but not least the golden rule.


Shortly after their 60th wedding anniversary Mary passed away from a heart attack she was 87 years old. David followed her in death shortly before his 90th birthday and he was buried with full military honors Next to his beloved bride of 60 years.


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Too long, drawn out, full of inaccuracies. Take a creative writing course, generally available at a local college. Obtain the much needed tools if you wish to continue in this area.
 
Actually a very notable improvement over the P.I. story in some ways. I am impressed. Technical inaccuracies are no worse than much of the fiction and television shows put out these days and be cured.

Obviously the FBI does not take witnesses into protective custody after a normal bank robbery. I believe that would be the Marshals. A trial would also be more than two weeks in the making. Thus we would have to assume the bank robbers and circumstances were rather unique...Mexican Cartel stealing E115 from the high security vault to build an antimatter bomb.... we will go with that.

Concept fleshed out a bit and no different than many an action movie. That is not a bad thing.

The woman ought have a partner, he is on the take, they get attacked at the safe house, big shoot out, yada yada. Popular and familiar plotline but it works.

Presumably our hero is a Special Forces Weapons Sgt. He would likely be a Master Sergeant given his number of years in the Army.

Army, Navy and other military folks tend to buy jewelry at the base exchange. Prices are generally lower, particularly on sales, special financing available, and there is no state sales tax. Special orders are also possible.

Special Forces NCOs are reasonably well paid, with large reenlistment bonuses. Long deployments with nothing to buy contribute to savings. Thus he need not have been driving an old truck or be at a financial disadvantage to a midlevel FBI agent.

Stress and hormones generally resort in a coarser sort of mingling between men and women. There is an amusing morale patch that exists. It shows a bride in wedding dress and a groom. Beneath it are the words "Game Over". Generally a male reader will seek an adventure story if drawn in by a title suggesting soldiers and the FBI.

I am married with five children, a former military spouse (wife now retired). I would be looking for the part where someone is garroted with boot laces etc more so than the marriage.

Male readers will also often enjoy reading about women who are dangerous, not to be trusted, etc. Thus the archetype of the femme fatale.

Even a female reader of a romance will seek to see conflict overcome. Thus the shoot out at the safe house, someone overcomes trust issues, and if you make a certain occupation part of the story make it relevant to the action. Thus the Green Beret could use wilderness survival skills, unarmed fighting skills, marksmanship etc in the story. Or even bond with the FBI woman via fighting.

Oh, and remember. Toad licking is the gateway drug to scorpion venom.
 
I was in the 10th grade....

...and I went to a Christmas party that our Latin Club was holding. While I was there I saw the most beautiful girl playing the clarinet in a makeshift combo. Later I sat down at a coffee table and as my eyes got used to the dark I noticed a pair of legs propped up and I liked what I saw. Turned out, this was the same girl I had seen before. We carried a little chit chat conversation. I said hello for a few months when I saw her in the hall and a few other chance meetings. I was delighted. She didn't know I existed. Later I obtained some tickets to the off-Broadway stage version of 'Jesus Christ Superstar'. I screwed up my courage and asked he to go with me. She seemed a little flabbergasted, but accepted. It was a great performance and she had a blue velvet bow on top of her long gorgeous dark hair with red highlights. I learned a few things about her. She was musical, she was intelligent and she had a crazy sense of humor. Just my type. We had similar likes and dislikes. We dated some and I wanted to be her steady, but she was reluctant. She was busy in the band, had responsibilities at home and was washing her hair an awful lot. After dating a few years we got very close, but when it was time for her to go to college (I went to school in town) she gave me the old, "Let's date other people." line. I was very angry but I said to myself, "Ok, I'm not going to cry about this, but I will get her back, in time." Having something of an anger problem already I dated and partied with a vengeance. About a year later, I got a call from her, something she had always refused to do. (Good girls didn't do that in those days. Besides, she was a little stuck up.) She invited me to go bicycle riding. I had a class that morning but it was one that I was doing decently in, so I accepted. She went to a girl's college and said nobody was interested in her. (Who she was expecting to meet in a mostly girl's college, I don't know.) So I guess I was last pick, but I was ok with that. We dated through college years, had our ups and downs and got married April 8th, 1978. That was over 35 years ago.

Not yet the end....
 
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Don't forget...

Male readers will also often enjoy reading about women who are dangerous, not to be trusted, etc. Thus the archetype of the femme fatale.

Even a female reader of a romance will seek to see conflict overcome. Thus the shoot out at the safe house, someone overcomes trust issues, and if you make a certain occupation part of the story make it relevant to the action. Thus the Green Beret could use wilderness survival skills, unarmed fighting skills, marksmanship etc in the story. Or even bond with the FBI woman via fighting.

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Don't forget the requirement that the woman be a real kick *** type that can kick physical butt better than any man, much to the man's and the viewer/reader's surprise.
 
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Notice how rw's yarn stays in the first person narrative, vs going from the story being told in the third person, then floating from time to time in the first person narrative.


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It is also possible to launch right into a scene. For example:

My last Chesterfield tasted bitter in my mouth as I stubbed it out in the ashtray.

"You can't smoke in here," a woman's voice announced.

I looked up from the menu. A bored looking waitress was standing in front of me, holding an order pad and pen. She was chewing anwad of gum. Her name tag said "Laura". There was a smiley face drawn over the last "a".

"I just did," I answered dryly. Wondering why there was an ashtray on the table and a no smoking sign on the wall.

Laura frowned and cocked an eyebrow. "Can I help you?"

Maybe if you were a liscensed therapist, I thought absently. Instead, I replied, "What is good here?"

I got a shrug in reply, "Nothing really."

I appreciated the honesty. "What about the coffee, is it fresh?"

"I doubt it."

"Could you make some fresh?"

"No." She blew a bubble and let it pop.

I nodded. "Coke, no ice. Clean glass please. Order of fries with it."

She grimaced, "That it?"

"Sure."

Laura turned on her heel and walked, back to the grill counter. A ding of a bell announced my order to the cook. "Order up. Cup of java and a side of fries."

I leaned back in my chair and waited.

There were two men sitting a booth to my left. One wore sunglasses, the other was flipping through a dog eared copy of Time magazine. Neither seemed interested in their surroundings.

A greasy looking guy wearing a paper hat and with arms covered in needlemarks and prison tattoos bought a bowl of soup over to their table.

"Hey," Sunglasses said, "you have your thumb in my soup."

"Huh? Oh yeah. I currently it on a can and had to clean the toilets. It got all infected so the do. at the free clinic said to just keep it warm and wait for the nail to fall off..."

"Jesus," Sunglasses muttered pushing the soup away. "Why don't you just shove your thumb up your..."

"Enough," Time said, interupting his companion.

"It is okay," the cook said with a smirk, "I do that when I am back in the kitchen. Bone ape-ee-teet." He left the soup and went back, doubtless to cook my fries to the same standard of excellence.

"Nasty," Sunglasses said, "Come on, let's get out of here." He threw some money on the table and stood up to leave.

"Yeah, time to go," Time said. He paused and met my eyes for a brief second as he deliberately set his magazine down. Looking at me he said, "Looks like rain, don't it?" and followed Sunglasses out the door.

The magazine remained on the table. Casually, I leaned over and picked it up, rolled it, and put it in my pocket.

Laura came back with a tray. There was a coffee on it, not a Coke along with a plate of soggy things that might pass for prison grade french fries in a third world country. "Anything else?" She asked, popping her gum again.

"Nah, I am all set," I said smiling thinly.

Laura simply grunted and left my check alongside the food. I looked down at it. $13.24 was written on it, this time with a frowny face.

I waited a few minutes, tossed a twenty on the table and walked out, pausing to check my watch. It was a little after eleven, I had over two hours to kill.
 
The better fiction writing tends to have realistic and believable story lines.

Bank robberies are almost always responded to by local police. Depending on where the bank might be located, FBI may show up in a few hours or perhaps a few days. The majority of the investigation will be conducted by police, with the FBI picking up copies of reports for follow-up and to prepare the press conferences.

Witnesses of crimes such as this are not placed into protective custody or given close protection. In certain cases (such as organized crime investigations) witnesses may be offered the Witness Protection Program, which is operated by the US Marshals Service, not the FBI. Entering Witness Protection typically involves surrendering your old identity for a new one and being relocated far away. You might see a Deputy US Marshal a time or two each year, but otherwise the only contact would be taking you to and from court for testimony.

Major criminal trials seldom, if ever, take place in less than a year. Arraignment, sure, maybe a preliminary hearing, but not the trial. Two months for a bank robbery trial hasn't been heard of in the US for the better part of a century.

Whether you are a witness, victim, bystander, investigating officer, or FBI agent, if you leave your truck parked outside a police station for a couple of hours, much less a couple of months, the only "compliments" you are likely to receive are a parking ticket, tow truck bill, and storage fees to get your truck back.

Practically no one in the US military refers to Special Forces troops as "green berets" anymore. Far more common is simply "special forces", "SF", or "snake eaters".

Assuming you are writing for an adult audience you might think about doing basic research, developing contacts with people to advise you in various fields, etc.

Best regards.
 
The following is a true story.

I was working at the General Leonard Wood Hospital ER saving money for year 3 of college. I arrived a little early to drink coffee and BS with my friends.

I arrived with a smile, loved to work here. Someone gave me a note that said go to the CID office and see agent XXXXXXX.

No problem, this agent and I drank coffee and talked guns while he waited for all the info on a rape or a shooting or a stabbing. Probably another follow up question for the record.

I walked in and went straight to his office. There was a gent in there wearing an Effrim Zimbalist suit. Hmm, he was a short less than handsome man but walked with a large bureau swagger.

He said I am agent yyyyyyy and I'm with the FBI, I could tell by his penetrating stare which looked like a scowl, he was not there just get a follow up question.

He said you are driving a stolen car. I squeaked out, I did not steal it. He said I know that.

He told me my rights and how to keep the car. Ended up being a nice guy. They were just following up on all cars stolen by a ring in Chicago and sold to a crooked dealer in Jersey who sold them to GI's. My car made that trip.

A Mob fronted loan company was buying up the titles from insurance companies, the only way they could get this car would be for me to hand them the keys.

The Mob did show up, tried to bluff us out. My WW 2 vet Dad explained the difference between life and termination to them. They left.

I never looked at his legs, I distinctly remember seeing his model 19 as he pulled his suit coat back to show me his badge.

I eventually ended back at college where there were houses (girls Dorms) that had legs worth looking at.

From that day on I lusted for a model 19 and purchased a 4" Nickle one.

The OP's story is too long, repeats to much. And as a fewhave noted it slides to far from fact.

Write like Jack Friday spoke, just the facts ma'am.

Or Hemingway. With one look I immediately knew I wanted her. I took her. His style let ones mind fill in some blanks.
 
Best lines are a hoot

He said you are driving a stolen car. I squeaked out, I did not steal it. He said I know that.

"Squeaked out".......that is rich


The Mob did show up, tried to bluff us out. My WW 2 vet Dad explained the difference between life and termination to them. They left.

LOL. Supposedly with the Mob it's usually the other way around. Kind of an ironic but humorous twist.

I never looked at his legs, I distinctly remember seeing his model 19 as he pulled his suit coat back to show me his badge.

Legs do seem to figure into this discussion, don't they?

I eventually ended back at college where there were houses (girls Dorms) that had legs worth looking at.

Now we are getting somewhere


From that day on I lusted for a model 19 and purchased a 4" Nickle one.

The ambiguousness of what you are lusting for makes the reader think, unless he is an S&W fan.



Or Hemingway. With one look I immediately knew I wanted her. I took her. His style let ones mind fill in some blanks.

Very good. Pick up a copy of "Bad Hemingway". You are a potential contributor.

I gotta type some bull here or it will say my message is too short.
 
The first part of the story I can relate to.
I have taken several armed Bodyguard assignments. They all have a few things in common: The client is always a Woman. She is always terrified. And she is always very attractive, which ticks off Missus Fan to no end.:D Hey, I can't help it, they call me, I don't call them. I have to literally move in with them. Have done a lot of things with them. Gone out to eat several times. Gone to a movie, to church, and accompanied them to work. In every case have sat and talked to them for hours. Missus Fan is aware of all this because I tell her about it. She calls it "Dating". No, it's not. I've never gotten a goodnight kiss.:D
Keep writing your stories. They're getting better.
Jim
 
The first part of the story I can relate to.
I have taken several armed Bodyguard assignments. They all have a few things in common: The client is always a Woman. She is always terrified. And she is always very attractive, which ticks off Missus Fan to no end.:D Hey, I can't help it, they call me, I don't call them. I have to literally move in with them. Have done a lot of things with them. Gone out to eat several times. Gone to a movie, to church, and accompanied them to work. In every case have sat and talked to them for hours. Missus Fan is aware of all this because I tell her about it. She calls it "Dating". No, it's not. I've never gotten a goodnight kiss.:D
Keep writing your stories. They're getting better.
Jim

Ponders. Ugly women never need protection?
 
Google Glock and find out when they started in the firearms business. Then find out when the FBI changed from revolvers and what they issued before they issued auto. [The Smith & Wesson part was correct]. Try this before you run it past a gun crowd. The beginning put the comments in the last decade, the ending put it in the 1960's long before Female armed personnel were common anywhere. I could care less about how long they lived, were married or died, I don't yet have enough ownership in their characters. The middle of the story still needs developing.
 
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