Bill decided to hit the restroom, if he could turn his weasel attorney into a slut he ought to be able to turn himself into a stud. Standing in front of the mirror bill began loading sentences, his anger turned into a manic spiral of hubris. What was an fat balding middle aged man who got turned down for a desk position last October turned into a muscular Adonis with a full head of hair that happens to be independently wealthy and police chief with an inner circle of deprived corrupt lieutenants at his beck and call. Carefully and methodically bill adhere sentences to mold his face into a rugged handsome man’s half his age in appearance. Satisfied with his 8” cock, weightlifter build, enriched bank account and attractive face he left the court behind not looking back or bothering to say goodbye to his family. Getting into his now Bently Musilaine that had replaced his run down civic Bill took off for a drink.
Arriving at a run down dive bar in the worse part of town police chief Acre was relieved when there were only two cars in the lot, surely there wouldn’t be any run in’s with coworkers or his ex wife. Entering the run down bar room a wafting of stale beer and the sounds of a somber country song greeted bill. There was a mildly inebriated middle aged truck driver who looked a bit like Bill did before, he was chatting with a white haired man with a thin mustache and a comb over who appeared about 70.
Ordering a glass of Macallan 25 Bill tucked himself at the far end of the bar. Scrolling through his phone he decided.