Punch Drunk Bella

Bella arrived home early. Instead of going upstairs in her customary fashion she marched into the living room and plonked herself down on the sofa. Her face was like thunder, she had clearly been crying and was dressed in a flimsy ethereal Goth costume, neither suitable for the weather or her profession.

“He just would not let it lie. On and on he went about you and what the fuck I was doing with you when He could give me so much more.”
“Your partner I take it. What happened.”
“Bill, yeah! And what’s it do with him. He’s fucking married. I feel like ringing his wife. OK we’ve fucked but his idea of role play was to stick his baton up my fanny. Yeah it was pleasurable but I don’t want my insides stretched”
“Just the lips then”, interjected TD unhelpfully as he caused me to smile.
“I’m not a smiling mood. So with him doing that one of our” and her she did the quotation mark sign “clients decided to chip in and I fucking punched him, not once but repeatedly.” We got him to a cell but I got called straight into the Sergeant’s office who gave me a bollocking, contacted his superiors and send I was suspended with pay for 2 weeks.”

“Did we do this to her” I asked TD, who replied
“I do not suppose the brain surgery helped, but she was pretty fucked up anyway. They must be really stuck for female cops if she passed the psych test.”

“He’ll probably press charges and I’ll get arrested tomorrow. I could lose my job.”
“Cops must snap all the time. You’ll probably get a caution but I’ll get you off”
“All of a sudden you’re a fucking lawyer not some computer nerd.”
“I can be very persuasive.”
“Anyway now I’m just shit. Worthless fucking shit.” I thought about denying this but remembered who was talking to me. “Shit yeah, fucking shit on me!”
“What?”
“You heard, shit on me master!”