Confession (11 page)

“Yes Sheriff Jimmy.”

“Let’s go outside,” he said then he grabbed his camera and opened up his car door.

Melissa opened up her door and they both stepped outside.

Jimmy walked over to a good spot away from his car.

He looked around the woods.  “It sure is hot out today, ain’t it Melissa?”

“Sure is, Sheriff Jimmy,” she replied and stood five feet from him not knowing what to do next.

Jimmy looked at Melissa then he looked at his camera.  Melissa looked at Jimmy and wondered what pictures of her he wanted to take.

“Take off all of your clothes,” Jimmy said while he removed the cap off the camera lens.

“I don’t know, Sheriff Jimmy,” she said and now started to regret getting inside his car.

“Now, now, Melissa.  You know what will happen if you obey me?” he said and looked dead serious.

Melissa knew all too well the wrath of crossing Jimmy.   “Yes Sheriff Jimmy,” she said then fidgeted with her dress.

“Okay, now take your fucking dress off,” he said with a louder more stern voice.

Melissa got nervous, as she’s never been naked in front of a man in her life.   She grabbed her dress and pulled it over her head.   She let it drop to the dirt

Jimmy saw that she didn’t wear a bra and the sight of her perky A-cup tits was a turn-on.  “Remove your panties,” he said then he looked through his camera and had it aimed at Melissa.

Melissa grabbed the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs and stepped out of them.  She started to cover her tits and crotch with her arms and hands.

“Now, now, Melissa.  Don’t be shy,” he said while he looked through the camera at Melissa.

Melissa removed her hands and arms away and showed
Jimmy
the naked front of her body.

Jimmy smiled while he snapped a picture of Melissa.

He moved the camera away from his face.  He liked the sight of this young colored girl standing naked before his eyes.  He got an erection in his pants.

Melissa didn’t like the perverted look in Jimmy’s eyes.   “Is that all, Sheriff Jimmy?”

Jimmy started to unbutton his shirt.  “No, Melissa, that’s not all,” he said with a smirk.

Melissa started to shake.  She knew what Jimmy wanted and was scared to death to refuse.

Within a few seconds, Jimmy was bare ass naked and stood by his pile of clothes and camera in the dirt.

Jimmy had fucked Melissa while he had her bent over the trunk of his squad car.  When he was done he pushed her away and she fell on her butt in the dirt.

“Now Melissa, you know what will happen if you tell anybody?” he said while he walked over and towered over her naked body.

Melissa just looked down at the dirt.

“Yes, Sheriff Jimmy.  I know,” she said and shook in fear.  Jimmy towered over Melissa while he put on his pants.

“Now Melissa, if you don't cooperate, I'll make sure your Daddy gets hung.  Do you understand?”

Melissa stared down at the ground while she nodded in agreement.  That pissed Jimmy off so he picked her up by her hair.

“Ahhh!” she cried out in pain while Jimmy brought her to her feet.  She started to sob.

“Didn’t your momma teach you any fucking manners?” You’re suppose to answer your elders,” he yelled at her.

“Yes Sheriff Jimmy.  I’m sorry,” she replied between sobs.

“You will cooperate.  Won’t you?” he snarled at her.

“Yes sir,” she replied between sobs.

Jimmy threw her back on the ground where she sobbed.

Jimmy put on his shirt then walked back to his squad car.  He got inside and removed a camera from the glove box.  He stepped back outside his car and snapped a few pictures of Melissa the second she stood up.  He smiled at the thought of having a naked picture of his conquest.  He got back inside the car and started it up.

He drove down the dirt road and left Melissa to sob alone in the woods.

Jimmy drove back to his office where he got a cup of coffee and sat behind his desk.  He opened up his top desk drawer and removed his latest issue of
True Detective
magazine.  He opened it up and picked back up where he left off yesterday. 
He picked up his pack of Lucky Strikes from the top of his desk, removed then lit a cigarette.   He took a drag on his Lucky Strike and smiled while he exhaled thinking about his
conquest with Melissa.

Back at the woods,
Melissa started her long trek back home on foot.

Later that night, Jimmy worked in his garage where he built a dark room for developing pictures.  He built this dark room four months ago and wanted to start photography as a hobby.

He opened up his camera and started to follow his instructions on how to develop film.

Jimmy surprised himself and did a great job of developing the twelve pictures.  He glanced at the twelve photos he had taken of developed the pictures he took of Melissa, Nelly and ten other colored girls over the past four months. 

After the pictures were developed, he stashed them in a small metal box and secured it with a lock.  He kept this box under the developing table.

He left his dark room and locked the door.  His wife Betty knew she was not allowed in there because he claimed it contained secured confidential police information.   She knew a beating would pursue if she questioned him.

July rolled around.

Rumors spread throughout Boldger about colored girls being raped and the colored community was getting upset.  The problem was that none of the girls would identify the sick individual. 

One colored man was getting pissed with the stories of the young girls being raped.  He was forty-five year old Lester Winston and his daughter Nelly finally confessed to Lester that Sheriff Nalla raped her on numerous times.  Lester got madder and madder the more he thought about Sheriff Nalla getting away with rape. 

Then one Saturday night, Lester was drunk and ranted off about wanting to kill Sheriff Nalla for raping the young colored girls. 

Word of Lester’s rant about Sheriff Nalla spread throughout the colored community. 

A tattletale scared colored man named Wally Brown told Sheriff Nalla one night about Lester’s rant.  Wally figured by telling on Lester, he would stay in good standing with Sheriff Nalla.

After hearing that news from Wally, Jimmy felt he had to spring into action
for his own protection.
So he schemed up a plan.

It was early August on a Wednesday night.

Jimmy drove around Boldger on a hunt.  This time his hunt concentrated within the colored community.

Then he found what he was looking for.  He saw Lester walking alone down one of the dirt streets.

Jimmy stopped his car and rushed out.

He rushed over to Lester who stopped dead in his tracks the second he saw Jimmy.  He was afraid to speak.

Jimmy just glared at Lester.  “What’s this talk you’ve been saying about me?”

“Ah, I don’t know what you be talking about, Sheriff,” said Lester while he looked around for a place to run.

The second Lester thought he could run away, Jimmy whipped out his nightstick and whacked Lester across his face. 

Lester dropped on his knees to the dirt in pain. 

Jimmy grabbed Lester by his left arm.  “You’re under arrest, Lester Winston,” he said while he brought Lester up to his feet.

“I ain’t done nothing,” said Lester and started to get mad.

Jimmy whacked Lester across his mouth with his nightstick.

Lester doubled over with a split lip.

Jimmy escorted Lester over to his squad car and placed him in the back seat.

Jimmy got back behind the wheel and drove off.

A little while later, Lester sat in one of the jail cells down at the station.  He knew his mouth got him in trouble.

The next morning arrived.

Jimmy drove his squad car down a dirt road at the outskirts of town.  He pulled into the front yard of a run down wooden shack.

Three colored males and two colored teens with an old colored man, sat on the front porch.  They got nervous when they saw Jimmy’s squad car stop ten feet from their front porch. 

They watched while Jimmy stepped out of the car with a look of authority.  They soon spotted an unidentified colored male in the back seat.

Jimmy faced the front porch.  “Wilma.  Send Melissa out here right now!”

After a few seconds, the front screen door creaked open and Wilma Washington, a heavy-set colored woman, stepped out on the porch.  She had her arm around her daughter Melissa, who had a bit of a pouch stomach and was still scared to death of Sheriff Nalla.

“What do you want Sheriff Nalla?”

“I caught that rapist and I need Melissa to identify him,” Jimmy said while he walked to the back door of his squad car.

Melissa cowered scared to death behind Wilma.

Wilma looked at Jimmy and knew he would not back down.  “Let's get this over with,” she said and walked Melissa, who dragged her feet down the steps. 

She walked Melissa to the squad car.

The colored males on the porch stayed fearful of Jimmy.

“Now Melissa, I need you to look at that boy, named Lester Winston, in the backseat.  I want you to identify him, as the one that raped you.  Do you understand?”

Jimmy noticed Lester stared at the floorboard.  He got pissed and banged on the window.  “Look at me Lester!”

Lester looked scared to death at the window.  He had a fat lip and swollen eye from a beating Jimmy gave him last night with the nightstick. 

“Now Melissa, is this the man that raped you?” Jimmy asked with a serious tone.

Melissa looked at Lester and shook her head in disagreement.

Jimmy got pissed.  “Come now Melissa.  I had Melissa identify him.  I want you to do the same.”

Melissa shook her head in disagreement while she rubbed her pouchy tummy. 

Jimmy noticed and it hit him like a ton of bricks.  He knew what this meant.

Wilma looked brave.  “We can't do this.  It ain't right.  It just ain’t right.  So it would be best for Melissa, if we just forget the whole thing,” she told Jimmy.

Jimmy looked at Melissa who avoided eye contact. 

Jimmy was pissed while he got inside his car but knew he better leave this one alone this time.

Wilma rushed Melissa back to the house.

Jimmy’s squad car sped off through the front yard kicking up dirt and rocks that showered the shack.

Two months passed and it was a quiet night in Boldger, Alabama.

Inside the Nalla home, Betty read a romantic book in bed.

Jimmy entered the bedroom in his sheriff's uniform looking extremely proud.  “They gave Lester Winston twenty years for rape,” Jimmy said while he hung up his Sheriff’s shirt in the closet.

“Damn I’m a great Sheriff,” he said while he got into bed next to Betty.

Betty didn’t reply.  She knew that any colored man would automatically be found guilty with an all white jury that’s supportive of the Klan. 

After a few minutes of laying in bed, Betty leaned over and kissed his cheek.  She seductively kissed her way to his lips, as that romantic book put her in the mood. 

Jimmy pushed her away from his face.  “I'm not in the mood tonight.”

Betty felt rejected and turned over to her side.

Jimmy got out of bed and walked out of the room.

Betty turned off the bedside lamp and closed her eyes.

A little while later, Jimmy sat in his chair in the living room. 

He looked at a copy of
True Detective
magazine with his pants down to his ankles.  He masturbated while he read the magazine and looked at the pictures.  He ejaculated on the page then laid the magazine down on the floor.  He lit a cigarette and took a drag.  He felt satisfied again.

It was now September 1961 and Jimmy for some strange reason started to like the idea of joining the Army.  He felt that he could get paid to legally kill people.  But he also loved his job being the Sheriff of Boldger.  He loved how he had power and could abuse it without fear of being held accountable.  So he talked with Melvin and thought that joining the Army Reserves would be the answer.

Melvin called his good friend Colonel Roscoe Purcell who was now the Commander of the Army Reserve Military Police Commander down at Fort Benning.  Roscoe said he would help get Jimmy into his unit since Melvin had been giving him good deals on new Fords for the past years.

Much to the quiet objection of Betty, Jimmy enlisted in the Army Reserves.  He leave home and went down to Fort Benning, Georgia for boot camp at the end of October.  During all this Army training, Deputy Wallace Brown maintained law and order in Boldger.