Spy Land Women Play Me. Perry Ritthaler

is a police report that explains he is purchasing a replacement BMW for the one he lost in his last sexual escapade. Charlie tries to apologize for the accident however the woman is hysterical and the husband is crying.

      Phil knows this is a mess; so he calmly asks the man how much is the dog worth. Can we please buy you another dog and avoid the police. After all; the whole thing was an accident? The man looks at Phil and tells him he needs to talk to his wife privately. The man yells; wait honey before you call the police let me talk to you; and then the man carries his dead dog into the house through the open door.

      Charlie looks a Phil and lifts his arms up beside his body and shrugs his shoulders and says thanks; I am not sure what to do.

      Five minutes later the man and woman come back outside into the yard and the woman tells Charlie; if you want to avoid the police call you need to pay me $2200.00 for the dog because it is their pure bred show dog; and $17,000.00 for the BMW.

      Charlie looked at Phil and Phil shrugged his shoulders; and looked at Charlie. Charlie felt cornered because these people could sue him for killing the dog if the police charged him with animal abuse. OK I will pay you what you ask. I have a certified check for seventeen thousand in my pocket and my partner can write you a check for the $2200.00 to pay for the dog. I do not have my check book with me and the bank is closed at this time of day, and my ATM will not give me $2200.00.

      The people were satisfied however they still felt very sad. They sold the BMW to a man that killed their dog. The mood in the transaction was filled with sadness as Phil and Charlie exchanged checks with the people.

      Phil looked at Charlie and asked Charlie if he still wanted to go to Ebor City for a drink but at this time Charlie told Phil I just want to go home. I will just follow you back to Sarasota and maybe when I get home we can go for beer at the Quay. Phil understood Charlie felt bad because deep down inside Charlie loved animals.

      Phil went to his car and reached into his glove box and grabbed a joint. He passed it to Charlie and told Charlie smoke it on the way home and you will feel better. Charlie accepted the joint and the two men climbed into their cars, waved good bye to the man and woman and started to drive back home toward Sarasota. At the end of the block Charlie started beeping his horn and Phil noticed Charlie had pulled over to the side of the road. Phil turned his car around and drove back to Charlie.

      What is the problem Charlie? Phil my luck sucks; in fact the only luck I have is bad luck; so before I am charged for driving a vehicle with no license or registration I want to tow the car to my condominium in Sarasota.

      Call me crazy but at this point in time in my life I cannot take a chance on getting busted transporting the car without plates or insurance. Phil smiled when he looks at Charlie; then he said great idea pal, your right you have had a string of bad luck. Jump into my car and we will call a tow truck right now. Charlie thanked Phil and told Phil I thought about this at the ladies house but I just wanted to get out of that situation.

      Three hours later the boys were at Charlie’s condominium watching his car get unloaded off the tow truck flat bed.