Wyrd Justice- Weekends in Dystopia

Wyrd Justice- Weekends in Dystopia, follows Fate Devine, a 'different' and sexy heroine, as she wends her way alone through the decline of America. Like most Americans, she doesn't have money and isn't somebody important- just one of millions of Americans quietly struggling to play by rules that are constantly changing around them. Using her gifts to the best of her abilities, she strives to make life just a little easier for her fellow citizens, a lot of the time in spite of themselves. A story of truly Taking America Back- back to the time when E Pluribus Unum and One Nation Indivisible were the ties that bound us together. "The woman tapped politely on the door, and waited patiently till the Sheriff looked up from his newspaper. His practiced look of pained courtesy was usually enough to send most people apologizing and beating a hasty retreat, but he froze mid-look when he saw how damn attractive this visitor was. Backlit in the doorway, her hair seemed to move on its own in shades of silver, gold and copper; waves of softness framing her serious face and contained only by the black-framed reading glasses perched atop her head. Wearing a simple matching skirt and jacket in a light spring tweed, the skirt ending just at her knees and the jacket open to reveal the raw silk blouse underneath- the first three buttons undone. The scent of Black Orchid preceded her into the office and she sat down smoothly and silently across from him, catlike. She lowered her glasses and read from a small notebook in her hand. "Sheriff Thomas?" she glanced up at him, her brown eyes flecked with green magnified in her lenses. He nodded. "May I ask you a few questions?" and she pushed the glasses back onto her head, smiled, and sat back in the chair, clearly going nowhere no matter what his answer was going to be. As she sat back, her blouse opened up just a bit, revealing a glance of cleavage. Sheriff Smith Thomas was a quick thinker- that's what'd kept him alive all these years in law enforcement, in life and in his decades-long marriage to Ginny. He and Ginny had grown up together and their families were best friends together. Any other ending other than being married to one another had never crossed the minds of anyone in either family, including themselves. Sheriff Thomas cleared his throat, and answered gruffly, "Well, maybe just a few...as you can see, I'm a very busy man. What is this for, Mrs....?" "Oh, I'm so sorry. It's Miss. Miss Fate Devine, and I'm writing a book on lawmen of the South- such a noble and disappearing breed." She flushed at the thought, and his predatory instincts took over. "Miss Devine. I do have just a short spell here where I can talk with you. What would you like to know?" She asked him about his motives for becoming a law enforcement officer, how long he'd been Sheriff, and for a few anecdotal stories from his days on patrol. The answers rolled off of his tongue effortlessly- he'd been asked the same thing by everyone from news reporters to 3rd graders and it took no thought at all, which gave him ample time to admire her as she wrote- head bowed, glasses on again, hair shielding her face and framing her long slender neck. He watched the steady rise and fall of her bosom and knew right then where this interview was going to end up."