Jill was terrified. The young blonde knew that possession of drugs in a foreign country was a potentially dangerous act, but she and her new husband just didn't believe that small amounts of marihuana for personal use would be a big deal. But as she watched the local police leave the hotel room with her husband, Brad, in handcuffs, she knew better. The beautiful new wife tried to get control of her emotions long enough to figure out what to do.
She sat on the hotel bed and began trying to telephone anyone who would be able to give her advice or help her out of this nightmare. After about an hour of useless attempts to call her parents and finding that she couldn't get through, she decided to go down to the police station to try and bond Brad out. She gathered up the little remaining cash that they had in the hotel and she hailed a cab to take her to the jail. All along the drive from the five-star beach front hotel through the narrow streets of the island city, Jill could only think of Brad's pleas to her to help him.
As she arrived at the station, she wished that she had packed one modest outfit. The young bride wore a very short cotton skirt that wrapped her hips closely, but didn't cover much of her long, tanned legs. And the top that she wore was perfect for the beach, but too revealing in her estimation for the business she was on. Back in the States, she had worked out and tanned her body in preparation for their honeymoon. She wanted to be perfect for Brad on their honeymoon. Jill knew that she had the body that turned men's heads. Throughout her life, men noticed her beautiful face only after eyeing her long legs and big, firm breasts. But now, no matter how skimpily dressed she was, she had no choice about her clothing now.
When she arrived at the police station, she quickly entered the dilapidated building and asked the first person where she could find her husband. The disinterested man told her that she wouldn't be able to post a bond on her husband for several days. Jill's heart sank. She simply couldn't give up that easily.
After several other unfruitful inquiries, she asked to see the Chief of Police. The young bride was directed to the Chief's office and sat on a hard wooden bench for an hour before the secretary told her that the Chief wouldn't be able to see her. Jill's eyes began to well up with tears. She begged the secretary to see if the man would see her for just a few moments. The annoyed secretary went back into the Chief's office.
Jill was aware of the procession of police employees who eyed her as they strode past her. An experienced traveler, Jill knew that women were viewed as objects in this foreign land. Men openly gaped at her as they walked by. Several times, she saw the men exchange knowing smirks as they walked past her. She knew that they were undressing her in their minds. An intense feeling of vulnerability swept over the young woman. She sat nervously hoping that she would be able to meet with the man she believed could help her.
The heat was intense in the old unairconditioned building. The only ventilation was the creaking fan overhead, but Jill was intent on waiting.
Finally, the secretary walked over to Jill and motioned her into the office. Jill got up and moved into the stark office. The man behind the desk motioned her to sit in the chair across from him. As she sat, Jill felt her skirt inch up her firm thighs, revealing an expanse of flesh that she would not have chosen to reveal. She tugged nervously at the hem of her skirt in an unsuccessful effort at modesty. The man eyed her legs openly.
He was a paunchy man in his late forties, with a khaki uniform that appeared wrinkled and worn. His graying hair was slicked back and he wore a thick mustache. The young blonde was appalled by his appearance.
Jill tried to explain the situation to him, but he immediately silenced her. She cringed inside as she realized that he was staring at her tanned thighs as he spoke.
"Your husband is in a great deal of trouble," he said in his thick foreign accent. "He has already confessed to being a drug smuggler. He is at this very moment telling my men about his connections here on the island. I believe that he will be a most useful informant. I fear that he may be in prison for many years."
Jill knew that Brad was not a drug smuggler, but she feared the methods police were employing to get him to admit to such an obvious untruth.
"Sir," she said, "my husband isn't a drug dealer. We are here on the island for our honeymoon. We don't know anyone on the island, I swear."
The chief stood, adjusted his pants, and walked to the opposite side of his desk. Once there, he leaned on the edge of the desk only inches from Jill's face. He reeked of stale tobacco. "I understand your beliefs young lady," he said, "but believe me, your husband has told a different story. But I sympathize with your problem. A young, good-looking man like him would fare very badly in our prison system. Do you know what I mean?"
Jill began to cry. Her mind raced. She saw Brad being sentenced to a long prison term and suffering rapes and other violence towards him. She put her head in her hands and began to sob.
She felt the man's hand stroking the hair on the back of her head. As disgusting as that felt, she was thankful for the show of tenderness by the man. Then he spoke.
"You are a good wife. Most women would not come here to try and help their husbands. But I assure you, it is nearly useless. After what he has confessed to, I would have to put the whole of my power behind letting him go. I just don't see how I would be able to do that."
Jill looked up at the man through her teary eyes. Here was some hope. "Please," she begged, "you can help us. Please help us."
"I shouldn't have given you hope, miss. It is not the type of situation that you would be able to deal with. Decisions would have to be made immediately. Please, I must get back to work." With those words, he began to walk away from her.
Jill panicked. "Please. If it's money, I'll give you all that I have."
"No, it's not about money. Several men would have to agree to let your husband go. Of course, it would start with me. But, others would have to agree."
The young bride's mind swirled. What could he mean, she asked herself. Before she had time to think, she began talking. "Anything. Just tell me what to do. I need him out."
The Chief went to the door of his office and summoned several plainclothed policemen. He spoke to them in Spanish and then turned to Jill. "Go with these men for a moment. They will bring you back."
Jill stood on wobbly legs and walked out the door. Three of the men escorted her towards the jail area. As the walked past cells, prisoners began to whistle and jeer at the sexy blonde in the short skirt. Jill turned her big, blue eyes towards one of the cells and saw a prisoner began to mimic a masturbating motion. Several others stuck their tongues out as if licking her. One of the detectives took her upper arm and pulled her closer to him as if for her protection. She was terrified.
