Simpsons Porn Story: Bart Simpson Outcast Chapter 2

Simpsons Porn Story: Bart Simpson Outcast Chapter 2

Bart had been in the hospital for three days, and they were awful.

The most dorkish of policemen asked him all these weird questions, and even the most painful one.

Where ya from, son? He asked.

Bart shifted in his bed, Springfield.

What state? Asked the man.

Look, who the hell cares! When am I going to get out of this rathole?

The policeman crossed his arms, Lookie here, Mr. Simpson. Around here we dont take kindly to people insulting us. Its just plain rude.

Bart sighed out loud.

The policeman went back to his flipbook.

Continuing on, shall we? Where ya headed to?

Bart shrugged, Anywhere.

The policeman laughed, Well, well; we have a vagabond here. Thats a first.

Bart grumbled something under his breath rhyming with bucking kick.

What was that? Asked the policeman.

Bart sighed, again, How much longer will this take?

An hour later, a nurse came with Barts things, cleaned though.

Now, when youre done getting together come by the nursing station so we can discuss your medical insurance.

Bart froze.

Medical insurance? What for?

The nurse laughed, To pay for your bills, silly.

Bart rubbed his hands against his face.

IAlright, be just a minute.

The nurse nodded and left.

Bart watched her leave and then frantically put on his clothes and then went to the door.

Looking from side to side, he quietly walked out of the hallway and was making his way to the double doors that said, exit.

Wait a minute, sir. Sir! Called the nurse after Bart, unfortunately, though, Bart was out the door.

Outside, Bart seemed to get his barrings better and he saw the sky was clearer than he remembered.

Walking east, in the back alley of the hospital, Bart was amazed to see the alley was cleaned.

This must be one of the Flanders birthplaces. Bart remarked.

Walking still, he paused when he saw a rotweiler walking out in front of him.

The dog took one look at him and then went back to his usual sniffing.

Where the hell am I? Bart thought.

One thing was familiar and unforeign to Barts ears: a Police Siren.

Looking behind him, Bart saw a police car containing the same hick cop.

Dammit. Bart said out loud. He then went on a full on sprint down the alleyway as the car chased after him.

Meanwhile, downtown, inside Dicks Bakery, Ashley was decorating a cake when three guys came in and hollered to Dick in the back.

Hey Dick! You gotta check this out! Irvs chasin some boy down in the alley!

Dick put down his newspaper and joined the lot out of the store.

Ashley stopped her decorating, seeing how her boss was gone, she decided to do what she wanted.

Going outside to the back of the store, she fished out one of her Newport Cigarettes and lit one up.

Thank God for the distraction. She said to herself in satisfaction.

Halfway through the cigarette, however, her moment of peace was interrupted as the same guy she found three days ago, came around the corner looked from side to side and then spotted her.

Putting two and two together, she quickly realized that Irv was probably chasing this guy.

Tossing her cigarette away, Ashley made a quick attempt to the door but was stopped as the guy had his hand on her shoulder.

Wait! Can you hide me please? Some stupid hick cop is after me.

Ashley, having grown up in Arkansas was offended by the term Hick.

No, get lost! She replied back and elbowed the guy in the ribs as she made her way back into the shop and locked the door.

Bart, never having been hit by a girl, felt surprised by the blow. Looking behind him, he saw the officer out of his car and his gun pointing at Bart. Behind him a number of onlookers were cheering the cop on.

Chapter two: Caught, Courted, and Homed.

Standing before the judge in an unairconditioned room, Bart felt like this was dj vu all over again.

The judge, which was a woman, took a look at the report and then looked up from the paper at Bart.

Mr. Simpson, you understand why were all here today, correct?

Bart sighed, Yes, maam.

The judge nodded, Alright then. I see here on your record that youre not new when it comes to the court system. Eight years ago, you were exiled from the city of Springfield in The Judge turned to the bailiff, Henry, we gotta get some new ink for the printer, remind me will ya?

The Bailiff nodded.

The Judge turned back to Bart. Mr. Simpson, seeing as how you evaded the police, failed to provide any insurance for your hospital and ambulance bills, I hereby declare that youll pay off the amounts with community service. George here is in need of a bag-boy at his grocery store. You will work there until the debt is settled. As for housing, the Berkmans are willing to take you in and are ordered to report to the police if anything is out of order or if you fail to be at their home no later than eleven o clock. Am I understood, Mr. Simpson?

Bart nodded, Yes, Maam.

The judge then banged her gavel and the bailiff came over and undid Barts handcuffs.

A stern looking man, who reminded Bart of Principal Skinner in Springfield, accompanied by a breath-takingly beautiful woman; came up to Bart.

Bart, Im Roger Berkman, this is my wife Arianna. We are happy to have you in our home.

Bart nodded.

While youre with us, we want you to be mindful of our rules. Number one, no drinking, youre underage as we understand. Number two, no smoking.

I dont smoke. Bart said.

Mr. Berkman nodded, Alright then. Number three, no lady friends over unless you talk to either of us. Is this going to be okay?

Bart sighed, outloud, and nodded again.

Mrs. Berkman smiled, Well then, lets show you to our home.

The trip to the Berkmans house from the courthouse took only ten minutes. When they had arrived, Bart marveled at the house that they had.

A plush, white, two-story house, with red trimmings, a weather vane, and a four car garage.

Mrs. Berkman noticed Barts gaping mouth. Quite a house, isnt it?

Bart nodded.

I got it out of my retirement penchant after retiring from the Army. Are any of your family in the military, Bart? Roger asked.

Bart shook his head, My Grandpa was in the Army during World War II, but other than that no. Bart knew that he was lying. But telling this man about Homers dishonorable discharge from the Naval Reserve, would probably earn him less trust from the man.

I also did a year in a military academy when I was ten. I graduated.

Roger smiled as he opened the door to the house, Ever consider going for the real thing? Youre old enough now.

Bart shook his head, I tried. I had an accident when I was fourteen, which ruptured a disk in my shoulder. They told me operating on it would be risky.

Roger nodded, Sorry to hear that.

As they entered the house, a young boy came sprinting down the stairs.

Is he here? Is he here? Exclaimed the kid.

Both Roger and Arianna separated to reveal Bart.

Bart, this is our son, Nathan. Nathan, this is Bart Simpson. Barts going to be living with us until hes able to pay off his bills.

Nathan smiled big, Cool! Come on up, I need someone new I can beat at Halo 3! He then grabbed Barts arm and pulled him as Nathan ran up the stairs.

Dinners at seven, boys! Called up Arianna.

To be continued

A/N: I know it seems rather slugish of me to be going at this pace, but Im trying to get my barrings and also write up an outline for this story at the same time.

A/N II: For those of you who know the Bad boy in a square town who falls in love with the pretty girl routine, youll find yourself finding this much to that group.

Q-n-P

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