1. The Eighteenth Amendment


    Date: 10/11/2018, Categories: Historical, Author: kornslayer1, Source: LushStories

    I walked up onto the boardwalk on a bright summer day, just heading to work. I calmly walked down the boardwalk as several others used it to get where they needed to go in New Jersey in 1928. Unfortunately for me, I needed to keep a close eye out. "Pay no attention to me, I'm just a simple man that operates a barber shop," I whispered, entering my place of work, wearing a white work shirt and tan pants. I walked in and shut the door. "Good," I muttered, strolling towards the back. I made my way back there passing the chairs, mirrors and the rest of my barber supplies. I looked back towards the front door and saw people walking by, but not looking inside my shop. I opened the door in the back and quickly entered. "So, how are we doing?" "Good, we have several barrels waiting to sell, sir," a male worker replied, rolling a barrel towards me. He put it up onto its end and I leaned towards it. I grabbed a cup as he opened the barrel up. I brought the cup down to the barrel and filled it up. I took a drink. "Yes, a superb taste and always plenty of people willing to break the law. How much do we have that's ready?" "Come and see," he invited me, strutting back into another room. I got sight of my ten workers brewing alcohol and loading it into barrels. I looked towards the side and saw at least twenty full barrels. "Nice, and has anyone asked any questions?" "No, we've been careful, sir. We still have the federal government agents that are looking for anything suspicious. ...
    Luckily none of them have come in here to investigate." "Good, but make sure we keep this away from them, and on the people willing to pay for it. We could all go to jail for this." "I understand, sir." "Sir, someone is here," another worker panted. "Who?" "A woman, she is asking for you by name." I clenched my fists and walked to the door. I shut it and calmly made my way to front where I found a brown-haired woman sitting in one of the barber chairs. "How do you do?" I pondered, strolling towards her. "I'm fine, thank you for asking." "What can I do for you? You do not seem to need a shave." "No, I certainly don't, sir," she replied, getting up. I saw her stand at about five foot nine, wearing a brown dress that showed her shoulders. I swallowed and felt myself sweat slightly too. "I was wondering, that maybe you, Anthony Smith, could help me locate something," she mentioned, walking towards me. "May I ask, how do you know my name and what are you referring to?" "Well, how I know you isn't important, but I will tell you is: I need alcohol." I backed away marginally. "I'm afraid that is illegal. It is against the law to have or consume alcohol, Miss?" "You can call me, Margaret James. I know it is against the law, Mr. Smith, but I heard from a friend that you may be able to help me locate some." "Well, you have been misinformed," I answered, coming to her and putting my right hand onto her back. I shoved her towards the door and opened it. I pushed her out. "Please don't return ...
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