A Knight in the Ville

But something itched at Craig Jones, and it was an itch he couldn't scratch...until now. As he pulled into his driveway and shut the car off, Craig glanced at the briefcase and thought about the paperwork inside. The smirk returned to his fat, sweaty, red-cheeked face. 'They all turned on me. Now it's time to make them pay'. Craig exited his car and waddled up the sidewalk. He weighed well over three hundred pounds, and the effort of walking tired him quickly. He went inside to his study, opened the briefcase, and carefully laid the paperwork on his desk. He then began sorting through the files one at a time. One file caught his eye, and a frown came across his face. 'Best to use caution on this one' he thought. He shuffled the files together and locked them in his desk. Craig Jones was making his return home to Sistersville. He had planned it for Alumni Weekend, when there would be plenty of people in town. Yes, his return was going to be one that the citizens of Sistersville would never forget! 'The more people there to witness it, the better.