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A Day in the Life Ch. 01

By: lithium_pirate



Sofia reached under her pillow, searching frantically for her cell phone, trying to turn of the alarm before it could wake Him. Satisfied that it was silenced, she sat up in bed, stretching before yawning and swinging her legs over the side of the bed to the floor with a thud. She stood and quietly padded into the bathroom, shutting the door carefully. Glancing at herself in the mirror, she decided that she definitely looked as if she had a good time last night. She pulled out a towel and hung it over the bar by the shower, before turning on the water. Reaching out a tentative hand, she checked the water temperature before stepping into the shower. 

A small sigh escaped her as she let the warm water relax her tight muscles. After washing her hair, she soaped a washrag and began to clean her body, making sure to get every part of her. Setting the washrag down, she picked up her razor and began to shave, hesitating slightly before shaving her slit completely. As hard as it was to do so without cumming, it would be even worse if her Master found stray hairs and decided they needed plucking. 

She turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, toweling off quickly before stepping over to the sink and finishing her makeup and hair. Turning off the light, she took a second look around to make sure she had cleaned up after herself before going back into the bedroom. She crossed silently to the bed, wearing nothing but her collar as she knelt between His legs, admiring His sleeping form. She leaned down, wrapping her lips around His shaft, sucking Him gently at first, then harder when she heard Him moan the first time, meaning He was awake. She soon just relaxed and let him maneuver her, enjoying the feeling of His hands entwined in her hair, guiding His hard cock in and out of her mouth, His balls slapping against her chin as He used her. She felt His cock begin to throb and knew by the moans coming from His lips he was getting close to His climax. A loud moan came from His lips as He came in her mouth. She was extremely careful to swallow every drop of His hot cum. As He finished, He ran a hand over her head, petting her a bit like a child petting a lazy cat. She smiled at His gentle caress. As much as she loved the rough side of Him, she loved this side just as much. "Good morning, kitten," He said, His deep voice almost a purr. 

She smiled up at Him and replied "Good morning, Master." She rested her cheek against His thigh as she waited for Him to wake up completely and give her orders for the morning. 

"Why don't you get dressed, little one, and get Eva ready for school. Then we'll have breakfast," He said. Sofia stood and kissed Him before dressing in the clothing He had picked for today; glad He had chosen something comfortable for her, because she was taking her class on a field trip today.

Walking quietly down the hall, she opened the door to her daughter's room. Eva was quickly approaching her eighth birthday, but to herm other she looked far older. Sofia walked to the bed where her daughter lay sleeping. 

"Buenas Dias, Mija" she said quietly in Spanish, kissing her daughter gently on the forehead. While Sofia had raised Eva to be bilingual, her husband had never caught on. After laying out clothes for Eva and making sure that she was on her way to get ready for school, Sofia went downstairs to get started on breakfast. 

As she finished cooking, Eva helped her set the table. They sat around the table, and ate in companionable silence. After clearing the dishes, Sofia sent Eva off to get her backpack and turned back to doing the dishes, unaware of her husband coming up behind her. She jumped a little as He wrapped His arms around her waist. 

"I'll call you over your lunch today, kitten," he paused, taking a free hand to tweak her nipple a little and elicit a small moan "Oh, and I arranged for Eva to spend the night at your sister's so we could have the house to ourselves tonight. Rosita will pick her up from school and I think she is taking Eva and Ariel out for the evening, they should have a great time." Sofia shivered a little, knowing that He knew exactly what His warmth behind her was doing. 

"Yes, Master," she replied, her voice almost a whisper. He smirked and cuddled a little closer 

"Hrmmm... I should be getting off work around seven tonight, and I expect you to be dressed and waiting for me when I arrive. I left some clothes laid out for you on the bed." 

Sofia nuzzled Him and replied "Yes, Master. Thank you." 

He turned her to face Him, leaning down to kiss her tenderly, "I love you, Sofia" he said. She gazed up at Him, her face a mixture of raw emotion. Every time her named passed His lips, it was like drowning and being suddenly pulled up for air. Everything made sense and was whole. 

Her gaze never leaving His face, she murmured "I love you too, Master."

Eva came bounding into the kitchen and almost ran into the two of them. Her husband chuckled and squatted so He was eye level with Eva. He gave her a big hug before kissing her on the forehead.

"Be a good girl today, and Ariel and Aunt Rosie will pick you up from school." Eva squeaked happily. She loved spending time with her Aunt and cousin. He hugged her again while Sofia watched, kissing her on the cheek. 

"Te amo, Eva, "he said, using one of His few Spanish phrases. 

"Te amo tambien, Daddy" she replied. As He and Sofia gave each other a quick kiss goodbye, he gave her bottom a playful pinch and grinned when she yelped.

Sofia dropped Eva off at school and drove to work. She entered the building, and was surprised to be one of the first ones there. She worked as a Spanish teacher at a private school, teaching mostly the younger grades. Her morning classes couldn't go by fast enough as she waited for His call. Finally the phone rang. She picked it up and answered professionally even though she knew it would be Him "Good afternoon, Sofia Morgan speaking, how may I help you?" 

A familiar voice on the other end responded.

"Hello, kitten. How was your morning?" He said, His voice quiet.

"Good, Master. All of my classes were smooth and I was just about to start grading papers. How about you?"

"My day is going well, kitten, " He said " I can't talk long, but I just wanted to tell you I love you and that I left a surprise for you in the front of your bag this morning, and I expect you to wear it until I say otherwise. It may be best if you open it in the bathroom."

Sofia blushed and managed to stammer "Yes, Master."

'Good girl," he said, "Now have a good day. Your Master loves you."

"I love you too, Master" she said before hanging up the phone. She made a quick trip across the hallway and wandered into the staff bathroom. Locking the door behind her, she quickly dug through her bag before her fingers closed around something hard. A sense of dread and excitement filled her as she pulled it out of the bag. It was a new dildo, bigger than the one she usually wore under her clothing. The bell rang in the hallway, indicating the end of lunch. She would have to do this quickly. She reached under her skirt and pushed it completely inside her, unable to stop the small moan from escaping her lips. She walked back into her classroom and finished her afternoon classes smoothly before bolting to her car and driving home.

A Day in the Life Ch. 01



The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography.

Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas.

This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above.

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Part 1 - Prologue 

"This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Channel Two News!" yelled the lovely redhead reporterette as she stood in front of the State Office Building on the north side of Courthouse Square at 7:00am, Tuesday, September 8th, the day after Labor Day. "We are bringing you continuing coverage of the announcement over the Labor Day weekend by SBI Director Jack Lewis that he is running for Governor of the State on the Democrat ticket!"

We watched in the Major Crimes Division room as the television showed the taped announcement by Jack Lewis: "And if I'm elected, I can promise you that I will be cleaning up the corruption in this State, especially the corporate corruption of the super-rich such as the late Henry R. Wargrave!"

"Wow." said Detective Joanne Cummings as we watched. "And to think he wanted Mr. Wargrave to be his financial backer. Now... he attacks a dead man for corruption."

"That'll piss off Dr. Wellman." Lt. Tanya Perlman replied, referring to the President of the University, who had been a close friend of the late Henry R. Wargrave.

"Naah," I countered. "It's all scripted. Lewis is saying one thing on TV, then with a wink-wink and nod-nod behind the scenes, he'll take the checks of those same rich guys he's attacking."

"God, I hate politics." Captain Cindy Ross muttered. We turned back to the TV, as another clip of Lewis was being shown.

"I've been with the SBI for years, and have been proud to serve you as its Director these past few years." Lewis said to a crowd in front of Jacksonville State Prison. "But what happened to Lance Priemus, and his horribly painful death, has proved to us that the death penalty is Republican barbarism, and as your Governor I will end the death penalty in this State!" 

As the crowd cheered, Martin Nash said "That'll get the far-left liberals on his side." We all agreed.

There was one more clip, with Bettina asking Lewis about his lack of political experience. "Director, you've never held elective office. Why do you think you would be fit as Governor without that experience?"

"Bettina," said Lewis, "I think the American People and the People of this great State are tired of the professional politicians that are beholden to the lobbyists, the special interests, the big corporations. I have plenty of experience with the politicians of this State on both sides of the aisle, having run the SBI for these past few years. But I am not beholden to radical business groups that support the Republicans, such as the U.S. Chamber of Commerce..."

Bettina came back onscreen, live: "The Republicans have not yet announced their candidate for Governor, and with the Election a scant fourteen months away, they'll have to name someone soon. This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Channel Two News, and we will bring you any breaking developments as soon as we get them..."

"Sure you don't want to run for Governor, Commander?" asked Detective Theo Washington, flashing his 'movie star handsome' grin. It was well known in the Town & County Police Department that I'd been approached by the Republicans to make that very run, and I'd declined... just as I'd declined to run for Sheriff earlier, instead backing Daniel Allgood.

"Thanks, but no thanks." I said. "I would miss our morning coffee klatches too much." That drew some tepid laughter, so I said "And as you can see, my jokes don't get much laughter and they don't get better than that, so I think my career as a politician will remain on hold for a long, long time..."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Okay," I said, "if there is nothing else, that should do it for this morning." I was in my office with my leadership team that had come to be known as Crowbar's Angels: Cpt. Cindy Ross, Lt. Teresa Croyle, and Lt. Tanya Perlman. We'd just finished our daily morning meeting.

I noticed Cindy was glancing over at the matchstick Trojan Horse on the low bookshelf behind my desk against the wall to the desk's right. Then she looked at the red crowbar, the first one, hanging on the wall. "Commander," she said, "can I have an extra moment with you?"

"Sure." I said. "Lieutenants, let's try to keep everything in our Town & County as quiet as it was over the past weekend." Tanya and Teresa agreed with my sentiments as they got up and left the office.

"Don," Cindy said once we were alone, "I'm getting a weird vibe about that crowbar on the wall, like it's going to disappear if you don't hide it or lock it up."

"Oh really?" I said, peering at her and not at the crowbar. "Think someone is going to come in and steal it?"

"I don't know." Cindy said. "I'm just getting that vibe. And considering where that crowbar came from..."

"Yeah, I know." I said. The metal in that crowbar had come from melting down the rifle that had assassinated the child-molester, the evil Reverend Jonas Oldeeds. I got up, took the red crowbar down, and locked it in the small safe in the corner of the office to the back left of my desk, where I kept some papers, an extra badge, and a couple of extra guns and ammunition. The crowbar barely fit, but I put it in there and locked the safe.

"I have an idea for a replacement." Cindy said. "The red-painted crowbar that Thatcher left on Laika's body can go on the wall. It'll remind you and all of us that we still have work to do to bring Thatcher's partner to Justice."

"That's a good idea." I said. "And I'll bet you've already taken it out of the Evidence Rooms."

"It's in my office." Cindy replied. "I"ll go get it. I've secured my first blue crowbar, also..."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Meanwhile...

The brightly colored flying saucer sailed through the air, spinning rapidly as it descended toward the chains hanging from the spokes attached to a pole in the ground. Striking the chains with a musical-quality chime, the disc settled into the wire basket beneath.

"Great shot!" yelled one of the college-aged students.

"Thanks." said the young man who had thrown the disc. They were at Ronald Reagan Park on the northwest corner of Town, playing the Disc Golf course. Hole No. 6 was on the southern edge of the park, going through the line of trees towards the pin, i.e. the basket. Behind the basket the ground dropped off fairly steeply to the riverbank and the fast-flowing River itself.

"Okay, baby, it's your turn." said the boy to his girlfriend. She pulled the disc across her chest in front of her large breasts, then flung it out towards the basket. It caught some air and sailed over the basket, and over the embankment.

"Aw, Valarie," said the boyfriend, "you overshot it."

"Too hard." said one of the other players as they walked up to the basket. The girl went to retrieve her disc, her breasts bouncing under her tight, clingy t-shirt.

One boy threw his disc into the basket, joining the one already thrown in by the other boy from 75 feet away. "Okay, that's birdie for you and par for me--"

"AAAAUUUUUUGGGHHH!!"

They rushed to the embankment, where the girl was running uphill as hard as she could, screaming at the top of her lungs. 

"What is it? what is it?" yelled one of the guys.

"Look!" yelled the girl, pointing to the edge of the River. They looked down and saw what she'd discovered: a body had washed up along the bank, that of a naked young man...

Part 2 - Media Relations 

That morning, Tuesday, September 8th, I was sitting in the television studios of KXTC. With me were Alison Sweet and Chris King, two 18-year-old high school Seniors that were taking a Journalism class at County High School. Alison had dirty blonde hair, a wiry frame, medium-sized boobs, and a cute, sweet face. Chris was a redhead, darker red than mine, had a curious face, and a fairly athletic body. I suspected my son Ross might grow up to look a bit like him one day. (No, no family relations there.)

Being exceptional students, they'd aspired to ask Your Iron Crowbar to follow me and work with my Team for a few days as their class project. Since they were 18 years old, I agreed to do it after obtaining the requisite permissions from the Chief and Sheriff.

The first part was an interview of myself before a live studio audience... namely the journalism class itself. A TV screen was just offstage, and I could see myself on the right side of it in a chair, with the 'kids' on a sofa on the left (to my right). They were opening the floor for questions from the audience, and I'm happy to say they were good questions, better than the idiotic ones the real (adult) Press likes to ask.

"What is the difference between Vice and Major Crimes?" one student asked.

"Good question." I replied. "Basically Major Crimes, which we call 'MCD', handles crimes of violence against other persons, or crimes of large size. Some Departments have separate Homicide and Robbery divisions, but we're not that big. Vice handles the traditional vice crimes: gambling, drugs, prostitution. But they also will handle white-collar crimes such as fraud, embezzlement, financial-type crimes. If a petty crime such as larceny becomes a big one, such as grand larceny or grand-theft-auto, then MCD may get in on it. Often both branches work together, as there can be overlap."

"How is the Town & County Police leadership organized structurally?" asked one kid, who looked like he'd be a math professor one day.

"We have the Chief, the Commander and Deputy Chief, then six or seven Captains, the seventh Captain being a Chaplain." I said. "As Commander, I'm the Operations Officer. I handle the Detectives, the Uniformed Officers, and the officers assigned to Internal Affairs. The Deputy Chief handles administration and supply things, such as Personnel & Records, Physical Properties, and Public Relations... which includes you Media guys."

I continued: "The Uniformed Officers handle things you see in public, like police car patrols, speeding tickets, traffic control, accident investigations, controlling access to crime scenes and such. They usually are the first at any scene. The Detectives are in charge of investigations of crimes. They actually spend a lot of their time at their desks on the phone, investigating leads, questioning witnesses, and of course actually solving the crimes."

I went on: "Our Police Force has Detectives at a special level, between Uniformed Sergeants and higher officers such as Lieutenants. Some Departments, most of them, actually, will have multiple Detective levels, and often below the rank of Sergeant."

"How do you choose who gets to be a Detective? Do they have to go to school, or have experience?" asked another student.

"Some of both." I said. "I was in the Military Police before coming to the TCPD, and some of my younger detectives were also prior military." I was thinking not only of Hugh Hewitt and his fellow SWAT members, but also Detective Joanne Cummings, who was serving in the Army Reserve.

I continued: "Some officers who have served for years and investigated crimes will become Detectives, but many of those Officers prefer to become Sergeants, and they still do some investigating while continuing to be leaders of the Uniformed Police."

Another question: "Is your job like what they show on TV?"

I smiled at that one. "It depends on the TV show." I said. "Some shows are halfway accurate, and some not at all. At times, real life police work is more tedious and routine than television. Another thing that we have to do, that they don't always show on TV, is that we have to build a case to give to the District Attorney's office that will let them get a conviction of the criminal."

I continued: "It's not enough to know who it is, it's not enough to make an arrest. We have to collect and preserve evidence at the crime scene, we have to get witness testimony, we have to do things in what is called a 'legally defensible' way. It can be very interesting, but it can also be painstaking. TV shows don't always show that in the one hour they have in their programs."

Just then my police cellphone buzzed. I took the call, hearing Captain Ross tell me of a body found at Ronald Reagan Park. "Okay, guys, I'm afraid I have to cut this short." I said. "Alison, Chris, come with me. You're about to get your first lesson in crime scenes."

Part 3 - The Crime Scene(s) 

Alison and Chris had been given Police visitor badges which I told them to keep prominently displayed on their persons at all times. Wearing those, they were allowed to come with me inside the police cordon securing the crime scene.

"Lieutenant Perlman, this is Alison and Chris, who are following us around for their school project. Guys, this is my MCD leader, Lieutenant Perlman. Whaddya got for us, Perlman?"

"Like the old song says: 'down by the river-side'." Perlman replied in a sing-song voice. She led us down the embankment. Alison and Chris's eyes were wide as we approached the naked dead body. I began examining it.

"It hasn't been moved except for being turned over to examine his front side." said Tanya. "As you can see, he's either White or possibly Hispanic, early 20s. All body hair completely shaved off... head, eyebrows, eyelids, all body hair. His penis was cut off and put in his mouth. M.E. thinks that was done after he died. He was also shot in the upper chest and neck three times, small caliber bullets, and the M.E. thinks one or more of the bullets got an artery. More after the autopsy, of course."

"Slender build, not very muscular or strong at all." I said as I examined the body. "Were samples taken from under the fingernails?"

"Yes sir." Tanya said. "Also around the mouth and eyes. There are what look like chemical burns in splotches around his eyes, mouth, around the ears, and around his fingers and toes. Not enough to destroy fingerprints though, and the fingerprints are negative... this guy is not in our database, the SBI's or FBI's."

"Any idea of a time of death?" I asked as I sniffed around the face and head where the irregular splotches of chemical burns were.

"Martha the M.E. says that the body being in the water has messed with the rigor process, so she'll do more work at the autopsy. She also says the body was in the water for at least several hours, likely overnight. J.R. Barnes and I are thinking that the body was not placed in the River here but somewhere upstream, and it migrated to this spot. The rocks in the River and the currents tend to drive stuff towards this bank."

"Okay." I said. "Alison, Chris!" I called out. They came down. "Here's something we have to look at when investigating a crime scene. Why do you think I'm guessing this body was not dumped here, but was put in the River somewhere else and it floated here?"

"I have no idea, Commander." Chris said. Alison shook her head, almost overwhelmed by all she was seeing.

I said "Put yourself in the killer's place. There are no tire tracks on the disc golf course leading up to this spot. No real place for a vehicle, be it a car or golf cart, to get down here. So that would mean the body has to be carried and dumped here. Now there are a lot of other places along the riverbank much easier to get to than right here. So in addition to the evidence Lt. Perlman and her people are finding, I'm thinking that the body was dumped elsewhere and not placed here. Whaddya think, Perlman?"

"That's what Nash said." Tanya replied. "I put him in charge of the investigation, by the way."

"An excellent choice." I said. "Who called it in?"

"Those kids back there." Tanya said, pointing at the group of disc golfers, talking to Detective Martin Nash and the Uniformed officers watching over them. "They were playing disc golf and saw the body when retrieving a frisbee, and they called it in. We're checking up on their movements yesterday and today, but I'll be surprised if they're involved."

"One never knows." I said. "Alison, Chris, one of the most important things in a police investigation is to check out whoever reports the crime to the Police. It's not unheard of for the criminal himself or herself to call in the crime in an attempt to allay suspicion."

"And the Commander has solved a number of cases by following up on that." Tanya added.

Alison and Chris nodded and made notes as I asked Perlman "So, any reports at the Duty Desk of a shooting in the County last night?"

A voice called out: "Just one... but it was a woman."

It was Captain Cindy Ross, walking up to us. I introduced her to Chris and Alison, noticing Chris looking over Cindy... and Cindy looking over Alison.

Cindy then said "The Duty Desk got an anonymous tip fifteen minutes ago of a shooting on the West Side last night. Intersection of Jefferson Avenue and Riverside Avenue inside Town, just before crossing the bridge over the river to the bypass. There's a Quick Stop gas station next to a Hispanic nightclub, and we're just getting video of a shooting in the Quick Stop parking lot around 2:30am last night."

"Okay, Perlman, you and Nash wrap this scene up. I'll go to Headquarters and look at the film of the other crime." I said. "Alison, Chris, want to stay here or come with me?"

"With you, Commander." Alison quickly said, eager to get away from the dead body.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Sitting in Classroom 'E' was myself, Alison, Chris, Cindy, Detective Teddy Parker, and Supervisor Myron Milton. He began the video as he spoke.

"This footage is from a streetlight camera at the intersection of Jefferson Avenue and Riverside Avenue." Myron said. Riverside Avenue was the north-south street to the east of the River, the road that leads in front of Police Headquarters and behind City Hall, then down to Jefferson and Martin Luther King, Jr. Avenues. "It's not all that clear."

I watched. There was a group of Hispanics in the parking lot. A white and maroon van partially blocked the view, but I saw what was an altercation beginning, and people milling about in a circle. One man was very angrily gesticulating at a woman in a dress and high heel sandals, from what I could see on the video.

Then the guy extended his arm, there was a small flash of light and the woman crumpled to the ground. Then the guy leaned over and two more flashes of light showed where he shot her twice more. After more movement in circles, the body was put into the back of the van and everyone quickly hauled out of there.

"Anything better than this?" I asked.

"The guy behind the counter at the Quick Stop said the video cameras at his gas station weren't working." said Myron. "Technician Walker examined it under the warrant we'd secured to get the tape, and said the equipment was in working order. We think the guy destroyed the videotape, as the one in the machine was blank and unused."

"What did he say about the altercation?" I asked. "Don't tell me he said he didn't see it."

"No sir, he said he saw it." said Parker. "He told us that there were about eight people in the parking lot, some that had been in the van, and some in another car. He says he looked out the window when he heard shouting. A man was shouting and screaming at a woman, and she was trying to calm him down, trying to hug him and kiss him. Then he pulled out a gun and shot her. The shooter and another guy put the woman's body in the back of the van and left. Everyone else ran back to their cars and fled in them. His descriptions were pretty vague all the way around."




A Day in the Life Ch. 01



"I'm sure. Why didn't he call the Police?" I asked.

"He said he was told not to by one of the people in the parking lot. He said he feared for his life." said Teddy Parker.

"Uh huh." I said. I wanted to say he might be fearing a red crowbar soon, but I didn't utter that out loud with Alison and Chris in the room. "Anyone look in the parking lot for any bullets?"

"Yes sir, but nothing found." said Parker.

"What about the nightclub next door? To the east of the gas station? Any cameras there?"

"We got their footage of the parking lot." said Myron. "One camera got a bit of it, which you can see in the left edge of the frame." He showed me that footage, which was also distant and vague. 

Myron said "We're still processing other street cameras in the area, hoping to get a plate of the van or car that fled the scene. Captain Thompson of Precinct Two has officers canvassing the area, and will have more tonight to see if anyone saw anything."

"Captain Ross?" I asked. "Gang activity? Drugs?"

"Hispanics have been trying to move in and gain a foothold in Town." said Cindy. "Teresa-- er, Lt. Croyle has been monitoring their activity. They haven't had much luck getting into the predominantly Black areas of the Tenderloin District, but they've set up a couple of clubs on the lower West Side of Town, right around the area of this shooting. This is the first we're seeing of any potential criminal activity or drugs at this particular intersection, though."

"No female bodies found anywhere?" I asked.

"No sir." said Parker. "Precinct Captain Thompson did alert his officers and all the other Precincts' Duty Desks to be on watch for a body, but nothing so far.

"They may have it on ice somewhere." said Cindy. "They thought enough to take it with them, so they might destroy it."

"How would they do that?" asked Chris King.

"Several ways." I said. "I won't get into the details, but they could put the body in a barrel and use strong acids. We recently had such a case. Or... and get ready for some squeamish stuff... they could dismember the body into many parts, and dispose of them in a lot of ways. Leaves a mess at the place they do that, though. Ross, put out word to all the Precincts to be on the lookout and make calls to industrial places to watch out for large pools of blood and such stuff."

"Wilco." Cindy replied. Chris and Alison looked at each other in shock. Welcome to my police world, I thought to myself.

"Ross, who did Perlman put in charge of this case?" I asked.

"Washington and Parker." replied Captain Ross. "She doesn't know that yet, since she's been working with Nash on the other case."

"First of all, I thought I heard Perlman say that Torres should be on this case also, since she speaks Spanish." I said, giving Cindy a big hint. "Also, tell Perlman she has two cases to manage, and to not get too absorbed in one or the other."

I looked at Chris and Alison, then said "Two lessons in leadership here, guys. One is delegation, the other is not to get tunnel-vision in one place and not see your overall arena. I'm delegating to Captain Ross to administer that lesson to her subordinates, and I'm also overwatching the whole situation."

"If I may ask," said Chris, "how do you guys juggle all this stuff in your head?"

Cindy piped up: "For me, I don't try too hard to know all the little details. If I have a question, I ask my Lieutenants and they can ask their Detectives, and so on. General Officers don't need to know where every squad is digging every foxhole. However, the Commander here never forgets a darn thing and can keep track of every little thing. But he's the exception, not the rule."

"Kissing up to the boss." I said with a dash of humor. "Another managerial skill that Captain Ross is applying a bit too freely, here. Okay, Ross, let these journalists follow you around while I go do part of my job, which is to keep the Police Chief informed of what's going on in his jurisdictions..."

Part 4 - Working the Cases 

"Sorry to bother you, Detective Nash," said Alison as she came up to Martin Nash's desk, "but how will you start your investigation of this unknown person case?"

"Have a seat." Nash said. As Alison sat down by his desk he said "Right now I'm going over the Duty Desk logs for last night, to see if anything strange was reported. Maybe some kind of fight being called in, even reports of dogs barking. I'm also touching base with the FBI's Missing Person's Bureau, to make sure they don't have anyone missing that might be this body. We'll be getting video footage of the Park and the area around it, and I'll be checking the vehicles on that video and seeing if anything looks suspicious."

"Wow, there are a lot of cameras recording everything." Alison said.

"Not as many as I'd like." said Nash. "I do understand the balance between privacy and surveillance, and why some people are worried about it. But on the other hand, it can and does help us get murderers off the streets." Alison made notes of that as Tanya Perlman came up.

"Guys, the autopsy is going to start in thirty minutes." she said. "Alison, you should see one of these. It'll help you understand how we get evidence." Alison could not know that Tanya's smile was just a wee bit malicious in its nature.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The autopsy was being performed in the 'new' Morgue, which was in the basement of the Crime Lab building. Martha the M.E. was performing it. Watching from the side room through the glass were myself, Tanya, Martin, Alison and Chris. Chris looked fascinated. Alison looked sickish.

When it was over, Martha reported: "Male, black haired from what's left of the eyebrows as well as some hair follicles. Youngish, early 20s. Five feet six inches tall, about 135 pounds. One .22 Long Rifle bullet recovered from the chest. The fatal wound was a severing of the carotid artery in the neck, but that bullet passed through. No powder burns, so he may have been clothed when he was shot or the perp shot him from a distance of at least a couple of feet."

"Time of death?" I asked.

"Between 10:00pm and 4:00am last night. The body being in the water is making it more difficult to narrow down. I'm having some tests run to try to get you a better time." said Martha.

She then continued: "The hair on his head was shaved after he died: there are some scrapes on the head that didn't bleed. But the rest of his hair, all of his body hair, was previously shaved off."

"What about his male anatomy being cut off and stuffed in his mouth?" Tanya asked.

Martha replied. "That was done after death, also."

"How can you tell that, as opposed to him being alive when it happened?" asked Chris King. Martha explained how blood flows don't happen after death, and injured tissue reacts differently when alive than when dead. Tanya looked fascinated; Alison looked squeamish again.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Well, what do you guys think, so far?" I asked Chris and Alison as we sat in my office after lunch, my treat, at the Cop Bar. Cindy was with us, sitting on the sofa behind the students.

"It's been... eye opening." said Alison. She had not eaten much lunch after having seen the autopsy. Tanya and Chris's appetites had been unaffected.

"My question is: how are you going to solve the case?" asked Chris. "You don't even have an I.D. of the guy. Where do you even start?"

"Well," I said, " we have a fairly standard and methodical process that we've become very used to going through. It's pretty slow and tedious, though. This is not television, where they don't show the behind-the-scenes, painstaking and detailed work that leads to seeming magical results on the screen."

I continued: "What we are going to need is time. We need to see the Crime Lab's results. I am hoping someone will call in a missing person's report. We'll contact Confidential Informants, see if they've heard any rumors. I'm hoping we'll get a break, as well."

"Commander," Cindy said, "Lt. Croyle assigned Geiger to liaison with Parker and Torres on the gas station killing, and also with Nash on our 'John Doe'. If it's drug-gang-related, Geiger will help look into that."

"And that, guys," I said to the students, "is where MCD and Vice work together."

"Commander," said Alison, "why... why did they cut of that guy's..." She did not finish the sentence, nor did she need to.

"Oh, that." I said. "I'm not sure. Gangs sometimes do things like that to someone who betrays their gang, or as a warning to others--"

Just then I got a call from the Duty Desk.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Christina Cho and J.R. Barnes were excited as Cindy, the students, and I walked up to them at Ronald Reagan Park. It was about 100 yards north of where the body had been found, and was in the main grassy park.

"Sir," said J.R., holding a videocamera, "the walking path comes closest to the River at this point, so a car could be driven in. And going towards the River, we have some deep footprints, two parallel sets."

"Kids," I said to the students as we looked at the footprints of shoes in the soft earth, "what does that mean?" They didn't know, so I said "The deep footprints suggest either they were heavy or were carrying something heavy. Two parallel sets suggests they were carrying something between them. A dead body suggests itself to my police mind."

"A regular Sherlock Holmes, he is." said Cindy. Alison giggled. We followed J.R. and Christina to the riverbank.

"Watch this, sir." Christina said. She had a blow up balloon that simulated a human body, weighted down with sandbags. She let it go about six feet in the River, where the current would catch it.

We all watched as it slowly made its way down with the fast-flowing current. A number of minutes later it came to shore, alongside another dummy... and within three feet of where the dead body had been found.

"Excellent work, guys!" I said. "You videotaped this?" J.R. confirmed that he had. "Put it into evidence with the other Crime Lab findings. Good job!"

And then my police cellphone rang.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"I cannot believe they did this." said Cindy as we came into Classroom 'E'. Perlman, Nash, Parker and Geiger were already there.

"They did." said Martin Nash. "Sandra saw it and called me." Sandra Speer of the FBI was also Martin Nash's live-in girlfriend.

"You need to marry that woman, Martin." I said gruffly, in my best 'Chief Griswold' imitation voice. Cindy laughed. Martin's cheeks got a bit rosy, but he continued unabated.

"This was loaded to Facebook and Youtube this morning." Nash said.

The video showed the altercation at the gas station, shot by someone with their cellphone from the Club parking lot, at the edge of the gas station's parking lot. It showed several Hispanics. A muscular young man was behind the van with a woman, making out with her. Then another young man came to the guy, had him come to the side of the van near the driver door, and said something to him.

At that point, the young man began screaming and gesticulating at the woman he'd just been kissing, in English and Spanish, and she was trying to calm him down. Several people were around them. Then he pulled out a small revolver that had been tucked inside his belt and shot the woman. As she fell, he shot her twice more.

"Put the body in the van!" he shouted. This was done, then the van and a car hurtled out of the lots onto Riverside Avenue, going south.

"Do I even need to ask?" I said.

"No sir." said Nash. "We've run the plates on the van. Belongs to a company called 'Domingo Shipping' on MLK Drive. Precinct Captain Thompson is putting together a group to escort our Detectives down there."

"And the car?"

"Registered to a Carlos Domingo, address the same as the company." said Nash.

"And do I need to ask if the video is downloaded into our evidence servers?"

"No sir." said Parker. "Mary Milton got that and also a backup."

"Geiger, is this Domingo Shipping involved with drugs?" I asked.

"Not that we know of, sir." said Geiger. "But we're looking into it now... after seeing this, of course."

I turned to the students. "This, guys, is what we call 'our first break in the case'. Okay, guys, get with Mary Milton and run some facial recognition software on the woman that was shot. If Mary doesn't get anything, Martin, ask the FBI in your nicest voice if they can help us with that."

"Yes sir." said Nash.

Part 5 - Shipping and Handling 

The white man in a loose-fitting sportscoat and slacks and Hispanic woman in a better-fitting and matching jacket and slacks entered the door marked "Office" at the first warehouse of Domingo Shipping. A security guard was there.

"I smell pork." he said in English.

"That's right." said Parker. "Can we speak with the manager please.

"I don't speak English." the guy said in Spanish.

"Too bad," said Detective Diana Torres, also in Spanish. "Your manager, where is he?"

The language barrier defeated, the security guard yelled out for a man holding a clipboard. When the man came over, the guard told him in Spanish that the officers wanted to speak to the manager.

"Thanks, Dog. I'll handle this." said the man (in English). "I'm the building supervisor. The manager is not here. What can I do for you officers?"

"What's the manager's name?" asked Parker.

"Mr. Domingo. Manuel Domingo." said the supervisor. "He's the owner. He's out of town at one of his other locations."

"How many locations does he have?" asked Torres.

"Four." said the supervisor. "Here, Midtown, Rocky Ridge in the State south of this one, and a new location in Southport. He's there trying to get it set up right. But that's not why you guys are here, is it?"

"No." said Parker. "Is there a Carlos Domingo here?"

"Ah, he's the boss's son." said the supervisor. "He's the regional supervisor for this office and Midtown. He's in Midtown now."

"Got a number where we can reach him?" asked Parker.

"I'd have to get it from the office." said the Supervisor evasively.

"Are all your vans here?" asked Torres.

"We ship in trucks." said the super. "Half of the big rigs pulled out this morning to make deliveries. The other half have come in and are being offloaded into the smaller trucks. But we don't have any vans."

"That's curious." said Parker. "We ran some plates on a van last night. Says it's owned by Domingo Shipping, with this address. Are you sure you don't have any vans?"

"I'm telling you, man, we don't use vans." said the super. "If we have any, I don't know about them. You ever seen a van with our logo on it?"

"This one was unmarked." said Parker.

"You don't have any service vehicles to go out if your trucks break down?" asked Torres.

"Our drivers have a number to call to get towed if that happens." said the super.

"Mind if we look around the place?" asked Parker.

"I can't give you that permission." said the supervisor. "Only the manager can, and you'd have to have a warrant anyway."

"Oh we got that." said Parker, pulling out the folded piece of paper from within his sportscoat pocket. "We're authorized to search these premises for a van, a car matching the description of one seen last night belonging to Carlos Domingo, and to bring Carlos in for questioning. Sure he's not here?"

The super frowned. "Naw, he's not here. And you ain't searching this place, either. Dog! Get everyone up here."

The guard was moving to obey when a worker ran up. "Police are coming onto the grounds. Six cars!" A few seconds later, a Police SUV barreled right into the truck entrance of the facility. Precinct Captain Damien Thompson, a large black man, popped out. Other SUVs were outside, officers pouring out in tactical assault gear, ready for combat action.

"Is there a problem here, Detective?" Thompson asked.

"There sure is." said Parker. "We've got a warrant to search this facility, and the supervisor here is not being cooperative."

"I'll put a call in to Headquarters and get two more squads down here." said Thompson. Just then his radio crackled to life.


"Runner! We got a runner!" the radio said.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The young Hispanic man tore out of the office areas and out the back door. He was running at the top of his speed towards the back of the lot, running between trucks, trying to get to a breach in the fence which would lead to another property and to a busy street where he could try to hide amongst the milling people...

*WHAM!*

The black police officer had been an athlete in high school and was also fast. He had hurtled into the running perp at full speed, tackling him hard to the ground and landing on him. The force of the violent collision of bodies knocked the breath out of the perp, and he barely felt his arm being violently wrenched behind his back.

"This is Davis!" shouted the policeman into his radio. "I've got the runner, but I need backup, others approaching." Several workers, Hispanic men, were running to where Davis had the would-be escapee on the ground.

Two TCPD police cars rushed up, tires screeching as they braked and stopped between Davis and the other workers. Seeing the police backup, the other man scattered and ran in several directions as Davis applied handcuffs to his catch..

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

5:30pm, still Tuesday, September 8th. I was sitting in my office with Alison and Chris. I'd told Helena to leave for the day, so it was a knock on the door that first announced a visitor. It was ADA Paulina Patterson.

"Come on in," I said to the drop-dead-gorgeous black woman. "Paulina, this is Alison and Chris, who are aspiring journalists following me around. Guys, this is Assistant District Attorney Paulina Patterson."

"Hi guys." Paulina said. "Commander, I need to talk to you."

"If it's about this case, you can talk in front of Alison and Chris." I said. "They're following the case, so it'd be good that they see everything we do."

"Okay." said Paulina, sitting down next to Alison. "And I'll give more details than I normally would for their sakes. This afternoon we got a warrant to go to Domingo Shipping and find the van on the tapes last night, the car, and also Carlos Domingo if he was there. Our Detectives went in with Uniformed Police waiting outside as backup if needed. They were needed, and moved in when the supervisor at the scene became threatening. A man we think is Carlos Domingo attempted to flee the scene, and was taken down by Patrolman Davis."

"That you think is Carlos Domingo?" asked Chris skeptically.

I said "He had no ID on him, refused to give his name, and no one else would identify him out loud. We'll get him identified in due time, though."

"Yes." said Paulina. "The Police made sixteen arrests: every man who tried to run, the supervisor, the guard at the front door, and the two women in the office. Some of those that tried to run were Illegals; we've called ICE about them. They all yelled 'Fifth Amendment!' immediately, so we won't get anything from them. The supervisor and guard clammed up, demanded lawyers. The two women also demanded lawyers."

Paulina continued: "Everyone else was questioned at the scene. Citizens and legal immigrants were ultimately allowed to leave; we really don't have anything on which we can hold them. Captain Thompson was supervising at the scene. He said they found several black vans in the employees' parking lot, and one of them had been washed out pretty thoroughly. It had no license plate on it, either. All the vans were empty."

Another knock on the door, and Captain Cindy Ross came in without invitation, as was her privilege to do. "Oh, sorry to interrupt." she said.

"Come on in." I said. "Paulina's telling me about the arrests."




A Day in the Life Ch. 01



"I've got some more on it." Cindy said. "We had the entire K-9 Corps go through the entire property. Long day for the pups, but no drugs found, no explosives found, no guns found. One truck scheduled to go out had ammonium nitrate from Ward Harvester. The paperwork on it looks to be legit and in order, but you know we're going to dig deep checking that out."

"Yep." I said. "What else?"

"The guy in our holding cell now is definitely Carlos Domingo." said Cindy. "He's an American citizen, and his passport and fingerprints are on file. He was arrested while in college for disorderly conduct and misdemeanor drug possession, but nothing more serious. His father, Manuel Domingo, owns Domingo Shipping. He's not an American citizen; he's either Venezuelan or Bolivian, and the State Department is surprisingly unhelpful about clarifying that at the moment. At any rate, Carlos won't speak, and he demanded a lawyer from the minute he was arrested."

"Did he call a lawyer yet?" I asked.

"Nope." Cindy said. "He called his father. I'd imagine the father will get him a lawyer and will also come here himself. By the way, Domingo, the super, the guard, and the women are here at Headquarters. Everyone else is being held at Precinct Two."

"Good." I said. "Captain, tell Precinct Captain Thompson that Commander Troy looks forward with great anticipation to reading every officer's report as well as his own reports of the raid and the interviews of suspects. I also look forward to reading Detective Parker and Torres's expedited reports." That was a cluuuuuuue to Cindy that I expected my police officers to bust their asses to get their information to me in record time.

"Wilco." said Cindy, understanding most very fully. "If you'll excuse me..." With that, she exited the office.

"So what are we charging these guys with?" Paulina asked.

"The Illegals?" I said. "Evading police, improper documentation, the standard stuff so ICE can get them out of my jurisdiction. The other runners, evading police. The super, the guard, and Domingo? Suspicion of involvement in the murder of a Jane Doe victim last night. 72-hour hold."

"And the two office women?" asked Paulina.

"Let's get Torres and Perlman to interview them." I said. "Get them lawyers. If they clam up, hold them on suspicion of involvement in the Jane Doe case. Conspiracy, whatever works for 72 hours. If they talk, get their statements and let them go home."

I called Tanya Perlman on the phone. "Perlman," I said, "I want you to come get my young journalists and let them watch the interrogation you're about to make..."

Part 6 - Homefront 

"Calling them over and over is not going to make the lab results come any sooner."

The voice was Cindy Ross's. If looks could kill, my cousin would be dead. But she met my dagger of a stare with ice-cold clarity of vision and purpose.

We were in my office at 7:30pm. I'd just hung up the phone after calling the Crime Lab for the third time in three hours about the body found in the River, having harangued and badgered the hell out of J.R. Barnes. That prompted Cindy's remark. She was right, so I relented.

"Yeah," I said with a sigh. "You're right. Those lab results are critical, though. So, what happened with the interrogations?"

"Nothing." said Cindy. "The women clammed up. They started bitching about racial treatment of Hispanics, so I had them put in holding cells. They'll see their lawyers in the morning, as will Domingo and the other two guys."

"Okay." I said.

"I sent Alison and Chris home." Cindy said. "Nothing else is going to happen tonight; I'm shutting it all down until the morning. And that includes you, Commander Troy. The Chief is gone. Get out of here. Go home."

"As long as you walk out of here with me." I said, realizing that I was tired. 

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Daddy!" Carole happily cried out as I came into the Mountain Nest. Bowser barked happily as I picked Carole up and gave her a big hug. I reached down and petted Bowser, as well.

"Daddy, Jim is sick." Carole said as we went into the den, where Laura was holding little Jim, who was fussing and fidgety. "Mommy's taking care of him."

"Yes, I am." said Laura. "Why don't you and Carole have some supper."

"I'll take Bowser out first." I said, seeing my favorite dog looking up at me with hope and expectation in his eyes. "Carole, want to come with me and Bowser?"

"Yeah." Carole said. Going outside, I watched as Bowser sniffed around the property then went to do his business. As Carole watched her dog, I looked out over the Town as the sun was beginning to set. Two more crimes to solve so that we could continue to move towards keeping our Town safe from the monstrous Evil that was residing here, needing extermination...

Once back inside, I made supper for Carole and myself. As usual, Carole tried to feed the items she did not like to Bowser, who was happy to collude with her on this matter. Once I stopped that 'conspiracy' and got Carole properly fed, I was able to talk with Laura about Jim.

"He's got a bit of a cold, and the beginnings of an inner ear infection." Laura had said earlier. "We put him on some antibiotics. But it's hard for him to get comfortable."

Now she was saying that his temperature was down, but he was still feeling the effects of his illness.

"Poor guy." I said. "Why don't I hold him while you get Carole and Bowser ready for bed?"

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

2:00am, Wednesday, September 9th. I was in the reclining chair in the den, little Jim sleeping on his belly on top of mine. He couldn't be put down in his crib because his nose would stuff up and he couldn't breathe well, leading to him waking up, feeling pain, and crying. He also just couldn't get right with his mother holding him, but seemed to settle down with me. So father and son dozed together in the chair.

As I drifted in and out of a light sleep, I let my subconscious mind explore the myriad avenues of clues leading to the Consultant of Crime. I knew that something important was out there, but was eluding me. I thought of the past several months, of the things that had happened, the things I'd found...

"Oh, Commannderrrr..."

Uh oh. "Why are you in my head again, Angela?" I asked the voice.

"That Jack Burke was such a hot stud, wasn't he?" Angela's voice asked. Then I seemed to see her, on the sofa across from the reclining chair I was in. In my dream state, it was as if she was surrounded by flames, and she was riding Jack Burke's huge cock, taking his enormous size into her fur-fringed cunt.

"Ohhh, sooooo gooood," Angela intoned, her firm breasts bouncing, the hard nipples standing out. "Ohhhh, I wish I'd had this cock while we were alive... by the way, Commanderrrrrr... who else was Jack Burke fucking?" With that, Angela gave me an evil grin...

"Mmf, waaa-aahh" I heard as the vision went away. Baby Jim was waking up and becoming fidgety again. No, the house was not on fire, thank God. The flames in the image must've been the warmth from having Jim lying on me... or I had been watching Angela fuck the stud Jack Burke somewhere in the fires of Hell, where they both surely were spending their eternities...

"Okay, little man," I whispered, patting his back under the thin blanket I'd covered him with, "just relax, it's all good." Jim went back to sleep... his dad didn't.

Indeed, who could Angela have been talking about? And seeing her ride Jack Burke's big cock... it had seemed so real. Was she taunting me over Jack fucking Melina in our college days? That was a past life for me; I was long over it. Or maybe... yeah... someone else... Jack was fucking other women... and getting it on tape... 

Part 7 - Lab Results 

At 5:05am, I got into my Police SUV and began my drive to the Station. Laura had gotten some good sleep and was tending to a much improved little Jim.

I drove through the Town in the pre-dawn darkness, enjoying as always the sights of the Town by the streetlights in the quiet stillness before the new day instilled itself and the activity of a community began.

Pulling into the employees parking lot to the left of the Station as one viewed it from the street, I parked and entered the building by the side entrance.

"Good morning, Commander." said the young patrol officer stationed at the desk there. "The Crime Lab asked me to give you this." He handed me a folder with a copy of the results of the tests from the body in the River the previous day.

"Thanks, Patrolman Goodwright." I said. "Any other news?"

"Just that Captain Ross is already here." Goodwright said. 

I went down the hall and found Cindy in MCD, making coffee. "Don't tell me you had a sick kid, too." I asked.

"No," she said, "just got in an early workout. Who's sick?" I told her about little Jim.

"Aww, that's too bad." Cindy said. "Well, now that you're here: have you looked at the Crime Lab results yet? They sent us emails."

"Not yet." I said. "Let me go look at them now." I went into my office and sat down behind my desk. As I perused the information in the file, Cindy came in with mugs of coffee.

Cindy said "By the way, we got an ID on the body in the River. He was a 'Raoul Martinez', and a student at the University. The Campus Police got a call from his roommate yesterday evening when he didn't come home night before last, then never answered his cellphone all yesterday. They notified the 1st Precinct Duty Desk, who took their time getting the information to Headquarters, here."

"Hmmm, lack of efficiency. I'll have the Chief look into that, like he did with Precinct 3." I said, more interested in the lab results I was reading.

"So, anything good in the lab results?" Cindy asked.

"Take a look." I said, sliding the file across the desk. "Traces of bismuth oxychloride, beeswax, cyclomethacone. Also iron oxide and titanium dioxide."

"And these led to his death?" Cindy asked.

"Not directly." I replied. "But I think it proves my theory of what happened..."

To be continued.

Dear readers, you have the cluuuues. Have you joined the Iron Crowbar in solving these crimes? Solutions in the next episode!



A Day in the Life Ch. 02



Elise

Jack slowly opened his eyes. A predawn glow filtered in through the white curtains casting the room in shadows. White curtains? Definitely not his room. Two warm female bodies were pressed against him, one on either side. A few months back this would have scared the shit out of him but since meeting Alex, the unexpected always happened. Even still, two girls was something he expected from Alex. 

The previous evening rushed back to him. Brian. That asshole was the reason he had gone out with Alex in the first place. Jack hated Brian from the first moment he met him. The man oozed ego and asshole. More asshole than ego but he was the boss. Jack dealt with it, at least until yesterday. He winced when he remembered his harsh words. He called Brian a dick-less lazy ass then stormed out. He sighed. He would probably get fired when he walked into work today. Speaking of which; Jack's hand came up and he glanced at his watch.

"Shit!" Two soft murmurs followed his expletive and he gently extricated himself from the sleeping bodies. He pulled on his pants and glanced around for his shirt. His eyes lit on the bed and a male blond head peeking from the beneath the covers. Alex. He walked over and gave Alex's shoulder a light nudge.

"Get your ass up, Alex or we're going to be late for work." Alex opened bleary eyes and blinked a couple times.

"What the hell time is it?"

"Seven thirty." Alex's eyes rolled back and he groaned. He laid there for a moment then slowly got up. Jack pulled on his shirt and sat down to tie his shoes. He shook himself slightly to fully wake up. He started for the door, Alex right behind him, though slightly more groggy. As Jack negotiated traffic, Alex closed his eyes and drifted off. Jack turned to look at his sleeping friend and his lips twisted into a self deprecating smile. He bet if he were to ask Alex where the hell they were, he wouldn't know. That was Alex, living for the thrill, living for the sex. Jack sighed. He thought that he would never, could never be that way but hanging around with Alex showed him a side of himself that he never thought to see. Jack easily slid onto the freeway, following 45 down to 22. Cars sped passed them but Jack's mind was elsewhere as he drove.

It had been two months since his first ménage a tois with Alex. Two long months ago. Jack had thought that he was settled, that life was routine. He had thought wrong. Though he had known Alex a few months prior to the threesome with that sweet college girl, Jack had never even considered fucking one of Alex's "hotties". Jack normally did the driving and he stayed to himself while Alex did his thing. Jack pondered on what could have changed all that. Why that specific girl? In his mind, she was special, not Alex's normal goddesses, but a real woman. She may have been young but the maturity in her attitude and speech surpassed her measly 24 years. The sad thing was that through three long fuck sessions, no one was ever introduced. She had just been Miss Little Black Dress to him until she whispered, "Helene". Of course that wasn't until the early morning. The events hadn't seemed bizarre to him then but now as he looked back on it, he wondered what the hell he had been thinking. They had just met her at Long Beach State, taken her home and screwed the shit out of her. Then she made them breakfast and introduced herself with that soft whisper and the talking began.

They found out that she was working on to her masters. She wanted to be an artist though her family disapproved. She was from the east coast; her family normally hobnobbed with the upper class rich, the Vanderbilt's and the like. Jack gave a small laugh and wondered if they knew what their precious daughter was doing while she was away at school. Probably not. Jack hadn't wanted to find out about her background, he didn't care much for the rich. Or upper class, as she referred to them as. To him, there wasn't much of a difference; she was still going to school on her father's dime. 

Jack glanced at Alex again. Well, he couldn't say that he didn't hang around with the rich. Alex was probably as rich as she was. He never acted rich and Jack knew he took his money for granted. While Jack lived in a rinky dinky one bedroom apartment, Alex lived on the top floor of a high rise, corner penthouse. He had a bellboy that addressed him personally and a hell of a view of Long Beach. Before that, Alex had a six bedroom house in Lowetown. Alex decided to move to Long Beach for Helene but not because of any sentimental reason. He had moved for the sex. That had been alright with Helene because three weeks later she boarded a plane headed for home and never came back. 

During their usual meeting at Harry's Jack had inquired about her. Alex had just shrugged and said nonchalantly, "She's gone." Jack had raged at him then, angry on his behalf but his friend's lack of emotion took all the steam out of his argument. They sat there in silence and nursed beers until Alex got up and left. Jack followed Alex's departing back then stared at the empty doorway of Harry's. Alex's lack of emotion had never bothered Jack, rather it worried him. There were some issues that Alex hadn't coped with yet, some topics he avoided. Their friendship was still too new, Jack realized, for Alex to trust him beyond a telephone number and an address. 

Now, Jack could add a couple of ménage a tois' to the list of things they shared. Jack winced when he realized what little he knew of Alex and vice versa. That inner part of Alex never surface, rather he held all his emotions and feelings in tight reign. The strongest emotion that Alex exhibited was chasing his next lay and fucking her. His eagerness to get into any woman's pants never ceased to amaze Jack. As Jack thought more about it, he saw that he was beginning to unravel the mystery. For Alex, that was the only way he could live his life. The only way that he could actually feel alive, feel real. Somewhere along the way, Alex had gotten emotionally fucked over and this was the result. Jack would let sleeping dogs lie for now. It wasn't his place to condemn or question Alex's actions. For now, he would be the friend that Alex needed. Getting to fuck hot women was just a perk. 

As he pulled up to the curb of Alex's building, Jack felt his emotions churn. Was he becoming as calloused as Alex? Would they continue to use and leave these women? Jack didn't like to think that was what his life was amounting to, a string of easy lays. He was 36 now; he should be shopping for a wife, not banging someone else's. He turned off his car and sat there, Alex softly snoring in the passenger seat. He didn't want this lifestyle right now but a part of him, the part that missed out on all this when he was winning first prize at the science fair, wanted to hold on to it with both hands. He shouldn't like hitting up bars and colleges for women. He should feel disgusted with himself but the devil on his shoulder gave him the finger and Jack smiled ruefully. What the hell, you only live once.

"Why didn't you wake me, man?" Alex asked sleepily. Jack looked at the dash and winced. He had less than an hour to get home and change. Thank god Alex moved closer to him instead of further away. He also silently thanked Helene, even if she had been a bitch at the end. 

"I was thinking." Alex gave him a fierce frown.

"Yeah, well you better cut that shit out," he grumbled. "That's how migraines happen." Jack laughed in spite of himself. How could Alex hate to think and be one of the most successful brokers at Leland, Scott and Shimmel? Alex was probably missing the whole irony of it so Jack kept his mouth shut.

"I'd better get going," Alex said. Jack nodded and watched as he entered the high rise. Some things about Alex hadn't changed over the last eight months. Alex was a man of few words.

"What do you think?" Jack turned his head. 

"About what?" Alex pulled him aside and murmured, "three o'clock." Jack quickly glanced in the direction mentioned and rolled his eyes. Another girl. This one just as exotic as the rest. Why couldn't Alex just pick plain Janes? Why did he have to go for women that would never look at Jack twice if he were by himself?

"You're on your own," Jack said as he took a bite of his sandwich. Alex patted him twice on the shoulder and made a beeline for Miss Hottie. Jack watched as they strolled inside together. No doubt to find some linen closet or vacant room to have a quickie. Jack took in the posh country club and was sure they wouldn't have a problem finding a private room. Hell, Alex probably rented one of the bed and breakfast rooms that took up the west side of the building for this sole purpose. He was probably used to these tedious company picnics since he had been with Leland, Scott and Shimmel for almost six years now. 

Jack glanced towards the rolling hills of the Warbrooke Club's golf course. He didn't know jack shit about golfing and wasn't all that interested in learning. It didn't seem all that fun. Of course coming from a man that used to bowl five days out of the week, that was pretty bad. The hills were immaculate, the sand lots strategically placed, the green was well, green. It was gorgeous but Jack preferred trees to a well mowed lawn. Who the hell picnicked at a country club anyway?

When Alex had asked him to join, he thought, why the hell not. There wasn't anything he had to do on a Saturday so he might as well get some free food while he was at it. What he hadn't realized was that Alex had paid a plate price of 75 dollars for Jack. He only found out when he overheard a couple of the less fortunate corporate employees complain about the high cost of a few hors d'oeuvres and sandwiches. He was right along with them. Why the hell should he, or rather Alex, have to pay for this finger food? So what if the damn cook is French? Well, as long as the food was paid for, Jack would eat it. So far he'd eaten well over his share of food but he wasn't going to stop there. Even if he wanted to, his stomach wouldn't let him. His "meal" consisted of teeny tiny appetizers that did nothing but piss him off. He wanted to split and get a real man's meal of steak and potatoes but since he rode here with Alex, that was out of the question. 

Sighing, Jack started for the garden nestled to the left of the back deck. He might as well smell the roses while he was here, no pun intended. He wove his way in and out of waist high hedges and artfully arranged flowers until he found a small gazebo. The lattice work surrounding the quaint building served to give privacy to whomever wanted it. Like Alex, thought Jack with a tilt of his lips. He bent down and stepped inside the cool confines of the structure. It was when he tried to stand up that he realized this gazebo was meant for really, really short people, or children. He found a seat on the hard bench that encircled the entire gazebo and tipped his head back. The smell of at least fifty different flowers wafted beneath his nose and he inhaled the scent. He like clean air. He like the fresh scent of sunshine and spring. Unconsciously, his lips curved into a smile of delight and he relaxed.

"You look happy." The softly spoken words jerked Jack from his tranquil state. He opened his eyes and blinked, attempting to adjust to the dimness of the gazebo. Vaguely he made out the outline of a feminine form. A very feminine form, Jack amended when she shifted and her tits bounced.

"I didn't mean to startle you. You just seemed so happy that I wanted to share your secret." Jack couldn't make out her facial features but he didn't care. She had a voice that could make a man come in his pants. Her voice sounded like she was getting her pussy eaten and trying hard not to sound like it. He couldn't find any words to answer her question. Hell, what was her question?

"Uh..." he stuttered. "I'm..." He cleared his throat, what the hell was the matter with him? She could be someone's wife. Somehow that thought didn't calm him like it should. If anything, he found himself shifting to ease the rising pressure of his dick.

The husky laugh that followed his bewildered state had his cock at full mast and still going. He didn't think he had ever been this hard in his life. And from a voice! He hadn't even seen the package and he already wanted to fuck her. Jack casually adjusted himself and hoped she wouldn't notice in the dim light. Unlike Alex, Jack wouldn't jump on this poor woman before he got to know her. Seeing her would be nice, too.

"Guess you're still surprised. Or mute."

"Um, no, not mute. Just surprised," Jack replied. And curious, hella curious.

"So what's your secret?" Jack froze. Did she know his indecent thoughts about her?

"What secret?"

"I asked you if I could share in your secret for happiness because you seem to have one." His secret for happiness? He'd be very happy if she came over here and sat on his lap, or if she would let him put his face between her legs so he could taste her honey and hear that sexy voice scream out in pleasure. Of course he couldn't say that. Alex could get away with saying something that ridiculous to a girl he just met. Jack, on the other hand, might get slapped with sexual harassment for his effort, or just plain slapped. Either one would embarrass the hell out of him. He opted for, "There is no secret to happiness. What I might find delightful, you might find tedious. What you would consider as happiness, might be what I find disgusting." It was the truth. If he found fucking her from behind to be enjoyable, she might find it boring. If she found happiness in giving head, he might...hell, no he wouldn't. That would sure as hell not be disgusting to him. So it didn't always work in her favor but it sure as hell worked in his. She was silent for a moment than her velvety voice floated across the small confines.

"That's a very insightful answer."

"When you're as old as I am, you learn a few things."

"How old are you?" Jack grinned. He had said that for the sole purpose of finding out her age. It would have been rude to ask. He had too much subtly to suddenly be rude, no matter how much he wanted her.

"I'm thirty six," he said.

"Thirty six!" Jack smiled at the small exclamation. So she hadn't expected to find him that old.

"Hmmm," he murmured. "I'm a veritable old man."

"No," came the gentle reply. "I thought you were older. You're actually pretty young in my book." Young? How the hell was 36 young in her book? Jack winced. She had to be older than he was. Jack saw his fantasies crumble before his eyes. Ah, well. He wasn't hoping to start anything anyways. No matter how much Alex's influence held sway, he couldn't just let himself go like that. Well, not unless he was stupid drunk like last night. 

Too drunk to remember that today was Saturday and that no one worked on Saturday. He hadn't realized until he actually went to work. When he noticed the empty parking lot and locked doors he realized that he was an idiot. He was only glad no one was around to see his embarrassed blush. Yes, a grown man of 36 could still blush.

Knowing that she was a harmless old woman, Jack relaxed. "Thanks. My mom thought I was pretty young, too." She laughed, immediately catching his joke. He smiled, she had a quick mind. It wasn't everyday he found someone that enjoyed his dry wit. Sometimes it was way above their heads. Explaining a joke really took the fun out of it. They talked for a good ten minutes before she got up. 

"I had a really great time talking to you." 

"Yeah, it sure beat the hell out of that boring...I mean social picnic," Jack said. She laughed again. He actually had a Freudian slip that time but laughed with her. 

"Thank you so much, uhm...?" He heard the question in her voice and frowned. They had never been fully introduced yet. 

"Jack. Jack Santini." 

"Santini? You're Italian?"

"I better be or my mother's going to have to explain why Giovanni is one of my middle names," Jack said dryly. She gave a small laugh.

"Infatti? Io ho ventuno anni." Jack's jaw dropped. She spoke the language like she had been born to it.

"You're Italian too?" Her chuckle came out more like a purr.

"No. I was tutored." Jack jumped when he realized that she was standing right in front of him. Than the meaning of her words sank in. Twenty one. This quick minded, Italian speaking, sexy voice toting woman, no girl, was only twenty one. Fifteen years his junior and she had caught every one of his jokes and made a few dry ones herself. Because of her age, he knew he should leave her the hell alone and stick to real woman but something within him began yearning. Suddenly, he found himself wanting to know more about her. Wanting to verbally spar with her, Jack bombarded her with questions in his native language. She answered each one flawlessly, her accent impeccable. She sounded a hell of a lot better than some Italians he knew. Hell, with that husky voice, she could probably make German sound sexy.

"Wow. You speak Italian very well. At least conversational Italian," Jack murmured.

"Hmmm, my tutor said I have a natural affinity for languages and picking up words." Jack grinned. He had a few choice words for her. Cock being one of them. His cock, in her mouth. He almost groaned at the thought. He didn't know what was a more antagonizing thought; her giving head and him being deprived of that sweet voice, or her not giving head and he was deprived of well, good head. But he would get to listen to her talk. Or moan and whimper and...

"Are you okay?" Jack cleared his throat. His voice was hoarse when he spoke again.

"What?"

"You made a sound. Sort of like you were in pain," she said in a worried tone. Jack shook himself. Get a grip, man!

"I'm fine. So, you know my name, my age and all I know is your age. Care to indulge the rest?"

"Elise." Jack rolled the name around on his tongue silently. He liked it, it suited her.

"Elise like in Fur Elise?" He saw her head move slowly up and down.

"Yes. My father loved that piece. I prefer Moonlight Sonata myself."

"Who's your father?" She delicately cleared her throat.

"My father is Roger-" She was cut off as a figure appeared in the doorway.

"Jack?" Jack almost groaned. Alex's sense of timing sucked. He heaved a sigh.

"Yeah, I'm here," Jack said regrettably.

"I was thinking about heading out. Are you-" He cut off as he noticed Jack wasn't alone.

"Uh, sorry, did I interrupt....?" Alex didn't finish his sentence but the question was quite clear. Jack wanted to rile, hell yes you interrupted, but bit his tongue. 

"No, Mr. Montgomery, you did not," Elise said crisply. She stood up and started for the doorway. As she passed him, she whispered, "Minchia." Jack laughed aloud and got up to follow her out. 

In the sunlight, he studied her. She was rather plain looking and he smiled at that. Her face held more youthfulness than her age. Instead of 21 she looked like jail bait. Her face was elfin, her eyes large, the warm brown color turned amber as she tilted her face to look at him. His gaze dropped to her lips which were a rosy pink. Her lips weren't full or poutey but they weren't thin either. To him, those lips were a perfect medium. Her chestnut brown hair was twirled into a neat bun at the base of her neck. Though her dress left a lot to be desired in color and style, she filled it out to perfection. At least the top of her did. It was kind of hard to tear his eyes from her chest. She was amply blessed for someone so young. More than a C cup if his guess was any good. Again, her tits weren't too big or too small but just right. Jack couldn't stop grinning as he realized she was absolutely perfect. 

Jack watched her eyes as she gave him the same thorough once over that he had given her. When her lips tilted up at the corners, he knew she found him just as attractive.




A Day in the Life Ch. 02



Thanks for the edit Secret Lit!! 

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My name is Sarah. I am a nymphomaniac.

I love sex the more the better. Unlike a lot of women I am not overly concerned with penis size. If you have one, I make it hard and make it work for me.

There is nothing I like better than a hard cock slamming into my wet pussy and I find all sorts of creative ways to get men to fuck me.

I work for a construction company in the office for the project manager. This allows me a lot of chances to connect with hot men and woman. Hey! Sex is sex where ever you can get it and no sex is bad.

My job duties sometimes include flying around the country putting in bids or maybe even going out into the field training a new superintendent on our computer and communications system. I also, of course, deal with vendors of products and services we use in our business.

Today for instance I had to go out of the office and spend part of the day with the new millwright superintendent. I showed him our system and how to request various documents he will need. A millwright, for those who may not know, are people trained to set up machinery at mills. This is a precise work and has to be done exactly right or it can be costly to repair any mistakes.

My boss, the project manager, is very understanding if I take a little extra time out there because I always make sure he is well satisfied before I go.

Sex with him is a frequent thing. Quickies, blow jobs, and hot sweaty long lasting sex are the normal routine for us. We have an understanding and since he is so hot looking it is no hardship to fuck him regularly. Often times we will invite other single men or women off the job to join us for a working lunch which includes sex.

The new superintendents name was Rollie Sampson. He hadn't stopped by the office for me to take a look at him so I wasn't sure what to expect. I had a nice tingly feeling in my pussy because there is always a chance I might get lucky when working out of the office.

I am of course required to wear safety gear when out where the building is going on. My normal clothing is short dresses and fuck me heels for this reason I have gone to considerable expense to have just the right safety gear special made for me. My shoes are still heels but have a special steel toe which our company requires and of course they are leather. My hard hat which is another requirement is bright pink. After all if a girl is dressing for walking through a large group of hot looking men she wants to get noticed. What better way than with a pink hard hat? This also attracts the attention of any bi-sexual or lesbian women employed by the company. Which is another check in the plus column.

I grabbed my small clutch purse as I headed out of the office. In it I keep a good supply of condoms and other items needed for hygiene. Like the Boy Scouts my motto is be prepared. You just never know when a chance for sex will occur.

I poked my head into my boss, Bill Hager's office and told him I was off to help set up the millwright shack. Each discipline or job type has a small portable office out on the site that each superintendent uses for his paperwork and for meetings with his crew. If the new superintendent is not a computer whiz I generally go out and teach them enough about a computer to get them by. On rainy days the men often gather there and wait for a rain shower to end to go out and get back to work. Most larger companies like ours require workers to show up and wait four hours to give the weather time to clear. If after four hours it is still raining they are allowed to go home for the day. I have had some really great times during those four hour periods, but those are stories for another day.

Bill winked when I told him I was off and said to have a good time. As I said before he knows me well and knows if the chance comes up for sex I will take it.

I left the building and started strutting across the job site. Heads turned and I enjoyed the looks and whistles the workers were giving me. Actually I put a little extra swing in my hips just for that reason. Yes, I am slutty. I admit it. It makes me wet and horny to know guys look at me as a sexual object. I don't consider this degrading at all like some women do. If your sexy and pretty and guys let you know it I say enjoy it while you still look that way. No matter how much botox or plastic surgery you get sooner or later you will get old.

I reached the new portable building for the millwright office and pulled the door open. A young guy stood there putting together a table. On one side of the room sat a desk with a computer and some file cabinets nearby. I lifted my foot to the step which caused my skirt to ride up almost to my crotch and noticed his eyes aimed directly at the thong I was wearing. His mouth dropped open and he started blushing. He is what I call "fresh from the farm". In other words not real experienced in sexual matters. 

I enjoy a guy like that once in a while because you can teach them so much and they are eternally grateful. You have to be careful with them because they fall in love easily. I am not the sort for a long term "Til' death do us part" person, but who knows maybe one day after I have sewn my wild oats I might be.

I met his eyes and smiled. I said hello and told him I was looking for Mr. Sampson. He finally closed his mouth and smiled back and told me he was Brian, a carpenter and was just putting the table together. I assured him I would wait. I sat down in the office chair and we chatted while I waited for Rollie to appear.

I asked if he was hired locally or one of the many workers who follow the company from job to job like Bill and I do. He told me he traveled with the company but this was his first job with Bill as the project manager. We talked about the area and different restaurants we had tried. It was a nice friendly conversation and I noticed he spent most of the time looking at my breast. My top was low cut with lots of cleavage. I found a couple of chances to bend down while facing him so he could get a good look down my top. I had to wipe the dust off my heels after all.

Sometimes a man is afraid to approach you on the job because of sexual harassment problems so if I am interested I will make sure they know it. Brian seemed really nice and I liked him so I casually mentioned that I wasn't married and hoped to find some time to hit the local bars while we were in town. Right away he said he would be glad to play escort for me if I needed one. I slipped him my business card with my work and cell phone numbers on it and told him to give me a call sometime and we would go partying.

The door of the shack opened and a older man stepped in. He saw me sitting at his desk and raised his eyebrows. He walked over and offered me his hand.

He asked if I was Sarah from the office. I told him yes I was and that I was sent to help set up his office and to teach him the computer system. He said he was glad for the help and then turned to Brian and asked him if he had finished putting the table together. Brian said yes and left quickly. I guess he was afraid that Rollie would report to his boss that he was hanging out and talking instead of working.

Once Brian was gone Rollie explained to me that he wasn't very computer literate. Smiling at him I explained that I would be glad to teach him anything he didn't know.

Rollie was tall and nice looking. He had wrinkles around his eyes and you could tell he had put in a lot of hours working out in the weather. His work clothes were a button down shirt and khaki slacks. They were neatly pressed which lead me to believe he had a wife at home and I asked him if his wife was enjoying the area and had they located somewhere to live. He told me he wasn't married and I laughed and told him most men didn't show up in pressed clothing. He told me he took his clothes to the dry cleaners and they ironed them for him. His hair was gray and so were his eyes. I noticed they seemed to be stuck at breast level also. The tingling in my pussy kicked up another notch. I could feel myself getting wet.

I like sex a lot but I also need certain things to make me want to have sex with a man. He has to be clean and decently dressed. I am by no means a snob about fashion I just like for someone to look the best they can with the clothing they have. Their hair should be cut short and their fingernails clean. Other than that I am not to picky.

There was only one chair in the office at that time. I am sure more would be added as time went by. Different companies who offered machinery we needed would stop in and try to sell Rollie their equipment. Right now I wanted to see Rollie's equipment so I set about making that happen.

Girls let me give you a clue about older men. They can go forever. Most all of them take forever to cum so I knew if I got Rollie going I was in for a good fuck. I am not sure if it is decreased sensation in the penis or if it is just an age thing but as a woman who loved and craved sex it is a good thing.

I asked Rollie if it was a good time for me to give him a lesson and he said that yes it was and that Bill had contacted him and had him clear his schedule so there wouldn't be any interruptions to our lessons.

I told him to have a seat and we would get started. I reached over his shoulder after he was seated and showed him how to boot his computer. He smelled like the aftershave my Grandpa always wore. I liked it.

I made sure my breast touched his shoulder as I leaned over to show him how to start the computer. I noticed he moved slightly so that my breast rubbed against him again. I leaned down further so that my face was even with his and got a whiff of peppermint. I said you have been eating peppermint haven't you. He replied, guilty as charged, and reached up into his front pocket making sure his arm brushed the side of my breast. My nipples instantly got hard as rocks. His eyes were glued to them. He offered me a piece of peppermint and I took it and popped it into my mouth making sure to lick my lips in the process. It was the kind that melted right away. He glanced up into my eyes and I could see the gleam which always means a man is horny. They get a certain look sort of sleepy and sultry.

He looked down at my heels and asked me didn't I get tired of standing in my shoes. I told him that I usually didn't do a lot of standing in them as I usually sit at a desk most of the day. He glanced around the office and said laughing, I don't have an extra chair for you but I guess you could sit on my knee if you want. I could see the surprise and excitement in his eyes as I eased onto his knee.

He asked me if I always sat on someones knee when asked and I laughed and told him only if I liked the person and squirmed a little getting comfortable. He said I was making him horny as hell. I told him that maybe he was concentrating on the wrong thing. He knew I was game for whatever he wanted at that point.

Right away he put his hand on my hip and began to rub my leg. I eased my legs wider so he could move his hand higher on my thigh. By this time my pussy was soaked. I moaned softly and he asked me if I liked that. I assured him I did and he told me to stand up for a minute and walked over and locked the door to the office.

He came back and gestured for me to have a seat in the chair. Once I was seated he leaned down and whispered in my ear. He said that he wanted to fuck me. He stood up and I leaned back into his hard cock rubbing my shoulders against it. He moaned and his hands slid down my chest to my breast and began to fondle them. The blouse I wore was like most I own and had elastic around the neckline which was close to being an off the shoulder one but not quite. It was loose enough that he was able to slide it down and expose more of my bra and breast. Right away he noticed that my bra opened in front and was quick to unfasten it and let my breast pop out into his hands. I wear a DD cup so his hands were full. He squeezed them and began to roll my nipples with his fingers. He reached down and pulled my blouse over my head. He began to tug at my nipples and by this time I was totally relaxed and leaned back with my legs spread.

He asked me if I had ever had sex with someone old enough to be my father and I said that I had. His reply was that I was a naughty girl and needed to be spanked. Now, spanking is one of my favorite things. There is nothing that can compare to a light spanking and some hair pulling to bring out the slut in me. I assured him that I was indeed a very bad girl and he was probably right I did deserve a spanking. He grabbed my arm and hauled me to my feet. He turned the chair to the side and sat down and reaching around me unzipped my skirt and pushed it to the floor.

I shrugged off my bra and stood there in my lace thong. His response was to groan and pull me close. I could feel his hair against my stomach as he reached up and tugged on my nipples more.

Suddenly his voice took on a sternness and he told me to bend across his knee. I pretended to be reluctant but laid myself across his knee as commanded. He rubbed his hand across my ass in a caress. That is when the real fun began as he began to talk to me and spank me. He smacked my ass and I jerked and tried to get away but he held me fast on his knee. After smacking my ass hard several times he paused to rub and caress it letting his fingers slide between my legs feeling the wetness there. I could feel his hard cock rubbing against the side of my hip and I deliberately moved so that there was pressure against it. He moved to increase the pressure and I could tell he was enjoying it.

He continued to spank me and finally ripped my thong off of me. His hand would smack me and his fingers would fondle my pussy each time. I was squirming with delight. My breast were rubbing and swaying against his legs and every once in a while he would reach under me to tug on my nipples and squeeze my breast.

I began to whimper and moan and hump back against his fingers. My ass felt like it was on fire. It hurt and burned in such a good way. He stopped and I squirmed to indicate I wanted more. He said for me to just hang on. He lifted me up to stand and then he drug the table which Brian had put together over near us and laid me across it with my ass in the air. He sat down in the chair pulling it right up to my exposed ass. I continued to moan and groan with pleasure as he licked my pussy from behind. Thrusting my ass back towards him his hands continued to work my pussy, his large fingers going in and out. I was dripping with wetness. His mouth and hands were all over me. Spanking, rubbing, licking and tugging until I felt myself almost cumming.

I was so ready to get fucked good and hard. He told me he didn't have a condom with him and I quickly reached out and grabbed my purse which was on the desk next to the table and reached behind me and handed him one.

I could hear him rip it open and the sound of his zipper easing down. I would have liked to put it on him myself since that is one of my favorite things because it gives me a chance to perform oral sex on a man. (I love oral sex both giving and receiving)

He spoke gruffly to me and told me to sit on his lap and I eased backwards with his hands guiding my hips onto a nice hard cock. I felt stuffed with his hard shaft deep inside me. It was nice and fat. His hand were on my hips and he raised me up and pushed me back down again. I leaned back into his chest and he told me to ride him. I began to raise up and down rapidly on his cock making groaning noises each time.

He thrust with his hips each time I stared down and between us, pounding his cock into my wet pussy. His hands were gripping my ass and helping me up and down.

After a few minutes I stood up and turned and straddled him on the chair. Our mouths met and we kissed long and wet our tongues meeting and mating like our bodies were doing. I began riding up and down his nice hard cock again while he tugged on my nipples. I could feel the pressure building as we fucked like maniacs.

He reached around and smacked me hard once in a while pulling me closer so he got full penetration. He grabbed my hair and brought my mouth to his once again and kissed me. He continued to talk to me telling me to ride him harder, how tight and wet my pussy was, and how long it had been since he had a great piece of ass like mine. He also told how much he was enjoying it and how he would fuck me so good I would be back for more. He was right I would. It seemed to last forever although it was probably forty minutes or so. It had been a long time since I had enjoyed a long lasting hard fuck. However, I could tell he was getting ready to shoot his wad and began to move faster still. He reached down between us between my legs to my clitoris and began to massage it. I began to shake and quiver and drenched us both with my juices. He gave a hard thrust and a shout and shot a load of cum into the condom.

He gently kissed my lips and spanked my ass one last time. His hard cock was still inside me and I slid it back and forth once more which caused my pussy to spasm one last time. We were both breathing hard and I was very relaxed and leaned into him.

He told me that that was the best sex he had ever had, and that he would love to fuck me again and have more time for it. I told him I would make sure he got the chance and laughed.

We rested just a moment and finally separated and taking my clothes I walked to the bathroom of the office and got dressed. When I came out he had put the table back against the wall where it had been and straightened his clothing also.

He smiled at me and told me to hang on he would be right back. He walked out of the office and shortly returned with a folding chair and offered it to me to sit in. He said if I sat on his knee again we would never get any work done. We both laughed and I sat there the rest of the morning and taught him everything he needed to know about our document control department and how to get what he needed.

When we parted at lunchtime I told him if he needed any help of any sort to give me a call. I passed him my card with my numbers and he asked if that meant night or day and I said both.

About a week later I got a call from him asking for help ordering a blueprint he needed. I went out to help him and gave him a quick blow job since we both were pressed for time but he is coming over to dinner on Wednesday night and I know I will get fucked good that night. I can't wait!



A Day in the Life Ch. 02



The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography.

Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas.

This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above.

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Part 8 - Interrogations 

"This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Channel Two News!" screamed the lovely redheaded reporterette from the street in front of Police Headquarters at 7:00am, Wednesday, September 9th. "Channel Two News has learned that the Town & County Police Department has obtained information overnight that should lead to the solution of a body that was found at Ronald Reagan Park yesterday morning, and also a shooting that occurred near the intersection of Jefferson and Riverside Avenues. KXTC reached out to Commander Donald Troy, but he declined to comment, citing the ongoing investigation."

"Speaking of the Media," I said as we watched in MCD, "where are my aspiring young journalists?"

"Right behind you, Commander." said Alison Sweet as she came in, Chris King following right behind her. "Sorry we didn't get here sooner."

"That's okay. And you'll definitely want to be here this morning." I said. "We're going to put these two crimes to bed, put some criminals in jail, and then have a little celebration dinner... though this one might be just a pizza party at my Cabin."

"You've solved it?" asked Teddy Parker incredulously.

"Did you guys not get my forwarded email of the lab results?" I asked.

"Uh, yes we did." said Detective Joanne Cummings as she stared into her computer laptop screen. "And yes sir, I think I see where this one is going."

"Yep." said Tanya Perlman as she looked over Joanne's shoulder at the lab results. "We probably should've seen this one yesterday, even before these results came in."

"I... I don't get it." said Parker, looking at the lab results.

"What was your major in college, Parker?" asked Cindy Ross.

"Criminal Justice." said Parker.

"If it had been Chemistry, like the Iron Crowbar here," said Ross, "you'd have had a chance to see it. As it is, this is one the ladies will see before the guys will. Alison, Chris, take a look."

The students looked at the results. "Ohhhh." said Alison. Chris remained befuddled.

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I was watching from the darkened anteroom as Parker and Torres interviewed Carlos Domingo. In the anteroom with me were Cindy Ross, Tanya Perlman, Alison and Chris, and Timothy Geiger from Vice.

Domingo's Chase, Lynch & Berry lawyer was also in the Interrogation Room, doing the talking, as Carlos had taken the Fifth and so could not speak.

"Your client is on tape shooting a woman at the scene of the crime." said Parker. "We have facial recognition technology confirming this."

"I have several good people that will testify that Carlos was at a party nowhere near that crime scene at that time." the lawyer said in a smooth but oily voice. He was an older man, Hispanic, graying hair over the ears, and wearing very expensive gold-framed spectacles. His thick mustache was also graying in the middle but not the edges... suggesting some coloring around said edges.

"Your technology is wrong." said the lawyer. "So where is the body of this woman, eh? Where is the gun used to shoot her? I have multiple witnesses. You have absolutely nothing." The lawyer was getting a smug look on his face.

"So where are these witnesses?" asked Parker. "Why haven't they come forward to exonerate your client?"

"You will learn of them at the proper time." said the lawyer. "Now if there is nothing else, I demand you release my client immediately."

"That's not going to happen." said Parker. "He's going to be charged with murder. He'll be arraigned later this morning. Now if you have witnesses, tell us who they are so we can ask them about it. If you have proof of his innocence, now is the time to tell us about it."

"We do not have to prove anything." said the lawyer. "It is for you to prove my client's guilt, which you cannot do. Again, no physical evidence. The time-stamped tapes are vague and unclear. The Facebook tape is not timestamped and will not be admissible in Court. Again, where is this person's body that you claim was shot and killed?"

I knocked on the glass. Parker came to the door and I told him and Diana to come out of there. We went down the hall to Classroom J, where I began speaking.

"Okay, guys, I'm going to have ADA Patterson give you some very serious training on interrogations." I said. "But until then, let's let them sweat for a few minutes in there. I'm fully expecting this guy's father to show up--"

No sooner said than the Duty Desk Sergeant knocked on the door and looked in. "A Manuel Domingo is here. He's angry and is demanding we release his son immediately."

"Ask him to go into Interrogation-A, and I'll be there in a minute." I said. "Alison, Chris, you go with Parker back to the Interrogation anteroom. Parker, wait until I get back before going back in..."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

When we got down there, Domingo had refused to go into Interrogation-A, and was all but threatening my officers. His lawyer was with him, trying to calm him down.

"Mr. Domingo, I am Commander Troy." I said to him. "How can I help you?"

"Where is my son, you filthy cabron?" the man snarled. He was short, with a balding head and a mustache, and he acted like a thug who owned the world.

"If you'll step into this room, I will explain everything--"

"You will shut your fucking mouth and you will release my son!" the man shouted, putting his (index) finger right up into my face. I stopped Cindy by handing her my red crowbar.

"Hold this, would you, Captain?" I said. "And give me a couple of minutes alone with him. This way, Domingo."

"You do not tell me what to do, cabron!" the man snarled. I grabbed him and pushed him towards Interrogation-A. Cindy stopped his legal beagle from following. Sergeant Rudistan opened the door to Interrogation-A and I pushed Domingo through it, and Rudistan closed the door behind us, leaving us alone.

"You son of a-- UHHK!" Domingo said. I had rushed him, slamming him against the wall. I grabbed his shirt collars in my fists, using my knuckles to pressure his neck, cutting off blood flow and air.

"Shut the fuck up, you piece of dog shit!" I snarled into his face, looking down at him. "You do not come into my Police Headquarters and demand anything of me. You do not come into my Headquarters and put your fucking finger into my face! You show me some fucking respect, or I will beat the living shit out of you!"

With that, I released one collar, bunched my fist, and slammed it hard into the man's soft midsection. He was bent over, gasping and coughing. He had not learned, as he said "When I am done with you, you will be lying dead on the street-- UKK!" I slammed my fist into his midsection again. He bent over, vomiting onto the floor. I pushed him down to his knees.

"You will be the one lying dead, and right here on this floor in your own puke if you say another word, shit eater!" I snarled. Grabbing his collar at the back of his neck, I pulled him back to his feet. I opened the door and violently pushed the man outside into the hallway. 

"Get this piece of garbage out of my Headquarters!" To the stunned lawyer, I said "What do you have to say?"

"I apologize for my client's anger." said the man. That was a much better start. "He is simply worried about his son."

"He'd better be worried. Very worried. I said. "His son is about to be charged with murder. Now are you here to see the son?"

"That would be best, if I could see him?" the lawyer said, seemingly unfazed by any of what was going on around him.

"Sergeant Rudistan, take this lawyer to see Carlos in I-1." I said. "Desk Sergeant! Get someone to clean up the fucking mess in I-Alpha." I looked around, seeing that Manuel Domingo was still in the entrance lobby, which irritated me.

"And why is this piece of shit still in my Headquarters? Did I stutter when I said to kick him outside?" Officers rushed to get Domingo out of the building before I had the chance to take the red crowbar back out of Cindy's hands...

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"You okay?" Cindy asked me as we went back down the hallway.

"Yeah." I said. "Had to teach that bastard some manners, though. And it was more than that; I had to show him who the alpha-dog is around here, and it ain't him. It was a matter of manhood."

"You men and your pissing contests." Cindy said as we passed by the door to Vice. I looked inside, seeing everyone assigned there busily working at their desks as Cindy continued: "I think you defended your turf pretty well, but speaking of pissing contests: you could've pissed in his face and made a bigger mess in I-Alpha."

I laughed. "I'll keep that one in mind for the next time that bastard gives me shit." I said.

"So what's next?" Cindy asked.

"Let's get this wrapped up." I said. "I wasn't kidding. It's time to charge Carlos with murder. Let's get Paulina out of her office."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"They're arguing in there." said Parker as he, Torres and the students watched. "We can't listen in, as it's privileged, but it's pretty heated."

"All right, guys." I said. "I've got the tapes loaded, and the lab reports here. Alison, Chris, watch this closely. I'm going close this bastard out, once and for all." I again handed Cindy the red crowbar, then followed Paulina into the Interrogation Room, Torres following me. All conversation in the Interrogation room immediately ceased.

"All right, guys," I said as I sat down next to Paulina, "this is Assistant District Attorney Patterson, and I am Commander Troy. I will re-read you your rights, Mr. Domingo." I did so, then had Torres repeat the words in Spanish. Domingo refused to acknowledge the rights had been read, but since he'd taken the Fifth, I could understand. I just said "Let the cameras and record show that you've been re-read your rights in English and Spanish, and that you have legal counsel present."

"What is the point of this, Officer Troy?" asked Carlos's Chase, Lynch & Berry (CLB) lawyer.

"You know my title is 'Commander', Counselor." I said to him. "I suggest you show me the respect of using it. And the point of us being here is to make it official: Carlos Domingo, you are being charged with the first-degree murder of one Raoul Martinez, a human being."

"Who the fuck is that?" asked Carlos. The other lawyer, who had come with the father Manuel, bent down and whispered something into Carlos's ear.

The CLB lawyer tried to keep his voice smooth and condescending as he said "What is this silly business? First your Detectives were saying Carlos murdered a woman. Now you say some man? This is ridiculous and I demand you stop this charade and release my client!"

"Not gonna happen." said Paulina. "Commander Troy has put together a case that just might get your client the death penalty."

"Stop it, stop it!" intoned the CLB legal beagle. "I am so tired of these shenanigans from Officer Troy. Bullying innocent people in his custody, exercising police brutality on Bryan Thatcher, and now this browbeating of my innocent client."

"Are you finished with your crap?" I asked levelly. "If so, I'll get down to business showing my case."

The lawyer leaned back as if ready to hear a contemptibly false story. "Okay, where is the body of this person my client supposedly killed? Where is the gun? Where is your evidence?"

"The body is in my morgue in the basement of the Crime Lab building." I said. "He was pulled out of the River yesterday, after efforts were made to hide the fact that Raoul was a man pretending to be a woman. Let's watch some TV, shall we?"

I pressed the remote and the TV came on, showing the Facebook video. "The person who shot this video has given us an affidavit and will testify as to the time of the taping. It will match the other time-stamped tapes showing the same thing. You may try to have it struck as evidence, but I think it'll be included."

I played the video, then stopped it at a point where Carlos was kissing the woman. "Carlos!" I said, "here you are kissing another man! Oh, he may be dressed as a woman, but that's a man, Carlos! Are you a ho-mo-sexxxx-ual, Carlos?" Carlos's face was beet red, and I could see anger was welling up inside of him. I knew Cindy was going to be pissed at me for that, also, but I had a case to solve and resolve. I played more tape.

"So here one of your buddies comes up and whispers something to you." I said. "Oh, we know who he is and we have a warrant out for his arrest, and I'm willing to bet he'll turn State's Evidence and testify against you, Carlos. And what will he say? I'm willing to bet he's going to say he told you that this 'woman' you'd been dating actually was a man... a transvestite."

I played more tape, showing the shooting. I said "It's a funny thing... we can see where the wounds are.. and they match where the male in my morgue was shot. So I'm betting this so-called woman was holding out on sexual intercourse, but he wast giving you really juicy, wet blowjobs, am I right? So you were letting another guy suck your cock, Carlos?"

"Stop badgering my client." said the Chase, Lynch & Berry lawyer.

"Badgering?" I said with a sardonic laugh. "Are you frickin' kidding me? What's going to happen when Carlos's father finds out that his son was dating a tranny fag? What'll happen when everyone Carlos knows finds out about this? And you say that *I* am badgering him?"

Carlos's face was no longer red with anger, but much more pale with fear as he realized his predicament. "What... what can I do--"

"SHUT UP!" screamed the CLB lawyer. "You've pled the Fifth!"

"Perhaps, Carlos," said the other lawyer, much more quietly, "you should name me as your legal counsel and ask this gentleman to leave." The CLB lawyer was almost gasping, but said nothing. Carlos just nodded, then turned to me and said "He's my lawyer now." The Chase, Lynch & Berry lawyer got up to go, and I could not resist taking a shot.

"Another lost client." I said. "And no police brutality of him at all, dontcha know?" The lawyer looked daggers at me, then left.

"I need a moment with Carlos." said the lawyer.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

In the anteroom, there was almost an explosion, which ultimately boiled down to one question:

"So the guy in the river was the woman Carlos shot?" gasped Chris.

"Yep." I said. "The two cases are really one. The lab report confirmed that traces of eyeliner and lipstick had been found on Raoul's body, as the the bismuth and titanium compounds are ingredients of makeup. It's pretty clear what happened-- oh, they want us back inside..."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"What can we do?" asked the lawyer, his voice nearly a whisper. "What is the best we can do for my client?"

"Second degree murder." said Paulina. "Act of passion. Twenty years without parole, or twenty to life with possibility of parole in less than twenty for good behavior, but risking longer than twenty."

"What about keeping this quiet?" said the lawyer. "If my client takes that, can this be kept from becoming public?" Paulina looked at me.

"If you plead guilty at the arraignment this afternoon," I said, "then maybe, just maybe, we can get this past the Media. But I can't promise anything at all. If the Media gets onto it, there is nothing I can do to stop them from reporting on it."

"Can you conceal the details of... of the nature of the victim?" the lawyer asked.

"No." said Paulina. "We're not going to publicize the lab reports or police reports, but they'll be there if the Media happens to look for them."

"If you plead guilty," I said, "my report is simply going to say you murdered Raoul Martinez, and I'll put as few details into it as I can get away with. ADA Patterson will be working with the judge on the plea agreement. But the bottom line is that you confess to the crime, plead guilty at the hearing, take your 20 years, and then we go from there."

"And you need to understand that the judge may not accept a plea deal." Paulina said. "Usually they do, but they're not required to. All I can do is present it to the judge and hope it works out. But it's your best shot. Go to trial, even take time to let this linger, and the Press will be all over it..."

Part 9 - Solution 

At 5:30pm, the pizza party commenced at The Cabin. Laura had called to excuse herself, saying that little Jim was feeling much better but still needed to rest and be monitored by her.

Present at the party were: Alison, Chris, Teddy Parker, Joanne Cummings, Theo Washington, Tanya Perlman, Timothy Geiger, Cindy Ross, Paulina Patterson, and myself. Teresa Croyle and Martin Nash had previously-made appointments. Also present were my mother Phyllis, Chief Bennett, J.R. Barnes and Christina Cho of the Crime Lab (who I practically had to kidnap to get her to attend), and Molly Ross Evans, Cindy's sister and heavily pregnant with my child.

"Wow, that was just amazing." said Alison to Cindy and Molly within my hearing. "How did he put that together? Does he do things like that all the time?"

"He'll talk about it in a few minutes." Cindy said. "And yes, he does things like that all the time. This case actually was relatively easy, compared to some that he's solved before."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"So Mom," I said as she passed by, "I haven't seen much of you in ages. What have you been up to?"

"Up to no good as usual, as you would say whenever I asked Elizabeth that." my mother said with a teasing grin on her face. "But seriously, I've been doing some babysitting of my new great-grandchild, finding handsome young men to... uh, ah, to 'date'... and visiting with friends, chatting with them. Completely uninteresting to men like you."

"Yeah, right." I said, grinning. "How's that new baby situation going to be resolved?"

"Oh, Jeanine will have him, and take him up to Lake Amengi-Nunagen when she's feeling stronger. She's still not one hundred percent after that very tough delivery, you know." Phyllis said. "Todd has been spending time with the baby, and will hope to have some custody of the child, especially when he reaches school age. Todd has full custody of little Doug, you know, and I'm helping with that when I can. Teresa has also been very motherly towards little Doug, which I'm very glad to see."

"Good." I said. My mother then excused herself to talk with Cindy when my partner came into the room. I used the opportunity to get some pizza and talk with Tim Geiger. Opportunities for Vice Detectives to talk with the Commander directly were fewer than either side would like, so I got Geiger to open up and talk about a few of the drug cases he was working on. Fortunately, there was not much traffic into or out of our Town & County.

"Commander," Geiger said, 'it may be a huge coincidence, but we were just looking into Domingo Shipping as a possibility for some backdoor smuggling. Not much, probably not drugs but contraband, but this murder case may have nipped their operation before it even got started."

"That's very possible." I said. "I'm sure you're going to keep looking into them. Even if they close off the pipelines, you guys might get onto something that leads us to other perps."




A Day in the Life Ch. 02



"Yes sir," said Geiger, "that's what we hope to do. I have to say, sir, and this is not just kissing ass... with you and Lt. Croyle running things, it's a lot more fun in Vice than it used to be. It's nice to actually get to be a policeman like I always wanted to be, without the politics and looking over my shoulder."

"Thank you." I said. "I understand. But tell me this: do you know of any underhanded stuff Sharples was doing before he got kicked to the kerb?"

"No sir." Geiger said. "I heard you say once that he colored within the lines, but barely. And that's really what it was with him. If he was doing anything outright dirty, he hid it well. He might have been behind that diamond smuggling caper that you busted, but you'd never be able to prove it. He seemed to be more into the 'cop on the take' routine for corrupt businessmen than anything else."

"Any names of those corrupt businessmen?" I asked.

"Ward of Ward Harvester is one guy we've been watching." said Geiger. "But you know that already. And Councilman Cook... his name just keeps coming up, though we don't have a shred of evidence to even suggest he's actually bad."

"I'm working on that, too." I said. "Just one more question: is everyone in Vice on the up-and-up and doing well?"

"Sure, as far as I know." said Geiger. "Grubby Paul still makes a lot of C.I. contacts, even though he's not supposed to do undercover anymore. Lorena Rose is still really pissed about Sharples outing her, but she still gets good leads. Purvis is so straight-laced that it's not even a joke anymore, but he's okay; he does good work in the white-collar crimes area. The 'Abacus'... hell, I'm totally lost adding 2 plus 2, much less the stuff she's doing unraveling ledgers and dirty dealings." The 'Abacus' was Julie Newton.

"So what do you want to do, going forward?" I asked.

"I don't mean this to sound unambitious," said Geiger, "but I like what I'm doing now. I would like a little more tactical training with the SWAT guys... not to be one of them, but to be better prepared when we make our own raids."

"That's a good idea... for everyone." I said. "I'll see what I can do--"

The sound of a spoon ringing a glass could only mean one thing: Cindy Ross's patience was at an end, and she wanted me to tell everyone how I'd solved the case.

"Okay, guys," Cindy said, "this is the time where I ask the Iron Crowbar to tell everyone how he solved the case." There was a cheer of approval and applause.

"First of all," I said, "I want Molly Evans to come in the middle of the circle here and make a very exciting announcement." Molly came forward to 'oohs' and 'ahhs'.

"Yes, this is very exciting." Molly said. "I hope as many of you as possible will come next Monday, that's September 15th, to my swearing in as the Vice Lieutenant with the Nextdoor County Police Force!" There was a burst of loud applause, then Molly said "I'm very excited to be much closer to you guys up here, my extended police family, and especially my blood family. Somebody has to keep an eye on this rowdy Police Captain of yours!" She was pointing at Cindy. Laughter ensued.

"Who still outranks you, Big Sister." replied Cindy levelly, to more laughter. "Seriously, I'm very excited to have you up here where I can see my nephews more often... oh, did I just give away that you're going to have another boy, Molly?"

"It was already an open secret." Molly said, grinning at the one-upmanship attempt. "Now, let's hear the Iron Crowbar give us the answers to the last case."

"I'm very excited to have Molly up here, as well." I said. "So... this case. I'm glad Alison and Chris got to follow us around for this one, as it was pretty straightforward, it showed all the basic tenets of the police work we all do. But it also had a couple of interesting and instructive twists."

I began: "We first came onto the body in the River. The hair of the head had been shaved off after death, but the vast majority of the body hair was already shaved off. This in itself is not entirely unusual of young men; after all, male models do that. But this guy seemed more effeminate to me, so I was already thinking in terms of looking at the tranny and punk scene. I suggested to Martha the M.E. to take samples where makeup might be applied."

"What about the... male anatomy being cut off and stuffed in his mouth?" asked Alison.

"Good question." I said. The penis being cut off and stuffed in the mouth suggested that the victim had crossed somebody and/or angered the killer, which might've been a drug ring betrayal or something similar. It also occurred to me that it was a blind, designed to lead us in a false direction. Some of us here on the Police Force remember the Carroll/Blondie murders, and some similar things happening there. I noted that, but I did not allow it to prematurely cloud my thinking. As it turns out, it was simply anger and retaliation for pretending to be a woman and humiliating the killer."

"At any rate, we got the tapes of the shooting at the gas station." I said. "It immediately was clear to me that the gunshot wounds were in very similar places to those of the body we found. So while the tape was showing a woman, I was seeing an effeminate man in my morgue with those same wounds. It immediately occurred to me that they might be the same person, and these two murders might be just one. All I really needed was for the lab results to come back with some corroboration."

"In the meantime, this whole thing sure threw a wrench into Manuel Domingo's desire to set up some operations in this County through his shipping company. And it was his own son that had for some reason gone off and shot someone dead. And the Police were showing up the very next day at the shipping company, asking for his son, asking about the van that had been at the scene of the shooting. Obviously we were on to it. Carlos panicked, tried to run, got caught. And even though everyone clammed up, wouldn't cooperate, and the lawyer tried to huff and puff and bluff, it was clear we were going in the right direction.

"So I got the lab reports, saw the bismuth and titanium compounds that screamed makeup that women use, and it was easy to formulate a theory based on some evidence: this guy is pretending to be a woman, starts dating Carlos, doesn't give Carlos sex like a good Catholic, but does give Carlos oral sex. Then someone finds out, tells Carlos. He's a Latino man, leader of a group that quite frankly is on the fringe of becoming a drug or smuggling ring, and now it's coming out he's dating a transvestite.

"This kind of humiliation not only crushes his work in setting up his gang, but is a personal humiliation that would cause a Latino man to 'lose face', as the Japanese would say. Carlos is so mortified, humiliated and angry when he hears the news that he goes into a rage, murders Raoul. They haul the body off somewhere, shave the hair off, cut off the penis as much in anger as any kind of message, then dump the body in the River, wash out the van, and go about business."

Tanya said: "They might better have served themselves better by getting the hell out of this County while the getting was good. I think we'd have still gotten Carlos, but it would've been a bit harder if he'd made it to Southport, where his daddy's crime ring could protect him."

"That's a good point." I said. "I would suggest that Manuel Domingo acted so outrageously at Headquarters because he knew of the humiliating nature of the reason behind his son killing Raoul. He was angry and on the verge of being humiliated himself for his son 'dating' a transvestite. He was trying to bluff his way through the problem."

"Trying to bluff the Police is bad enough." said Theo Washington with his movie-star-handsome grin. "Trying to bluff the man who don't play and carries the red crowbar... that's just dumb." Everyone laughed and agreed.

"I'd like to think so." I said, smiling. "And to be honest, I'm not sure what would've happened to Carlos. If he ran back to Southport, it would be running to a father he'd just humiliated, not to mention whose operations he'd endangered. Carlos may have considered that, which is why he stayed up here rather than run to daddy. Any questions?"

"Just the one I always feel after hearing you tell the answer." said Tanya. "Why didn't we solve it?"

"Oh, I think you guys did." I said. "When you saw the lab results in MCD, it hit you, Tanya, and Joanne, and Alison. You use makeup, and know what's in it. And you guys would've gotten onto it pretty quick, I think. I just happened to be all ready to go with a way to humiliate the suspect into a confession. Okay, guys, I cannot believe there is still any pizza left..."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

As the party broke up, Cindy did come up to me and say "I know what you were doing, but the use of the words 'tranny fag'?"

"Yeah, I know." I said. "But I needed to humiliate a confession out of the guy. I knew that would work with him. Obviously it would not work on you in a similar situation."

"Nor would I use those words." Cindy replied.

"Maybe I would use those words to interrogate you." I said with a grin. "Since they're a hot button for you, obviously."

"Yeah, right." Cindy replied, not grinning. "But I'll tell ya what... Jenna would've gone ape-shit. Me, I'm just calm, cool and collected about things."

"I did not just hear that!" exclaimed a voice. Molly was walking up to us. I was laughing.

"Oh, yes you certainly did. I think I'm going to go enjoy this last slice of pizza." Cindy said, taking the last slice from the box and walking off with a great amount of dignity.

"It is going to be so much fun having you up here." I said as I tried, and failed, to stop laughing.

"I know." Molly said, then got a bit serious. "I do want you to know this: before I took the job, I talked to Laura about it. She said she was good with it. I want Ross and the new baby to know you and their sister and brother, but I also know you're married to Laura and not me. It's... strange... but I'll do whatever I can to help you make it work out."

"I appreciate you doing that." I said. "But it's all good. Laura may act a little matriarchal with you, but she does love you and Ross and will love the new baby, too..."

Part 10 - Media Circus 

"This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Channel Two News!" blared the gorgeous reporterette at 7:00am, Thursday September 10th. "Channel Two News has learned that Carlos Domingo has pled guilty to the murder of Raoul Martinez! Neither the Town & County Police Force nor the District Attorney's Office will confirm that Martinez was dressed as a woman and pretending to be a woman when he was gunned down by Domingo. KXTC and our colleagues at KSTD have filed Open Record Act requests for the public papers of this case, but Judge Patrick R. Folsom has ordered the information to not be released until case details are finalized in the Court system."

Bettina continued: "In a related situation, Manuel Domingo, father of admitted murderer Carlos Domingo, says that he is closing down the Domingo Shipping location here in Town, and will be moving the company's assets to his new location in Southport. In an interview with KXTC, Mr. Domingo said that the 'unfriendly spirit' of our Town towards Hispanics, coupled with an, in his words, 'abusive and authoritarian' Police Force, make our Town and County a place where he does not want to do business."

"Well," Cindy Ross said as we watched, "at least Bettina didn't give out all the details of what happened between Raoul and Carlos. Maybe we can keep that under wraps."

"I'll bet you two boxes of doughnuts that it's going to come out." I said. "Priya's report is in an hour, and Brownlee is desperate to get into her good graces." There was a groan at my insinuations.

"And we, the Police, will get blamed for it." Cindy said. "I'll take your bet, Commander, but just so we can share some doughnuts with our fellow police officers, here. Nothing changes a police officer's morale like a box of hot doughnuts."

There was strong agreement in the MCD room with that comment.

"A lesson in leadership learned well." I said to Cindy, grinning. There was laughter in the room. I then said "Speaking of the Media, I wonder what Alison and Chris's report will look like."

"They're writing separate papers, from what I understand." said Joanne Cummings.

"I'll make this prediction now." I said. "Chris's report will be about the processes we go through, the details of what we did and how we did it. Alison's report will complain about too many cameras on the streets, the extent of the level we can access citizens' information, the violation of privacy rights, and maybe even a little comment about race relations with those of Hispanic heritage."

"She'd better not!" said Diana Torres. "I am sick of hearing that crap. We do not abuse anyone upon the basis of race. It is the criminals that say we do, so they can get off while making us look bad."

"Commander," said Joanne astutely, "we usually love your observations and deductions, but you'd better get us three boxes of doughnuts because you're depressing the heck out of us today!" Everyone was chuckling, especially Your Iron Crowbar.

"Okay," I said, sputtering through laughter, "three it is."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"This is Priya Ajmani, Five-Alive News This Morning!" shouted the lovely Indian reporterette. Cindy watched with avid interest, her eyes sparkling. Everyone else watched apprehensively as I put three boxes of doughnuts down next to the coffee pots.

Priya shouted "We are getting new details of the arrest of Carlos Domingo for the murder of college student Raoul Martinez! It appears that this was a crime of passion by Domingo, who sources reveal had been dating Martinez. Sources have confirmed to Five-Alive News that Martinez was part of the transvestite community on campus, and dressed as a woman while on dates with Domingo. Sources also confirm that the shooting of Martinez by Domingo was preceded by an argument between the two."

Priya continued: "Carlos Domingo is the son of Manuel Domingo, owner of Domingo Shipping. Mr. Domingo had no comment upon his son's sexual affair with Martinez, but Domingo Shipping has announced that they are closing their operations in this County and will be moving their property and assets to their new facility that is opening in Southport. In a statement to the Press, Mr. Domingo stated that the 'unfriendly spirit' of our Town and our Police towards Hispanics and immigrants was a strong factor in the decision to leave."

Priya was not finished. "I asked Town & County Councilman Thomas P. Cook about the loss of Domingo Shipping, and here is that interview."

A video was played: "Yes, Priya," said Thomas P. Cook, "we just lost dozens of jobs and revenue for the Town because the Town & County Police handled this case with an amazing lack of tact and discretion. This is yet another example of Chief Harold Bennett and Commander Donald Troy's utterly failed leadership. We need a strong leader like Commander Robert Brownlee as our Chief to prevent these issues from coming up again and staining the name of our good Town..."

"I need something to spike this coffee with." said Martin Nash after hearing that.

"Something like Pepto-Bismol." replied Tanya Perlman, with no small amount of disgust. "I mean, for crying out loud... we just busted a murderer, and not only the Media but a Council Member acts like we committed a crime... geez!"

"Okay, okay," Cindy said, getting out her wallet. "Don, here's the money for the doughnuts."

"Keep it." I said. "You can buy 'em next time. I suspect we're going to need more morale-building in the near future. A lot more."

Have I mentioned that I have a very deep hatred of the Press, shared by many, and not assuaged by even three boxes of doughnuts?

Part 11 - Epilogue 

Saturday afternoon, August 12th. I took out my 'McBeth 3x Champion Roc3' disc, named after the Professional Disc Golf World Champion. Yes, they actually have a professional disc golf league.

I aimed at the basket of the 18th hole 150 feet away, then launched the clear blue disc into the air. It looked as if it would sail to the right of the basket, but as it approached it curved left. Sinking down, the disc clanged against the metal of the basket then fell to the earth just below.

"Aw, man!" Cindy said. "Great shot, Don! It almost went in!" Indeed, the shot had almost won the day for me, Cindy, and Carole here on the 18th hole of the Ronald Reagan Park Disc Golf Course.

Teresa's shot was from much closer, and settled to the ground about six feet away. Todd and little Doug came up, and after Todd threw his disc in the basket, I came up and handed a disc to Carole, holding her right above where my disc had landed.

"Okay, Carole," I said, "drop it in." Carole did so and (thankfully) it went right into the basket.

"Yay! We win!" she exclaimed after her successful putt, clapping her hands in happiness.

Teresa quietly said "I think we tied." 

"Then we all win." I said, kissing my daughter's cheek as we walked off the course. "It was fun, guys. We should do it again soon." 

"Yes we should." said Cindy. "Here, let me hold this champion putter." I handed Carole to Cindy. Just then, I noticed a couple of old ladies sitting on a bench nearby. I excused myself from my group for a moment and went over to them.

"Why hello, Commander!" said old Mrs. Boddiker as I came up. "Have you met my friend Mrs. Williams?"

"I believe I did meet you, at Mrs. Myrtle James's birthday party." I said as I shook her hand politely. "How are you both doing these days?"

"Quite well, Commander." said Mrs. Williams. "Mrs. Boddiker and I were just saying how pretty your little girl is."

"Thank you, thank you very much." I said. "Fortunately, she takes after her mother." The old ladies giggled in that special way that old ladies do.

"Why, yes..." said Mrs. Boddiker, who then looked past me and said "Why hello, Pastor Westboro!"

"Ah, ladies," said Pastor Westboro, who had been walking on the walking path but stopped as he was hailed, "how are you? Commander, what a pleasant surprise to see you here also." He extended his hand, which I shook politely. "No crowbar today?"

"Gets in the way of throwing frisbees." I said.

"Ah," said Westboro, "disc golf. Our local version of the Olympic Games and the discus throw, with modern plastics for modern times."

"What brings you to the park today, Pastor?" asked Mrs. Williams.

"Ah, I'm just getting a bit of exercise on the walking path." replied Westboro. "And if you will excuse me, I need to be getting back to the church for an appointment. Good to see you all." With that, Pastor Westboro made his way down the path towards the parking lot.

"It's such a shame that he has no wife." said Mrs. Williams as the rest of my group began coming to get me. "The Pastor's wife left him years ago, you know."

"Yes, that's the story." said Mrs. Boddiker. "Some say she ran away with another man. Others say she died, but we'd have heard about that, would we not, Commander?"

"Long before my time here, but I'm sure we would have." I said agreeably as I took Carole from Cindy, who'd just walked up. "Carole, say hello to Mrs. Boddiker and Mrs. Williams."

"Hi." Carole said shyly, hugging me. The old ladies greeted Carole warmly. 

"We'd better go." I said. "It was nice to see you, ladies. Carole, say goodbye."

"Bye bye." said Carole as the old ladies beamed at her some more. 

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

1:00am, Sunday, August 13th. Only the light from Thaddeus Ward's office was on; the rest of the building, and indeed the entire property, was deserted he came into the office, seeing the other three in their chairs.




A Day in the Life Ch. 02



"Just wait outside, my lovely Sinon." he said quietly to his sole attendant, a woman dressed in black and red leather and wearing a motorcycle helmet that concealed her identity. "Is everything set and ready?" he asked. She nodded and gave a thumbs up with her leather-gloved hand.

She went outside, seeing the other bodyguards in the distance. Elizabeth's two European studs were smoking and chatting. They looked tired; indeed, Karen Warner Harlan had outlasted both of them in several hours of sexual 'combat'. She had drained their balls repeatedly until they could go no more, even with the aid of Viagra.

Karen Warner Harlan also had two bodyguards, both athletic young men. They just nodded to the helmeted woman and she nodded back. They called her 'Boba Fett', as she never took off the helmet and never spoke. They did not notice the other men that had snuck into the building.

"There you are, Number Four." said Ward, as his Comrade in Crime entered the office. "Right on time. Well, everyone, we were supposed to meet Manuel Domingo tonight about shipping some extra ammonium nitrate to Southport, but with the arrest of his son, I'm not sure if he'll show up."

"He'll show." said Number Four. "He contacted me and said he'd be here." Elizabeth peered at him.

Karen Warner Harlan, dressed in a clingy black shirt and pants that allowed for freedom of movement, and carrying her bullwhip, said "I heard rumors of chemical agents that were to be shipped into the State, but the Police and FBI caught on to them. Anyone have word on that?"

"I heard something about that." said Number Four, not revealing that he'd been an integral part of that plot. "The woman that was involved in that Lance Priemus case, a 'Dora Ellis', I believe her name was, was arrested by the Police and was being interrogated by the FBI before she unhappily fell dead in her prison cell the morning after her arrest. So whatever they were going to do was stopped before it began."

"Too bad." said Karen. "Having those chemicals would be a great hedge against the FBI if they ever came after us."

"Things like that are a double-edged sword." Elizabeth said. "In the meantime, we're bringing in over a ton of gold bars from France. Sergei Molotov should've stayed in the drug business. Now Mr. Putin wants to know what happened to the Russian gold that was last known to be in Sergei's hands, and the unfortunate Sergei does not have a good answer... because he really can't tell Mr. Putin that we stole the gold from him, now can he?"

"What a fuck-up." said Number Four, laughing at Elizabeth's humorous remark. Then the humor left him as quickly as it had come as he said: "And speaking of fuck-ups, Mr. Manuel Domingo has failed us. We were financing his operation in this County so that we could use him for additional shipping, and to take any pressure off our lovely comrade Elizabeth here that might arise. Domingo will still be useful to me-- to us-- in Southport, but I want all of you to witness the valuable lesson he will be learning tonight."

A moment later, Ward's cellphone buzzed. "Ah, the Domingo party has arrived. He has eight men with him."

"A pitiful lack of resources." Number Four said. "I would suggest that we turn out the lights and that you three not be seen. I'll handle this.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Manuel Domingo walked into the large, open warehouse area. His eight Latino men looked sloppy, their powerful handguns tucked into their belts or pockets, Number Four observed. He walked out to meet them, his motorcycle-helmet-clad assistant behind him. She was armed with a .22 Magnum auto-pistol with silencer attached.

"Ah, there you are, Mr. Domingo." he said with a joviality he did not feel. "I am so glad you could come."

"My shipping operation here is being closed." said Domingo, showing no politeness. "I came to speak to you about another matter."

"Oh, what is that?" he said.

"I want you to help me kill the Iron Crowbar." said Domingo. Seeing the look of surprise, and disdain, on the other man's face, Domingo said "I will pay you handsomely, but I want that son of a bitch dead."

"Why?" he asked. "The Iron Crowbar only did his job. After all, it was your son who blew away his faggot lover and got caught. You should've been aware that your son was a faggot, Domingo."

"I had no idea about that filthy situation." said Domingo, his face reddening with anger. "But I do know the Iron Crowbar needs to be taught an unforgettable lesson. You are more familiar with the territory here than I am, so I want you to help me shove his own crowbar into his ass and then I will take great pleasure in killing him."

"The Iron Crowbar's time will come." he said. "You must be more patient. I have a greater need of your services in Southport."

"If you want my services, if you want me to help you," said Domingo, "then I want the Iron Crowbar dead first. I want his head on a platter, like that prophet John the Baptist. Without that, my work with you will not continue."

"Oh really?" he said, baiting Domingo with his words, and the inflection in saying them. "We had a solemn deal. Are you breaking your word? Are you like your son? A weak faggot?"

"You cabron!" snapped Domingo. "Piss on you." Domingo did not quite catch the slight change of intensity in the other man's eyes. Too bad for him.

He nodded to his leather-clad assistant, who pressed a button on what looked like a pager on her belt. Suddenly, eight men appeared, their military-grade automatic rifles and laser-sights trained on Domingo's ambushed bodyguards. Three more men, masked and wearing black leather outfits, suddenly came up behind Domingo and grabbed him!

Two men had Domingo's arms in solid grips. One man kicked Domingo behind the knees, forcing his legs to buckle. Held on his knees with his arms pulled behind him, Domingo was helpless as he saw the man come and stand right in front of him.

"Hold his head in place." said Number Four. The third man grabbed Domingo's head in his leather-gloved hands, holding him tightly in place as Number Four unzipped his pants and brought out his penis.

He aimed carefully, then began urinating into Domingo's face. Domingo tried to turn his head but it was held violently and painfully in place as the stream of piss shot onto his closed eyes, nose and mouth.

"It is bad manners," he said, "to tell someone you will piss on them when you are not prepared to do so. It is very bad manners to say you will piss on me when you cannot back your words up with competent force."

He finished urinating onto Domingo's face, shaking his penis to get the last drops out as he said "And it is worse than bad manners to say you will piss on me when I am the one that has the power to enforce pissing in your face while you are helpless and as weak as your faggot son. It is humiliating enough to have a son who has sex with other men; it is even worse that I am pissing on you and there is not a god... damn... thing... you can do about it."

He tucked his manhood away inside his pants and zipped up. He turned to another man waiting in the wings. "Ah, my young friend Diomedes... how is your bladder?" he asked.

"Full, sir." said the man. He nodded and pointed his hand at Domingo. The black-clad, masked man came forward, unzipped his pants and took out his penis, then proceeded to empty his bladder into Domingo's face, urinating in a long, powerful stream for a considerable time. In turn, five other men also took the opportunity to relieve themselves while delivering maximum humiliation to the helpless Manuel Domingo.

"Well now, Domingo." he said. "I think that will conclude our business tonight. I suggest you leave the United States, and that I never have reason to consider your existence again. Be sure to clean up this mess before you leave."

He nodded to all his assistants, who exited the building after taking all of Domingo's men's weapons. After they were gone, Domingo screamed for them to go after the others, but instead they walked out, no longer loyal to the man who had just been brutally humiliated in front of them.

As he staggered out of the warehouse, Domingo muttered under his breath "I will see you dead, and I will see the Iron Crowbar dead as well. As God is my Judge, I will watch you scream in pain as you die..."

Finis.



A Day in the Life Ch. 02



"Elise, it's always a pleasure to see you." Jack saw her annoyed expression before she composed herself. She obviously didn't like Alex.

"I wish I could say the same, Mr. Montgomery," she replied. Alex gave her a wounded smile and clasped both hands over his heart.

"Ouch," I think you broke my heart." She arched an eyebrow.

"How is that possible...when you don't have one?" Alex turned his dramatic gaze towards Jack.

"Double ouch. You better have tough skin to be around this little girl." Jack winced when he heard teeth grinding. Elise really didn't care for Alex. She didn't turn as she spoke softly, "Excuse me." With those words she walked away. As she rounded the corner, Jack turned towards Alex.

"What the hell was all that about?" Alex gave him a quick smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"Nothing. She just doesn't like me." Jack's eyes narrowed. The wall came up between them so fast that Jack stop for fear he would hit it. There was something more, much more going on between Elise and Alex. Jack wouldn't pursue it though. Again, he didn't want to push Alex. He could only hope that in time...in time, Alex would learn to trust him and open up. But not now. If Alex's rigid, distant stance was anything to judge by, not for a while.



Jack blinked and looked at her. Then he blinked again, thinking he was hallucinating. She had answered the door in a robe. Not a long, terry cloth robe but a short, slinky robe. A robe women usually wore over lingerie. He cleared his throat and forced his eyes to look at her face. The look of disappointment he saw there was quickly masked by delight.

"Jack!" She exclaimed. She opened the door wider and beckoned him in. He followed her swaying hips into what had to be the living room. She indicated the plush brown sofa but Jack shook his head.

"I'm just here for the files," he said. She frowned in puzzlement. 

"Alex isn't coming for them?" 

"Nope, he was busy. He sent me instead." Her lips turned down glumly.

"I should have known Alex would send someone to do his dirty work," she muttered. She heaved a sigh, her shoulders hunching a little.

"Well," she said, "you might as well sit and we can catch up. I didn't get much of a chance to talk to you last week." Jack sank into the plush couch and leaned back. 

As she walked into the kitchen Jack gave a derisive snort. So that was how the wind blew. He had an inkling that there was something much more to the love lost between Elise and Alex. Her actions now, her disappointment, her poutiness, only proved his theory. He should have known. Her anger at their first meeting wasn't because she hated Alex. It was because she wanted him. And because Alex didn't want her. Now Jack knew why his friend always referred to her as a "little girl". Alex was deliberately using the put down to keep her at arms length. Alex always treated Elise as if she was a child or with cold politeness. Slowly things began to click into place as he reviewed the events of the past. 

Jack felt a small ball of unease filter through his veins. What a fool he was. After their initial meeting at the picnic, he and Elise spoke almost everyday for the past three weeks. They dined out, went to the movies, and talked. For Jack, that meant something and to find out she was lusting after his best friend the whole time... Jack growled. A hot swirl of anger hit his gut. There was nothing he hated more than pretense. She had been trying to get to Alex through him. That bitch. 

"Here you go." She set a can of soda in front of him. Jack clamped his mouth shut. If he opened it, they would both regret whatever came out. If he knew one thing, it was that when his temper ran high a lot of mean shit came out of his mouth. She didn't catch on to his mood as she sat down across from him and popped the tab on her soda. She sipped gently then set down her can. She delicately crossed her legs and clasped both her hands on her knees.

"So, what's been going on?" She queried. Jack shook his head and popped open his soda. Drinking would be an excuse not to talk.

"Nothing, huh? Nothing's been going on over here either. Daddy's away right now, New York. Again," she sighed. "Sometimes I wished he wasn't away so much." A slight twinge of pity swept over him, but only for a moment. His face went back to being stone. He shouldn't feel sad because her daddy, who turned out to be the Shimmel in Leland, Scott and Shimmel, was never around for her. Jack let out a disgusted breath. If she had a mother, he wouldn't have felt so bad but her mother died when she was six. She had been without emotional support for a long time. He wasn't that much of a bastard to hit her when she was down.

"Hey, none of that now. What happened to your secret of happiness?" Her face turned up and a bright smile replaced her frown. He wondered if that smile was because she was thinking about Alex and another bout of anger seeped into him.

"Thanks, Jack. You always know what to say. I'm so glad you're my friend." Jack winced. Her friend? Was that all he'd been these past few weeks? He reflected on the previous month and realized that his anger was completely unfounded. She had never once mentioned anything other than friendship. Their relationship never once slipped past the lines of decency. He hadn't even kissed her yet! He quickly picked up his drink and took a sip before he could hit himself. Idiot! He silently berated himself as she spoke. He listened to her and made the appropriate comments but a part of him began to distance itself from her. She was another of Alex's hotties. Jack frowned at the label. It didn't suit her at all but that was what she was, or wanted to be. Jack couldn't see why Alex hadn't screwed her yet. She was smart with a body to boot. She wasn't as exotic with her coloring or as beautiful as most of the girls Alex went for, but she was still top grade. Why was Alex holding back?

Jack eyed her exposed legs. They were shapely and tan. That couldn't be the reason. His eyes moved up to her thighs and he felt his penis begin to stir. She had beautiful thighs and Jack didn't doubt for one minute that what was between them would be just as beautiful. He imagined parting those thighs and burying his face into her crotch. Jack shifted slightly.

"Jack?" He looked up. Elise was frowning at him. "You haven't been listening to me at all, have you?"

"I was," Jack stated defensively. She arched an eyebrow. "I was." She didn't comment but picked up her soda. Jack did the same. That proved to be a bad idea as she uncrossed her legs and Jack caught a glimpse of her bare pussy. His soda spewed across the small table and landed on her chest. She looked down in amazement, her mouth hanging open. Mortified Jack set his soda down and grabbed a napkin off the table. He went around to her side and began dabbing furiously at the wet spots on her robe.

"God, Elise, I'm sorry. I don't know what the hell came over me," Jack apologized as he continued wiping. Her shoulders began to shake and Jack looked down in fear. Was she crying? Her shoulders shook again and Jack gently placed a hand there.

"Elise?" He whispered softly. Her head tilted back and she let out a laugh. 

"It's not funny. I wouldn't find it funny if you spit your soda all over my chest."

"Oh, goodness, Jack," she chuckled as she wiped a tear from her eye. "You're right, that's not very funny but your face. You should have seen your face. That was," she cut off and shook her head, searching for a word. 

"Priceless," she said at last. 

"Yeah, I'll bet," Jack muttered as he sat back on his hunches. His back was to the coffee table and he realized he was staring directly into her open lap. There was enough cloth covering her crotch to keep her decent, but just barely. If she moved, he would get another peek at her pussy. This time, there was no soda to worry about. He heard her breath hitch and only then did he realize he had been absently running his hands up and down her legs. His hands froze at the top of her thighs, his thumbs not more than an inch away from her pussy. He slowly passed a thumb down the length of her covered slit and was pleasantly surprised when the silk of the robe clung to the dampness there.

"You're wet." She whimpered at his soft statement and tried to scoot back but the softness of the couch gave only so far. Jack's hands pushed her robe out of the way and he regarded her neatly trimmed pussy. 

"Beautiful," he whispered an instant before he buried his face there and inhaled her scent. She gasped and pushed at his shoulders.

"Jack, don't," she said, her voice hoarse. He didn't listen to her but instead followed the wicked voice in his head. Eat her, it whispered. Without hesitation, his thumbs parted her lips and he slid his tongue up inside her pussy then to her clit. She let out a low moan and her hand fisted in his hair. He couldn't help but grin at her response. He lapped her a few times, enjoying the tangy taste of her juice as well as the saltiness of her skin. His tongue came out and he flicked her clit rapidly. Elise let out a strangled moan and bucked her hips. Jack pushed her legs further apart as he buried his tongue deep inside her wet cunt.

"Yes, yes," she panted. Jack felt her shudder and knew she was close. He pulled her hips to the edge of the couch and threw here legs over his shoulders. Not bothering with finesse, he tongue fucked her, eating her out with great enthusiasm. He rolled his tongue up and down, circling her clit only to dip into her pussy and taste her honeyed cream. He lapped at her like a cat, and when that wasn't enough, he dipped his fingers in to draw more of her sweetness out. By now she was mumbling incoherent words and whimpering every time he removed his tongue from her clit. She wanted to come, badly. Jack smiled as he slid a finger than two into her dripping pussy. What the lady wanted, she would get. He closed his mouth over her clit and sucked, hard. His ministrations had the desired effect, she exploded. Her body stiffened and she let out a small shout of praise as her pussy clamped around his fingers. Jack groaned in appreciation and withdrew his slick fingers so he could suck up all of her sweet juice. When he was sure he got every drop, he licked his fingers clean and gave her swollen pussy lips a soft kiss. 

He sat back and his eyes traveled up her body. His gaze paused briefly at her quivering breasts and hard peaked nipples before they continued their climb to her face. Her eyes were glazed with pleasure, her lips slightly parted as she drew a few shallow breaths. Slowly her eyes focused on his and she gave him a weak smile.

"That was...unexpected," she murmured as she tucked her legs up under her. Jack got up and sat beside her. His arms circled her and he pulled her close.

"Unexpected good or unexpected bad?" He asked. She settled her head on his shoulder and relaxed into him.

"Good, very good," she answered. Before Jack could answer, his pocket started buzzing. He reached in and pulled out his cell phone.

"Where the hell are you?" Jack's eyebrows shot up.

"Well, hello to you too," Jack said. Alex made an exasperated sound.

"I need that file ASAP. Please tell me you have it."

"I have it," Jack replied as he eyed Elise. He waggled his brows at her and she stifled a giggle behind her hand.

"What the hell was that? Are you with someone?"

"Relax, Alex. I'll be there in 10 minutes. Bye." Jack didn't bother to hear a good-bye from Alex's end before he hung up.

"I take it you have to go?" Elise questioned. Jack nodded.

"I'll get the file." She left then returned with a thick brown file folder. 

"How long before your dad returns?" She looked up startled.

"I...um," she began. Jack didn't want to hear it. She was still hot for Alex and he was just a substitute.

"Forget I asked," Jack bit out as he brushed past her. He was at the door when she laid a small hand on his arm. He stopped but didn't turn around.

"He'll be back Friday," she said. He turned his head to look at her.

"Am I invited, or are you just being polite?" Her tongue darted out to moisten her lower lip.

"You're invited," she whispered as she looked him in the eye. He saw the honesty there and nodded.

"I'll call," was all he said before he opened the door and left.



"You have to leave." Alex looked up with a startled expression on his face. Jack would have laughed but he didn't have the time. He shut the door and set the groceries on the breakfast table before heading for the bathroom. He turned on the water and started his shower in between unbuttoning his shirt and unzipping his slacks. He stripped out of his cloths, neatly tossing them into the hamper then jumped into the shower. He had maybe about half and hour before Elise arrived. He was cutting it real close but the samples that NTech sent down earlier that day had to be finished today. He stuck his shampooed head under the spray of water and cursed big corporations that needed everything done in a day. He busted his ass this week and was looking forward to next week and a big fat overtime check. 

Jack hurried through the rest of his toiletries and rushed into the bedroom. What to wear, what to wear? He quickly pulled out his three favorite shirts from the closet and held them up to his still damp chest.

"I like the Kenneth Cole." With a curse, Jack whirled around.

"Jeez, Alex. You almost gave me a heart attack," he gasped. Alex merely shrugged and eyed the shirts with a closed expression.

"Hot date?" Jack lowered his eyes and felt the sliver of unease that seeped though him. He felt sort of guilty but he didn't know why.

"Something like that," he murmured as he pulled the white shirt on. He went to his dresser and pulled out boxers and socks. He turned around in time to see Alex setting a pair of charcoal grey slacks on the bed.

"Why are you still here?" 

Alex sat down on the bed and watched as his friend dressed. What could he possibly say that didn't sound stupid? He had rehearsed this conversation a thousand times in his head but now every word seemed silly. He swallowed hard. Maybe he shouldn't say anything at all. He looked up and met Jack's puzzled gaze in the mirror. He opened his mouth but nothing came out. He clamped his mouth shut and got off the bed. There was nothing to say. He quickly walked from the room.

Jack turned around and watched his friends retreating back. He felt an odd sense of déjà vu. He'd been here before, watching as Alex ran from him and his problems. There was something Alex needed to get off his chest but fear or habit kept him from speaking. One of these days, Jack thought. He finished combing his hair and walked into the living room as Alex walked from the kitchen where he just finished rinsing his cup. He gave Jack a small nod of acknowledgement and started for the door. He paused there, one hand on the knob.

"Jack..." Whatever Alex was about to say was interrupted by three sharp knocks. Jack winced. Elise and she was early. He knew that there was no stopping the drama that was soon to unfold. Alex yanked open the door and Jack saw him visibly stiffen. He tried to hide his smile but failed. No matter how badly Alex treated Elise, Jack knew that Alex felt some affection for the elfin faced girl.

"Miss Shimmel." Elise stared at him with surprise for a moment then set her face.

"Mr. Montgomery," she replied frostily. He stepped aside but just enough that she had to brush against him as she entered. 

"Elise," Jack greeted her. She gave him a bright smile.

"Hey Jack." They embraced briefly.

"Can I take your coat, Miss Shimmel?" Elise's hands came up and gripped the lapels of her short trench.

"Um, No, I'm fine," she said, her face reddening. Jack glared at his friend.

"Weren't you leaving, Alex?" Alex shrugged.

"It wasn't a pressing engagement," he said evenly.

"Well, mine is," Jack said just as evenly. Alex quirked a brow.

"You forget, I work with her father," Alex said with eyes narrowed.

"You forget that I don't give a damn," Jack growled softly. Elise stood up then and crossed her arms.

"Enough," she said. "I've had enough." She turned to Alex.

"You forget that you are not my father. I am no longer a little girl and I will date whomever I please." She turned to Jack.

"And you forgot to kick Alex out on his ass before I came." Jack grinned at her, his hands held up in surrender.

"If you won't let me take your coat, at least let me get you a drink," Alex said as he moved towards the buffet table that doubled as a mini bar. Jack crossed his arms and leaned against the back of the sofa. What the hell was Alex trying to pull? He knew he should leave but he was lingering and there was a purpose. Jack took in Elise's hungry expression as she tracked Alex's movements and inwardly cursed. So much for his evening. 

Jack brushed past Alex as he entered the kitchen. He pulled the groceries from the back and began a simple pasta dinner with Italian sausage and primavera sauce. If he knew one thing, it was how to cook. Elise came in briefly to toss the salad and get a bottle of wine but she mostly stayed in the living room. He could hear them being overtly polite to each other. Sometimes they made sly comments in sugary voices which they passed off as jokes but Jack knew better. He set out the finished meal and leaned against the wall which separated the living room from the kitchen. Alex and Elise continued to snipe at each other, completely unaware of his presence. When Elise turned to watch TV Jack noticed Alex staring at her. Staring at her like she was his last meal. Jack smiled at that and wandered back into the kitchen.

"Dinner's ready," He called in a loud voice. He took in their tense faces and grim expressions and inwardly sighed. Why wouldn't they give up this farce and tell each other how they really felt? No matter. He would take the initiative to get them to loosen up. Jack sat down and smiled when Elise chose to sit next to him. Alex shot him a glare and Jack merely grinned at him. What had he expected when he was acting like such a dick? Once the food was distributed, both Alex and Elise began to eat mechanically. Jack's gaze bounced between the two of them. Their eyes were on the table, the food, the glass, the silverware, any where but on each other. With his right hand, Jack picked up his wineglass and gently laid his left hand on Elise's thigh, just below her trench. She choked back a bit of sausage and her eyes sought out his. He didn't bother looking at her but instead addressed Alex.

"So, how's the Coleman portfolio going?" Alex looked up and around chewing murmured, "It's coming along." Jack nodded and slowly ran his hand up Elise's thigh. He almost choked on the wine when he realized that she was naked underneath her short trench coat. He hastily swallowed and gingerly set his wineglass down; forcing a nonchalance he didn't feel. Elise tensed but didn't comment. Jack let his hand slide from the top of her thigh to the inside. He felt her thigh tighten under his questing hand but she still didn't say a word. 

"Speaking of coming along," Jack murmured. His hand slid to cover Elise's warm sex and he bit back a smile when his fingers met nothing but wetness. Her wide eyes met his hooded ones and Jack gave her a wicked grin. It didn't matter anymore that she might be wet for Alex and not for him. All Jack cared about now was that he would reap some benefits.

"Speaking of which...?" Alex's stern question snapped Jack out of his revelry. He took another sip of his wine before answering. 

"I also have something that's coming along," Jack replied with a saccharine grin. His fingers slid around her dripping pussy and he tried to catch her eyes but she had them squeezed shut. Her usually pale face was flushed with color and by the way she was biting her lip, Jack could tell she was trying hard not to moan. Alex took note of her expression too and his face clouded with concern.




A Day in the Life Ch. 02



"Elise?" He asked softly. She didn't acknowledge him and Jack knew why. His finger had just penetrated her slick pussy and he was now swirling it gently.

"Elise, are you okay?" She answered Alex's second question with a jerky nod and Jack couldn't hold back the smile, or the arousal her response brought. He wanted to watch her come, wanted Alex to watch her reaction. He slid another finger into her and began a steady rhythm of drag and thrust. She moved her hips a fraction forward and her hand held a death grip on the stem of her wineglass. Alex frowned at her but his question was directed towards Jack.

"What was it you had coming along, Jack?" Jack's face split into a shit-eating grin and he turned his face in Elise's direction. For someone as experienced as Alex, he was a little slow on the uptake. Jack knew the moment realization dawned on him. His eyes grew wide in shock then narrowed in anger but by then it was too late. 

Jack gently tapped Elise's clit with his thumb and rubbed vigorously. She fell apart and came all over his hand with a small cry. He felt her pussy clenching around his fingers and gave a small hum of appreciation. She was tight to begin with and Jack could only imagine her coming around his cock like that. Her walls squeezing and milking him as she reached her peak. Before she stopped trembling, Alex was there yanking her out of her chair. Jack felt the loss of Elise's snug warmth the instant it was pulled from his fingers. He lounged back in his chair as Alex gave him a fierce glower. 

"What the hell is wrong with you?!!" Jack gave him a bored looked. He was saved from answering when Elise pulled free and started forward. Alex's arm snaked around her waist, preventing her from going any further. She struggled but to no avail. 

"Alex! Let me go!" She said clearly exasperated. Her plea only fueled his anger. He shook her and none too gently. 

"Why! Why!" He shouted. She froze then and turned her amazed face towards him.

"Why? Why?! Because I've waited three years for you to fuck me and you didn't. Well, I'm tired of waiting and Jack is all too willing to fill the role you refuse to acknowledge!" Silence descended on the room after her truthful exclamation. Jack took in Alex's pole axed expression with amusement. It died when he noticed Elise's horrified look. So Alex wasn't the only one surprised by her declaration. He sighed. He wanted results and he got them, in spades. Things had gotten out of hand fast and since this was his doing, he wanted to make amends. He got up and took Elise's hand, gently tugging her. When she didn't budge he frowned down at her. She met his puzzled gazed with a shake of her head. Jack looked over her shoulder and met Alex's closed expression.

"Let her go," Jack murmured not wanting to fight. He saw Alex's jaw flex and braced himself for the inevitable.

"Why do I have to let go?" Jack glared at him.

"Because you're the dumb ass who wouldn't fuck her when you had the chance," Jack said slowly as if explaining it to a five year old.

"Bullshit," Alex gritted out. 

"Alright, look. I'm not a piece of furniture and right now, none of you have a chance so you can let me go," Elise said. The men ignored her and continued to stare hostilely at one another. It seemed an eternity before Alex spoke, his voice rough from shouting and laced with a small thread of excitement.

"We've been here before," he said softly. 

"We have," Jack agreed just as softly. He didn't acknowledge the puzzled look in Elise's eyes. He didn't want to because then he would have voice their solution to her and that might scare the shit out of her. She might be eager to fuck Alex and maybe him, but at the same time? The thought didn't bear pondering but Jack found himself thinking about it none the less. 

Normally, threesomes were the farthest thing from his mind when it came to women, regardless of his past. Now, here, with Elise, it was the only thing that came to mind. That thought sent a blast of desire straight to his gut. Images of Elise bent between them in every position possible scrolled through his mind and his cock hardened instantly. Before he could stop himself, he stepped forward and bracketed her more firmly against Alex's chest. She let out a small gasped and tipped her head back in shock. She opened her mouth to question his intent but Jack was a step ahead. He swiftly lowered his head and kissed her opened mouth. She gasped and he slid his tongue past her still lips to duel with hers. She stood stock still for a moment longer then softened. Her mouth went slack and a soft moan escaped her. Jack couldn't help but smile at her acquiescence. He shifted closer and felt Alex do the same. 

Jack proceeded slowly, trying not to scare her. His hands came up and he began to undo the buttons on her coat. He made it as far as her waist before he gave into the impulse to touch her. He filled his hands with her generous breasts and squeezed them. She uttered a small sound and arched her back. When Alex gave a groan and buried his head in her hair, Jack grinned. He lifted her breasts and bent his head down to take a hardened nipple in his mouth.

"Oh, yesss," she hissed softly. Jack gently bit on one distended nipple and tugged. She threw her head back onto Alex's shoulders and attempted to lift her arms. Alex's hands stopped her and he pulled down the top of her trench. Jack, eager to see her naked, made quick work with the rest of the buttons on the coat. When they were all undone, the trench fell to her feet, leaving her body bare. Jack sucked in a breath as he was greeted with pale firm skin. 

Her breasts were beautiful and beautifully generous. Distantly he thought they would be great to titty-fuck. Her waist was small, her hips full and womanly. She may only be 21 but she was all woman. Alex pulled back and looked his fill. When he stepped forward, Jack stepped back and allowed Alex to take his place. He watched as Alex forcefully hauled Elise against him and kissed her hard. Jack started to undress, all the while watching as they embraced. The sight of them made his cock harder, if that was possible. When he was fully naked, he pressed his front against Elise's back. She stiffened slightly but didn't break the kiss she shared with Alex. Jack ran his hands up and down her back, stopping to grip her ass and squeeze. She made a small mewling sound which he took for pleasure. He slid to his knees and pressed wet kisses against the lushness of her ass cheeks. He ran his tongue from the small of her back down to the top of her crack. She squirmed and shifted her legs restlessly. Jack smiled and cupping each butt cheek he pulled them apart with every intention of laving her small hole with his tongue. He pulled back in surprise when his tongue met hard plastic. His eyes widened when he saw what was wedged between her sweet round cheeks. 

"Holy Shit," he gasped. Alex broke the kiss and pulled back, sucking in small puffs of air.

"What?" He queried. Jack sat back and admired the contraption for a second longer before answering.

"She's got a butt plug in," he said a little dazed, and more than a little excited.

"Really?" Alex asked sounding more impressed than anything. Jack gave a small groan as his hand came up to grip the black plug. He gently pulled it from the tiny recess in which it was nestle and heard Elise give a whimper of pleasure. He pulled it all the way out to the tip before sliding it back in. Elise panted and parted her legs wider, giving him more access. He stroked her gently with the toy and paused when Alex also slid to his knees. Judging by the bobbing of his head and the sounds of pleasure coming from Elise, he was eating her out. 

Jack's body shook with anticipation; she was going to be so ready, so wet that he would probably just slide right into her ass. His hand shook but he forced himself to quicken his strokes. Alex threw one of her legs over his shoulder as he tongued her, opening her up more for Jack. They both knew she was on the verge. She came with a scream. Her body stiffened then started to tremble as her hips bucked, taking both the plug and Alex's fingers as he slid them easily into her. When she relaxed, Alex moved away to undo his pants. Jack slid a hand between her legs to cup her soaked pussy. He pulled some of the wetness back to lubricate her small hole as he pulled the butt plug completely out of her. She gave a soft sigh of sated pleasure as Jack continued to transfer her wetness. He wanted her nice and wet because he was a hell of a lot bigger than that tiny plug she had in. Alex moved in front of her and Jack stood up. 

"I hope you're ready, sweetheart," Alex whispered. 

"What?" She asked a little dazed. Alex kissed her and parted her legs. He slid his engorged erection up and down her slick pussy and with one thrust entered her. She threw her head back and gasped.

"Oh, God, Alex, yes," she whispered. Alex pulled a leg and settled it on his arm as he started thrusting slowly. Jack gripped her hips and Alex paused.

"Jack?" She whispered uncertainly.

"You can take it," he said softly in her ear. He pulled her ass back and pushed the tip of his cock into her tight hole. She gave a small exclamation that was quickly caught in Alex's kiss. Jack felt Alex's hand gripping her waist to steady her so he slid his hands up and filled them with her lush breasts. He squeezed with them until she relaxed and slid down, taking more of his cock inside of her. She broke the kiss and laid her head on Jack's shoulder, throwing her ass further back. Alex kissed and nipped her neck, his hips rocking slowly. Caught in the rhythm, she didn't protest when Jack moved with them, sliding deeper and deeper with every sway of their hips. As Alex quickened his pace, Jack did too and with one solid thrust he was buried to the hilt inside her ass. She gloved him better than a fist and hotter than a mouth. As he pulled back, he felt Alex's cock push in and the slight rubbing sent chills down his spine. That feeling was indescribable. 

She gave incoherent murmurs of praise and pleasure as Alex pulled her leg higher fucked her faster. Jack found and held his tempo and they fucked her until she panted and pleaded for them to go faster, harder, deeper. They obliged her until they were slamming into her, fucking her with abandon. She was sandwiched between them, taking the fucking and loving it with every stroke.

"Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she panted brokenly. Jack closed his eyes and pressed his chest against her back. He was close, so close. Her ass was so soft and tight. Amazingly, incredibly tight and he was on the edge.

"God, Elise, I'm so close. Fucking this ass," Jack groaned.

"Me too. I'm about to come, Elise," Alex panted loudly. She broke at their words and instantly came, hard. She gripped Alex's shoulders as she threw herself back onto Jack's cock.

"Good God," Jack gritted as her ass clasped tightly around his cock. He couldn't take it and in two short strokes, he came, spilling himself inside the warm snugness of her ass. She groaned low and long and leaned back against him as Alex jerked and grunted his release.

"Elise, jeezus," Alex murmured as his head fell forward. He laid his head on her shoulder not more than a few inches from Jack's own head. Somehow it didn't feel strange. Alex released her leg but they continued to hold the embrace. Fleetingly Jack wondered what the hell would happen after this.