40 comments/ 96392 views/ 17 favorites The P.I. and The Hooker By: DG Hear A Big Thank you to LadyCibelle and Techsan for their editing prowess in making this story a better read. * * * * * Chapter 1 I was a private investigator. I've had my own agency for the last twelve years. I started out as a police office and let them teach me the ropes. Then after a couple of years I decided to become my own boss. I usually only took one or two cases at a time depending on what I needed to do. I made a great living at it and made my own hours. I was thirty-eight years old and had been divorced for a year. I was only married for less than six months. I dated a lot of women in my life. I never had any trouble finding dates. A decent looking male, financially stable and a good future; that is what a lot of women were looking for! My ex-wife was close to my age; a nice looking woman who was a pretty good sex partner. We dated on and off for about a year when she convinced me to take her to Las Vegas and we were married. I don't know why I did it. I liked Margaret well enough but I can't really say I loved her. I guess I decided it was about time to settle down. We moved into my condo. It had all the trimmings: pool, sauna, hot tub, fireplace. It was a really nice place. Margaret lived in an apartment and was a beautician working in a small establishment. I know she wanted to have her own salon. That was probably why she wanted to get married; for me to buy her it for her. After about a month I got her that little business. It was a nice four chair salon. She hired two friends of hers and she of course was the owner. I didn't pay much attention to her business but I guess she was doing well. One Saturday she said, "I've got a couple of appointments and will be home later." I told her, "Fine. I have a case I'm working on and will be gone most of the day myself." I was a few blocks from her salon and had to take a piss. I figured I'd stop by her place and use the restroom. When I got there, the sign in the window said closed. I figured she was done early and went home. That was alright because I had my own key so I unlocked the door and headed for the restroom when I heard sounds coming from the office. I knew what the sounds were, being a private investigator. What I didn't know was who was in the office. I slowly walked up to the door. I felt the door knob and could tell it wasn't locked. I took out my gun that I always wore in my belt behind my back. I quickly opened the door and there was my wife of a few months with her skirt up to her waist and sitting on the lap of a very hard cock. I know I startled them. Margaret screamed and yelled "Dan!" - that was me. That was all she could get out before her lover pushed her off his hard cock. He was about to get up off her couch when I pistol whipped him one time, bruising and scratching his cheek. I said to him, "Get up and get the fuck out. The next time I see you, you'll be a dead man. He was pulling up his pants and scurrying out the door as fast as he could move. Margaret was crying and said, "It wasn't what it seemed." I told her, "Shut the fuck up. You're supposed to be my wife and you were fucking another man. That's what it looked like and that's what it was. Our marriage is over. You've got two hours to go to the condo and get your things. You can leave your key on the kitchen table. If your stuff is still in my condo when I get home, it will be thrown out onto the pavement." Then I turned around and walked out. I stopped by my buddy's house. He was a lawyer and I knew he didn't work Saturdays. He answered the door and invited me in. I told him I wanted a divorce as soon as possible because I caught Margaret fucking a guy not fifteen minutes ago in the salon. I mentioned that she could have her damn salon. That's probably why she married me. I had no use for it. That was all she was getting. If she wanted to fight the settlement, so be it, I had a prenuptial agreement and she would lose the salon if she fought the divorce. Roger, my lawyer, called my house. Margaret was there packing her things and according to Roger crying while she talked. He told her about the agreement and she said she would agree to it. He could send any communications to the salon. She didn't know where she was going to live yet. The divorce flew through which I figured it would. Roger said he found out the guy she was with was her old boyfriend before me. They had gotten back together after the divorce. That was the last I saw of either one of them. I was the single guy again which was alright with me. I was working on another cheating wife case and had to stay at the Ramada Inn. I was keeping tabs on my client's wife. It was a pretty standard case where she tells her husband she had to take a trip with her boss and of course they had a joint room at the motel. I had found out which room they were in and set up two surveillance cameras in the room. I had a lot of friends out there in businesses such as the motel employees and paid them well. So all I had to do was wait till the next morning and retrieve my tapes. As I was sitting at a booth in the lounge having a drink, a young beautiful lady dressed like a hooker came up to me and asked if I wanted some company. I couldn't believe someone this nice had to hustle her ass. As I was about to say, "No, thanks, honey," the manager came up to her to tell her there was no solicitation allowed in this establishment. I quickly stood up and asked, "Where have you been? You're a half hour late." The manager quickly apologized and walked away. I don't think he believed me but who cares. I asked the young lady to sit down. I could tell she was extremely nervous. She first thanked me for protecting her the way I did. She was new at this and wasn't sure exactly what to do. I sat back and asked her name. She said, "Dolly, Dolly Wison.." I said, "Now tell me your real name." She raised her head and replied, "Peggy Sue Williams." Then she asked me if I wanted her services and, if not, she would have to leave. She said she needed to make some money. I asked her if she had a pimp or was on drugs or something. She shouldn't be out trying to sell herself. She had tears in her eyes, "I don't have any pimp and I've never taken drugs. I need the money for my daughter. So please, if you don't want anything let me go so I can make some money." Now I was fascinated with this young girl. There's no way she should be selling herself. She was so timid she would be taken over by a pimp or end up dead. "Okay, Peggy Sue, how much for all night?" She looked up at me startled. She had no idea what to charge. "Would you come up to my room for the night for three hundred dollars, Peggy?" "Um, I guess so. What do I have to do for three hundred dollars?" "Talk to me, Peggy. That's it. You just have to talk to me." I reached into my wallet and pulled out three one hundred dollar bills and set them on the table then stood up." Peggy picked up the money and followed me to the elevator. We didn't talk at all until we got to my room. I unlocked the door and opened it for her to walk in. She looked nervous but went in. I followed and closed the door behind me. She slowly undid the top two buttons on her blouse. I stopped her and said, "That isn't necessary. Please just sit down either on the bed or over on the couch. She chose the couch and I pulled up a chair next to her. She looked at me and said, "I don't understand. You paid me three hundred dollars to come to your room. What is it that you want from me? Are you a cop?" "I'm a private investigator, Peggy." "Oh, my, God, are going to arrest me?" "No, Peggy, I'm a private investigator, not a detective or a cop. I want to help you if you will let me. I was a cop at one time and if I was still one I would have had to arrest you tonight." "I don't understand. Who are you and why would you want to help me?" "Listen, Peggy, my name is Dan Gray. You can call me Dan or DG. You seem like you are having some problems and I for some reason am worried about you. If you'll talk to me I'll see if there is any way I can help you. I don't think you are a prostitute and don't think you really want to be one. You have to trust me and talk with me. Are you willing to do that?" "I don't know why you want to help me. No one has ever helped me. They always wanted something in return. I just need to make some money to help my daughter. We've lost our insurance and she needs some medical help." "Whoa, Peggy, back up a little. Let's begin with this prostitution gig. How long have you been at it? My guess is not very long." Peggy burst out in tears. "This was my first night and you're my second trick. I need money for my daughter's medical expenses." "I understand you needing the money for your daughter. I get that. I want to know about your first trick and why you approached me tonight." "Well, I was on the corner like you see in the movies and a guy came by and asked if I would give him a hand job for twenty dollars so I said yes. He pulled around the corner and I masturbated him. He told me I looked more like the hotel type girls instead of a streetwalker so I decided to come inside the motel and look around. I saw you sitting by yourself and approached you. That's it." "Damn, Peggy, you could have gotten arrested or beaten up or even killed. What were you thinking? Where would your daughter be then?" She started the crying again. I really felt sorry for her but simply giving her some money wasn't going to solve her problems. "So, Peggy, you are saying this is the first and only time you prostituted yourself? You have to tell me the truth if I'm to help you. Tell me about yourself. I promise I won't judge you. I really want to see if I can't help in some way. Why don't you start from the beginning and tell me about your family and work your way up to the present?" Peggy said it was the first and only time she tried being a hooker. Then she began her story about her life. "When I was about seven years old, I was made a ward of the state. My parents, both mom and dad, were taken away by the police. My case worker told me they were cocaine dealers. I had no idea what that was. After all I was just a kid. When I got older different foster parents tried to explain it to me. To the best of my knowledge my parents went to prison. I have never heard from them since but one foster parent said that my dad was killed while in prison. I don't know if it's true or not." "I went from one foster home to another. Some of the people were really nice and others treated me with disgust. I really don't know why. I guess they thought I was going to be a drug addict or something seeing my parents were. I did decent in school considering all the moving around. I never had many friends. Once their parents found out about my parents they told their kids not to hang out with me. It was really rough on me. I didn't do anything wrong. I guess it was called the sins of the parents or something." "As I got older I tried to adjust to each family. I never got close to them because as soon as I did, I was shipped out to someone else. I didn't like the last family I was with when I was seventeen. I just had to stick it out till graduation. I met a boy at school named Tim Addy. I guess you could say he was my boyfriend. Right after graduation I turned eighteen and I ran away with Tim and we rented a trailer. I started at a community college and worked at a store. Tim got a job in a local factory. Then I got pregnant." "Tim said he was too young to be a dad and I should get an abortion or he would leave me. You have to understand that I never had anyone. I wasn't about to give up my baby. So Tim left us. I kept working as long as I could until the baby came. A girlfriend I met at the market moved in with us and helped pay the rent and food. I had to quit school after Trina - that's my baby - was born. Believe it or not I was able to get a job at the local bank. I did bookkeeping for them. It was a decent job and gave Trina and me both insurance. I still had some medical bills to pay from the pregnancy before I had insurance but the hospital let me make monthly payments." "That's the way it's been for the last three plus years. Sue, my roommate, and I both kind of take care of Trina. I worked during the day and Sue watched Trina for me. Then I stayed home with Trina at night. I think Trina developed asthma. The doctors prescribed medication for her." "About three months ago the bank said they were laying off employees. I was on the list. After I got laid off I went looking for another job. I had to have insurance because of Trina. I was getting unemployment but my insurance stopped. I couldn't find another job like I had at the bank because I never finished college. I was getting desperate. Trina was getting sicker and I had no way to pay for it. I was scared and worried about my daughter. I didn't go to children's services because I remember my life and was afraid they might take Trina from me. She is all that I have. "The medical bills were mounting and I had to do something. So one day I just looked in the mirror and said to myself, 'You don't look so bad. Maybe someone will pay to sleep with you.' I had to do it for my daughter. Once I got dressed I was scared to death. So out the door I went. That's all I can tell you." She started crying again. "Don't cry, Peg. Everything is going to work out. Are you hungry? Have you eaten lately?" She shook her head 'No' so I called room service and ordered up a couple of sandwiches and a couple of salads. I asked her if she wanted something to drink and she said pop would be fine. So I got her a soda and ordered a couple of beers for myself." While we were waiting for room service I flipped on the television to watch a little of the news while I continued to talk to Peggy. She told me she was twenty-three and her daughter Trina was four years old. While watching the news, they talked about a special outstanding citizen award being given to a Harold Beatty for his contributions to many charities. I looked over at Peggy and watched her face grimace. It was a reflex reaction. She didn't say anything. I turned off the TV when there was a knock on the door. It was my friend Rob, a hotel employee bringing up our food. I asked him how everything was going next door and he laughed saying he heard a lot of moaning and groaning going on. I reminded him to call me in the morning before the room was cleaned. He said, "Yes, sir" as I gave him a large tip for bringing our food. Peggy asked me what that was all about so I told her the truth. I was running surveillance for a client and needed to complete my work first thing in the morning. It was getting late and I asked Peggy if she wanted to spend the night. I didn't want to send her out this late at night. I told her she could have the bed and I would take the couch which turned into a bed. She asked if she could call her friend Sue and make sure Trina was alright. I could hear her on the phone. Sue said, "You did it, didn't you" Peggy said, "Kind of. I'll tell you about it in the morning. Is Trina alright?" Sue replied, "I gave her the medication and told her you would see her tomorrow and she went right to sleep. Are you going to sleep with the guy?" "I said I'll talk to you tomorrow, now good night," I could almost hear her smile. After we finished eating, Peggy went and cleaned up. While she was in the bathroom, I jotted down a few notes and names. I had to make sure Peggy was being honest with me if I was going to help her. When she came out of the bathroom, she had on one of my long tee shirts and asked if it was alright for her to wear it. I smiled and said the tee shirt never had it so good. The funny thing was it was true. I went in the bathroom and took a shower. When I came out, Peggy was fast asleep. She looked like an angel lying there sleeping. God, I hope she was telling me the truth. I really wanted to help her. The next morning I got up early. Peggy was still fast asleep. I left her a big note that told her that she better still be there when I got back. I took off to a local Wal-Mart that was open twenty-four hours. I went into the ladies section and bought her a blouse, a pair of jeans, a package of bikini underwear and a pair of girl's sneakers. Then I went to the cosmetic counter and bought her 'White Diamonds' cologne, and a tube of lipstick that I thought would look good on her. Then I remembered I forgot the bra and went back and picked that up also. I bought an overnight bag to put everything in and headed back to the motel. As I opened the door I could hear her in the shower. She was actually singing. She had a nice voice. I could picture her sitting with her daughter and singing to her. I heard the shower stop and a minute or so later the bathroom door opened. I guess I scared her at first because she let out a little scream. She was standing there with a bath towel wrapped around her. Damn, she looked sexy. I handed her the overnight bag and she asked me what it was. I told her it was clothes because I wasn't going to take her out to breakfast looking like a hooker. She took the bag and walked back into the bathroom. She came out a few minutes later smiling and asked me how I knew her sizes. I told her when I went to the bathroom the night before, her clothes were all over the place. Her bra, panties and blouse from the night before all had size tags on them along with her shoes. I guessed at the jeans according to her skirt. The cologne and lipstick I picked because I liked them. She thanked me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Then she asked me, "What happens now?" I told her we would go to breakfast and then we had to come back to the room and as soon as I finished my business I would see she got home. After returning from breakfast, I had to say I totally enjoyed her company. Dressed in jeans she could have passed for my daughter. She was one pretty girl and smelled great. She smiled at me all through breakfast. I went next door and retrieved my tapes. By the look of the room my client's wife and her boss had an all nighter. I would take the tapes to my client later. I asked Peggy if she had a car and drove to the motel the night before. She laughed and said her car was so old it would be a classic if it looked better and ran good. It was just an old rust bucket that helped her get around. As we were getting ready to leave the room she offered me my three hundred dollars back. She said she never earned it. I told her she did so. I offered her three hundred dollars if she would spend the night with me and all she had to do was talk and I told her she did plenty of that. Again with the tears in her eyes. She was a regular tear making machine. We got into my Mercedes and I drove her home. She lived in a trailer court not too far from the heart of town. As I drove her home I asked her to promise me that she would never try the hooker scheme again. I gave her my card and told her to call me if she needed anything. Otherwise I would contact her in a couple of days and she should hold tight and everything would be alright. As she was getting out she gave me a big hug and kissed me on the lips this time, thanking me over and over for helping her. Then there were the tears as she grabbed her overnight bag and went into the house. I stopped by my office to make a couple of calls. I got hold of one of my contacts and told her to find out anything she could about a few names that I had. Peggy Sue Williams, Tim Addy and Harold Beatty, I wanted anything she can find at all. I asked her to please keep it under wraps and get back to me as soon as possible. Then I called my client and told him I had some tapes to give him confirming that his wife was having an affair and the tapes should be all the proof he needed. We set up a meeting for later that day. The P.I. and The Hooker I took a look at the tapes. His wife was a looker. She must have been a sex addict the way she rode her boss. After he took her a couple of times she walked to the door and she let in another woman. They had two double beds in the room and while her boss lay on one bed, she and the other female got on the other bed for a little girl-on-girl action. It was something to see when a woman eats out another woman. It looks totally different. I guess the women know exactly where to shoot for. I ran the woman's photo through a data base. My client might want a name. That's why I make the big bucks. I give the client what they need. I met with my client and told him he might want to view these tapes alone. I mentioned to him that they were taken without the knowledge of the recipients so he couldn't use them in court but could definitely use them for leverage. Then I gave him a copy of a tape of the hall monitor which showed who went in and out of that room and at what time. That tape could be used in court. He paid me and I was on my way. Unfortunately I probably started another divorce proceeding. But that's what I do. When you play, you pay. That was my motto. When I went back to my office I had a message to call my contact back. She told me she had some information on all three people. First Tim Addy was a guy that worked at a local factory. The only reason his name was in the data base was he was found with a little weed when he was stopped on a traffic violation about a year ago. He paid a fine and then did a few days of community service. No big deal there. Now my contact Peggy Sue Williams was another story. She was a ward of the court ever since she was a kid around seven years old. Her parents were in prison for cocaine dealings. Her dad was killed about ten years ago in a yard riot. Her mom was released and moved out west somewhere. She wasn't on the 'to find' list so my source didn't go any further with her. She told me that Peggy ran away from her last foster home. She cried rape on the last foster parent. When the police did a follow up there wasn't enough evidence to prove a rape had happened. The man said it was consensual sex between two adults and that if it was rape why did this Peggy girl wait two months to report it. The case was dropped for lack of evidence. My contact continued, "This Peggy woman did have a child. Now the big thing is this Harold Beatty fellow you had me check on was the accused rapist. He is also receiving the outstanding citizen award in the next few week." "Was there any more info on the Peggy woman?" "Only that she got a ticket about a mouth ago for an unsafe vehicle. That's about it, Dan. Hope it helps." I thanked my contact and hung up the phone. Everything Peggy told me was true except for the rape. Remembering the grimace on her face I knew she was telling the truth. I might have to pay a visit to Mr. Beatty. * * * * * Chapter 2 After a very busy day I headed for home. I was thinking about Peggy and thinking about how I could help her. She seemed so sweet and I felt something for her. Maybe, it was knowing what she went through in her short life or that she had a sick child that I could tell meant the world to her. Maybe I really cared for her. I decided to hit the hay early. My back hurt from sleeping on the stupid hide-away bed, knowing a gorgeous woman was a few feet away and I played the knight in shining armor. I woke to the sound of my phone going off. . . It was 4:30 in the morning. I jumped from the bed and answered it. I heard a woman's voice. She sounded nervous or scared. "Dan? Dan, is that you?" "Peggy, calm down," I recognized her voice instantly. "What is it, Peggy?" "It's Trina. She was having trouble breathing so I rushed her to the hospital. The doctor wants to admit her. Dan, I need to borrow some money for her admission. Can you loan me enough to pay part of her medical bill?" "I'll be there in fifteen minutes. Tell that damn doctor to admit her." I hung up and quickly dressed and rushed to the hospital. I knew they had to admit children without question. Someone was just giving Peggy a hard time. Probably over the bill she still owed on. I was pissed. Why do we have idiots always trying to cause trouble with single women? When I got there Peggy ran up to me and told me that the doctor said he was having Trina admitted immediately. The doctor came out and came up to me to apologize for the admitting error. I told him to apologize to Peggy, not me. It was her that must have misunderstood him about the admission of her sick daughter. He went over to Peggy and told her how sorry he was for the misunderstanding. I headed over to the admissions desk and laid down a credit card and told the woman at the desk that she was to make sure that all charges for Trina were taken care of. I would expect to see an itemized bill when she was released. Also she should put the remaining balance of Trina's account on it as well. I could tell the clerk was worried. She must have been the one to tell the doctor about the outstanding balance. Peggy came up to me with those tears again and gave me a big hug. I told her everything was taken care of and that Trina would get the best of care. If they gave her any problem at all she was to notify me. The doctor came back and stated that Trina's breathing had been brought under control. They would keep her for a few days and run some tests to make sure she was getting the proper care and determine what medications she was to receive. I could tell he was trying hard to make up for the admissions goof. That was fine with me. I just wanted Peggy treated better and her daughter to get proper care. Peggy and I went down to the cafeteria and got a cup of coffee and talked for a few minutes. She thanked me over and over saying she had never met a man like me. She didn't know men like me existed. "Please, Peggy, no more tears. I'm here if you need me." I honestly didn't know why I was doing this for a perfect stranger. I felt I had to do it. I, for some reason, felt responsible, but why? She said, "I should get back up to Trina's room. I want to be with her." I told her to call me later in the day because I would like to see her at my office when she had a chance. There were a few things I wanted to talk over with her. She said she would pay back every dollar I loaned her if it took the rest of her life. I just smiled and said that I liked the idea of seeing her for that long and might just hold her to it. I left and headed for home. Later that day she called and said that Trina was doing good. The doctor said that her medications hadn't been doing the job and that's why she had the breathing flair up. He was sure they could find the proper combinations now since she was tested. She would probably be released in the next couple of days. She thanked me again and said she hadn't forgotten that I wanted to see her and would be there probably the next day when her friend Sue would be with Trina. Two days later a wreck of a car blowing blue smoke out of its tailpipe pulled up in front of my office. I watched Peggy jump out smiling when she saw me at the door. She asked me how I knew she was coming and I told her that her car noises and smoke arrived ten minutes ago. She just laughed and came into my modest office. As she entered she saw a beautiful woman at my reception desk. I could tell she was taken aback. I guess she never thought of me having a secretary. I introduced the two women. "Peggy, this is June and of course, June, this is Peggy, the woman I had mentioned to you." They greeted each other but like two woman wondering about the other. It kind of made me laugh. You see, June was my younger sister. She still thought she was my keeper, always watching any woman who approached me. She reminded me that she didn't like Margaret but I married her anyway and look where that got me. I had told her all about Peggy. I guess that's why she stared at her so hard. She didn't want big brother to get burned again. She has been working for me for years but wanted a lot less hours. I told her about Peggy and was thinking of hiring her but that I wanted her opinion. I was going to have her interview Peggy for the job. After the two women finished their hellos I asked Peggy into my office. I told June to hold any calls for the next few minutes. Peggy followed me into my office and I asked her to sit in a chair and I sat behind my desk. I asked about Trina and she said she was doing great. She told me because of how much I have helped them it probably saved Trina's life and I haven't even met her yet. She looked up and told me she thought I would love Trina. She could see the warmth in my eyes and know I had it in my heart because of all the things I have done for her and Trina. "Well, Peggy, I have a couple of things to talk over with you..." "I'll pay you back..." it was my turn to interrupt. "This isn't about money, Peggy. I need to ask you a few questions and I need for you to be totally honest with me if I'm to continue to help you." "I have been honest with you, Dan." "Peggy, I know about the rape." She started crying, so I got up and went around my desk as she stood up and I just held her. "I didn't mention it, Dan, because nobody believed me. So I figured why would you? That's why Tim left. He wasn't going to be a father to someone else's child. I'm sorry, Dan, everything else I explained to you is true." She sat back down and I pulled a chair next to her. "Peggy, you can have a DNA test done and he would have to pay child support if the DNA proves positive. He admitted to having sex with you all-be-it consensual." "Dan, he raped me. I don't want his money if he can take my daughter or even be around her. My skin crawls whenever I see him on the television. I don't want him near my daughter. You can understand that, can't you?" "Of course I can. I guess I was only thinking of your financial situation. I'm sorry. Peggy, are you good?" "What? You mean sexually, Dan?" "Oh, my God, no. I'm sorry. I was thinking ahead of myself. Are you good at doing bookkeeping, some accounting and general office work?" "I think I am. What are you getting at, Dan?" "I'm thinking of offering you a job. It all rests on my sister's opinion. She's a great judge of people and if you are interested I will have her interview you." "That beautiful woman out there is your sister? I would love to interview for the job if it gets me insurance," she smiled. I didn't know if she was smiling about the job or that June was my sister. I called June in and informed her that I had to leave for awhile to work on a cheating husband case this time. I asked her to have Peggy fill out an application and interview her like we had talked about earlier. I would be back later and then we could talk about it. I told Peggy I would contact her later and let her know our decision. She thanked me again for everything. I told them they could use my office and I would see them later and then walked out. 'Damn,' I thought, 'I sure hope June likes her, I sure the hell do. Maybe I'm becoming too attached. Well, I had promised June I would abide by her decision.' A few hours later I called the office and told June I couldn't get back that night. I was busy following the cheating husband. She asked me if I was ready to talk about Peggy. I replied, "No, my mind has to be on what I'm doing but I will call Peggy and let her know I'll give her an answer tomorrow." I knew June could tell I was nervous from my voice. June said, "Dan, I'll tell you all about it Sunday but while you have Peggy on the phone, tell her she starts Monday. Bye, big brother," and she hung up. Yes! Yes, that was great news. It would be interesting to hear what June had to say. She was one good judge of character. After that I was smiling as I went to get the info on another cheating husband. Damn, didn't people like their spouses anymore? For once I would like to find that the spouse didn't cheat. That would be great news to take back to a spouse. "Your spouse wasn't cheating. Just a mistake on your part." It hadn't happened yet. Usually where there's smoke there's fire. Wow, what an original thought. I gave a quick call to Peggy. She jumped right in and said, "Well, did I get the job?" I hesitated before answering. I had a habit of doing that to people. "Dan, are you there?" I heard a sad tone in her voice. I couldn't do this to her. "Yes, Peggy, I'm here." I did speak in a soft tone, "I didn't get to talk with June very long. I won't get back tonight. She told me to tell you she preferred skirts and blouses or a business outfit and for you to be there Monday at 9:00am. Do you think you can make it in that old car of yours?" I could hear her crying again but this time it was joy. "God, Dan, I'm so happy. Thank you, thank you, thank you. You've done so much for me and hardly know me. I'll be there if I have to walk all the way." Listening to her brought tears to my eyes. I had to focus on what I was doing now so I told her she was welcome and I would see her Monday. I followed my client's cheating husband to a house in the suburbs. Christ, it looked like another desperate housewife having a fling. It was a little harder gathering evidence at homes but my equipment was sophisticated enough to do it. I would be able to get the sounds and the rest would just be photos. He pulled into the drive and the garage door opened and he pulled inside. I aimed my microphone in the direction of the house and was able to pick up their voices. As I was recording the sounds I opened my laptop and checked on the address to see who we had living there. Bob and Sarah Mills have lived at that address for twelve years, according to the data service I used. I called my source for a background check. I liked to give my clients all the information I could. She said she'd get right back with me so I simply listened to the grunts and groans coming from the house. "Fuck me, baby, it feels so good. Rub my tits, stick it in me." The talk just kept going. I always wondered why the husband was cheating. I met his wife. She was every bit as good looking as this woman. She didn't seem like the kind of wife that always said no to her husband. Well, my problem was just to get the evidence. My source called back and said, "Nothing on file on either person." I guess it was just another marriage going down the tubes. I needed a few pictures as evidence so I wouldn't have to come back later. I got a few pictures of his car both entering and leaving the premises. Two more failed marriages. I checked the files and found that they were old school mates; probably another old boyfriend and girlfriend trying to bring back old times. Damn it, I hated cases involving kids. I took the pictures and the recordings and turned them in to my client. Come to find out they were all old classmates. My client told me that Sara was her rival in school. She thought she won the man but apparently other than his money he wasn't that good of a catch. My job was finished. The couples could argue it out in court. I headed home. I was thinking about Peggy and little Trina whom I had yet to meet. Some families have everything and throw it away and others struggle to make ends meet. I stopped over at my sister's house on Sunday. I wanted to talk to her about Peggy before I saw her on Monday. June greeted me at the door with a big sisterly hug. Her two rugrats came out yelling, "Uncle Dan, uncle Dan." June had been married for about eight years. Her hubby Bob was a good guy. He was an electronics wiz. That's why I always had the latest in updated equipment. As Bob was cooking up the steaks and the kids were in the pool, June and I talked for a few minutes. "Well, what do you think of Peggy Sue?" I asked. "Dan, she's wonderful. Bright, intelligent, and as you know, beautiful. She learns fast. I went over a couple of the duties she would have and she picked up on them instantly. She knows how to use a computer although she will have to learn our particular programs. I don't see it being a problem. She will learn it fast. She did ask if she could bring Trina to the office for the first couple of weeks until she adjusted to her new medical program. After that she would enroll her in a preschool. I said I would talk it over with you but didn't see a problem there. The only problem that I can see is that she is in love with you." "What? Come on, June, I helped her out. She probably likes me since I helped her with Trina and offered her a way out of where she was headed. But love me? Come on. I'm what, sixteen years older than her." "Dan, she is extremely grateful for everything you have done for her. I can see that. She feels she really owes you for all you done for her. But, I'm talking inside her heart, Dan. She loves you and would literally do anything for you. Dan, I really like Peggy. Please don't hurt her. She and her daughter have been through hell." "God, June, the last thing I would want to do is hurt her. I promise you I'll be a nice guy. You tell me if you think I'm mistreating her in anyway and I'll try to change it." "Just take your time, Dan. Don't rush it and it will all be okay. Now let's go and eat those steaks Bob cooked up." June never pulled any punches. I wonder if she knew how I felt about Peggy. I guess time will tell. I told June that I would be late coming in Monday. I had a few loose ends to clean up and she could get Peggy started. On Monday I showed up around noon. Peggy had parked that junk car in my spot. I had to laugh. As I walked in I saw June standing there holding the most precious little girl I have ever seen. She was a spitting image of her mother. June kissed her on the cheek and put her down. She came walking over to me and I picked her up. "Hi, sweetheart, and what's your name?" "Trina Williams," she responded. "Well, hi, Trina Williams, glad to meet you. You can call me Uncle Dan." "Uncle Dan, my mommy said you saved my life. Thank you," and she gave me a big hug. That made my eyes water. That was the nicest thank you I have ever received. I looked over at June and her eyes looked like mine. Peggy came out of one of the other offices and saw me holding Trina. She was smiling until she saw June and I with tears in our eyes. "Is something the matter?" she asked. I said, "No, a little girl just made my day," and I smiled. I asked Peggy to take her car and go down the road to the car dealer and ask for Ray. He was to show her some cars. If she worked for us, she needed something more dependable to drive. She was going to say something about money but instead asked if she should take Trina with her. I told her that we would watch her. Ray, my auto dealer, told us later that Peggy had pulled up in her clunker and was looking at the used cars on the lot when he told her that she wasn't supposed to get one of those. She figured they were more expensive than she was allowed to get. Ray took her into the showroom and told her that I wanted her to pick out a new car. Ray informed her that we leased cars instead of buying them and she had her pick of any car there within reason and our business would be paying for the lease. I had told Ray that there was a limit on the price she picked but didn't want him to tell her unless she went over the limit. I just figured she wouldn't. She was looking at the Mercedes and smiled at Ray. That was almost double the limit I gave Ray. He didn't say anything until she went up to the compact cars and picked one out. She wanted a four door so she could put Trina's car seat in it. She also said that she wanted vinyl seats because she knew kids would spill things in it and it would be much easier to clean. The P.I. and The Hooker Ray looked at her and said that she could get a much bigger car if she wanted. She told him that she liked the one she picked out but would like it in blue if they had it because that was Trina's favorite color. She asked if they had the little portable DVD player that went over the seat. That way Trina could watch cartoons or movies if they went anywhere. Ray told her she had a few papers to sign and that they indeed had her car in blue and they would put in the DVD player. It would be a few minutes and if she wanted she could clean out her personal stuff from her car since it was a trade in, and they both laughed. She asked for a couple of garbage bags to throw all her stuff in and asked them to transfer the child travel seat into the new car. They did what she had asked as well as switched the plates. Before she left Ray said he asked her why she stared at the Mercedes but didn't ask about it? She told him that it was exactly the same kind of car that Dan drove and that made me smile. I love my little car. It's just right for me. She put her two bags of stuff in the trunk and came back to the office. When she got back she pulled into my spot and just smiled. She came in and gave me a big hug. She said, "Oh, I'm sorry, you're my boss now." June and I both started laughing. Peggy just had a habit of doing little things that made us laugh. I really liked her in a big way. Over the next few days Peggy and June became the best of friends. They were more like sisters. It was nice listening to them laughing at different things. I could hear them from the office whenever I was there. Also little Trina always showed up when I was in my office. She always sat on my lap while I conducted business on the phone or computer. She would sit and color or draw pictures. I was in love with this little girl and knew I felt the same way about her mother. I just had a hard time admitting it. We had a business relationship while at the office but a couple of times a week we would go out for dinner. We would always take Trina along. One morning I decided to pay a visit to Mr. Harold Beatty. I had to watch my P's and Q's with the man. I knew he raped Peggy and I knew she wanted nothing to do with him. I had an appointment with him that morning. His secretary told him I was there. I waited a few minutes before she told me I could go in. "So, Mr. Dan Gray, you're a private investigator. What can I do for you?" "Mr. Beatty, I'm here on behalf of Peggy Sue Williams." "What's this about? That case is closed. I never raped that bitch, we had consensual sex. If you have any other questions, you can contact my attorney. Now please leave." "Okay, Mr Beatty, I'll head over to the newspaper and tell them about your daughter, the one you don't claim. You're big news with the special award coming next week. I'm sure they would like this story." "Child? What child?" he asked. "You son of a bitch, I'm tired of playing fucking games with you! The bitch that you raped - oh, I mean, had consensual sex with - about five years ago had a baby. Your child! I have all the proof I need to go public with it. I'm sure your wife, children and grandchildren will be happy to know they have a new family member." I knew he was shocked. He had no idea that Peggy became pregnant. I saw an inhaler on his desk. He picked it up and took a whiff. "Why, Mr Beatty, I might mention that your child as asthma also. I guess it runs in the family." "What do you want from me? How do I know you're not lying?" "Let's begin with what I want for Peggy and your daughter. First I want you to fill out a letter saying you are giving up all parental rights to this child and that you will never bother them or have anything to do with either one of them. That way Peggy will be the sole parent of the child. Next I want a cashier's check made out to Peggy Williams for $50,000. That will be to help pay the cost of the past and future medical bills that they have incurred or will incur mainly due to the pregnancy and the asthma problem." "That's blackmail. I can have you arrested." "No, you fat fuck," I was starting to get pissed. "It's an easy out for you. If you prefer, you can pay all her medical bills and child support payments for eighteen years instead. Then the rest of your family members and the public will know also. That was my suggestion to Ms. Williams but she didn't want your molester body anywhere near her child. As proof I will give you a copy of her daughters DNA to take to your attorney. You can have it matched up to your own DNA. I'm sure he will agree with this settlement. Unfortunately it lets you off the hook. I will be back in two days to pick up the letter and the check." "If you feel really lucky, we can go to court." I thanked him for his time and then told him I would see my way out. When I got back to the office June asked to speak to me in private. We went into my office and she asked me when was I going to ask Peggy to marry me? She said that she knew I loved Peggy. She could see it in my face every time I looked at her. I told her that I was taking it slow like she told me to. I had hardly even kissed her. I always tell June the truth. I never could hide anything from my little sister. I told her I thought I was in love with Peggy. I had never felt this strong about any woman before, even Margaret to whom I was married for a few months. But I was sixteen years older than Peggy. What would our marriage be like five or ten years up the road. Would she want some young stud then? "You big idiot! That girl wants you. She tells me how much she is in love with you just about everyday. Believe me, you ask and she'll say yes. Besides you get a daughter as a kicker. Even Trina loves you. She told me she didn't have a daddy but if she did she would want him to be just like Uncle Dan." I didn't know what to say. I asked June one more time if she was sure. She looked up at the ceiling in disbelief and walked out of the room. I followed her out and was approached by Peggy. "Dan, would you like to go on a real date with me? My roommate Sue is getting married Saturday and she asked me to invite you to the wedding and reception. She has never met you and I'm always talking about you. Would you be my date?" "Wow, you're right, I have never met her. Yes, I would be more than happy. In fact it would be an honor to be your date." Well, that was a start. Later when June and I were alone I asked about watching Trina Saturday and she told me she and Peggy worked that out a week ago. I told her I was just asked to go. She laughed and said, "I knew you would say yes. I just told Peggy to wait to ask you. I know how you are with dates and appointments' the closer to the event the better chance of you making it. By the way, I'm keeping Trina the whole weekend. Just thought you might like to know. Peggy has never seen your condo. Saturday might be a nice day to show it to her. Just have her back here in time for work Monday." What a sister! She's been taking care of me my whole life even if she was younger than me. After our parents were killed in a car wreck when I was twenty two, June was always watching out for me. Hell, she knew me better than I knew myself. A couple of days later I knew it was time go back and see the bastard, Mr. Beatty. I wondered what his reaction would be. I knew he always played the boss, the arrogant son of a bitch, but this time he met his match. I walked up to his receptionist and ask to speak to Mr. Beatty. She asked me if I was Dan Gray and I told her I was. She explained that Mr. Beatty was unable to see me but she was told to give me an envelope. She handed me the envelope. I thanked her and left his office. The son of a bitch was afraid to see me again. Just hope the results were what I was shooting for. As soon as I got in my car I opened the envelope. In it was a cashier's check for $50,000 dollars and the letter saying he gave up all parental rights to Trina. Man, was I ever happy. He left a note for me in the envelope also. "Mr Gray, my business with you is over. I expect this case to finally go away. I expect you to be a man of your word." Well, unfortunately I was a man of my word. I took my note out of the envelope and closed the envelope back up. I headed back to the office and called Peggy and June into my office. They both sat down and little Trina came around and sat on my lap. Peggy opened the envelope and pulled out the letter and the check. She looked at June and asked what it all meant. June told her that Harold Beatty wanted nothing to do with her or her child and had given up any legal right to the child. She was now sole guardian of Trina. To help raise the child he gave her $50,000 as long as she never bothered him again. "You mean this is my money and I never have to worry about anyone trying to take Trina from me." June nodded and Peggy let the tears flow. She stood up and said, "I don't care if you are my boss," and she kissed me. I mean a true lover's kiss. Then she put her arms around me and simply held me tight. June looked over at me and whispered, "I told you." "Trina looked up and asked, "Mom, how come you're kissing Uncle Dan." She looked at me and then over at her daughter. Because I love him, sweetheart, and I don't care if he knows." I didn't know what to say so I suggested we close up early and all go out to celebrate. June called Bob and he and the kids were all going to meet us at the Red Lobster. At dinner Peggy said that she didn't know how I did it, getting the letter from Harold Beatty and the money for her, but she meant what she said at the office. I was always at a loss for words lately around Peggy. When the time comes for me to tell her I love her, I wanted the timing to be just right. The right mood, the right time and the right place, when we will be alone. Everyone at the table probably knew my feelings. But saying them was different. Trina asked to sit next to me at the restaurant. She ended up between her mom and I. That really took off a little pressure until my sweet little Trina looked up from the table and blurted out for everyone to hear. "Uncle Dan, do you love my mommy? She said today she loves you." Out of the mouth of babes! What do I say? This wasn't exactly the time or place. So I told Trina I had a secret for her. She bent over and put her ear by me. I whispered so only she could here. "Yes, I love your mommy and I love you, too." She looked at me, surprised or happy or something. She stood up on her chair and gave me a big hug. Then she turned to her mother and said, "Mommy, Uncle Dan loves both of us," as she smiled at her mother." "Sweetheart, that was supposed to be a secret. You weren't supposed to tell anybody," I replied. "Oh, I'm sorry, Uncle Dan but I don't keep secrets from mommy. She told me to tell her everything. That way she can protect me better." I looked at the group all laughing at the table and merely tried to ignore their remarks. In two days I was going to a wedding with Peggy. Maybe the mood would be a little better for romance. When I came in to work on Friday June came into the office. She handed me a check for $12,387.00. She said Peggy said that's what she owed me for paying up all the medical bills. Then June handed me three one hundred dollar bills. She said that Peggy told her that was unearned money and she was returning it since she could afford to. June laughed and said that Peggy said the day that I felt she earned it I could give it back to her. I picked up Peggy on Saturday afternoon for our date. Sue had already left for her wedding. That meant that from that day forward Peggy and Trina would be living in the trailer alone from now on. June was there picking up Trina when I arrived. She looked around the trailer then came up to me before Trina came out. "Big brother, follow your heart and do the right thing tonight." I knew what she meant and that was my plan. Never in my life has my little sister tried to fix me up with any woman. She never trusted them or maybe she could always read my heart. I'll never know but her instincts were the best of anyone I had ever known. Peggy appeared at the door. She looked like an angel dressed in blue. I can't describe how I felt at that minute. I walked up to her and took her hand and walked her to my car. She kissed her daughter and told her to be good for Aunt June. She then hugged June and thanked her for everything. I opened her door and told her how beautiful she looked. I got in and we drove to the wedding. We went into the church and took our seats. As the wedding began I just held Peggy's hands in mine. I watched as the bride came forward. I was slightly surprised to see that she was an older woman, maybe near sixty years old. It never dawned on me she might be an older woman. As she walked by us she smiled at Peggy who by then had started the water works. I handed her my handkerchief. I knew she was happy for her friend but was probably thinking about her own wedding and wondering if it was going to ever happen. At the reception she introduced me to Sue. I said hi and of course offered my congratulations. It was very nice to finally meet her. She said, "Thank you for everything you've done for Peggy. I always wondered what a guardian angel looked like and now I know." She then gave me a big hug. As the night progressed I danced every slow dance with Peggy. I told her how beautiful she looked and how great she smelled. "You better like it. You bought it for me along with the lipstick." I remembered now, buying the lipstick and 'White Diamonds" cologne. I kept holding her close, then closer. Her friend Sue asked me to dance one dance. As we danced she told me how much Peggy cared for me. Seems like everyone knew. A number of men asked Peggy to dance but she refused all of them. The groom asked and they danced for about a minute and then came by Sue and me and we switched partners. I had Peggy back in my arms. I asked her why she didn't dance with anyone else. She said that this was our first real date and she preferred to only dance with me. I figured it was time to let my heart out. Peggy and I went out on the patio where we were alone. I took a deep breath and began, "Peggy, I love you with all my heart and soul. I know you know that. It seems everyone knows it. I want you to marry me but I'm afraid that our age difference might be a problem." She stopped me by putting a finger against my lips. Then she spoke, "Dan our ages mean nothing to me. I don't care if you are twenty-two or sixty-two. You are the nicest, kindest and most wonderful person I have ever met. I knew I loved you from the first night we were together. I was afraid that I wasn't in your league. But the more I learned about you, the deeper I fell in love with you. If the offer is still open, I would love to marry you and be your wife." I kissed her, the gentle loving kisses. "Dan, there is something I need to tell you. I may not be a good lover. You know I've had sex because I have a daughter. But I have never made love. I'm a little scared that I may not be able to please you." I looked into those always tearing eyes and said, "I want a wife who can make love. Will you come home with me tonight and we will see how we click?" There was no doubt in my mind about our love making. I've wanted her since the night I picked her up in the motel. I haven't had sex with anyone since that day. "I don't usually sleep with anyone on the first date but for you I'll make an exception. Can we leave right now and get a head start on it?" We said our good-nights to Sue and her husband. I saw Peggy whisper in Sue's ear. I know she told her I had proposed to her. I watched as they both hugged and then we left. As we pulled up to my condo Peggy couldn't believe it. She saw the pool and the sauna and hot tub. I asked her if she wanted to start there in the hot tub. She shook her head no so we walked into my condo. She exclaimed about what a beautiful place it was but it could use a woman touch. She was right. There is something about the way a woman decorates which almost always looks and feels more like a home. I showed her through the rooms and then to the master bedroom. She saw the king size bed, smiled at me and said, "I want to begin there," pointing to the bed. * * * * * Chapter 3 There we were in my bedroom. We were both a little uneasy. I'd done this dozen of times. Hell, I was thirty eight years old. Why should I be nervous? I walked over to the CD player and put on a romantic disk. With music playing low in the background I turned on a corner lamp and turned all the rest of the lights off. I asked Peggy if she wanted to do this and she replied, "More than anything. Please be gentle with me." I reached for the zipper on her dress and slowly pulled it down. I pulled the dress off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. She stepped out of it and I picked it up and folded it over a chair. I took her in my arms and kissed her. She smelled so good as I kept kissing her but always gently, barely touching our lips together. I reached behind her and unfastened her bra, pulling it off her shoulders. What beautiful breasts she had. Not big and not small. Definitely more than a mouthful! I quickly slipped off my suit jacket while she was undoing my tie. I started to unbutton my shirt when she slapped my hand and said she wanted to do it. Then while I slipped of my shirt she had my belt unbuckled and unbuttoned my trousers. When she unzipped them they also fell to the floor. I reached down and tossed them over on a chair. We were both down to our underwear. She sat on the edge of the big bed. I pushed her back lightly so she was lying on her back with her legs dangling over the side. I reached up and put my fingers on the sides of her panties. I slowly pulled them off as she lifted her hips to help me out. After removing her panties I lifted one leg and started rubbing her foot. Gently squeezing and massaging it. I put it down and did the same to her other foot, but instead of releasing it I started kissing my way up her leg. Rubbing and kissing, rubbing and kissing, first her shins, then her calves, working my way up above her knees and onto her thighs. All the time I was doing this I could hear the romantic music playing softly in the background. Sighs and moans were coming from Peggy. No words were being spoken. I spent a lot of time rubbing her thighs, one leg then the other. As I was on my knees on the floor I put each of her legs on my shoulders. I started kissing both her thighs, burying my face between them. I was near the top of her thighs near her sex and I could smell the odor of her sex. It was driving me half crazy. I finally turned my face straight and went for the gold. She was wet and I couldn't help myself - I buried my nose, mouth, tongue and face into her vagina. She reached down and held my head tightly against her and I felt her erupt with her first orgasm. She screamed out, "God, oh God, I never felt anything like this," and then she erupted again. When the spasms stopped, I got up off the floor and grabbed my shirt to remove some of her juices from my face. She moved up to the center of the bed and I joined her. "God, Dan that was the greatest feeling ever." I started kissing her but then remembered I still had a lot of her juices on my face. She kissed me harder and harder with lots of passion. When we pulled apart I heard her saying that she tasted good. I started rubbing and kissing her breasts. Sucking her nipples and squeezing on her globe-like breasts. I felt her reach down and touch my rigid manhood. "Dan, let me give you pleasure. You've given me so much and I want to do it for you." So I rolled over on my back as she got on her knees on the bed and removed my briefs. "Sweetheart, I've never done this before, honest, so if I do anything that hurts you, please tell me." The P.I. and The Hooker She reached down and took my cock in her small hand. She leaned over, opened her mouth and took my member between her pink lips. She lowered her head and let the head of my cock in. The warmth of her mouth caused a drop of pre-cum to ooze from the head. Every time she raised her head off my cock I could see strings of my pre-cum and her spittle. She began taking more and more into her mouth. She would constantly lower her hand on my cock and then lower her mouth. I could feel a load building up. She pulled off my cock and told me she didn't know if she could swallow it or what to do. I told her I wanted to deposit the first load deep into her pussy. She didn't hesitate. She got up, straddled my cock and slowly lowered herself down. Watching her facial expression I could tell she wanted it as bad as I did. Up and down, up and down, I was watching her juices running down my cock, pooling in a mass of wetness on my pelvic area. We were both making noises like two animals in heat, which we probably were. I told her I was about to come. She said she knew because she could feel my cock pulsating and it felt so good. Then she pressed down hard, pelvis against pelvis. We grabbed hands as I exploded into her. She pressed down harder and harder. After shooting my load and getting little pulses from my dick I could feel her after- shocks. Her pussy kept throwing out little spasms. "I love you, Dan, I love you so much." After the spasms slowed down she was about to get up when she said to me. "I think I'm going to have a mess when I get up." I told her not to worry about it and to just lie down on me until my cock and her pussy stop doing their thing. She stretched out with my dick still in her and lay on my chest. After a few minutes she just rolled off and lay next to me. I told her to hell with the mess because we had more sheets and besides we'd just begun. We rested for about a half hour and I asked her if she packed a swimsuit in her overnight bag? She held it up and I said we could go cool off in the pool and then get ready to make more love. "Dan, I love it when you say love instead of sex because with you that's what it is. I've had sex but never had love until with you tonight." "There's a lot more love left in this old body. It just takes an hour or so to build up. Let's go to the pool and then come back and see what pops up." She put on a cute two piece suit that looked great on her and I slipped on my suit and we headed to the pool. After the pool she wanted to try the hot tub. Watching her in the tub was getting to me. I had my hand and lips all over her. She reached down and felt by hard member. "I think it's time to go back in before we get arrested out here," she smiled. After getting all refreshed with me horny as hell, we went back in and started again. We started off a little different. She lay on her back and I slid up and put my cock between her breasts. She squeezed them together and let me tit-fuck her. I have no idea if she was getting much out of it but I sure was. She opened her mouth and I moved up and she grabbed my cock and I inserted it into her mouth as deep as she allowed me to by holding onto my cock. God, her mouth felt so warm. She pulled my cock out of her mouth and asked me to make love to her. I knew that meant she wanted it in her pussy and I dropped down and put it in. She was wet, hot and waiting. My cock slid right in. I started with straight fucking. I lay across her but held myself up to keep from putting all my weight on her. She said she would like to watch me doing it to her so I rose up and put both of her legs on my shoulders and pumped away. She put a pillow under her head and watched as my cock slowly went in and out. I could see total ecstasy on her face. Everything just felt so erotic. 'Unchained Melody' was playing on the CD. I could hear the words from the song in the background. ------------------- "Oh, my love, my darling, I hunger for your touch. Are you still mine? I need your love. God speed your love to me." ------------------- It was getting to me watching my cock slowly go in and then come out. Here I was thirty-eight years old having sexual feelings I have never felt. I asked her to turn over. I pulled my cock out and as she put her butt up at me I reinserted my cock in her pussy. It was a completely different feeling. I knew I was getting near orgasm and started pumping harder and harder. She was pushing her ass back to meet me every time I went forward. My balls slapped against her every time I pushed in. I finally grabbed her hips and pushed in all the way and just held tight as she kept kind of rotating her ass. Then I came, almost as hard as I did earlier. I felt her push back against me and get her orgasm too. I held onto her hips until we both stopped cumming. We were both worn out from the lovemaking. I let the music play but tuned off the light and just cuddled with the woman I loved. The next morning I woke up first and put on some coffee. When I went back in the room Peggy was awake. She asked me if I still loved her and if the love was good enough to be my wife. I told her I had something for her as I went to reach into the night stand. "You aren't going to give me the three hundred dollars back, are you?" Smiling, I reached into the night stand and pulled out an engagement ring. "No, not the three hundred dollars even though you more than earned it. I have this instead." Will you marry me, Peggy Sue Williams and make me the happiest man alive?" as I took her hand and slid the engagement ring on her finger. She was still as naked as a jaybird but grabbed me and hugged me with those tears in her eyes. "Yes, yes, a hundred times yes. I will be your wife. You have made me the happiest woman on this planet." The rest of the weekend was a repeat of the previous episodes. We did show up for work on Monday. June could see the glow from both of us. "Hey, little brother! I've never seen you glow before. Must have been a hell of a nice wedding you guys went to." She smiled at me as I headed for my office. In the office, there was Trina sitting at my desk and drawing. She told me she was the boss and was giving the orders today. Peggy came in and laughed as she listened to her daughter giving out orders. When Trina saw her mom she ran to her. It would be great if every mother - daughter relationship was as good as theirs. Peggy showed Trina the engagement ring I gave her. Trina asked what it meant. "Well, sweetheart it means that mommy and Uncle Dan are going to get married." "What about me, mommy?" she asked. "I'll answer that one, Trina. You probably won't call me Uncle Dan any more. You can call me daddy if you want too." I could see tears in everyone eyes. June, Peggy and even little Trina. I had tears in my own eyes by then. Trina looked at me and then at her mom and said, "We're going to be a real family. Just like on TV." I was hoping our family would be better than the new TV families but then I remembered that Peggy told me that they liked to watch the old classic family shows together. That's the kind of family I wanted to be also. We did get married soon after that special weekend. I adopted Trina and our life is great. They moved into my condo and now it's a real home. To think it all began with a future hooker asking me if I wanted any. That has to be one of the weirdest starts for a marriage I can think of. I often wonder where she would be today if she would have left that evening or if I didn't help her out. Looking back I have to believe that God used me as her guardian angel until I totally fell in love with her. I never helped anyone out that way before and probably will never do it again. I guess there was just something special in the two of us meeting. Our love making is great. Of course we wait for Trina to go to bed but the wait is always worth it. Hope you enjoyed this story. Comments are always welcome DG Hear.