66 comments/ 52349 views/ 12 favorites Emily and I By: seattlejack My most heartfelt thanks to Greowulf. His editing skills have made this story much more enjoyable. After high school I had a good part time job at the auto parts store. I lived with my sister and had plenty of time to hang out with my buddies. My sister eventually put her foot down and said that I needed to go to college or something or I should find my own place. I finally went to GRCC to learn more about cars. I found out that I wasn't quite as smart as I thought I was and started to really delve into automotive technology. About three quarters of the way through the program at Green River, I ran out of job prospects and money and had once again become a drain on my sister. I thought it might be a good idea to join the service. Get paid to go to diesel mechanics school in the Army. Without a guarantee of my chosen school, (no matter what your recruiter tells you, there are no guarantees), I enlisted. I wound up a radio operator doing foot patrols in Afghanistan. The heat, dust and brown surroundings filled a typical day on patrol. My squad was out amongst them and we got ambushed by some idiots bent on killing us. I got hit in the back of my legs as I was dragging Tom behind cover. I survived, but I never knew if Tom did. Lieutenant Raske dragged me and Tom behind a wall and I heard fierce covering fire from his M4. He saved my life. It took over an hour for a Bradley to finally come and end the standoff. I got thrown into the back of the M2 and passed out. By the time the medic got to me I had lost a lot of blood from the wounds in my upper legs. I woke up as I was being unloaded from the plane in Germany. I was on my stomach and in pain. A medic gave me some help in my IV. I woke up later and I was stiff and sore but only hurt when I moved. I tried not to move when they told me I was headed state side. They say there are only two good posts in the Army, the one you just left and the one you're going to. For me there was just one good post, San Antonio Texas. Brooke Army Medical Center would be my new home for my last surgery. That's when I met her. Lt. Connors, the night charge nurse for our ward. By the end of the second day I was as much in love with her as every other guy in the ward. By day I recovered from the last surgery, did PT, OT and Psych evaluations with Dr. Bill. I had stopped some shrapnel with my backside and on its way through the jagged pieces removed one testicule and may have damaged the other. By night I dreamed of Lt. Connors. Her voice was sweet and mild, she seemed like she was happy and enjoyed life. Her short dark hair framed the face of a movie starlet. She moved fluidly through her rounds with the grace of a gymnast. We all watched her, and waited our turn for a few minutes of her precious time and close proximity. When she was close, she even smelled sexy. Maybe it was just clean and not medicinal, but I did smell a trace of perfume at least one time. We found out her first name was Emily. Emily Connors. During our day time chatter we referred to her as Emily. Some of the guys were really crude in their references to what they would like to do with/to her. Not me. I had a solid gold crush on her. At night she was Lt. Connors. That was the only way an enlisted man could address an officer. She would read our letters from home to us individually after all the charts were filled out. She read one to me from my sister. She said, " I like your sister, just from her letter." Dr. Bill and I didn't get too much time, but what we had was great. He helped me to look forward to life maybe without the possibilities of fathering children. He said Jacy, "You need to get out of this place, find a young lady that is willing, and see if your dick still works". We laughed. I agreed and said, "Yeah there is someone I'd like to try it out with." "Can't do that", was his quick reply. "She's an officer! If you got caught, she'd get busted and you'd get a three to five year vacation in Kansas." I was embarrassed that he knew. I wondered if she knew. Or did he just guess? I was getting better and looking forward to getting out of the hospital. The next night, Lt. Connors woke me up in the middle of a fitful dream where we were taking heavy fire. She had some juice for me and as we quietly talked, she put her hands on mine. She asked me," Do you trust me?" "Yeah, you're my nurse". "Would you trust me with your life?" my nurse whispered secretly into my ear. "Yes" was my small reply. "Good, come with me. Do not say anything or make any noise. Understand?" I nodded my head in agreement as she grabbed the wheeled hospital bed and rolled it and me down to the end of the ward to a private room. "Do you trust me?" She whispered again. "Yes" but this time my answer was firm and confident. "Not a word or a sound" she said as she strapped my arms to the bed. In a few seconds she was kissing me gently on my lips and I was kissing her back. She unbuttoned my top and kissed her was down toward my first erection in way too many weeks. Ms. Nightingale quickly ran a baby wipe over my dick and gently sucked the head into her hot mouth. She kept her hand on the shaft and ever so slowly took me to heaven. The trip didn't take very long before I blew my load right into the back of her mouth. She didn't swallow but let all of my cum drain back onto my pubs and stomach as she kissed her way back to my chin. When she got to my mouth we tongue wrestled and I got the unique taste of my own juice for the first time. A quick kiss on the cheek, a finger across my lips for silence, a wink and she was gone. A few seconds later a nurse that I had never seen before entered the room and gave me a stern but friendly, "Not a sound". She wheeled the bed back to my kingdom and removed all evidence of what had just happened. "Holy SHIT, what had just happened? Fuck-n-A! Am I dreaming?" these word passed my lips silently as I waited for her return. Lt Connors never returned and I never saw her again. The word on the ward was everybody's favorite nurse had gone on leave and nobody knew when or if she would return. I remained silent and kept her secret, our secret. Besides, nobody would believe me anyway. The next day I told Dr. Bill about a dream that I'd had. It had to be a dream because I was a SP4 and the Lieutenant was, well, a fucking Lieutenant. He listened, smiled and told me to go and have a good life. We shook hands and I never saw him again. Emily and I "Something doesn't seem right here? She's never mentioned anything like this!" I quizzed my monitor aloud. It didn't answer. I zoomed in and out enough times so I could drive to the location. I printed some maps. Boots on the ground were needed. The Tuesday after Emily left on her next two week road trip, I took two days off and rented a gray sedan. I got a hand held GPS unit from the shop, my maps, camera and set out north to find some answers. I found the house with few problems. I drove up the wide vacant driveway to the garage doors and pushed the catch button on the GPS. It was a match. Her company car spent every night on the other side of one of these two doors. I backed out and parked down the block and waited. I was sweaty and my stomach had a tight knot in the middle. The possibilities couldn't be that many and none that ran through my head gave me any comfort. Just after 16:00 hrs I saw what looked like her company car approach. It slowed and turned into the seventy five foot long concrete driveway and slid seamlessly into one of the automatically opened garage doors. The double door closed behind her and if I had not been watching closely I would have missed the whole thing. I waited. I called Harry and had him do a Travis County records search for the address of the Ranch House. Eight minutes later he called back. "The owners were listed as a Alex and Emily Wilkinson. 200K lien holder, assessed valuation...1.3..." I hung up and shivered. My stomach tightened. I was just getting ready to leave when the same garage door opened and from the other side of double door a red Mustang convertible backed out. Not just any red, but a custom Raspberry Candy with the white top and chrome rims. It was an identical match to the unique Mustang sitting in our garage at home. I had a sinking feeling in my gut. The convertible headed away from me and I had to hustle to catch up. I followed it about twelve long blocks and it turned into a wide parking lot identified by a sign as The Tennis Club. The sleek Ford parked and the driver emerged with two young teen girls. They all had racquets and hurried into the club. I drove up slowly behind the shiny red convertible and snapped the license plate. I took up a vantage point and waited. Fifty five minutes later the three of them returned. Laughing, talking and skipping, they climbed into the Mustang. The digital camera recorded some of their return. I zoomed in on the faces and it was definitely Emily and the other two looked like her too. The girls had to be her daughters. I was starting to feel sick inside. I was frayed, so I went over to the main highway and found a motel. A good dinner of enchiladas, frijoles and rice washed down with three Dos Equis and I slept like a log. Next morning I was back on surveillance duty at 06:00 hours. At 07:42 the custom chrome rims rolled out of the garage and I followed them to a local mall parking lot. The passenger's door opened and the two girls emerged, back packs and all, and along with ten or twelve others kids, boarded a yellow school bus bound for the Jessica Wright Academy. I followed the Mustang back to the house and as the garage door closed, I took up my position down the block. Just after 09:00 the same double door opened and her beige 4 door headed toward Houston. I followed and when it turned into to a large medical center building, I made the same turns and parked two rows back. The sales rep left her car in the middle of the mass of vehicles and sample case in hand, headed into the complex. I waited about three minutes then cruised slowly up to the car and got out and photographed the VIN and the license plate. I left the area and headed home. I returned the rental car and enjoyed my big Off Road on the ride home. I Googled Alex Wilkinson. He was a well known surgeon, according to this page, and sponsored a clinic in Haiti. Fund raisers and the good works abounded on the web site. He also seemed to spend a lot of time in Haiti. I Googled Emily Wilkinson, and found a small article about her and her husband at a fund raiser for a clinic in Haiti. The picture was small, but she was there and with her doctor husband. I printed the article and the picture. I Googled the school. It was a private school for students K thru 9. I guessed the girls ages were 10 or 12. Shit! Now some of the holiday snafu's and mid week departures made some sense. Damn! She lived there, in Austin, and I was a part time gig. I grabbed a large piece of paper and started a time line. I put two stick girls on the top right and drew a line to the left and labeled it eleven years. Under the two girls I made a stick man. I drew that line to the left and it only went six years. I crumple the paper and jammed it into the garbage. The next day I did a Victoria County records search for our wedding License. Nothing. Not my name, not her name or anything on that date. I widened the filter for any hits after that date. Nothing. I felt like I was in the Twilight Zone and Rod Serling was talking about me. Emily and I I finally opened the folder that Jane had left for me. There was a power of attorney, our marriage license application and an unfinished note from Emily. It read: "My Dearest Jacy; If you are reading this, I will never see you again. I love you so much. I love my daughters just as much. Please forgive me, this was the only way that I could figure to have all three of you in my life. I never meant to hurt you, I love you. If there is hurt in your heart, please, please don't aim any of it at my innocent girls. My only regret... The letter ended abruptly. Five months later my tears were gone and I started to gain some weight back. I was sleeping though the nights. I started to smell food again. I even thought about going back to finish school. When the hurt left there was an empty hole in me, a hole in my life that used to be Emily. Emily and I, Do You Trust Me? Emily and I Yes I trust you. The hour plus drive four or five times a week sucked, but being with Jane and the girls was worth the trip. I started getting hugs and cheek kisses when the girls or I would leave. Unless I left at 06:30 hrs, just before the girls got up. We discussed ways to eliminate the drive but hadn't hit on a solution until the girls moved on to college. Jane bought me a Toyota with a four cylinder engine to ease the cost of gas back and forth to Austin. She wanted to get me a new one; I negotiated a three year old one. It was red though. After her divorce, Emily insisted that her sister live with her and their girls. The Ranch House was remolded to accommodate Jane's suite. Her UT salary pretty much just sat in the credit union earning interest for the last seven years. I drove the '66 up one weekend and all three of the girls were wild about it. The rebuilt six cylinder engine ran perfectly once I installed the right air correction jets in the new Weber carburetor. I promised to bring it back after I installed the headliner. My lover and I took the Raspberry convertible down to the coast several weekends when the girls were with their dad. She negotiated a 102 square inch bikini with a paro wrap. Shy at first, the warm sands of the coast finally got her over most of her uneasiness about her shapely body. We studied poses on the internet and soon she was almost as flirty and sexy as Patty. Getting her to pose without her top was easier than talking her into a bikini in the first place. We made love and had sex on the beach one night, she cried. Life was more than she had expected. She missed her sister, but loved her nieces and her man, me. I never drove the Raspberry Candy Mustang to Austin. The Auction A few weeks after the concert, the Jessica Wright Academy held their annual fund raiser. The auction was held in the inflatable arena. This inflated domeish thing was about the size of a small soccer field. Traffic volume was crazy enough that we had to park three blocks away. The roving school shuttle bus to the campus was nearly full when we got on. Inside the arena were decorations of all sorts. Around the interior walls were the individual silent auctions which included student works and donated prizes. Jane and Evonne, another orchestra mom that I had met earlier, got together on the silent auction. Jane bought Evonne's daughters donation, a home cooked spaghetti dinner complete with violin music. Evonne bought Connie and Janice's Italian dinner and string/flute music. It cost Jane and Evonne each seventy five dollars but they both said it was worth it. I think I was looking forward to that evening. A local senior high school's string quartet and jazz ensemble provided live music at two different venues in the arena. They were good. Jane had a white wine and I had a vodka tonic with a lime twist. By the time we had gotten to the other end of the arena our drinks got refilled at the second bar. Public school was never like this. Finger food, lots of finger food, was located near the bars. Jane and I had made several trips that afternoon with her Cadillac full of fruit plates from the deli to the auction. The highlight of the evening was the class projects live auction. The 4th grade patch work quilt with a hand print of each student went for fifteen hundred dollars to a grandma. Several other primary grades class projects went for almost as much. One of the group dinners went for over two thousand dollars. Another was on a yacht and went for almost as much. I'd slipped into the rest room for a few minutes near the end of the live auction. I was sitting on the commode, just getting some quiet time and I heard two guys enter and use the urinals that were right next to my private office. 1st Guy. "Hey. A great auction! Looks like a full house. Maybe they won't be hitting us up for more money this year. I see Jane has a new beau. Have you met him?" 2nd guy "No, haven't met him yet, but I'm sure my wife will see to that before the evenings out. Yeah I hope she has better luck with this one than the last fag. I hope she didn't catch anything from that ass fucker. I felt sorry for her.. and loosing her sister like that to." 1st guy. Yeah, she was quite the little blow job queen. I knew her when she was at TW. Her and a couple other sluts blew about 20 guys many a night at some frat parties. They would get drunk and take on all comers in one of the upstairs bedrooms. They wouldn't fuck, but they sure could suck a golf ball through a garden hose. I have a friend that swears that every fourth Thursday she'd come in to his office, drops her skirt, kneel in front of his chair. Then she would run a baby wipe over his dick and three minutes later he would shoot'n into her mouth. She never swallowed, but damn! She'd clean his dick with the wippie , smile and take his order. This had been going on for the last three years. He said that he's gonna miss her." 2nd guy, "Yeah, well, if I was Alex I'd tap Jane and leave that vindictive bitch Samantha alone. I knew her in Atlanta and she hasn't changed a bit. Too much family money." 1st guy "Well I guess he's been doing Sam for the last 5 years, maybe longer. I don't imagine it'll take her too long to move into Alex's house and kick Jane out." 2nd guy. "He'd be stupid to do that. He's got it good now. Jane takes really good care of the kids and he's free to fuck that bitch in Haiti. I hope Alex would be smart enough to keep her out of his house. Plus he'd have to hire someone to do Jane's job. I don't think Samantha has a domestic gene in her DNA." They left and I had an ear full. I caught up with Jane and Evonne at the bar. Evonne's husband, Charles, was introduced to me. He was one of the two guys in the men's room. I identified him as guy #2. He was the one that suggested that Alex tap Jane and leave the bitch alone. I played it cool, no reaction. I never told Jane that I knew who the source of my information was. Nor did I tell Jane that I had found almost a case of nylons ( a five years supply?) and a Costco sized box of individually wrapped wippies in the trunk of her POS company car the day that I planted the GPS in the trunk. Those must have been the tools of her trade. The cost of doing business and looking good. Like anyone there are different sides of a individual's personality. I guess I didn't know the complete Emily. I wondered what else I didn't know. The next day the girls were doing combat with Iron Mike. That is what I called the Lob-Ster (The electric tennis ball serving machine.) We were in the den watching and I told Jane that I had overheard some men's room talk and it was about her and Emily. Jane, "Oh? What about me?" Me, "It was an observation about you being with a New Beau, and hopes that you would find eternal happiness with that good looking stud." Jane laughed and said, "Oh, I think I have. And what about Em?" As she put her arm around my waist. I asked, "Did you know that your sister was known as the blow job queen?" Jane replied, "I'm sorry that you had to hear that. I would have never told you something like that. Nor will I ever lie to you. Yes, I knew that from her days at TW. As a matter of fact, I had gone to one of those frat parties with Em and one of her friends. All three of us had gotten into the spirit of the bedroom activities, if you know what I mean. But when I sobered up, I quit partying. I never went back, and I implored Em to do the same. A semester later Em quit too. I suspected that she had been raped at one of the parties. But Em didn't talk about for a long time. That was unusual for her. Finally she did talk with me and said that she was repeatedly raped one night. Both anally and vaginally. Nobody used condoms. They didn't hurt her, so she didn't go to the police." "She just never went back. She did go to Health Services and get the morning after pill and checked for STD. She did stop drinking but I'm pretty sure that they put something into her drink that night. When you were in the hospital, how did EM show you her feelings?" Jane didn't even wait for me because she knew the answer. "That's the same way she communicated with Alex on their third dated." I thought to myself. "Alex didn't have a chance, shit neither did I. She had a talent and knew how to use it." "Please don't ask me any more, please. I would rather not talk about that. And yes, I showed you the same way that first night in our bed. I am not ashamed of it, I love you and I wanted you to know that I love you. I fell in love with you on our second date. But remember, I'd know you for years through Em. I am yours for whatever you want." I asked, "Even let me use your ass? She grabbed onto to me for dear life and put her head cheek to cheek so I could not see her face but she could whisper into my ear. "Yes anything. Most of the time when the ex and I had sex he would bend me over and take me. It wasn't always loving and nice; sometimes it was close to rape. He always used a condom but almost never my vagina. The second time of any evening he insisted that I suck him and swallow his sperm. He would never return the favor. My orgasms were always self induced after he had rolled over and gone to sleep. When you spent time on me that first night, I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you." Now, sticking my dick into a lady's ass just never got high enough on my priority list to even ask about. I liked pussy, nipples, lips, blow jobs, sweet giggles, smiles, strip teases on the bar. You get the picture. I never fucked Jane's ass. I quizzed Jane, "Who's Samantha?" Jane quizzed back, "I don't know. Why do you ask?" I told her, "She was reportedly having an ongoing affair with Alex, in Haiti. How can we find out if they are a known item down there?" Jane, "I can't believe that about Alex, but I know who to ask." That Monday Jane called in a favor and fond out that Alex and Samantha have had an ongoing affair for several years at least. Samantha was the nurse that was in charge of the Haitian clinic when Alex wasn't there. The police report about the accident that killed Emily showed the driver to be from Georgia. The guy is still doing time in the county jail for third degree involuntary manslaughter. Nurse Samantha was from Georgia. I know Georgia is a big state, but sometimes it's a small world. Jane called the investigating officer for Jane's case, detective Almos, and told him that Alex was having an affair with a nurse from Georgia. Her name was Samantha Burrows. Detective Almos said that he did not know that and thanked Jane for bringing it to his attention. He asked Jane how she knew and Jane told him the source of her information. He said that he would contact her if anything new happened during the course of his investigation. The Spaghetti Dinner The next week the girls were ready to make their silent auction dinner. 'Lupȇ and Jane decided that 'Lupȇ would be the coach in the kitchen for the dinner. Evonne's girls, Randi and Karla were as excited as Connie and Janice. They were talked out of making the noodles, but still wanted to make the bread. Jane had a great sauce recipient. Yes, it even had meat balls. The girls wanted to serve spaghetti and meatballs. It was about this time that 'Lupȇ started to warm up to me. In the beginning she had openly told Jane that she was afraid that I would break her heart. She was also concerned about bringing a man into the girl's lives that might not want to stay for the duration. Jane listened and acknowledged her concerns regarding the girls. A week before the scheduled parent dinner, all four of the girls and 'Lupȇ took over the kitchen for a practice run. Jane and I were ordered out of the house. The girls had fun doing that because they had 'Lupȇ's authority behind them. Jane wanted to go to the Sonic. Kind of a romantic reunion. We shared a burger, fries and a Coke. The Escalade's seats were different than my big Ford and Jane gave me an instant sad face then she dove across the console and kissed me hard. After the roller skating car hop collected our tray Jane turned sideways on her seat and put her naked feet into my lap. We rode slowly home and I caressed her feet until she almost went to sleep. She said," I've never been that comfortable with another person. I want you to take me inside and make love to me." We did just that. The eve of the big dinner finally arrived. The girls were running around getting dressed, doing make-up, hair and driving Jane crazy. 'Lupȇ was the sanity in the kitchen. The sauce had been simmering for hours and the bread's aroma reminded me of my sister's bread making skills. I just kept out of the way. Evonne and Charles arrived and I made cocktails. Charles and I held down a game in the den while Evonne went to rescue Jane. After a while Karla and Janice came into the den and made a formal announcement, "Dinner is ready." Evonne and Jane had gone all out with fancy and quite sexy dresses. Frankly, they both looked like 8.9 on my MILF-o-meter. Fortunately I didn't have to choose because Jane was mine and I would get her in a few hours because the girls were over-nighting at Randi and Karla's. The table in the almost never used dinning room was elegant. Candles, crystal, china, sliver, linen, and an antique table cloth that had been Janes's great grandmothers. The salads were served in small hand made pottery bowls. We had a choice of dressing. Randi and Connie served a chilled Pinot Noir. Janice and Karla played a duet that lasted two minutes. It must have been the Minute Waltz played twice. We all clapped as the girls ran back down the hall. The salad bowls were collected and we were each served a fine china plate of spaghetti with meatballs and sauce. The fresh bread was cut and served in linen wrapped wicker baskets. Our wine was refreshed and all four of the girls appeared with their instrument. They played a medley of tunes that I only recognized two parts, Fiddler on the Roof and The Sugarplum theme from The Nutcracker. My sister had taken me to the Seattle Nutcracker once and it made quite an impression on me. I'd never made it back for a second performance, so I decided that was going to be my Christmas present to the girls and Jane. A Nutcracker extravaganza in Seattle. The dinner was a success and the lime sherbet was perfect for desert. The girls helped 'Lupȇ with cleanup in the kitchen while the four of us chatted and finished the wine while in the den. When I told Jane about my idea of taking the girls and her to see the Nutcracker in Seattle, she was beyond herself with excitement. When she told Evonne, they decided that we would all go in December. The summer came and I bought a small band saw and an air operated pin nailer. The girls and I built bird houses, bat houses, boxes and more. Everything got painted, sometimes more than once. We listened to music, theirs and mine. We swam, went to the concerts in the park, and played tennis. Life was good. Detective Almos Summer went by with only two tropical storms, and no hurricanes. The cool of late fall was welcome, and so was the call from detective Almos. Jane looked at her caller ID and said, "Hello Detective Almos." Thirteen seconds later the color drained from Jane's face and she gasped and grabbed her chest. About twenty seconds after that, she said, "Thank You", and closed the connection. "You are never going to believe this. They arrested Samantha Burrows for Emily's murder. She hired the driver to kill my sister! Detective Almos couldn't give me any more information than that because of the ongoing investigation. He said that he would update me when he could." A couple of weeks later Detective Almos had an appointment to talk with Jane at the Ranch house. The girls were gone to Evonne's for the night. The door bell rang. Jane damn near bowled the large man over with a super hug. Tears and makeup smudged on his clean white shirt. She apologized profusely and Detective Almos's first reply was, "da nada, it's nothing." His Mexican heritage gave him a soft voice and manner, but he was all Texas lawman as we were soon to find out. "May I introduce a trusted friend, Jacy Warenhaul." Jane presented. There was no offer of a hand shake, but a friendly, "Glad to meet you," from the detective. We sat in Jane's living room and Detective Almos opened a file folder onto the coffee table. He began. "When we got your tip about the affair, we went back to square one and restarted the investigation. We looked at the husband first and he came up clean. So did the clinic in Haiti. Mrs.Wilkinson's accidental death policy had been in effect for tweleve years. Increased 7 years ago to two million. So no red flags went up. Typical for the income of a top surgeon. The two million had been put into trust for the girls, with himself or you, Ms. Allman as guardians. Money could be drawn for education until their 24th birthday, and then the girls would get the remaining money. But then you know all of this." Jane, "Yes, but we will not tell the girls about this until they are twenty four." Detective Almos continued. "Evidence led to an Atlanta connection so the Georgia State Police got involved." Jane and I exchanged knowing glances. "They checked the wife of the driver that killed your sister. She and the daughter seemed to be doing just fine even though the wife didn't work. She paid for most of her purchases in cash. The Georgia investigator, Detective First Class Williams ran a red flag up on that one. He and his partner put the case together in Georgia. Detective Saint-Levesque, Detective First Class William's partner, got court orders to check Ms. Burrows bank records and other information. Ms. Burrows and Dr. Wilkinson both flew from Austin to Port-Au- Prince connecting through Dallas, then Ft. Lauderdale. However, on their monthly return, she went to Miami, then Atlanta, then Dallas, then here. Dr. Wilkinson flew the same return route as they flew down. During a three hour lay-over in Atlanta, Ms. Burrows would withdraw $3000, in cash each month. She would then pass the cash to Mrs. O'Mathlock, the wife of the driver that killed your sister. Mrs. O'Mathlock is a cousin of Ms. Burrows. The wife is on her third marriage so the names didn't trace out quickly. The day Mrs. Wilkinson died; Ms. Burrows and Dr. Wilkinson were in the Dominican Republic sharing a suite. Air travel and hotel records confirm this. Jane charged in, "So that's why it took so long for that son-of-a-bitch to get to Emily's funeral." Jane was livid. Detective Almos paused, looked at Jane, then continued, "The Georgia state police and the bank in Atlanta copied all of the serial numbers of the money put into the envelope that they gave to Ms. Burrows. The detectives followed the money and Ms. Burrows to a meeting with Mrs. O'Mathlock. They met in a park near the airport. After their meeting, Ms. Burrows went back to the airport. The detectives followed Mrs. O'Mathlock as she went to pay her rent. They arrested her in the parking lot before she could spend any of the money. The serial numbers were the sting money from the Atlanta bank. Child services took care of the daughter. The wife was charged with murder for hire. Detective Saint-Levesque called me after her fax arrived. My partner and I went to county jail and arrested Mr. O'Mathlock on murder for hire charges also. The threat of charging the wife with murder was enough for Mr. O'Mathlock to tell us the truth about what had happened to your sister. That truth implicated Ms. Burrows. The husband became a witness for the state and would have testified against Ms. Burrows. The wife knew something was wrong, but didn't ask or want to know. Emily and I, Do You Trust Me? Mrs. O'Mathlock was to get $3000 per month until her husband got out of jail, then $50,000 to move and restart their lives. Jail time for Mr. O'Mathlock was never anticipated so the monthly money was for the wife and daughter until he got out. That was the only clue that they had. They followed the money. We issued a warrant for Ms. Burrows. She was in Austin by then, so my partner and I arrested her. That was the first time that I ever saw the woman. The charge was murder for hire. When confronted with the evidence, her lawyer pushed her for a plea and the ACA (Assistant County Attorney) accepted. She could have gotten life without possibility of parole if a jury had been involved. Ms. Burrows took a plea, 20 to life. She's serving that sentence now. The driver got 15 years minus time served because his co-operation. The wife got probation and had to go to work to support the daughter. So this case is closed as far as we are concerned." Detective Almos closed the file that he had placed on the coffee table. He sat back and continued. "One reason that I like my job is that people never cease to amaze me. Now, take Detective Saint-Levesque for example. When I talked with her on the phone she sounded like the Queen of England. You know, proper British. I had her pictured in my mind as a short, white haired old lady. No disrespect intended, just a visual based on what I'd seen on the TV. I mentioned this to Detective First Class Williams, and he laughed. He said, "Let me paint you a picture of Detective Antoinette Saint-Levesque. Detective First Class Williams' Story. "She is about 5'9" and worked her way through college on a track scholarship. She was a quarter miler. Not much in the boob department, but legs that go clear up to the top. When she arrives in the Squad room every morning she wears her department blazer, a blouse, skirt that goes down just past her knees, and nylons. Her two inch heels have straps that buckle across the top of each foot. She greats everyone by name and often will stop and chat quietly with the other detectives before she gets to her desk. Oh, and two other things, she was a home coming queen and is from Jamaica. She is very black, and a hell of a partner. I'm proud to work with her now. At first I thought she was a prima dona equal opportunity employee. I went to the Captain and asked her to be reassigned to another partner. The captain looked at me, smiled and, in his best Jay Silverheels vocal rendition, said, "Me cap'm. Mak'em 'signmunts. You 'tective, you do'em signmunts. No wine-um! Clos'm do'r on way out. Git'm up Scout!" The captain thinks he's a comedian. That was eleven months ago. Like I said, I'm proud to work with her now. She's actually a real charmer. And I started out life as a good ole southern boy." "One day we were out in the south side and heard a radio call for a strong armed robbery that had just taken place just a few blocks from out location. As they broadcast the description of the perps, ahh suspects, we saw them walking just a few yards ahead of our stopped unmarked squad car. Detective Saint-Levesque jumped out of the car, identified herself and displayed her badge." "The three gentlemen took off running. She caught the first one by the collar in about two car lengths. He was wheeled to the ground and told, "Stay". She also kicked one of his shoes off. I got to him while he was looking for his sneaker and cuffed him to a newspaper box. Back in the car, I radioed for back up and tried to catch up when I saw her shove the second guy ass over tea kettle into a hedge. The third guy had quite a lead on her. So she stopped, unzipped her skirt and dropped it on the sidewalk. She then removed and folded her blazer and placed it on top of the skirt. My partner then took off at a dead run after the third guy." "I stopped and handcuffed the second guy to a bush that was part of the hedge. I picked up her skirt and blazer, and smoked some tires trying to get up to where the action was. Cripes, I was running third in a foot race and I had a car!" "By the time I caught them, the third guy had just given up. He heard her coming and just laid down on some grass and tried to die. He was hand cuffed face down and was trying to catch his breath. None of the suspects ever saw Detective Saint-Levesque running outfit." Now I may be old, but I'm not dead, so I left her skirt and blazer in the car when I went to her location. All I could see were legs, a gun belt and a blouse. Damn, from under the blouse peeked a pair of running shorts! I asked her, "Do you always just wear running shorts under your skirt?" "Why no Detective First Class Williams, I am properly dressed, I've got my knickers on underneath, see?" She was breathing less than I was when she pulled her blouse and running shorts up to her waist on her left side to display a dark blue pair of granny panties. "I'm a police officer, I always wear blue knickers." I nodded and said, "The rest of your stuff is in the car." She pulled her stockings up, retrieved her skirt and blazer and was again properly dressed before the first unis arrived. "Where did you learn that hedge push thing?" I asked her. She smiled back, "I guess you never ran collegiate track." "Detective First Class Williams, can we keep this just between you and I?" (It took me dang near two months to get her to call me Bob when we were alone, but this time it was Detective First Class Williams). "What? That you single handedly ran down three suspects?" I gasped. "Not a chance!" "No silly, that I always wear blue knickers!" "Yes dear, my lips are sealed." Detective Almos was enjoying his retelling of the story. "I do believe that Detective Saint-Levesque is an amazing woman." Detective Almos then looked straight as Jane and said, "Now another woman that amazes me is you Dr. Allman. An award winning research biologist at the state's premiere university. Why did you cover for your sister's affair for the last number of years?" Jane was caught off guard but stumbled an, "I loved my sister." The understanding detective nodded and said, "Yes, I believe that." "And another person that just confounds me is you Mr. Warenhaul. A decorated and wounded combat veteran. Why would you have an ongoing affair with a married woman? The same mother of two children that Dr. Allman here was covering for?" He waited for an answer. Jane took over. "He thought that they were married." Jane told Detective Almos the story of Emily and I. He listened intently. When Jane was done the Sheriff investigator said, "You see why I like my job? People are so fascinating. And I am beginning to believe that Mrs. Wilkinson was an amazing woman also. I wish I'd met her in real life. Take care, good bye." Jane let him out the front door and we just looked at each other in utter disbelief. "DAMN! I'll bet he even knows that you're hot in the sack!" I chided my lover. Jane didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She was angry. "I was so full of rage at Alex, I could have killed him if he had been here. I didn't know that I was capable of that! Jacy, how did you cope with the killing in Afghanistan?" Jane went into the den and when she returned she handed me her Sig for safe keeping. She needed some time to cool down. "We'll talk about it some time. Right now, give me a kiss." It took me about 10 minutes to calm her down. She relaxed but when I released her, she yelled, "That Bastard! Give me my gun, I'll kill that son-of-a-bitch!" It wasn't until the next morning that she stopped demanding her Sig back. Over coffee I commented to Jane, "I'll keep your piece because I don't want Detective Almos investigating Alex's untimely demise." Jane, "I'm glad he's on our side. Let's make sure we keep it that way. How did he know all that stuff about us?" "Cell phones. He looked at Emily's cell phone records and got all of our numbers. That gave him our names and then he did a law enforcement search. Then he matched the cell towers and the times that our phones were using the network from that tower. He knew when and where we all were. When Emily would call in her orders every night just before 9:00 pm, she would use the cell tower near hour house. My cell phone would ping the same tower. That's how he knew that she spent two weeks at our place. When she would call me very night from here, her phone would use the cell tower nearest here. That is how he knew that you and I had never been in contact until after Emily's death. The first four months were only the calls from your cell to mine." Jane said, "Em always put in her orders from the computer, she never called them in. She called the girls just before bed time every night when she could." Something else new that I learned about Emily. "That stuff in Afghanistan I'd rather not talk about, yet. But I'm done killing. Unless someone threatened you or the girls, then I'd drop 'm in the driveway. And why are you pack'n a .38?" Jane smiled, "I'm a Texan, don't mess with Texas." Alex's schedule didn't change much. He still spent most of his time at the clinic and his time in Austin was either fund raising or doing surgery. Jane couldn't face him. 'Lupȇ said he looked damaged, and in pain. I felt sorry for him, for about 1/8th of a second. He was the one that had put his dick in the evil bitch from Georgia and started this whole thing to spin out of control. And yet, somehow, I wondered if Emily knew. No! SHIT! I take that back, she knew, she did know, and that was why she maneuvered herself into my life. I told my suspicion to Jane. She looked like she had just gained keen insight into the last seven years of her life. I wondered if she looked at her sister differently. I would ask her sometime. The Nutcracker It was early December and Connie and Janice were excited about the upcoming trip to Seattle. They had lots of questions. We went online to answer some. Ultimately, all eight of us flew up to Seattle for two days and two nights. My sister was elated! She was so sorry about Emily, but loved Jane and the girls. My sister joined us for the trip to the Nutcracker. Charlie rented a limousine and we went early for shopping and dinner. The floating bridge was a wonder for the Texas contingent and it started to snow. The girls had never been in a real live snow event. With the holiday lights, sounds, etc they were on overload. We shopped on the waterfront, and then lunched at the Market (Pike Place) and shopped again at West Lake Center. Our driver met us near the monorail terminal and we put all of our packages into the trunk of the long low luxurious Lincoln limo. We then rode the monorail to McCaw Hall. The Nutcracker was just AWSUME, as always. I liked the first part the best. Afterwards the limo picked us up just outside of the Hall dropped us off at our eastside hotel. Good byes all around then the driver took my sis home. We had adjoining rooms and the girls wanted to all sleep together in the same room. That was fine because they were tired and went to sleep in about two minutes. Jane and I moved into the other room and the queen bed there. Good thing we brought PJs. We all changed in the bath room one at a time and I only remember snuggling with Jane for 3 seconds before I fell into a deep sleep. I was awakened about 0 dark thirty by one of Jane's fantastic blow jobs. The curtains were open enough that I could see the snow swirling past our eighth floor room. She swallowed this one and we kissed. Jane needed a potty break. As she slid out from under the covers, we both saw Evonne propped up on one elbow watching. The watcher got out of bed and went into the bathroom just behind Jane. The door was closed for several minutes and Jane came out and crawled into be next to me. " Jacy sweetie, I need your help. I need your help for my friend Evonne. She has been my rock for many years and especially after Em left us. She needs your help right now. Like your lieutenant helped you and Dr. Bill helped you. They gave you what you needed when you needed it, right?" I nodded in agreement. "Do you trust me?" Jane asked. "Yes, I trust you." I replied, Now damn, every time a Conner girl gives me that line I'm going to get a blow job. But since I had just gotten one, what could be better than a blow job? "Evonne needs to be held. Will you do that for me and her?" "But what about Charlie?" I asked. "He doesn't hug her and he won't wake up, it's a medical condition, and it will just be for a little while. Please." I thought quickly to myself. "Now how do you turn down a request like that?" "OK," I whispered, "What do you want me to do and where are you going to be?" "I'm going to be right here and you'll be right where you are. Turn over face away from me." She motioned to Evonne who made a quick dash from the bathroom into the bed next to me and on the opposite side of Jane. The lovely lady quickly slipped under the covers and back spooned hard into my gut. Her ankle length nightgown gave full coverage to her body as she pushed into my stomach. Jane whispered to me, "Put your arm around her and hold her tight." I may be a slow study sometimes but not this time. I was on my left side so I slowly moved my right hand up across her hip, her stomach and into a full cradle of her left breast. Evonne wiggled a bit tighter into my embrace and Jane squeezed in behind me. It took me a full two minutes to fall back asleep. When I woke up Jane was pulling on her pants, Evonne was in the bath room, and Charlie had gone down for coffee. Jane rushed to me and almost broke my bladder with a rolling hug and kiss. "Jacy, that was a very nice thing that you did last night. That was just what she needed. Now she probably needs a hot night with your manly equipment, but that is mine to use or share. Understand? Now, did you enjoy that?" "Yes." I replied with an Arvin shiteat'n grin on my face. "Then tell Evonne that you did. She needs to feel special and appreciated." Evonne came out of the bathroom and got really shy when she saw me. I went to her and with my finger under her chin I lifted her face up to make eye contact and said, "I know I fell asleep really quick, but you felt good in my arms and I enjoyed your touch. I'm glad that you and Jane are close enough that you could ask me for a hug. Anytime." I kissed her lightly on the forehead and went into the bathroom. Breakfast was a circus. None of the girls could decide what to order. Jane finally just ordered French toast for all four. They were happy. They got to choose their drink. Orange juice was the clear winner. The limo ride to the airport was uneventful. Evonne did not have any problems with casual eye contact with me or Jane. I took everyone down to the travelers lounge and showed them the airplanes hanging from the ceiling. As they were reading about the Voyager, Evonne and I went up to the mezzanine to look at the bi-plane. As we leaned on the rail, she grabbed my jacket sleeve and looked me straight in the eye. She quietly said, "Jacy, I might have lived without your hug last night, but thankfully I don't have to. I needed that! And I know for a fact that you've saved Jane's sanity these past months. She was close to becoming a basket case after Emily's death. She could handle the week days alright, but the weekends were tough on her. Most weekends I'd take my girls over to her house and we'd slumber party both Friday and Saturday. By saving her, you also saved both your girls and my girls from certain disaster. Remember my girls and I lost Emily too. I cannot even imagine what would have happened to the four girls if we'd lost Jane. Of course all that changed with one phone call." I waited for Evone to continue, but when she did not, I asked, "What phone call?" "You called and asked her for a date. That week she was better. Three weeks later she was on cloud nine. Two of her grad students even pulled her aside and asked her who the new guy was. I guess they had a giddy conversation." "I had no idea she was hurting that bad." I whispered, "I was too wrapped up in my own misery." "Do you know that Janice sometimes spies on you just to make sure that you are still at the house? And she loves going with you to the hardware store! You are her rock!" WOW! That comment hit me like a ton of bricks! All of a sudden I realized that I had feelings for that little girl. "You've saved my friends and I really want you to know that. And you saved me. If Jane had collapsed under the pressure, I couldn't have carried all six of us forward. I thank you. And I know all about you and Emily, Jane told me the week after she first met you. I am so sorry." I looked at Evonne, "Wow. I never knew that about Janice. How do you know?" Evonne, "Jane told me and I know what to watch for too. Karla looks for you also. You have two young ladies that think you're special." I asked, "Why didn't Jane tell me? The lady with the long blonde hair replied, "You'll have to ask her, but I think she didn't want to put any pressure on you. And I know what happened on the grassy knoll." I gasped, "Pressure! Geeze! I love that little twerp! She even lets me win at tennis sometimes. I've never been around little girls. I need to be told this stuff! And what to do! What do I do now?" "Ask Jane. You can ask for directions, can't you?" Her smile, giggle and the light elbow in my ribs was the act of a friend. "OK, ok. I can do that." We rejoined the others and headed for the gate. We had A boarding passes. The flight home was on time as it had stopped snowing at SeaTac. Jane paid for the trip out of Connie and Janice's education fund. She said that the girls got their moneys worth even before they got to the ballet. Charlie and Evonne agreed for their girls. The next morning at home the girls cornered Jane in the kitchen and Connie asked, "Aunt Jane, you and Jacy slept in the same bed when we were in Seattle. Are you having sex?" Their aunt replied, "Yes we are. We are adults and can choose that." Connie, "Are you going to have a baby?" Jane, "No honey." Janice, "Are you and Jacy going to get married?" Jane, "I don't know just yet." Janice, "If you do get married I want you to live here with us." Connie, "What's for breakfast?" Janice, "Can we have French toast like we had in Seattle?" Jane, "Yes, do you want syrup and powdered sugar too?" A jumping, "Yes!" from both. By the time that I got to the kitchen, the girls had loaded their pictures onto their tablets and we spent most of the morning around the kitchen table reliving the trip. The girls wanted to go again next year. Jane said, "We'll see." After the girls danced off to their rooms I asked, "What's wrong with Charlie?" Jane: "I Don't know, he's a hospital administrator but won't go to a Doctor. He does fine until he lays down, then he almost can't be woken up for like, six hours. Evonne can't leave him alone with the girls at night. Once he gets horizontal into bed he is gone. So, no sex or anything for years. Charlie doesn't think anything is wrong, and he won't have sex any other time. Evonne is wearing thin in the TLC department." Jane handed me a glass of OJ and continued, "Just after Em left us, we kind of made a mutual pledge. The first one of us that got connected with a fun sex partner that we would share. The two bottles of wine may have helped us arrive at that pledge, but that is what Evonne wanted to know that last night in the hotel. Was I going to share you? Now I know that having two women in the same bed is every mans' dream, but for you this will be a sort of a community service project, not fun." Her smile was anything but serious. Emily and I, Do You Trust Me? I asked Jane for help interacting with Connie and Janice. Like any good teacher she gave me one lesson at a time. I practiced that one until I had demonstrated some competency. Then Jane moved to the next lesson. I was a quick learner. Three weeks later Evonne asked Jane if she could get a hug, like in Seattle, from me. Jane said that she would check with me. My reply, "OK as long as you are there." Jane: "We'll hire a baby sitter and have them take all four of the girls to a movie." Milly, from the university employment service, took all four girls to a Disney movie at the multi-plex. I needed a shower so the girls hit the wine. When I got out of the shower there was a pair of pajama bottoms on the counter and all of my other clothes had disappeared. Evonne and Jane had on matching mostly see through baby doll pajamas complete with panties. I was directed into the center of our bed and the two hot bodies gathered on either side of me. Like Seattle I was on my left side and Evonne backed into me and Jane was tight against my backside. My right hand went up underneath Evonne's frilly top and this time I had a skin contact with my soft friend, her left breast. My pecker started to get hard as I rolled her nipple and she pushed back into my growing erection. I twisted toward Jane and said, "I'm getting a hard problem over here in my PJ bottoms." Jane's soft reply, "Uh, we need to take care of that. Roll onto your back." I rolled onto my back and Evonne turned over to watch. Jane slid down and took my third member into her mouth and began to work her magic. Evonne put her head on my chest and focused on Jane's mouth and my cock. Jane asked, "Do you do this to Charlie?" Evonne, "Not like that!" Jane, "Watch and learn my dear." After about a minute, Jane looked at Evonne and said, "Now your turn." Jane slid away and Evonne took my hard one into her mouth and showed that she was a good student. One of her hands gently and softly explored my one ball nut sack. I think she was verifying the story of my wounds. When I was just about ready to squirt I informed all interested parties. Evonne moved herself up to almost sitting and Jane dove onto my dick as I let loose. She gently sucked me dry then turned to her best friend and said, "That's how you finish off a lover." Evonne asked, "Where did you learn that? Or maybe I shouldn't ask." Jane snickered, "I didn't spend all of my undergrad time in the library." Evonne blushed but I grabbed her and pulled her back into the spoon position. Jane tucked into my backside. Evonne was wiggley and soon her hand went to between her legs. She started to rub and straightened onto her back. She rubbed hard then stopped. Then squirmed, and then rubbed hard again. Then quit and then rubbed some more. She was having trouble getting her O machine to work. Jane whispered into my ear, "Be a gentleman and help her." I spun her sidewise on the bed as I went off onto the floor on my knees. I yanked her panties down, put her legs over my shoulders with her heels into my back. I dove in and ate my way into Evonne's orgasm. Damn she smelled good. Damn she tasted good. Damn she was shaved good. She went rigid, clamped her legs together, and emitted a low guttural moan that lasted until she was out of breath. I'd gotten my head out just in time to avoid the small death by broken neck. It took her quite a while to breathe normally. When she did, I drug her limp body up onto the pillows and spooned behind her. Jane crunched me form behind. A while later Evonne got up and went into the bathroom. We heard her softly crying. Jane went to investigate. She felt guilty and satisfied both at the same time. Guilty because she had sex with a man that wasn't her husband. Satisfied because she had never had such a mind blowing O. She dressed and left without seeing me. Three weeks later she offered to pay for the babysitter so we could have another hug session. She did not want to have another man's thing inside of her because that would be cheating on Charlie. Being licked into orgasm by me and than snuggling for an hour was what she could live with. For her, that made life better. Like detective Almos said, "People are amazing." Jane agreed and that was our arrangement with our friend. Spring was a whirlwind of concerts, registering for public high school, and of course the auction. I stayed out of the restroom this time. I had looked forward to summer with Jane and Connie and Janice. The word had gotten out I was a wood working master. Yeah right. I would often have six or eight young ladies doing wood projects in the garage on Saturday morning. The kitchen was the moms meeting place. I guess that stuff I learned in high school shop classes came in handy after all. Evonne did come by for a hug four different times during the summer. She added a dildo for her internal pleasure. The first time that I inserted the phallic device into Evonne's lubed up pussy I held it snuggly by the small end that was remaining outside. I was licking her clit when she started to tighten up against an Orgasm. The dildo started to get pushed out so I held it firmly and my knuckle went very tight into her little rose bud ass. She cried and jerked through a massive and somewhat violent orgasm. The leggy lady went limper than usual and the three of us snuggled the next while. When she recovered she said aside to me, "I never knew an orgasm could be that powerful. What ever you secretly did, I'm looking forwarded to that again next time." The next time I deliberately lubed up my left hand social finger and inserted it totally into her tight little ass when she orgasmed. She didn't say anything about the intrusion to me but her orgasm was long and strong. Afterwards Jane told me to only use the first inch of my finger in her ass when she was ready. I'm going to have to rethink this ass thing. I guess it is one thing to look at life when your socialized and objective and yet another when you are in the throws of passion. My tongue in her slit and my finger on her ass fell into the realm of acceptable sexual contact, but not my dick. Ok sweetie, it's your body, your call. I was charging the battery on Emily's Mustang when Janice came into the garage and climbed into the passenger's seat. She looked sad. I asked her, "Ya wanta go for a ride?" "Yes," was her quiet reply. "I'll go tell Aunt Jane. Be back in a minute." We went to the hardware store for some glue and then to Frisco Freeze for a soft cone. When we got back to the house and parked, she jumped out of the car, said, " Thanks", and was gone. I asked Jane what had just happened. Jane figured that Janice was just saying good bye to her mom and their time in her car. Later, Janice wanted us to drive her mom's car so I took Jane to the Sonic. At the Sonic she teared up and came across to my seat when I told her, "I love you." Her reply? "I've known that for months. Pay the car hop and then take me down to the coast and make love to me on the warm sand. And besides, I loved you first!" I just smiled but she was right. I wasn't sure where life was going to lead me but for then I had one niece that thought I was kind of cool, the other one and her friend that used me as their rock, and a lover that was beyond my wildest expectations. For me, life was good because I had found a home in the Lone Star State.