5 comments/ 9134 views/ 15 favorites Double Identity Ch. 01 By: Knobgoblin Beep...beep...beep...beep...beep... As I began to awake the only thing I was cognizant of, at first, was a constant beeping noise. It sounded far off at first but then began to get louder, or closer. The next thing I felt was something in my throat and that made me panic. I felt like I was choking. I tried to move my arms to get to get to my mouth but they wouldn't move, and pain, more pain then I have ever felt, shot through my body like fire. I tried to scream, but my throat was clogged. My heart began to race and the beeping got louder, and faster. I tried to open my eyes. I got my right eye open, the other wouldn't move. Bright light assaulted me, forcing my one eye into a squint. I could see no color, only white, only vague shapes. Then I saw movement, a shape, a form, a human form. "Mr. Buck, can you hear me?" A voice said. "Blink your eye if you can hear me." Blink "Good. My name is Janet and I'm a nurse at Sacred Heart. You've been in a very bad accident Mr. Buck. You can't talk because you are on a breathing machine. Do you understand?" Blink. "You are doing much better than expected. I'm going to give you something to put you back to sleep now and we'll take that tube out of your throat. As long as you begin breathing on your own it'll stay out, so hopefully when you wake up we'll be able to talk. Do you understand?" Blink. "Good. See you soon." I tried to follow her with my eye as she fiddled around next to the bed. All I could tell about her was that she was dark skinned. My eye wouldn't quite focus although it did seem that my vision was clearing up. Unfortunately, before I could get my vision to clear I slipped back into unconsciousness. ********** When I woke up again my throat was sore but I was breathing normally. There was still a constant beeping but now I knew that it was a heart rate monitor hooked up to me somewhere. I opened my eye (the left eye still wouldn't open) and looked around. Things came into focus much clearer now. I could see the standard intensive care hospital room, well at least the upper half of it. I didn't want to move my head for fear of another round of searing pain so I just took in what surroundings I could. There wasn't much to see, not even a TV. I lay there about five minutes before I heard footsteps entering the room. A man in a white coat with blonde hair and a goatee stepped into my field of vision and looked down at me. "Good afternoon Mr. Buck." He said. "I'm Dr. Seldon. It's good to see you awake." "What happened?" I croaked out at a bare whisper. My throat felt like it had been rubbed raw with a rasp. "Hold on, don't speak. Let me get you something to sip on." Dr. Seldon disappeared for a minute but was soon back with a cup and straw. He put it to my lips for me. "Slowly, don't gulp. Your throat is sore from the breathing tube." I took several small sips of cool water and my throat felt better immediately. "What happened?" I asked again, my voice stronger. My throat still hurt like hell but I could manage to speak at least. "There was an explosion." He said. "A terrorist bomb. Do you remember anything about it?" "I...no, well maybe." I said. "I seem to remember Sal and I being called to check out a suspicious package at the mall. I'm not sure about anything else." "That's to be expected." Dr. Seldon told me. "Things may become clearer as time goes on, but sometimes they don't. Your boss, Lieutenant Thomas, will be in to see you later to talk about what happened. He's been here every day to see you." "Tell me about me, Doc." I asked. "How bad am I?" "Not bad considering. Apparently the blast hit you on your left side. You had severe trauma to the left side of your head as well as six broken ribs, one of which punctured your lung. Your left arm was broken in three places, your left leg in two and your right arm just below the wrist. You had internal damage, most notably to your spleen." He said. "You were a mess Mr. Buck" "Sounds like it." I tried to joke. "Yes, well you were on the operating table for sixteen hours, and that was just to repair the internal damage and the head trauma. In fact, it was the head trauma that was the worst of it. You had severe swelling of the brain and we thought we were going to lose you many times." He said. "Once the swelling went down, we were able to do some necessary reconstructive surgery on your head and set all your arm and leg fractures. The orthopedic surgeon on your case says that it looks like you will regain full use of your arms and legs, but you're looking as some serious rehab time." "What about my eye?" I asked. "It's fine." He assured me. "It was easier to wrap the wounds on your head across your eye while you were asleep. We'll have that off you in a little bit." "Do you have to Doc?" Another male voice said from the doorway. "He looks so much better when you can't see his ugly face." "Fuck you Terry!" I said at a loud whisper. My field of vision was suddenly obscured by one of the biggest black men I had ever met. "I see that having your head nearly blown off hasn't improved your vocabulary any." Terry said as a big, white smile broke out across his face. "It's good to see you awake Roy." "It's good to be awake I guess." I said with a grin. "I hear you've been to see me every day. You'd better be careful or people are going to think you're gay for me." Terry smiled and turned to the doctor. "There appears to be nothing wrong with his brain, he's still an idiot." Dr. Seldon chuckled. "Can I have a few minutes alone with him Doc?" Terry asked. "No problem Lieutenant. I'll be back in a few." Doctor Seldon walked out, closing the door after him. Terry turned around and leaned over so that I could see him. "Roy, you gave us a scare brother. Do you know that?" "I haven't really been awake long and the Doc was just getting around to filling me in." I said. "Um, Terry, about Sal..." Terry looked away for a minute before looking me in the eye. "He was killed instantly when the bomb went off. The bomb techs tell me that the only reason you lived was that his body shielded you from the direct blast. Do you remember anything about what happened?" I shook my head slightly but then stopped. "A little. I remember that we were the closest unit to the mall when the call came out about a suspicious package near the food court." I closed my eye and thought back. "There was a camo backpack leaning up against one of those big ceramic planters, you know the ones with the fichus trees planted in them. Mall security had already cleared the food court." I hesitated, trying to remember, trying to piece it together. "We approached the backpack and Sal took the point because he had EOD training in the military. I remember hearing someone shout and I turned toward the sound. That's it, I don't remember anything else." Terry nodded. "That meshes with the eye witness accounts. I have one thing to ask though, did Sal touch the backpack?" I thought for a minute then shook my head. "No, he was at least five or six feet away from the backpack when it went off. He didn't touch it, I'm sure of that." "Damn it!" Terry said. "What?" I asked. "The bomb techs have studied the remains of the bomb. They have identified a trigger attached to the zipper and a remote control detonator but no timer and no proximity fuse." Terry said. I thought about that for a minute as the implications sank into my brain. "Oh fuck! The bomber was there!" I said. "And we were targeted!" ********** Let me get this on the record for you right now. I fucking hate physical therapy! Hate it hate it hate it! It hurts while I'm doing it and it hurts for hours afterwards. I get muscle cramps in my sleep almost every night. God damn it, I hate that shit. But I'm walking again. Sort of. I'm still using a walker to get around but the legs are starting to work again. It's been six months since the bomb and four months since I woke up and it seems that every moment since has been a fucking misery. My therapist is a fucking slave driver. His name is Devin, he's six foot four inches tall, weights at least 240 pounds of which not a single ounce is fat, and he's as gay as the day is long. There is just something wrong about a guy who could be playing NFL football flouncing around and speaking with an effeminate lisp. But it works, nothing like a flaming homo to motivate a macho cop to push himself to the limit. There is one nice thing about my stay here at rehab and her name is Shawna. She is the angel that is tasked with helping me get a shower after therapy and then gives me a massage to help with the healing of my muscles. Our relationship started out as purely professional but over time we have developed quite a strong friendship. I probably know as much about Shawna as I do about anyone else in my life, my family and ex-wife included and she has heard all about me, the good the bad and the ugly. It is probably the closeness that we developed that led to what happened to me yesterday. I had just finished my torture session with Devin and had returned to my room when Shawna came to help me with my shower and massage. She helped me strip down (I got over any embarrassment about that long ago) and into the shower. I took a long, hot shower to help loosen my knotted muscles while Shawna set up her massage table in my room. When I finished, she helped me towel off, giving me my usual woody in the process. This was also something the I had long gotten over. Getting help with a shower and a massage from a hot nurse is going to give any red blooded male a hard on. At first, Shawna ignored it but as we became friends she would sometimes crack a joke about me being "glad to see her". One day I was lying face up on the table and the towel that covered my crotch was tented up by my hard dick. Shawna lifted the towel up and looked underneath then grinned at me and said, "You know, that's a pretty nice cock for a white boy!" "Hell!" I replied, "That's a pretty nice cock for a black boy too!" And it was really. Not that I like to brag, but it's almost nine inches long and pretty thick too. "You know, you're right about that." Shawna said with a wink. "I would know!" The thought of Shawna fucking, with either a white or black cock made me groan and my cock twitched in response. She giggled and continued with her massage without replying. After that, Shawna seemed to loosen up more around me. We talked about more personal things, including her ex-boyfriends, my ex-wife and how things were for her growing up as the daughter of mixed parents. Things weren't always good for her as she grew up. She was just old enough to fall into that time when mixed kids were outcast from both sides of society. She never fit in with either the white kids or the black. I told her that I thought that the adversity made her a stronger, better person. She smiled and said, "Probably, but it hurt like hell growing up." Anyway, back to what happened yesterday. I hobbled out to the table and Shawna helped me climb up on it. I lay face down, with my face in the cut-out as she started to work massage oil into my shoulders. I noticed that she hadn't covered my butt with a towel. "You gonna cover my ass darlin'" I asked. Shawna playfully smacked my butt. "No need." She replied. "I locked the door." Huh, I thought. This is new. She continued to work my shoulders, arms and back and then began on the back of my legs. She worked her way up my legs to my ass, and then began to knead my buttocks, working her hands deep into the tissues of my ass. Once or twice I was sure I felt her fingers move across my puckered sphincter as she worked. My cock grew even harder as she worked. With another playful swat she told me to turn over. I slowly rolled over and she placed a folded towel underneath my head as a pillow. I could see down my body and my cock was standing at attention, the head of it swollen, purple and angry. A drop of pre-cum glistened at the tip. I swear I saw Shawna lick her lips as she warmed massage oil between her hands. I closed my eyes as she started to work on my legs. Her hands were magic and I could feel the tension melting out of my muscles. She finished my legs and there was a pause before she began again on my chest and arms. I felt her leaning over me to work my shoulders and something felt weird. I opened my eyes and damn near died. Shawna was working on me topless! It was her bare breasts that had felt different to me as they rubbed against my chest. And wow, did she have nice tits! Because of her mixed heritage, she had light brown skin, about the same shade as Halle Berry. Her skin was smooth and flawless, from her long neck, to her shoulders and down to her perfect C cup breasts. Each one was tipped by a large, milk chocolate brown nipple that was growing longer and harder as she rubbed them against my hairy chest. She saw me looking at her and she winked. "Enjoy." She said as she continued to work on me. I slipped the arm nearest her off the table and placed my hand at her waist. She was still wearing her slacks. I slid my hand up her side until I came to the bottom of her breast. I slowly ran my hand up, cupping one of the firmest tits I have every been privileged to touch. My thumb and forefinger found her hard nipple and gently rolled it back and forth. Shawna moaned quietly as I continued to manipulate her tit, my massage forgotten as she enjoyed the feelings my hand was creating. After several moments her hand moved and covered my own. "Roy, that feels wonderful. But today is for you." She said. Shawna removed my hand from her breast and then she wrapped one of her own around my throbbing cock. She stroked me slowly for a minute and then I watched as she lowered her head to my lap. Beginning at the base, she drew her tongue up the side of my cock until the tip of her tongue found the rivulet of precum flowing out my dick. Her tongue expertly corralled it all and drew it into her mouth. "Mmmm." She murmured as she savored my flavor. "I knew that you would taste good Roy. Let's see how much of this big cock I can get in my mouth!" Shawna leaned over again, and without breaking eye contact with me, began to slowly slide my cock into her mouth. She kept going down, farther and farther. I could feel it when the head of my cock slipped into her throat, but still she kept going. She never gagged, or choked, she just kept taking me in until my pubic hair was touching her nose. With a twinkle in her eye, she withdrew just as slowly as inch by inch my cock reappeared, covered in a sheen of her saliva. Finally, my cock popped free of her mouth and bounced off of my stomach. Shawna grinned like the Cheshire Cat. "That, Mr. Buck, was the biggest cock I've ever deep throated." She said proudly. "I wasn't sure I was going to get it all the way in." "Really?" I said. "I would have thought the a few of your black ex-boyfriends would have been better endowed than me." "Roy, the 'myth' is just that. The biggest black cock I've ever had was only about seven and half inches. You've got him beat by a long shot." She said. "Now, lay back and enjoy the ride darlin'. Mamma's gonna suck the baby juice right outta you!" Shawna when to work on me with a vengeance. She deep throated me several more times, but her best move was to suck the top half of me while her hand stroked and twisted around the bottom of me. She stopped several time to lick and suck my balls too. In other words, Shawna was a world class cock sucker and in no time she had me ready to blow. I could feel my bloated balls begin to tighten up as I got close. I used the hand that I had been stroking her hair with to move it back so I could see her. "I'm going to cum!" I warned her, giving her the option to swallow or not. Her eyes grinned at me as she began to suck harder. Suddenly, I felt an oil slicked finger probing my butt hole and before I knew what was happening Shawna rammed a finger into my ass. Her finger began to massage my prostate and that sent me over the edge. As my cum blasted into Shawna's mouth, my own mouth opened to scream in ecstasy, but before I could utter a sound, her free hand clamped down firmly over my mouth. I jettisoned blast after blast of spunk into her mouth as I screamed into her hand. Shawna swallowed as fast as she could while continuing to massage my prostate and muffle my groans. Slowly, I came down from my orgasmic high and I stopped unloading seven months of pent up sexual frustration into her willing mouth. Shawna lifted her hand from my mouth as she released my cock with a 'pop' and pulled her finger out of my ass. She wiped her hands on a towel and smiled down at me. "How was that?" She asked a with shit-eating grin plastered on her face. "Holy fucking hell!" I exclaimed. "That was the best blow job I've ever had!" "Why thank you kind Sir!" Shawna said as she wiped a small glop of my spunk from the corner of her mouth. She sucked it off her finger and purred. "Damn, you do taste good and there was a lot of it!" "It's been what, at least seven months or so since I had sex so I guess I had a lot stored up." "Well, I'll have to see what I can do about keeping you better satisfied while you're still here." Shawna said as she gently fondled my shrinking cock. Then, to herself she whispered, "God, I can't wait to fuck this beautiful thing." "Give me a minute and I'll be ready." I said. "Oh, honey, you aren't ready to handle me yet." Shawna said. "When I get to fuck you I want you fully recovered." She leaned down to me and whispered in my ear. "Remember, the quicker you recover the sooner you get to have all of me!" I groaned out loud at the thought. Shawna stood up and started to turn away. I caught her hand and pulled her back. "What kind of gentleman would I be if I let you go away unsatisfied?" I asked. "At least let me return the favor." I dropped my hand down and slipped it between her legs. I could feel her heat and moisture radiating through the cotton material of her khaki slacks. It was Shawna's turn to groan as I pressed hard up into her crotch. "We don't have time..." She said glancing at the clock on the wall. "I'll be quick." I said. "Hurry up, now. Climb up here and sit on my face. I need to taste your pussy." Shawna started to protest but then changed her mind. I heard her kick off her shoes and then she quickly shed both her pants and her panties. Quick as could be she climbed up onto the massage table and straddled my head and suddenly I was inches from her womanly parts. I was surprised to see that she wasn't completely shaved, that being the norm these days. She shaved around her pussy and had trimmed and shaped her pubic hair into a narrow triangle that pointed directly at her clit. Unlike the hair on her head, which I had found to be soft with wavy curls, probably from the Caucasian influence in her genetics, her pubic hair consisted of very thick, tight curls. The tight curls made her trim job look absolutely striking, almost fake in that there was a sharp dividing line between bare and hair. My gaze followed the point of the arrow down and I was looking at, perhaps, the prettiest pussy I had ever seen. Shawna had meaty outer lips, the same chocolate brown color as her nipples. From within those outer lips, long pinkish tan inner labia hung down, slightly parted and already coated in her juices. At the top of her puss, a large pink clit, fully as big as the tip of my little finger was already in view, blood engorged and standing proud of its dark hood. I could smell her musk and feel the heat coming off of her in waves. I looked up at her, past her jutting breasts and our eyes locked on each other. I held her gaze as I took my first taste of her nectar. Beginning as far down as I could get my tongue to go, I slowly brought my tongue up through her silky slit. I felt the tip of my tongue briefly dip into her passage as I passed by and then I was sliding effortlessly between her long labia and up to her clit. As my tongue slid past her clit Shawna shuddered and I knew that she had just had a small orgasm. Double Identity Ch. 01 "You taste so sweet." Told her after I finished my first pass. "That's nice." She said as she reached down and put a hand on the back of my head. "Now quit talking and start licking. I need to cum so bad it hurts!" She pulled my head up into her cunt and held me there. I know when to take a hint so I started to work my magic. I grabbed her ass in both my hands and helped her pull my head up to her pussy. I speared her tunnel with my tongue a couple of times but she was having none of that today. She was in heat and she needed relief. She made it plain that I needed to focus on her clit and that's exactly what I did. Her clit was large enough that I was able to pull it between my lips and suck it like a small cock. As I did, I ran my tongue over the tip of it and this was driving her crazy. Shawna started to buck, smashing her clit into my mouth as her impending orgasm started to build to its crescendo. Before long it was all I could do to hold on. I ran my tongue back and forth as she humped my face up and down. Suddenly, Shawna arched he back and stifled a scream by shoving one of her hands into her mouth. I was rewarded with a flood of juices that ran into my mouth and down my chin. I continued to lick her gently until she pushed herself away from me and slid unsteadily to the floor next to the table. "Fuck!" She said. "I came so hard I think I squirted." "I know you did." I said with a grin. Shawna blushed for a second then leaned over and kissed me, shoving her tongue deep into my mouth. I returned the kiss just as fervently. "Oh shit!" She said. "Your dinner is going to be here any minute. Fuck!" Shawna started to run around frantically, looking for her clothes and then trying to put them on with breakneck speed. I pushed myself up to a sitting position and watched her with a goofy smile. "This isn't funny Roy." She said seeing me sitting there laughing softly. "If I get caught I'll lose my job or be reassigned. Do you want that to happen?" "Uh, no. Hell no!" I said. I looked around, not knowing what to do. "What can I do?" "Sorry. Nothing." She said. "I've got it together now." She said as she buttoned her blouse and tucked it in. "We just need to get you dressed and into bed." "Okay!" I said. "Don't forget to unlock the door!" Shawna ran to unlock the door as I slid off the table. I was standing there watching her gorgeous ass as she peeked out the door when I heard a voice from my past. "Damn, that little black girl has a sweet ass. I'll bet you can't wait to fuck that for real, huh Roy. And them titties, holy shit!" I turned my head slowly and there, sitting on the edge of my bed was Sal Martello. My partner. My dead partner. "What's up bro?" Sal asked. I fainted. Double Identity Ch. 02 I hope that everyone enjoyed the first chapter. Now that Sal is involved I'm going to use the convention that anything in italics is non-verbal communication. I hope you enjoy this chapter and those that follow. *********** I came to with Shawna holding my head and a nurse from the rehab facility checking my pulse. I shrugged the nurse away and struggled to sit up. Shawna helped me and in a few seconds I was leaning up against the side of my bed. "Are you all right Mr. Buck!" The nurse asked, once again reaching for my wrist. "I'm fine." I said, shaking my head to clear it. "I think I stood up too fast." "You're just a big pussy!" I heard in Sal's voice to my right. I whipped my head around and there he was, standing against the far wall, a well-chewed toothpick hanging out of his mouth. He was grinning at me, his almost too white teeth shining in his swarthy, roman-nosed Italian face. I felt my mouth drop open as I stared at him. Following my stare, Shawna looked over and then back at me. "What's wrong Roy?" She asked. "It's Sal." I muttered in disbelief. She looked again. "Sal?" She said it as a question. "Who's Sal?" "My partner." I muttered. "Over there." "You're scaring me Roy." She said. "There's no one over there. You're seeing things." I looked up at her and said, "He's right over there against the wall. Can't you see him?" "Roy, there's no one over there. I'm afraid you might have hit your head. We need to call Dr. Seldon." Shawna said looking at the nurse. She and the nurse helped me stand and then get into bed. The whole time, Sal stood against the wall and watched. Once I was situated he pushed off the wall and walked toward me. He flicked his head back swinging a lock of his black hair out of his eyes, an action I had seen him do a thousand times, as he walked up behind Shawna and the nurse. He leaned over them and stared unabashedly down both of their shirts as they worked to straighten out my bed covers. "This one here's got a nice rack too." Sal said, indicating the nurse with a nod of his head. "But your girlfriend has got her by a mile in the ass department." Sal strolled over to the doorway and headed out of the room. Before he left, Sal leaned back in and said, "And Roy, bro, you're not going crazy. I'll catch up with ya later." Then he was gone. Not going crazy! Bullshit! I think I've gone from zero to ape-shit crazy in about ten seconds. Fuck! Shawna and the duty nurse finished getting me settled and then brought in my dinner. "Here Mr. Buck, eat something. It may be that today's exertions lowered your blood sugar." The nurse said. "I'll be back to check your vitals in a few minutes. Can you stay and keep an eye on him for a few minutes Ms. Torry?" The nurse asked Shawna. Shawna nodded and the nurse hustled off. As soon as the nurse left Shawna sat on the edge of the bed and put her hand on the side of my face. "Are you all right?" She asked me softly. I shook my head. "I don't know Shawna, I really don't." I replied. "What did you see?" She asked. I looked up at her and all I saw was concern for me. I sighed and decided to tell her the truth. "I saw my dead partner Sal." "The policeman that died in the bombing?" She asked, the look on her face growing more concerned. "Yeah." I answered. "At first he was sitting on the bed and he spoke to me. That's when I guess I fainted. When I came too he was standing up against the wall over there." "Where is he now? Is he still here?" "No. He, um, walked out of the room." I said. "He's gone." Shawna moved her hand away from my face and held my hands in hers. She looked down and our hands and I squeezed them. She squeezed me back. Suddenly she looked up at me. "Wait, did you say he spoke to you?" She asked. I nodded. "Hmmm. That's interesting." She said. "It's not uncommon for people to have visions, especially after traumatic events, but it's unusual that the visions speak to you too." "What, are you a psychiatrist too?" I asked using my just joking around voice. "Psych minor in college actually, but I liked massage therapy and nursing better." She told me, "But I do remember some things. I actually did a internship at a military hospital dealing with PTSD patients." "Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to put you down..." "You didn't, I know you were fooling around." Shawna said. "So, what did Sal say to you?" I blushed. She caught me. "Come on spill it, or your next massage is going to hurt like hell!" She threatened. "And there won't be a 'happy ending' either!" I looked straight at her and said, "Sal said you have a sweet ass." "Damn right I do!" She said, "and don't you forget it!" Shawna stood and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. "Roy, my best guess is that today's physical therapy, massage and sex wore you out and allowed your mind to pull a fast one on you. You ended up having a hallucination. Probably nothing to worry about. And, since that hallucination was dredged up out of your subconscious, I'm going to say 'thank you' for the nice compliment about my ass!" "Yeah, you're probably right." I agreed. Shawna folded up her table and put her oils away, finishing up just as the nurse returned. "I'll see you tomorrow Roy." Shawna said as the nurse prepared to draw some blood from me. She slipped out of the room and I listened as her footsteps retreated down the hallway. "I called Dr. Seldon." The nurse said as she poked around at my elbow looking for a vein. "He'll be in tomorrow, but he wants to run some blood work overnight. Okay?" She asked as she jabbed me with the needle. "Ouch, damn!" I swore as the needle hit a nerve dead on. "Would it have mattered if I didn't want blood work done?" "Nope, not one bit." She replied with an evil grin. "Devin hasn't left for the evening, I have a feeling he would just love to hold you down for me while I got my samples." "Let's do this your way then." I replied with the unfortunate vision of how Devin would probably like to hold me down spinning in my head. "Good choice." She replied. *********** Dr. Seldon walked into my room bright and early the next morning, followed closely by my old partner Sal. Sal put his fingers to his lips, imploring me to keep quiet. So, I did my best to ignore him as he took a seat in a chair across the room. The doc perched himself of the edge of my bed and began flipping through my medical chart. He looked at it for several minutes before putting it down and looking at me. "Well, there's nothing in the lab work to indicate why you fainted yesterday. Blood sugar is normal, blood oxygen and iron content are good, blood pressures were normal," He said, "so we can rule out a physical problem. That leaves a traumatic experience. Tell me about your hallucination." "I saw my dead partner Sal sitting on my bed." I said rather matter-of-factly. "I guess it must have shocked the shit out of me." "I can understand that." He replied. "I also understand that you continued to see him after you woke up, isn't that true?" "Yeah." "Has he reappeared to you since then." He asked. I could see Sal shaking his head at me to be quiet. Now, Sal hasn't always been the best option for good advice so I wasn't inclined to take his word about not saying anything. I took a deep breath and decided to trust my own instincts rather than my hallucination of Sal. "Doctor, I need you to promise me that no matter what I tell you, you'll do you best to help me get back to work at the police department." "I can't promise you anything for sure, but I'll do my best to get you healthy. Will that work?" "Yeah. And another thing, what I'm going to say may implicate an employee here in something a bit, um, unusual. You must promise me to keep that part secret." He looked long and hard at me before nodding his head. I told him the whole story, well not the play by play with Shawna, but I told him we had oral sex. He even laughed when I told him what Sal said about Shawna's ass. When I finished, he sat there for a minute lost in thought before speaking again. "And he's in the room right now?" he asked. "Yeah, he's sitting in that chair over there giving me the finger." Doc Seldon looked over there and then back again. "Well, I definitely can't see him." He said. He stood up and moved to the bed next to my head. He gently turned my head so that he could look and the damaged side of my skull. My hair still hadn't fully regrown over the scars from my reconstructive surgery, giving my head a lop-sided look. "This is healing well." He said before sitting down again. "Roy, we never discussed this in depth, but I think that we should now. Do you know what hit you in the head during the explosion?" "No." I said. "I guess that I assumed it was something in the backpack or a piece of the tree planter." Doctor Seldon shook his head. "Roy, it was large piece of Mr. Martello's skull. Part of the problem that the neurosurgeon had during the operation was trying to determine what was your brain matter and what was Mr. Martello's. The area of your brain that was damaged was a hot mess, if you'll excuse the terminology. The best that could be done was to remove the fragments of bone and try to stop the bleeding. We really didn't think you would survive. There were potential issues with necrotic tissues, bleeds, and swelling. We weren't sure if you'd ever wake up or even be able to speak or move. You have far exceeded our expectation. In fact, you're a miracle." "How come I haven't had any serious effects from the brain damage?" I asked. "If the damage was that extensive how come I'm not paralyzed or something." "Pure luck." He replied. "The area that was damaged is thought to be mostly involved with artistic activities and pleasure response. It doesn't involve motion, speech, memory or hearing." "So, what does all this mean?" I asked. Doctor Seldon sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Here is my official thought. I think that your sexual exploits yesterday stimulated the damaged portion of your brain and caused your hallucinations. If so, I believe that, in time, they will probably go away as your brain continues to heal." "You said that was your official thought. Do you have another?" I asked. He nodded and flipped open my chart. He turned it toward me and pointed to a number on the lab sheet. "Do you see this? This number in a normal person should be below 1.5. You are at 7.0." "What does that mean?" "We only see the higher numbers in people who have had organ transplants." He said. "I believe that you have incorporated a portion of Mr. Martello's brain into your own and your body has accepted it. If so, your hallucinations may be a result of his residual memories expressing themselves. Again, probably brought on by having sex with Ms. Torrey." "So Doc, you're saying that I literally have Sal Martello in my head?" "Yes." From the chair Sal laughed his fucking head off. ********** Doctor Seldon soon left, leaving me alone with Sal for the first time. He got up and walked over to me, taking Seldon's place on the edge of my bed. I reached out to touch him but he cringed away. "Don't touch me." Sal said. "It hurts like hell when I touch living people." "Living people?" "I'm a ghost." Sal told me. "I've been like this since the moment of the blast. Hell, I was standing next to the blast site before the dust settled. It was a fucking mess, I'll tell you that. They had to scrape me off of everything." "That's disgusting." I said. "You're telling me?" Sal replied. "I'd have lost my lunch if I could have. Anyway, if I touch a living person it shocks the hell out of me, almost like being tasered." "Can you walk through walls and shit?" I asked. "Yeah, and that doesn't hurt but it feels weird." Sal explained. "It's like your body is slipping through a screen or something." He shuddered. "But you have to do it to get around. I can't open doors or anything." "That sounds like it sucks." "You get used to it." He said. "So, where have you been all this time." I asked. "How come it took you so long to find me?" "Shit bro, I didn't even know you were alive until a few weeks ago. I thought you croaked in the explosion too." Sal told me. "Mostly I've been hanging out at my house watching over Jenny. But a couple of weeks ago I started to feel something... something pulling me in this direction. It didn't happen all the time, just a hint here and there. But yesterday, when you were getting your knob polished by that fine piece of ass, it was suddenly like a beacon drawing me in. I got here just in time to watch you finish her off. But now I can pinpoint you no matter where I go. I went back to my old house last night but I could still feel where you are." "How?" "The Doc was right Roy, there's a piece of my brain stuck in there with yours. I can feel it. I'm still attached to it somehow." He said. "I think that's why you can see me and hear me." "Oh fuck!" I thought. "This can't be happening." "Oh, it's happening all right." Sal responded. Wait. What? "You can hear my thoughts?" I asked him, dumbfounded. "Of course I can." He said. "I am literally 'in your head.'" "Oh shit! I am so fucked!" I thought. "Yep." Sal replied with a grin. ********** And so things went for me for a while. I continued to get stronger with the help of Devon and Shawna and Shawna continued to 'help' me with my other needs too. We grew closer together, as friends, but I think we both knew that there wouldn't be any long term thing for us. I had a pretty good idea that we would remain fuck buddies until she eventually found a man and settled down. I'd been down the marriage road once and that was enough for me. I might have a live-in girlfriend from time-to-time, but I had no intention of ever getting hitched again. I quit mentioning Sal to anyone, even Doctor Seldon. He eventually wrote it off as a traumatic experience that didn't repeat itself. Sal, however, popped in every day to check on me and to shoot the shit. While I was in rehab, I got to experience a little of the outside world from a ghost's point of view. It was definitely enlightening. First of all, you've got to realize that Sal is an immature asshole. He's that guy who always has some gross sexist or racist joke to tell. He's the guy who puts a whoopee cushion on your seat or pulls your pants down in front of the class. Being a ghost has made him worse and I'm not kidding. Sal has decided that being a ghost is awesome because he can now be the ultimate peeping tom. Yep, you heard me right. Sal, pervert extraordinaire, sneaks into women's homes to watch them get naked, masturbate and have sex. Here's an example from a week or so ago: "Dude, do you remember that little latino girl that lived next door to me and Jenny?" Sal asked one day as we were hanging out in my room watching a ball game. "Um, sort of." I said trying to remember. "Carmen, right? Skinny girl with braces?" "That's her, but she ain't skinny no more." Sal replied. "She filled out. Double D tits and a tight little ass that just begs to be grabbed. She gives me a chubby just seeing her." "So." "So anyway, I'm over at the house hanging out, making sure that Jenny's all right when I see some douche bag hanging around outside Carmen's house." He tells me. "So I follow him around thinking that maybe he's going to rob the place and wondering what the hell I'll be able to do about it if he is. All of a sudden, the back door opens and Carmen is waiving this guy inside. I slip inside the door before it closes and I swear that before the door finishes closing little Carmen has her tongue down this guys throat." Sal has my attention now. "She takes this dude's hand and drags him over the couch in the den. She sits down and he stands in front of her. Carmen unzips him, pulls his pants down and proceeds to swallow him whole." He says. "I mean right down to his curlies. I don't know where she learned it but that girl can sure suck dick. Anyway, he's got his hands on her head, fucking her mouth while she's unbuttoning her shirt. She shrugs it off and she's not wearing a bra. Roy, them tits are un-fucking real! They're the size of cantaloupes and they stick straight out from her chest like the business end of a couple of torpedoes. I just had to touch them!" "What!" I said out loud. "I thought that hurt you." "It does but it was worth it." He said with a smile. "Zapped the shit out of me but you know what? Her nipple got hard!" "No way." "Honest to God!" Sal said. "What else happened?" I asked, wrapped up in the story now. I was getting a hard on and wishing that Shawna was coming today but it was her day off. "Well, I grabbed a seat at the end of the couch where I had a good view and I watched the fun. She sucked him for a few minutes, getting his dick good and wet, then she let him tit fuck her!" "No shit!" I said "Oh yeah. She held them big tits together and he slid his prick right in there. It didn't take him long. He blew his load all over her face and chest. It was fucking sexy as hell." "Then what happened?" "Her mom and dad came home." Sal told me with a grin. "Douche bag hauled ass out the back door while Carmen dashed upstairs. She almost got caught. Now that would have been fun to watch. How you going to explain being topless with a dick load of spunk sprayed all over your face and tits?" I laughed my ass off at the thought of it. "So that was the end of your peeping huh?" "No way. I followed her upstairs and found her in her room." Sal continued. "She stripped down, grabbed one of those rabbit vibrators out of her underwear drawer and lay down on her bed. Dude, with one hand she was running that big purple vibe in and out of her cunt and with the other she was rubbing douche bag's spunk into her skin. It was the sexiest fucking thing I ever seen." "Wow!" I said. Then I thought about how damn horny just hearing about this little escapade had made me and I wondered how Sal could stand it. "Sal, how does this not drive you crazy. I'm worked up just hearing about it." Sal looked me like I was stupid. "Roy, I took care of business. I rubbed one out right there in her bedroom. In fact, I shot my wad all over her pretty face! Of course, she didn't know it but I enjoyed the hell out of it!" "Uh, yuck! I said kind of grossed out. I guess that the thought that a ghost could be jacking off on me without me knowing it was a little too much information. Sal shrugged his shoulders, "You asked." He replied. ********** Two months later I was finally released from rehab. I had regained full use of my legs and arms. In fact, I was probably in better shape now than I had been before the bombing. Shawna brought me some clothes to wear home and she even offered to drive me after I was released. I signed all the paperwork and said my goodbyes and before I knew it I was standing outside the front door. I was healthy again and about to reenter real life. An orange Camaro with black racing stripes pulled up in front of me. The heavily tinted window on the passenger door rolled down and I could see Shawna behind the wheel. Double Identity Ch. 02 "Hey sailor, need a lift?" She quipped. I opened the door and lowered myself into the passenger seat. "Nice car!" I said, running my hands over the leather seats. "It's my one indulgence." Shawna said. "My dad used to race and I spent all my time in the garage with him working on his cars. This is my 'new' car. I'll have to show you my old cars one day." "How many 'old' cars do you have?" I asked. "Eight." She said. "However, only six of them are running. The other two are in the process of being restored." "Really? I had no idea." I said with a huge measure of respect. Shawna laughed. "Why would you? Not too many women collect cars, or do all their own restoration work." "So, what do you have?" I asked. "I have an old MG, an Opal, a Westfalia camper, a '57 Bel Air, a '69 GTO, and a dune buggy that are running." She said. "I'm in the process of restoring a '68 El Camino and a '67 Stingray." I just sat there with my mouth open. This young lady owned most of the cars I had always drooled over. "Close your mouth Roy or you'll swallow a bug." She said with a laugh. I laughed too. This girl had more layers to her than an onion. I looked out the window and realized that we were headed out of the city. "Shawna, where are we going? I live over by the university." "I know." She said. "Do you remember what I told you the first day we had oral sex? I told you that when you got better you'd get to have all of me." "I remember." I said with a smile. "Well, that's what we are going to do." She said with a sexy smile. "We're going to my place. It's Friday and I plan to rock your world all weekend long. I've been waiting for months to get your cock inside me and I can't wait any longer so I'm kidnapping you for the weekend." "You can't kidnap the willing!" I said with a smile. Double Identity Ch. 03 Shawna turned onto a tree-lined gravel drive that wound its way through a mature woods of oak, hickory and maple. A few hundred yards in, the woods opened up to reveal a yellow brick ranch-style house amid an immaculately landscaped yard. Shawna pressed a button on a remote and the garage door on the attached garage opened to reveal a neatly kept garage with space for her Camaro. Also in the garage was a Gator ATV. Shawna parked the car and we both got out. I stretched my legs as Shawna climbed in the ATV. "Come on babe, I'll give you the nickel tour." She said. She started the four wheeler as I climbed in and soon we were behind the house and headed toward a large Quonset hut outbuilding. Shawna pulled the ATV up next to the building and shut it off. She led me past the over-sized garage door to a side door that she quickly unlocked. We stepped inside to total darkness. I heard a clicking noise and suddenly banks of florescent lights along the ceiling sputtered to life. Spread out before me were Shawna's cars. I was amazed. "Well, what do you think?" She asked with a hint of pride in her voice. "It isn't Barrett's but I like them." I didn't answer at first, I just walked around looking at the cars. She had done an amazing job with them. Every one of them looked like it had just come off of the assembly line. I leaned over to look into the MG and was blown away. The wooden dash gleamed like new and the seats where perfect. They were all perfect. "I'm speechless." I said with awe. "You did this all yourself?" "Almost all of it." She said. "The only things I don't do are the paint and the upholstery. I've got a couple of guys that do that for me. Those are specialties that I feel are best left to the professionals." "That must cost a fortune." I remarked. "I usually get it in trade. They are both collectors too so I trade them engine work for the paint and upholstery." "Engine work?" I asked. Shawna led me toward a set of swinging doors in the back of the room. She swung them open to reveal a full blown auto shop. "Whoa!" I said. "This was my dad's race shop. I've added to it over the past couple of years." She said. "I pay for my car hobby by building and rebuilding engines." Shawna pointed to a set of six engines sitting on stands against the wall of her shop. "Those are going to an ARCA racing team for next season. They are worth fifty grand apiece. I've got about $15,000 in parts in each one." I did some quick math in my head. "Damn, that's over two hundred thousand in profit." I said. "Well, you forget about the sweat equity in them. I've got about a hundred hours of labor in each one." "Still, that's good money." I said. "If you can get that kind of money doing engine work, why are you still doing nursing and massage work?" "Because I like nursing." She said. "And because I want this to be a hobby, not my whole life. The quickest way to kill the joy out of something you love is to make it your job. Speaking of hobbies, over here are my latest projects." She led me to the far end of the shop where a corvette yellow '68 El Camino stood next to the bare frame of what I assumed was her '67 Stingray. I was immediately drawn to the El Camino. I had always wanted one and this one was something special. I walked around it, mesmerized by its graceful lines. I leaned in through the open window and I could smell the new leather of the re-upholstered bench seat. The paint job was perfect, from the corvette yellow to the black racing stripes running up the hood and over the roof. The chrome gleamed and the tires shone. It looked like it was ready to go cruising right now. "This is incredible!" I gushed. "This has always been my fantasy car. I wanted one so bad back in high school that I thought I would die if I didn't get one. Let's take it for a spin!" "You'll have to push it!" Shawna laughed. She popped the hood and opened it up. There was a big empty space where the engine should have been. "I've still got to put the engine in it. It's almost ready." Shawna walked over to another engine stand, this one with a partially built engine on it. "It's a big block Chevy that I've bored over and completely rebuilt. I'm waiting on some headers and a carburetor to get here from Summit Racing and then I'll be able to drop this bad boy in there and get her running." She said. "When I'm done with her she'll run like a scalded dog!" "Promise me I'll get the first ride." "You bet." She said, and then a smirk crossed her face. "You'll get to help me break in the new front seat too." Shawna's hand rubbed across my crotch, leaving no doubt as to her intentions. "We can break it in right now if you want!" I replied, pulling her to me tightly. "Oh no." She said, pushing me away. "My first time with you is not going to be crammed in the front seat of a car. It's going to be in my bed." "Well then, hadn't we better get back to the house?" I asked. Shawna's hand stroked my hardening cock through me jeans. "Yes!" She said huskily. ********** Shawna directed me to the master bath and told me to take a shower. I scrubbed myself, dried off and put on the silk robe that she had left me. My instructions were to make myself comfortable until she arrived. I walked into the bedroom and was amazed at what I found. While I had been in the shower, Shawna had lit a dozen candles and lowered the lights to create a sexy mood. On the bedside table a bottle of champagne and two flutes were waiting for us, as well as a bottle of AstroGlide and an assortment of butt plugs, vibrators, dildos and cock rings. In a cooler beside the bed I found bottles of water on ice as well as a bowl of strawberries and a spray can of whipped cream. Soft rock music was playing from speakers hidden somewhere in the room. I sat on the bed and picked up one of the vibrators. It was one of the 'rabbit' style vibes with the extension that stimulated the clit while the vibrator buzzed and rotated inside a woman's pussy. I thought back to Sal's description of Carmen, his widow's neighbor, using one on herself and my cock got even harder than it had been. "That's one of my favorites." Shawna said from the doorway. I looked up and was treated to a vision of utter beauty. She stood there in a sheer black negligee that extended all the way to the floor. Even in the subdued lighting I could clearly see her areola and the dark triangle of pubic hair just above the juncture of her thighs. The negligee had a plunging neckline that exposed the deep cleavage between her perfect breasts. She was wearing no makeup, hell she didn't need it, and she had her hair piled stylishly on top of her head. That had the effect of making her neck look very long and graceful. I put the vibrator down and stood as she walked slowly toward me. Our bodies meshed together as our lips met and we kissed passionately for several minutes, our tongues exploring each other's mouths as our hands roamed. I felt her Shawna's hands untying the belt of my robe and soon she was pushing it off my shoulders. Her mouth broke contact with mine, but it was only so she could start kissing her way down my body. She went from my neck to my chest, to my nipples and down my stomach until she was kneeling at my feet. My hard cock was inches from her face as she looked at me with lust filled eyes. Without breaking eye contact, she grasped my cock and slipped it into her mouth. Our eyes stayed locked together as she deep throated me in one agonizingly slow motion. She withdrew just as slowly, then ran the tongue all of the sensitive tip of my cock. I watched as her mouth again swallowed me whole, quicker this time. Soon, she was sucking me hard, fucking me with her mouth as her hands fondled my bloated balls. Shawna was too damn good at this and I was ready to cum in only a few minutes. My balls tightened up and Shawna knew I was ready. She didn't slow down at all. "Oh fuuuccckkkk!" I screamed as cum boiled out of my balls and exploded into her waiting mouth. I emptied a huge load into her and she swallowed it all, the whole time never taking her eyes off of me. She continued to suck me until I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and helped her stand up. I immediately kissed her, tasting my cum on her tongue. "Your turn." I whispered in her ear. I slowly lifted her negligee off of her and then gently directed her to the bed and helped her get propped up on some pillows. I crawled between her spread legs and began to kiss her again. My cock was nestled against her pussy and she began to hump against me, working her already hard clit against my cock. I felt her trying to move around to get the tip of my cock into her pussy. "Not yet you naughty girl!" I chided her. "I need it so bad Roy!" She whimpered. "I've been thinking about fucking you for months. I need you!" "All in good time sweetie." I said. I moved down her body a bit, removing my cock from the area of her pussy. I started kissing her neck, something that I already knew drove her crazy. Shawna whimpered and moaned as I worked on her neck, kissing sucking and gently biting her. Slowly worked my way down, kissing my way across the hollow of her neck and down into the expanse of her cleavage. I kissed my way up her left breast until I reached her nipple. I sucked it into my mouth and gently bit down on it. Shawna cried out as a small orgasm rippled through her body. "Oh fuck Roy, what are you going to me!" She cried as she body wriggled under me. I continued to lavish attention on her tits as she came down from her high. When she was calm again, I began to work lower, kissing and licking my way across the light brown skin of her abdomen. She squirmed when I stuck my tongue into her belly button and as I went lower she began trying to push her crotch up to meet my mouth. I pushed her back down with my hand. "Patience." I said. "You're killing me Roy, you bastard!" She cried. I just smiled and went back to work. My mouth finally encountered the tight, black curls of her trimmed pussy. I blew my hot breath through her pussy hair and she again tried to push her pussy into my face. "Behave." I said. "Arrrghhh!" She replied in frustration. I kissed my way around her kinky patch of hair to the left and worked my way down her inner thigh, kissing and licking and rubbing my stubbly 5 o'clock shadow of a beard against her skin. When I reached her knee I reversed course and then did the other leg. Shawna was writhing on the bed and begging me to fuck her or lick her or finger her, anything so that she could cum. By the time I worked my way back to her pussy, it was swollen and wet in anticipation of what I might do to it. Shawna's large clit was sticking out prominently from its hood and her pinkish inner lips were filled with blood and hanging down below her meaty outer labia. I pursed my lips and sucked in, pulling the long inner lips into my mouth. I could taste her sweet juices as I sucked and then even more so as I stuck my tongue out and drove it into her soaking wet slit. "Oh Gawd!" Shawna cried out. "Eat my pussy baby! Make me cum on your face! I need it so bad Roy, please make me cum!" It was time, she needed it. I swept my tongue up her pussy until it was circling her clit. I wrapped my lips around it and sucked as my tongue lashed it from side to side. As I licked her, I put one, then two and then three fingers in her pussy. I rammed my fingers into her hard as my tongue and lips worked her clit. I looked up at her and saw that was using her hands to pull and twist her large, chocolate colored nipples. Her head was thrashing from side to side as her orgasm began to build within her. "Ohhhh Fuuuuccckkkk!" Shawna screamed as she came. Her thighs clamped my head in place as she began to squirt thick streamers of girl cum all over my face and neck. I kept sucking her clit gently, prolonging her cum, making her ride it out as long as possible. After what seemed like hours, her thighs relaxed and she pushed my head away from her crotch. I grinned up at her. "Was that good?" I asked. "I couldn't tell for sure." With a smile. Shawna grabbed a pillow and hit me with it. "You know damn well it was mind shattering." She growled. "Now, get on your back. I'm not waiting one more minute." I rolled over onto my back and shoved a pillow under my head. Shawna straddled me, grabbed my rock hard cock and placed it at the entrance to her wonderland. After squirting, her cunt was dripping wet and she was in no need of extra lubrication. With one slow, measured descent she sheathed my entire nine inches in her body. "Oh, I knew it would feel this good. I just knew it." Shawna began to ride me slowly, grinding herself on me and rotating her hips as she moved up and down. I reached up and palmed her tits, squeezing them gently. "Roy, you're touching me in places with your cock that have never been fucked before. You're so big and thick!" She moaned. Shawna leaned over and bought her lips to mine and we kissed as she worked her hips up and down. "Mmmmm. I taste good on you. Sorry about squirting on you like that but you had me so worked up!" "Are you kidding me? That was the sexiest fucking thing I've ever experienced." Shawna kissed and licked my face and neck, cleaning up the copious fluids that she had sprayed on me. I grabbed her ass and began to fuck her back, picking up our pace and driving myself in as deep as I could. Shawna began to grunt with each thrust as I began to fuck her harder. "Get behind me!" She suddenly yelled. "Fuck me from behind!" Shawna rolled off of me and quickly got up on her hands and knees. I quickly knelt behind her and slid my still wet cock into her cunt. I grabbed her hips and rammed my cock fully home. She let out a squeal. "That's it baby, pound my little black pussy! Stuff your big white cock in me and fuck me!" Shawna cried. I began to fuck her with long, hard strokes. My balls were slapping loudly up against her, almost in counter point to our moaning and groaning. She brought her right hand back and began to rub her clit as I went faster and faster. I looked to the right and in her dressing mirror I could see us fucking. I watched as her large tits swung frantically back and forth as we pounded into each other. I felt my balls begin to tighten up just as Shawna's orgasm slammed into her. "That's it, don't stop, don't stop!" She cried. "I'm cumming...oh my God I'm cumming!" I felt her kegel muscles clamp down on me as she began to cum. The added tightness pushed me over the edge too and I began to fill her up with shot after shot of my spunk. I continued to piston my cock in and out of her as we came until she could stand no more and fell forward onto the bed. She rolled over and I flopped down between her legs. I laid my head down on her thigh and closed my eyes. ********** I must have dozed off for a few minutes. I woke up in the same position, my head resting on Shawna's thigh. I was inches away from her pussy. I watched as my cum slowly seeped out of her vagina and ran down the crack of her ass. Her pussy was swollen from use and excitement, her large brown outer lips puffy and her lighter colored inner lips were distended and splayed open like the petals of a beautiful flower. I was amazed again at the range of hues that encompassed the flesh of her sweet pussy. Shawna was my first black, or mixed if you prefer, lover. I had seen black women in pornos and on the internet but Shawna was my first real experience and it was incredible. I loved how her pussy went from a chocolate brown to a bright pink. And her clit was something else, by far the largest I had ever known. I reached out a finger and ran it up her pussy, dragging it through my seeping cum and smearing the sticky seed up to her clit. When I touched her lovely button she twitched and quickly grabbed my hand. "Too soon lover." She said. "I'm still very sensitive. Come up here and kiss me!" I ducked my head to her pussy and licked up a small amount of my own cum. Now I know that some people find that disgusting but it had never bothered me a bit. I slid up her body and kissed her, sliding my cum into her mouth as I did so. She swirled it around as we kissed before swallowing the small gift. "Mmmmm. That was tasty. I could taste both of us." She said. We slid under the covers of the bed and spooned, me in the back. I cupped one of her breasts in my hand and my semi-hard cock was nestled in the crack of her beautiful ass. She placed her hands over mine as we settled down to rest a while. "Roy, I'm so glad you're here." "Me too." ********** My weekend was nothing short of incredible. We made love over and over again. We worked our way through her entire repertoire of sex toys and even made plans to go get more. We had hard, rough sex and we made gentle love too. We also took some long walks on the property and I helped out in the garage for a while as she put the finishing touches on the racing engines. Before I knew where the time had gone it was Sunday afternoon and I was due to start work again the next day. Shawna had been settling into a bit of a funk as the time for me to go drew near. Finally, she pulled me out to the back porch and we sat on the swing out there. "Roy, I want you to move in here with me." She blurted out. "Shawna, I..." "Let me finish." She said. "I don't know what I really want out of life Roy, but I know that I've never been as happy and contented as I have been since I met you." She was silent for a few minutes as she struggled with what to say. As I waited, I saw a steely determination settle over her. Shawna took a deep breath and continued. "I'm willing to share you if I have too. I know that you don't want to settle down or get married again, I can see it in your eyes. But I want you in my life, I want to have the chance to change your mind." I pulled her to me and she settled back against me as I wrapped my arms around her. "One of these days I'll tell you about my ex and then you'll understand where I am in my life. I was just getting back to normal before the explosion. I want to keep seeing you and getting to know you but right now I can't commit to you." I explained. "Besides, I've got to go back to work tomorrow and even though I love your place, it's a long commute, especially for a detective. I keep fucked up hours on the job." "I've thought about that too." Shawna said. "I thought that you would keep your apartment for during the week and be here with me on weekends. And maybe I could stay over in the city a couple nights a week too." "That sounds good to me but baby, I just can't agree to an exclusive relationship right now. I promised myself I wouldn't do that again, at least not right away. Can you handle that?" I asked. "I don't want to hurt you. And I don't want you to miss out on life, or Mr. Right, because you're waiting around on me." "I've thought about this a lot Roy. I'm good with it. In fact, the thought of my stud boyfriend fucking other women turns me on." Shawna said. "So, I'm hoping this can be an open relationship. You have sex with other women and if I meet some guy that strikes my fancy I'll do the same. But I want to hear about all your exploits and I'll tell you about mine. No secrets!" I was shocked. "Really?" She nodded her head emphatically. "In fact, I've got a girlfriend or two that I'd like to introduce you to, but if that works out we'll be seeing them together." My cock began to harden at the thought of a threesome with Shawna and another woman. I suddenly had a vision of Shawna and another girl, a bleach blonde, in a torrid 69. I could see myself slowly inserting my cock into a pale pussy as my girlfriend licked her cunt and my balls. My cock suddenly swelled to full size and pressed against her lower back. Double Identity Ch. 03 "Well, someone seems to approve of that idea." Shawna purred. I felt her hand slip between us and rub along the length of my cock. She stood up and grabbed my hand. "Come on baby, we've got time for one more romp before I have to drive you home. I want to feel this big rod in my ass one more time before you leave." I followed her into the house with a grin on my face. ********** Sal was waiting for me in the lobby of the precinct when I walked in the door on Monday morning. "Did you have a nice weekend?" He asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Yes, thank you." I replied. "Nice to see you too." He blushed slightly. "Sorry Roy. That was uncalled for. But, I was damn lonely. You know you're my entire social calendar, don't you?" I sighed and felt like shit. "Yeah, sorry Sal, I forget that I'm the only one you can talk to. I spent the weekend with Shawna at her house." "Dude, you tap that ass or what?" "Yeah man, literally." "Ooooh. I need the details bro." Sal said, grinning like a stupid schoolboy. "Maybe later. I've got to get upstairs and check in with Terry." "Dude, you are going to be so pissed." Sal laughed. "What do you know?" I asked as I stepped into the elevator. Sal followed me in. I started to hold the door for some folks coming but Sal stopped me. "Don't!" He said in a near panic. "It's too small in here, they'll touch me." I remembered about his problem with touching living people and let the door close. He breathed a sigh of relief. "So, what's Terry got in store for me?" I asked again. "First off, he gave your desk to that douche bag Fredericks." He said. I waived that off as insignificant. "I've got seniority, I'll get my spot back. What else?" "You've got a new partner." "Who is it?" I asked. "They're new." Was all he said. He was smiling, damn near laughing at me. "Who is it?" I asked again. "Oh no, I want to see the look on your face when you get introduced." He said, before bursting out in laughter. "Oh Fuck!" I thought, this is going to be bad. Sal laughed harder. The elevator opened and I stepped out. A choruses of "Hey Roy" and "Good to see you back" rang out as I made my way across the floor. I saw Fredericks looking at me from my desk and I pointed at him then made a fist with my thumb out and motioned for him to get out of my chair. He shot me the bird. Wilkerson, the duty sergeant for our floor stopped me halfway across the room. "TNT wants to see you right away." He said. Sarge was always no nonsense. "After that I've got you scheduled for weapons practice and then HR needs to see you about paperwork. That ought to take up most of your day. I'm going to put you down for Thursday afternoon for requalification on your weapon, that all right?" "Yeah. Thanks Sarge." I said. "By the way, see to it that Frederick's has all his shit out of my desk by this afternoon and my old chair better still be there." "You got it Roy." He said with a grin. Everyone hated Frederick's. He was a no account suck ass that got his job because his father was friends with the commissioner. I made it to Terry's door and knocked. I saw that he had finally gotten around to getting the name on the door changed while I was gone. For three years it still bore the name of the previous department lieutenant. Now it said 'Lieutenant Terrance Nathanial Thomas'. "Come in." Terry said through the door. I opened it and walked in. Sal slipped in behind me. As I was starting to close the door, a young, blonde woman wearing a navy blue pant suit walked up to the door and came in also. She closed the door behind her. I had never seen her before but considering her age I figured that she was a new secretary. We seemed to go through them pretty regularly. "Hey Lieutenant." I said. "Good to see you back Roy!" he said, standing up to shake my hand. I was once again taken with how fucking big he was. Terry, or TNT as most of the guys called him, stood 6'8" tall and weighed no less that 280 lbs. Terry had played offensive line for Mississippi State back in the day and had been a shoe-in for a spot in the NFL before a knee injury took him out. Unlike most college football players, Terry had actually gone to school to get an education and he graduated with honors with a degree in criminal justice. Terry worked his way up through the ranks, from patrolman to detective and finally into administration. There had been rumors floating around for a while now that he was on the short list to be the next commissioner. He was certainly qualified but the reality was that he was more likely to get the job based on his race than his qualifications. There were a lot of politicians who thought that Terry's African American heritage would go a long way toward smoothing over race relations between the police department and the public. They might be right. Terry sat down and so did I. "This is Callie Barker." Terry said, indicating the blond who was still standing near the door. I looked back at her. "Hi. Nice to meet you." I said. "Um, Callie, I've got to get up to speed with the Lieutenant on things since I've been out on medical leave for a while. Could you get me a coffee with two creams? Thanks." Callie looked confused for a second, but then she turned and left the office. "So, anything on the bomber." I asked. "Anyone take credit for it? "Not that I know of. The FBI is running with it but so far nothing has come up. It seems like a one-off event." Terry said. "I don't buy that." I replied. "The bomb was too sophisticated. I think it was someone that has a beef with the department. Why would they wait until the cops showed up to detonate when they could have killed dozens while the food court was occupied?" "I agree, but so far we have no leads." I'll send you our file and what the FBI has on it. Maybe you'll catch something that'll ring a bell. It'll give you something to do until we can get you approved for active duty." Just then, Callie returned with my coffee. It was just the way I liked it. I took a sip and sighed to myself. Nasty police department coffee. I was home. "Thanks Callie, this is perfect." I said. "I'm glad you like it but don't expect me to fetch you anymore." She said with a hint of anger. I could hear Sal beginning to chuckle from his location in the back corner of the office. "Sit down Callie." Terry said, indicating the chair next to me. "Roy, let me finish introducing Detective 3rd class Callie Barker to you." "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit." I thought. "No!" "You're new partner." Sal's chuckles became hysterical laughter. ********** Callie followed me as I left Terry's office and headed toward the elevator. I got there and pushed the down button. I didn't look at her as I waited for the car to arrive. The door opened and we walked in. Sal slipped in behind us, a stupid grin on his face. "Fuck off Sal." I said. "I'm pissed and you're not making things any easier." "What me?" Sal said, feigning innocence. "I thought you'd be happy having a cheerleader for a partner." I didn't reply. As soon as the elevator closed Callie spoke. "I take that you don't want me for a partner." She stated bluntly. I decided to be blunt right back. "No, I don't." "Why not? You don't even know me." She said. "Because I'm not in the mood to train a snot nosed youngster. Hell, I can't even figure out how you made detective so young. Are you another Frederick's? Did your daddy get you a job?" I asked venomously. How old do you think I am?" She asked. "Twenty-five." I said immediately. "Wrong. I'm thirty-one." She said angrily. "I graduated college in two years with a bachelor's degree in criminal justice and a minor in accounting from Duke, then did four years as an MP in the Army. I joined the department at twenty-four. I spent two years on patrol then five years in vice, most of that undercover. I passed my detectives exam with a near perfect score. I've qualified as expert on pistol and rifle, I'm SWAT trained and I'm a fourth degree black belt. So don't give me that too young, no experience bullshit. The only thing I lack is a working knowledge of being a detective and I'm hoping to learn that from you. I've been told that you're one of the best." Her anger caught me by surprise. Perhaps I completely misjudged her. "All right, I'm sorry." I said. "You're right. I shouldn't have dismissed you based on what I perceived as your youth and inexperience. Let's start over. Hi, I'm Roy Buck." I put out my hand and she gripped it tightly. "Callie Barker." She said with a smile. As soon as she smiled I suddenly noticed her as a person instead of an annoyance. She had pretty blue eyes and cute little dimples on her cheek. If she was 5'3" she was pushing it and I noticed that she was wearing black tennis shoes rather than leather, a move that showed me she was more concerned about function than style. I approved. Her suit coat hid what I could tell were modest sized breasts and just from the way she moved I could tell she was an athlete. "I assume you're going to check out your weapon and hit the range for practice?" "That's the plan, Sarge has me scheduled for this morning." "Me too." Callie replied as the door opened into the basement of the building. She headed out ahead of me, down the corridor that led to the armory. "You've got yourself a firecracker there bro!" Sal said as we left the elevator. "Shut up!" I growled. Callie was already chatting at the armory window with Harry Simpson, the armory officer, when I got there. "Hey Roy!" He said. "Glad to see you back." "Thanks Harry." I replied. "I need to check my gun out." Harry reached under the window and brought out a shoe box. He removed the lid and dumped a dozen or so mangled parts out onto the window ledge. "This is what's left of your old service piece." He said with a sad shake of his head. "They tell me the blast tore the holster right off the chest strap. I've got ya covered though. Wait here." Harry wandered into the back and I could hear him scuffling around. He soon returned carrying another box, this one larger than the shoe box that held the parts of my old 9mm. "All right Roy, let's see how you like this." Harry reached into the box and pulled out a new Glock 22 along with four extra magazines and a new leather shoulder holster. "This is a little meatier around the grip than your old gun, but it's also a .40 caliber which increases the stopping power. What do you think?" He asked, holding the gun out to me. I took it and felt the weight in my hand. The grip was a bit wider than I was used to but the gun didn't feel much heavier. I pulled it up into a two hand grip and pointed it at an imaginary target. The sights seemed to line up just fine. "I'll give it a try." I said. "Cool. If you don't like the grips let me know, I can get some custom grips that might help. I had to do that with Detective Barker's weapon." Harry said. "Let me get the paperwork on this and you can get going." Harry disappeared into the back again. I took off my jacket and started to try and get the shoulder holster adjusted to my body. I struggled for a minute before Callie stepped in to help. "Hold still Roy." She said. "Let me get these straps tightened and straightened out then we can fine tune this." She fiddled with the straps and in no time had the holster resting comfortably under my left arm. I slipped the Glock in and buttoned my jacket. "Can't even see a bulge in your coat. How does it feel?" She asked. "Not bad. It's a little bit bulkier than my old one." I said. I practiced drawing it a couple of times. She helped me lower it slightly and soon I had it just where I wanted it. Harry came back in with a ream of paper work for me to sign. I signed and initialed and agreed to and whatnot until all the paper pushing was finished. Lastly, Harry handed me a box of 50 service rounds. I loaded the clip in my gun and the extra that fit into the holster. I chambered a round, checked the safety and tucked my new weapon in to my holster. "Give it to me Roy." Carrie said, holding out her hand. "You aren't allowed to carry this on duty yet. You don't requalify until Thursday." "Shit." I said, handing it over. "Don't sweat it. We aren't working anything yet and you'll be busy with me on the range and in training until you're reinstated." She said. "I know, but I feel naked without my weapon." I said. "I can fix that." She replied. "Let's get to the range!" "You're driving." "You got it boss." she said with a smile.