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Mick the Dick Ch. 01

By: mysteriousquill



©2005 All Rights Reserved

This is my first attempt at a multi-part story, so be patient. As with all of my stories, they are "based", loosely or otherwise, on true stories. They are not necessarily based on my life, so base your criticism accordingly.

I will be bringing you a new chapter every couple weeks, just to keep you "hanging". I've put some time into this, and will continue to do so until finished. I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter One

It's a dangerous but fulfilling job, most of the time. Oh, let me introduce myself. My name is Pheury, that's pronounced Fury, Mick Pheury, Private Detective. I was a "big city" cop for almost ten years, but couldn't stand working for bigger assholes than the ones I was locking up. So I decided to go to work for an even bigger asshole, me. 

Detective work really isn't as hard as Hollywood makes it seem. I'd be lying to you if I didn't say it can be dangerous; husbands whose wives are paying you to find their spouse cheating, embezzlers who don't want the chairman of the board to find out where all of his money is going, missing people who don't want to be found, and even the cops who don't want you to find out that they goofed up one of their investigations. I've been shot at more times as a private dick than I ever was as a cop. But I'd also be lying if I told you I didn't like my job. No! Let me rephrase that; I love my job.

The big difference in being a cop versus a private detective is that the private detective can't just call for help over the radio. If you get yourself into a jackpot, you better be able to get yourself out. Being a private detective is like being an artist, it takes talent. Of course, I've seen some pretty bad art that made the artist a lot of money. And just like an artist, the money isn't all bad. That is when it's coming in. You've heard the old adage, "starving artist"? Well there's a lot of starving P.I.s too. 

Luckily, I do alright. I mean, there's no "esquire" at the end of my name, but I get the bills paid on time. If you work hard, there is a lot of money out there to be made. As a cop, there were days I'd be bored out of my mind and then there were those I thought would never end. You depend on the assholes, both in and out of the police department to tell you what to do and when. As a private detective, I get to pick and choose what cases I take.

No, I don't drive around in a red Ferrari. I have a plain old red sport utility. What make, you ask? Hah! That's privileged information. You never know when I might be watching you. Why red, you ask? Because if I used a black, blue, or white one everybody would know it was a cop. Scientifically, red is neutral to the human eye. Ever wonder why "infra-red" light is invisible? If you believe some studies, that's why red cars are involved in more accidents than other colored cars. Yeah, it has the dark tinted windows, not to look bad, but just so that people can't see that I'm watching them. Supposedly, it takes your brain a few more microseconds to distinguish a red car from others. It's those microseconds that may help prevent me from getting hurt. 

For a while, I didn't want to mess with the domestic related crap. I had enough of that when I was a cop. Husbands and wives beating up on each other and then beating up on you when you got there wasn't my idea of a good time. When a husband or wife, or as more often the case their attorney, would want to hire me to follow the other half around, I would professionally tell them to find someone else. But then, when I started to get a little hungry I started taking on more and more of these cases. That was when I realized how much fun they could be. Where else can you actually get paid to be a peeping Tom? And I've done a pretty good job over the last 15 years I've been doing this.

I know what you're thinking, in actuality very few cases end up having a husband or wife cheating on their spouse. Most of the time, the spouse, usually the husband, neglects their other half (Notice I didn't say "better" half.) to the point that the spouse goes out and finds something, anything to do, not necessarily cheating. It amazes me… (Come to think of it, no it doesn't.) the number of husbands and wives that fake having affairs just to piss-off one another. And, although these are fun to find out about, the real cheaters are the cases that are much more challenging.

I used to think drug dealers were sneaky. The sneakiest people in the world are those who cheat on their spouses. Think about this for a minute. You're a wife who feels neglected by your husband. You need to feel wanted, desired. You want to get your brains fucked out. But you also know your husband will kill you if you get caught. Husbands are just as afraid of being caught but for a different reason… money! If the old lady catches them, they file for divorce, get the cars, the house, custody of the kids, child support, alimony, half your pension, all in all a fate worse than death. With all of that in mind, wouldn't you be sneaky too? You're damned right you would!

I guess you could say I'm a converted bachelor. My ex-wife convinced me to be a bachelor back when I was on the police department. Come to think of it, that bitch was pretty sneaky too. She was fucking around on me for almost a year before I picked up on it. "You're never home." "You're always at work." "You're always out with the boys." "That shift work." "I can't take the danger of your job anymore." You name it, she used it. Or at least tried to. Funny thing was she was fucking a fireman; a married fireman. And she said I lived dangerously. Phew! Since when don't firemen have dangerous jobs and shift work? The one person sneakier than her was that fireman. After I divorced her and his wife divorced him it came out he was gay. Hee hee hee!!! What's the old adage about he who laughs last…? Luckily, we never had kids. I guess I was never home long enough to have any, at least according to her.

Tuesday, two weeks ago, I was sitting in my plush high rise office reading the morning paper, enjoying my bagel and cup of coffee. Okay, so it's not so plush. It's not even a high rise. To be honest, I enjoy the classic private detective offices in the movies of the 40's and 50's; a two room "suite" on the second floor of a three story storefront in what used to be considered a shopping district. The front door has a frosted window with the private detective's name emblazoned across it in gold leaf. 

The truth of the matter is that this is the only dump I can afford, but being I don't want to spoil it for you crime story buffs out there, let's stick with the "film noire" atmosphere. From a more practical standpoint, why spend more on rent for an office I spend so little time in? I have all of the various diplomas, citations, awards, and newspaper articles about me framed and hanging on the walls. It actually looks more like a cheap lawyer's office than a private detective's with the bookcases of all of the law books and junk on them. Believe it or not, I'm actually pretty good at what I do. I've read a whole lot about the law. I'd probably go back to law school and become a lawyer if I wanted to lower my standards and morals to become one. Besides, I probably wouldn't make a real good lawyer because I know who my father was.

My secretary, Carla, is this cute, auburn haired, 23 year old. At least this week her hair's auburn. She is really good at taking messages and typing. She's pretty good at other things too, but we'll get into that later. She's worked for me since she was 19, working her way through college at the local university. She was so good I decided to keep her on full time after she graduated 2 years ago. She actually has developed quite a talent as an investigator.

Carla paged me on my high-tech, interoffice paging system, in other words she yelled to me that a Mrs. Armacost was on line one. I only have one line, but it does have call waiting.

"Mick Pheury, can I help you?", I asked in my most professional tone of voice.

"Mr. Pheury, this is Teresa Armacost." She paused as if waiting for a response.

"Yes Mrs. Armacost, what can I do for you?"

"I'm sure you know the name.", she said in an obnoxious manner.

"Theeee Mrs. Armacost? Wife of Benjamin Armacost, the attorney?"

"Yes, Mr. Pheury. That's the one. I'd like to hire your services. Can we meet somewhere?"

"Of course, Mrs. Armacost. How about here at my office?"

"No, Mr. Pheury. Someplace more public. I'd rather not be seen going in or out of your office."

Bitch, there's nothing wrong with my office. "Where and when?"

"Would your schedule permit us to meet at noon today? I know this is a little short notice, but I assure you it is of the utmost importance."

Utmost importance she said. "Well, Mrs. Armacost, let me check my schedule. I know I have a couple of appointments."

"Mr. Pheury, I guarantee, I will make it well worth your while to cancel whatever you have pending to meet with me."

Well worth my while? That usually means more money. "Okay, Mrs. Armacost. Hold on one minute."

I pressed the hold button on my phone. "Carla! Am I free this afternoon?

"Yes, Mick. Your entire afternoon is free.", Carla replied.

"Mrs. Armacost? I can reschedule my eleven o'clock appointment but I do have an important appointment at one. Can we make it around eleven?"

"Of course. Of course. I hate asking you to cancel an appointment for me, but it is very important."

"Anything for you Mrs. Armacost. Where would you like to meet, your home?"

"Oh no! Not my home!", she was most insistent. "Can we make it at that little pub down by the waterfront?"

"Murphy's?", I asked for confirmation.

"Yes. I believe that's the place."

"Murphy's at eleven. I'll see you then."

"Until then. Oh! And Mr. Pheury? I would appreciate total confidentiality."

"But of course, Mrs. Jones, I'll see you then."

"Mrs. Jones??? Oh, yes. I got it. I'll see you at eleven."

I hung up the phone. What could Teresa Armacost want with me? I know I'm good. I know I have a good reputation. But Teresa Armacost could buy and sell me several times over. She made it sound so important. I finished the last little piece of my bagel. I stood up from my desk, brushed the crumbs off the front of my shirt, (Hey, mice need to eat too.) and walked over to the doorway separating my office from the outer office. "What do you know about the Armacosts?", I asked as Carla turned towards me in her chair.

"The Armacosts? Benjamin Armacost? He is one of the biggest name attorneys in the state. He's run for Mayor a couple of times, unsuccessfully. He owns a couple of office buildings and apartments. What else do you want to know?" Carla began typing on her computer.

"What about Mrs. Armacost?"

"Teresa Armacost… Oh! Is that who that was? She's loaded. Her father, Bernie Stone, was a lawyer, a big, big lawyer. He left her a fortune when he died a few years ago. She married Armacost around 25 years ago. They have two kids, a son and a daughter, I believe. Both of them are in college."

"Are they happily married?"

Carla thought for a minute. "I'm not sure boss. I'll check around a little for you."

"Okay shweetheart," I said with a Bogart shtick, "but keep it inconspicuous."

"Always!", Carla replied in a most serious tone as she placed her index finger to her lips."

I walked back into my office and sat behind my desk. It was 9:30. I called Murphy's. Little did Mrs. Armacost know, but Murphy's was one of my favorite hangouts. I reserved my favorite booth; in the back, in the corner, in the dark, and asked if my favorite waitress, Sylvia, could wait on me. Being I spend a lot of money in the joint, "Murph", the owner, was more than willing to oblige.

I finished reading the paper as I drank my third cup of coffee of the morning. I was having a hard time concentrating on the various stories of the day, still wondering what Mrs. Armacost wanted with me.

Around ten, I walked down to the corner barber shop to get a trim. The shop was empty except for Phil. The door chimes greeted me with a "jingle jingle" as I entered.

"Mick! How the hell are you? Where you been? How the Private Eye business?"

I slipped my brown sport coat off and hung it on the rack just inside the door. My trusty .45 that I never go anywhere without was tucked away in its holster on my right side. Phil knew I carried it, as well as just about everybody else who knew me, so it wasn't an issue with having it exposed while in his shop.

"I'm okay. I've been around. Just been a little busy. Just trim it up a bit, Phil."

"You got it." Phil wrapped the bib around my neck and sprayed my hair with water. "Any exciting cases lately, Mr. Private Dick?"

"Well, you know something Phil, it's just another day in paradise." Then it dawned on me, everybody talks to their barber. "Phil, can I confide in you?"

"Why of course you can, Mick."

"What do you know about Benjamin and Teresa Armacost?"

"Whoa! That's a hot topic. What? You got a case involving them?"

Now let me tell you about Phil. I've known him for at least 10 years. If you tell him to keep his trap shut, he keeps it shut. "Well, I don't know yet. The Mrs. called me this morning and wants to get together for a little meeting."

"Bernie Stone's little girl? Wow, Mick. That is one hot piece of ass. Have you ever seen her?"

"Only at a distance and on TV."

"Yes sir-reee! She is one hell of a looker… for her age, naturally. Not like that secretary of yours, but very nice in her own respect."

"Anything in the wind about why she might want to hire the best P.I. around for something?"

Phil chuckled, "The best? I don't know about the best, but I don't know why she'd hire you either."

"Fuck you!", I said with a laugh, "You little prick!"

"You know. You shouldn't say that to the guy cutting your hair. Besides, how would you know how big my dick is?"

"Your wife told me the last time I was with her."

"Oh, so that's who's shoes were under the bed. Thanks, they fit great."

I slid my pants leg up a little and pointed at my cowboy boots. "Sorry Phil, must have been another one of her lovers' shoes, I wear these. And I know your dogs would be too small for these." We both laughed even harder. "Bitch! I knew somebody must have been getting it. She's always too tired for me."

"Speaking of the topic in hand. Seriously, have you heard anything?"

"Nope. Not really. I haven't read anything in the paper. Why? You suspicious?"

"Yeah, you know me Phil. I'm suspicious about everything."

"Look, find out what she wants first, then get suspicious."

"That's a good point. It might not be anything. But she made it sound so important."

"That's the way rich bitches are. She might have broken a fingernail and want you to find a nice replacement."

"But, then again…"

"Yeah. She probably lost something."

Phil finished trimming my hair and I paid him. I slipped my sport coat back on and left. The same "jingle jingle" on the door chimes said goodbye as I closed the door.  Maybe Phil was right. This might just be a find the missing diamond caper. No, I don't believe that either. 

Mick the Dick Ch. 02



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Chapter 2

I went back to the office, let Carla know where I'd be, and went to my truck. Even though sport utilities are somewhat of a combination, I still consider them more of a truck than a car. I drove down to the waterfront with a few minutes to spare. A good private dick tries to get to get to locations early to scope things out a little. I know the area around Murphy's like the back of my hand, but I still wanted to be there when Mrs. Armacost arrived. Not to greet her, but to see if she brought along company, invited or otherwise.

I found a good vantage point that afforded me a good view of anyone approaching Murphy's. I saw Mrs. Armacost pull up to an empty parking space in her silver Benz convertible. I was quite impressed that she parked it in one try. I watched to see if anybody was following her. It didn't appear so. She got out of the car and walked around to the sidewalk. She is a good looker. Class! Real class! It just oozes off of her. From the walk, I'll bet she has plenty of attitude too. Funny though, it didn't look like a fake walk. Too many women these days try to fake a classy walk. It's kind of like putting a Rolls Royce emblem on a Yugo; everyone can see the difference.

"She's got to be in her mid to late 40's," considering she's been married to Benjamin for 25 years. But from my viewpoint she didn't look a day over 30. She was wearing a knee length brown plaid skirt, white silk blouse open about 4 buttons down, and white high heels. Her shoulder length light brown hair was frosted. I didn't know if it was to hide the gray or just being fashionable. Either way, it looked good on her. As she got a little closer I surmised she would be about 5 foot 5 out of the heels and probably weighed in at about 130 to 140. She wasn't fat, but built. She could have done one of those "full figure" girl ads in the 60's. Not being a professional boob measurer, my guess would be she is about a 36D. With the cleavage she was showing, maybe a double D. She was wearing sunglasses to shade her eyes from the noontime sun… or was it a weak attempt to keep from being recognized. 

When I was relatively sure she hadn't been followed, I made my way to the front door of Murphy's. Coincidentally, that was about the same time as Mrs. Armacost. She stood outside for a minute and checked the gold and diamond watch on her left wrist as she scanned the area. Maybe that's why she had on the shades, the glare from the watch, the gold chain around her neck, and the gold ankle bracelet was enough. But even considering all of that, she still didn't look showy. Just classy.

"Mrs. Armacost?" I asked as I walked up behind her. "I'm Pheury, Mick Pheury."

"Yes Mr. Pheury, I'm glad to meet you."

"Shall we go inside?" I opened the door.

"Thank you very much." Mrs. Armacost walked in. 

Sylvia greeted her as she entered. "Welcome to Murphy's. How many? Mick!"

"Hello Sylvia, darling. How are you?," I said as Sylvia gave me a little kiss on the cheek.

"I'm doing fine, Mr. Pheury. Your table is ready. This way please."

Sylvia led us to a table in the far back corner of the restaurant. I watched Mrs. Armacost's walk as she strutted her high-class ass through the restaurant. "Nice swing. Very natural.," I thought to myself. Sylvia handed each of us a menu as we took our seats. "Can I get you something from the bar, ma'am?," Sylvia asked Mrs. Armacost.

"Ah, well, I'll take a glass of White Zinfandel.," Mrs. Armacost replied.

"Very well. I'll be right back." Sylvia walked away.

"I see you have a flair for the melodramatic, Mr. Pheury.," Mrs. Armacost said with a slight smirk.

"Yes I do. Well, Mrs. Armacost," I began, "how can I help you?"

"Aren't you having anything to drink? I do so hate drinking alone."

"I like keeping a clear head when I'm on a case. Speaking of the case…"

Mrs. Armacost looked at me and then around the pub. "I think my husband is having an affair."

I looked at her very seriously, "You think? And you want me to find out with whom."

"Well, yes. Naturally."

"Okay. Can I ask why you came to me?"

"Pardon me for saying so, but you weren't the first private detective I called.," Mrs. Armacost said rather bluntly.

"Oh? The second, huh?"

"Well, actually, the eighth.," she said with a smile.

"The eighth? You could have lied."

"Actually, I checked all of them out a little before I decided. I like your style. I too have a flair the melodramatic."

That was funny, especially being I've been accused of not having any style. "So, what makes you think your husband is fuc…, I mean, fooling around on you?"

"I just know he's, as you put it, "fucking" somebody else. He's always late. He's been going out of town a lot lately. He's never been late and hates going out of town for cases."

"I see. Do you have any ideas?"

Sylvia came back with Mrs. Armacost's wine and my bourbon on the rocks. Mrs. Armacost looked at the drink in front of me. "I thought you want to keep a clear head."

"I do. It just so happens that Sylvia knew you don't like drinking alone so she brought something for me to drink with you." I looked up at Sylvia, "Thank you, dear."

"You're welcome, sir. Do you need a few more minutes?"

"Yes, please." I replied.

Sylvia walked away. "How long has he been doing this?"

"It's been a couple of month's, maybe three."

"I see." Frankly, I couldn't see. Mrs. Armacost is a really lovely woman. I mean a ten. She's got class, looks, and money. Any guy married to a knock-out like this and isn't banging her every chance he gets has got to be a fag. As she picked up her glass of wine with her left hand I couldn't help but notice her wedding and engagement rings. The rock must have been at least 4 carets. The wedding ring was a traditional gold band, nothing too fancy, but was rather wide, usually the type used when a husband wants to make sure his wife is well marked as being taken. I'd mark her as taken too. So why cheat on her? Ego trip? Bored? I'm still aiming more towards gay.

"I have to ask you something personal. Please don't think this is rude or anything, but it is important and strictly professional. When was the last time you and he had sex?"

Taking it as intended and taking a few seconds to think about her answer, "It's been at least 3 months."

"Three months?" That does it. He's gay. He's been fucking some other guy up the ass or getting his own ass fucked, or both. He has to be. "How would you describe your sex life with your husband until 3 months ago?"

"Well, to be perfectly honest with you. We haven't been having sex as often as we used to. It's been the last year or so. I just thought it was age or something. I've had to, you'll have to pardon me, this is a little embarrassing, I've been masturbating a lot lately just because he and I haven't been having sex. I still have the desire and lust, but I thought maybe he was getting old and maybe things weren't working the same."

I couldn't help it. Just looking at her and my dick was getting hard. What's his tongue gone limp too? Something like this, I'd at least eat if I couldn't get my dick up. I was tempted to ask her how she masturbated and maybe demonstrate it for me. "And how old is Benjamin?"

"He's, let me think, he's 52."

Fifty-two and he can't get it up for his wife that looks like this? He's got to be gay. I picked up my menu and looked it over. The burgers are terrific here. "I think I might go for the cheese burger, how about you?"

"I think I'll just take the grilled chicken salad."

She's health conscious too. I motioned to Sylvia and gave her our order.

"So, let me get this straight. The last several months you have seen this change in Benjamin. You haven't had sex during that time, but you think he is getting it somewhere. Right?"

"That's about it. I've tried everything. I've bought sexy clothing. I've tried to seduce him when he gets home. I've waited up late wearing corsets and lingerie, all without even a wink. Nothing."

"I hope you don't take this wrong, but there has to be something wrong. If you greeted me at the door in a corset or something sexy, I don't think I could control myself. That's my professional opinion." 

Mrs. Armacost smiled as I continued, "I'm sorry if I offended you or anything, but that's just a male opinion that backs up your feeling that something is wrong."

"No, not at all. I'm actually glad that it's not me. I'm glad men still find me attractive."

Attractive? That's rather mild. I'd lock her away in the closet when I went to work every day if she were my wife. I'd still like to know why a man would lose interest in a woman like this. Sylvia delivered our order. The rest of the conversation through lunch stayed on that line. 

"Maybe he is having some problems associated with age. Have you noticed any, shall I say, lessening of his ability to perform?"

"Well, three months ago, he was fine. We had sex for well over an hour. It didn't seem to be a problem. I haven't seen any pill bottles for Viagra or anything."

"Mrs. Armacost…"

"Please, my name is Teresa. Can I call you Mick?"

"Of course. Okay, Teresa. Is it possible for your husband to have gone gay?"

She almost choked. "Benjamin? Queer? I don't think so. He's always been so macho. No. I don't think that is it. Why would you think that?"

"Well, I'm just trying to narrow down any causes for his lack of interest in you. Boredom, you've covered. Dressing up and all of that. Sexual dysfunction, (I was trying to sound professional using the correct term for him not being able to keep it up any more.) or another lover. In that category, we have to consider both sides, and frankly, she'd have to be something unbelievable to leave you. That's why I had to ask about him going homosexual. That would be something you couldn't offer him."

"I don't know, Mick. I can't imagine him being queer."

"I'm sorry. But it's just that… well… there are two reasons. The first is that many times in otherwise heterosexual relationships, either partner turning gay is a reason for them to lose interest in the other. And the second is that… well… it's just that you are such a gorgeous woman that… I can't believe he'd just lose interest."

Teresa blushed slightly while she looked at her salad for a few seconds, pondering what I had just said. "I don't think I've done anything to make him change. I don't think I've changed. I just have to know for sure if he is cheating on me."

"I understand. What's he drive?"

Teresa smirked, "Well it all depends on the day of the week. He usually drives a black Lincoln Town Car. But he also has a silver Beemer, I think it's a 740, or something like that. He also has a red Vette, but he usually let's Holly, our daughter drive that. Let's see, then there's the Lincoln Navigator, kind of a champagne color and an old Triumph."

"What? No bikes?"

"No. Ben is too much of a scardy cat to drive a bike. I have a Sportster, but he doesn't think I ride it anymore."

The more this woman talked, the more I fell in love with her. "I have a Fat Boy myself."

"You ride? Hey! Maybe we can get together some weekend for a little ride."

"I'd like that." What I really wanted to tell her is that I'd prefer about a week long ride on her. She is just so gorgeous.

"Mick, I need this to be kept as confidential as possible. I'll pay you 300 dollars a day plus expenses. I expect you to concentrate on my case, but I understand that you have other clients. I'd appreciate you working at least 4 hours a day on it. I want to know fast. I also expect a briefing on a daily basis. Is this agreeable?"

Three bills a day? Yeah! That's agreeable. "Yes ma'am. That's fine."

"Knock off the ma'am stuff." Teresa slid a piece of the napkin across the table to me. "Here are my home phone and cell phone numbers. I'd suggest you use the cell phone when possible. This is my own. My husband doesn't know about this one." Teresa held up a second cell phone and put it back in her purse. 

"I understand. I'd also suggest you not use the home phone to contact me. It's too easy for him to find out who you've been calling. If you get a text message that simply says "MD," call me when you get the chance. If it has a "911" after it, call me as soon as possible."

" M D? "

"Yeah! It's kind of a nickname of mine, but that way if someone sees it, they might think it's your doctor."

"Okay."

"Also, under no circumstances slip and let him know you've hired a private detective. Actually, it is better if you don't tell anyone that you have hired me. On the extreme outside chance he should catch me, I will never disclose that you are my client, so don't let him trick you into confessing. If he is fooling around, chances are he may be getting paranoid. He may take a wild guess you are having him watched. And never let him know things I tell you. He'll be able to put 2 and 2 together.

"Yes. I understand."

"I can't follow him 24 hours a day, at least not at this stage of the game. If he goes anywhere, give me a call to let me know, especially if it is unexpected." I finished getting the rest of that personal junk P.I.s need, when he leaves for work, when he gets home, when he eats lunch, when he goes to the john. If he's a member of any clubs that may have meetings he goes to. Any of those little pertinent things a wife knows to help account for his time.

We finished lunch, had a mug of Murph's fabulous Irish Coffee, and then asked for the check. I told you she had class. Mrs. Armacost, Teresa, picked up the entire tab. God, how I love equal rights. 

I could tell this was going to be a fun case.



Mick the Dick Ch. 03



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Ahh, my luck is holding out. As I drove up the street towards my office, I saw a car pulling out from one of the spaces in front of my office. Being the perfect gentleman I am, I let the car pull out in front of me so I could "jump in their grave", so to speak. 

I walked up the steps to my office. "Hi Mick," Carla said as I opened the door, "Nothing new."

Nothing new. Oh well. "Did you have lunch yet?"

"No. I was waiting for you to get back."

"Well, I'm back. Here," I tossed her a 10 dollar bill, "lunch is on me."

Carla picked up the ten, "Mick... well thanks. Can I bring anything back for you?"

"Nope. I had my lunch. I'll tell you about it when you get back."

"Oh oh. That means I'm gonna be busy," she threw at me.

"Not necessarily," I threw back at her.

Carla stood up from her chair, picked up her purse, and headed out the door. "Thanks boss. I'll see you in about an hour." Carla kissed me on her way past.

"It better not be more than an hour," I yelled as she closed the door on her way out.

I picked up the Yellow Pages from Carla's desk as I walked past on the way to mine. I made a sudden detour past the refrigerator and pulled out a can of Diet Coke.

As I sat behind my desk, I opened the can and took a big mouthful. I looked out my window and noticed a good looking girl walking across the street towards the front of my building. "Funny. For a moment the walk looked like Mrs. Armacost's... I mean, Teresa's," I thought to myself.

I wanted to find Benjamin Armacost's office address. I checked under shark, it wasn't there. I looked under snake, nope, not there. Oh yes, lawyers. There it was, 101 South Main Street, room 1200. Right in the middle of down town. 

The knock on my door startled me. I looked up and saw the same good looking young lady I saw crossing the street a few moments ago. "Mr. Pheury?"

"Yes. I'm Mick Pheury."

"I'm Holly Armacost."

Oh, oh. "Yes Miss Armacost, won't you come in?" Wow. What a cute girl. Obviously gets her looks from her mother, except for the blonde hair. No wonder the walk looked familiar. But, now what does she want?

I stood up as she entered the office. I walked around and shut the door behind her. As I turned towards her, I extended my right hand to shake hers. She responded.

"I'm glad to meet you, Mr. Pheury. I know of your reputation."

"So, Miss Armacost, what can I do for you?"

"I know you met my mother this morning. I was just wondering what you talked about."

"Your mother?" I tried to act coy. "I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage. Who is your mother?"

"Teresa Armacost. The woman you had lunch with at Murphy's."

Oh, boy. How am I going to get out of this one? "The woman I had lunch with at Murphy's name was Jones." How did I miss this?

"Jones? Mr. Pheury. That was Teresa Armacost. My mother. The wife of Benjamin Armacost, the attorney."

"It was???" I don't know what she's up to, but I better be careful. "She said her name was Jones."

"Jones, Armacost, whatever. Can I ask what you talked about?"

"Sure. We really didn't talk about anything in particular. I didn't even know she was married. Are you sure the women we're talking about are the same?"

"Yes, Mr. Pheury, they're the same."

"I simply went there for lunch, walked in at the same time as her, and asked her to join me. I hate eating alone."

Holly just looked into my eyes trying to psychoanalyze me and my answers. "I don't believe you. My mother doesn't come into this part of town and go to some seedy bar just to have lunch."

"Honey, I don't care if you believe me or not. And Murphy's is not a seedy bar, and there is nothing wrong with this part of town." What a snob. Grows up with the proverbial silver spoon in the mouth and thinks everything is beneath her. Maybe she needs is something more than the silver spoon in her mouth or something even bigger beneath her.

"Well, if you're telling me the truth, I apologize. I'd like to hire you."

Oh oh, this may not be as much fun as I thought it was going to be. "Of course. But what do you want me to investigate?"

"I think my mother thinks my father is having an affair."

"Do you mean Mrs. Jones or Mrs. Armacost?"

"Mrs. Armacost is Mrs. Jones. They are one in the same."

"The lady I had lunch with is your mother?"

"That's what I'm trying to tell you. Her name is Armacost, not Jones."

"Oh! And who is your father?"

"Benjamin Armacost," she replied to me very sharply.

"The lawyer."

"Yes. The lawyer."

"What makes you think he's having an affair?", I asked trying to throw her off.

"He's not having an affair. That's what I'm trying to tell you. She, my mother, thinks, thinks he is having an affair. It's wrecking their marriage."

This might be working. "Okay. This might be a little unusual. Most of the time people hire me to find out IF someone is having an affair. You want to hire me to prove that someone IS NOT having an affair. Is that right?"

"Yes. I mean... I think so." Holly stared at me for a moment. "Mr. Pheury, I'm confused."

"Actually, so am I," I said with a little laughter in my voice. "I don't mean to laugh. This isn't funny, but the expression on your face is sort of ... well..."

"Yeah, I know, I'm funny looking," Holly said in a depressed tone.

"Funny looking? You're not funny looking. You're actually very pretty."

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Mr. Pheury. But don't stop trying." This time she laughed.

Ahh! The ice was breaking. "Look, Holly. Do you mind if I call you Holly?"

"No, so long as I can call you Mick."

"I prefer that. Look, Holly. I could do a little better if I knew what exactly is going on. If your mother thinks your father, her husband, is fooling around, and you don't think so, what can you tell me that may help me prove it?"

"I don't know. Like I said, I'm confused. I love both my parents. But, I don't think he's fooling around on her."

"Maybe she's fooling around on him?"

"No. I don't think that either," she said in a somber voice.

"Are you married? Strictly a professional question."

"No. Not yet. I'm sort of engaged to one of my father's law partners."

"Sort of engaged?"

"Well, if daddy has his way..."

"You don't sound like you want to marry this guy."

"Well, I'm not in love with him. At least not yet. Daddy keeps hoping that it comes to that."

"Okay. I think I understand. Have you been dating him long?"

"As a matter of fact, I don't even call what we've done dating. A couple of ball games. A couple of parties."

"Oh, I see. How old are you? If you don't mind me asking."

"I'm 22. Why?"

"Well, two reasons. First, my fee is determined by how much my client can afford."

"And the second?"

"I was curious."

"Oh! I guess that's okay. Mick, I can afford you. My father still gives me quite an allowance. As long as I stay in school, I really don't have to work."

She smiled at me. "So, what do I do if I find out your father is having an affair?"

"I don't know. I guess I'd have to be the one to confront him."

"What about your brother? How does he feel?" Oops! Shit, I screwed up on that.

"I don't think he cares one way or the other. He only cares about himself. He's a snob."

Maybe she didn't pick up on it. I thought for sure she was going to ask me one question, how'd I know she had a brother? "I see."

I acted as if I was writing down some notes. "And where is your father's office?"

"It's on the 12th floor of 101 South Main, downtown."

"Does he hang out anywhere? Country clubs, bars?"

"No, not really. Wait a minute. He does kind of hang out at the country club. He plays a lot of golf."

"How often does he drink? Or does he?"

Holly got a big grin. "Yeah, he drinks. I don't mean too much. But he drinks. I can't remember the last time I saw him drunk, but I've seen him drink."

"What about your mother? Does she?"

"Oh yeah. More than daddy. When they go out, dad usually drives. So mom can live it up, and usually does."

Hmm, so Teresa is a party animal. "I see."

"I don't mean she's a wild woman or anything," she added, "but mom does like getting a little... blitzed once in a while. I've heard my father make comments about her becoming a slut when she drinks. I didn't particularly like that, but I guess he'd have his reasons."

"Have you ever known of her to fool around on him or where he had reason to believe she actually was?"

"No. Frankly Mick, I've never seen my mother drunk outside the house. I don't know how much she drinks when they're out, but around the house she likes to. They are actually having a little get together this Friday night."

"What do you call a little get together?"

"Oh, about 50 people. A few of them, probably 10 or so, will usually be there for dinner and then the party will start around 8."

"Mostly friends of your father's I take it?"

"Friends, clients, other attorneys. You know."

"Okay. Well look Holly, I will look into this and let you know." I slid my pad of paper over in front of her. "Can you give me your phone numbers so I can get in touch with you?"

"Sure. I'm finishing up college this year, so I spend a lot of time there and studying, so my cell phone is the best bet."

"Okay, that's fine. Also, just in case you hear about it first, if your father goes out somewhere unexpected or suddenly, give me a call."

"Do you really think he may be fooling around on my mother. I mean, he has so much to lose if something like that went public."

"Holly, don't be so naïve. Today, it's almost fashionable to have an affair. You have to remember, in most cases, publicity is publicity. It doesn't matter whether it is good or bad."

Holly thought about what I said. "Speaking of rates... What do you charge for a case?"

"Normally, my rate on something like this is 300 dollars a day, plus expenses..."

Before I could finish, Holly interjected, "Is that all? That's very reasonable."

"Okay." I couldn't help but agree to her agreeing.

"Do I get a daily report?"

"A daily report? Of course."

"I saw that somewhere in an old movie, that's why I had to ask."

"Of course. I'll call you daily to let you know where it stands." 

I stood up and held Holly's hand as she lifted out of the chair. I walked over to the door and opened it for her and let her go through the door first.

"Thank you Mr. Pheury, I mean Mick. I really appreciate you looking into this."

"It's my pleasure. By the way, what is it about your father's flunky you don't like, what's he older?"

"Oh, he's older, but that's not it. I actually like older men. The main thing, I guess, he's wimpy. I want a real man. I don't care how much, or little, he makes."

"Wimpy? All attorneys are wimps."

"Yeah, I agree. Just don't tell my father I said that."

I watched her wiggle out the door. Man! What a walk. I went back to my window and watched her walk down the street. Not necessarily to watch her walk, even though that worked too, but I was hoping to get a glimpse of the type of car she drives. I screwed up this morning by not picking up on her tailing her mother. I didn't want to do that again.

So, Friday night might give me a little insight into the way the Armacosts live. But without actually being invited, I wasn't sure how I would see what goes on.

As Holly walked down the street, I watched. She went into a parking garage just down the street. Now all I had to do is watch the exit. This garage only has one exit this time of day. Around 4, they open up the back exit to alleviate some of the rush hour departures. About 5 minutes after Holly entered, a bright red Corvette convertible pulled out from the garage. Sure enough, as it went past, Holly was driving. "So that's the Vette Teresa was talking about."

I sat down at my desk and started to figure out how I was going to handle this case. So far, I have a wife who thinks her husband is cheating on her, a daughter who thinks her mother thinks her father is having an affair, and a private detective that has to work under the covers, ahh... under cover that is, to find out if the husband is having an affair or not and if so, with who. 



Mick the Dick Ch. 04



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Chapter 4

I had to give up my parking spot in front of the building. Damn! I wanted to get downtown before the evening rush started. I found a parking spot with about 45 minutes left on the meter. "Thank you very much, whoever the nice person was who put extra in so I wouldn't have to." It was about a block away from 101 South Main Street. Being almost 3:20, that gave me plenty of time before the meter maids came around and ticketed me. Of course I also had to remember that you can't park on this street from 4 to 6 pm for the evening rush hour, and they'll tow you faster than ticket you. After all, this was downtown. They need to make money somehow.

The Armacost Building is one of the newest and taller buildings downtown. Pretty nice to be able to build a high-rise office building, put your name on it, and make millions off the rent. Just about every big law firm in this portion of the state has an office in it. It makes you wonder if what you pay to be represented in court is worth it. Taking dirty money for getting the drug dealers and murderers off and suing doctors who really and truly tried to correct something God planned, well… Let's just leave it with saying there are many more honorable professions. 

I know what you're thinking, "he just doesn't like lawyers". You know something? You're right. I've watched lawyers, shysters, play games with our legal system just to make a buck. Making sure a client's rights weren't violated is one thing, but to attack the police officer, make up lies, and try to "trip up" the witnesses and victims of the crimes just so their client has to pay them is the most foulest of ethics. The sad part is that it's allowed. Why is the crime rate so high? How do we reduce it? Shakespeare said it best; "Let's start by killing all the lawyers."

I went into the lobby. On the one wall was a huge painting of Benjamin Armacost. If his Johnson was as big as his ego maybe the Mrs. wouldn't be worried about him cheating. I looked at the directory. "So and So, Esquire, Attorney at Law" this and The Law Firm of "Dewey, Cheatem, and Howe" that. Oh yes, the preferred law firm of politicians everywhere; "Finer, Winer, Dicker, & Dunker". Oh what a fine group of people. I think I started breaking out in a rash.

I was so enthralled in reading the "Who's Who of Corrupting Our Legal System" that I didn't even notice the security guard that walked up behind me. "Can I help you find someone?"

I must have jumped a foot. "Yes, I'm looking for an attorney, Mr. Smith." How original, right?

"John, William, Robert or Joseph?"

I remembered seeing Smiths on the list. Being a quick thinker, "Bob, oh I guess that would be Robert."

"That would be the tenth floor."

"Thank you very much." With his implied consent to proceed, I started to the elevators. Just in case he was watching the numbers indicating which floor the elevator stopped at, I made a couple of stops along the way. Fourth, sixth, ninth, and finally the tenth. I got off the elevator for a few minutes and looked around at the names on the offices. I didn't see anything that obviously looked like a camera, but I didn't want to take any chances. I came across Robert Smith's office. It didn't look like anyone was in. The door was locked and the lights were off. "Oh well, I guess I have to stop back later."

I went to the 12th floor. When the elevator doors opened, the entire floor was Armacost's firm. A huge reception desk with two receptionists was right in front of me. Not wanting to draw attention to myself, I didn't even get off the elevator. I just stayed put and waited for the doors to close, just as if I had made a mistake of getting on an up elevator several floors below. It happens all the time.

Okay, so now I knew where the office was. I had a few minutes to spare so I checked the outside of the building. It has an entrance for the underground garage. It looked like the kind that only the tenants can access with separate roll-up gates for the entrance and exit. It has the little access card reader and cameras. "So somebody does watch who comes and goes." I went back to my truck with about two minutes to spare.

I called Carla on the cell to tell her I wasn't coming back and to see if there were any messages. There weren't any. I also told her I would be stopping by Murphy's around 6 in case she wanted to stop by after she locked up the office. She was non-committal as usual, which meant she'd be stopping by.

I found a parking spot on one of the smaller side streets near the garage entrance to Armacost's building. I sat there for a while waiting to see what time he leaves and maybe follow him home. I didn't have to wait long before a black Lincoln pulled out. It was around 4:30. He drove past me and I could see it was Benjamin Armacost. The painting in the lobby of his office building did him justice. Of course, I've seen his photo in newspapers and on TV.

I gave him a couple hundred feet head start and then pulled out behind him. There was only one car between us. He made a left two blocks down which allowed a few more cars to get between us. One of the reasons I like using a sport utility as a surveillance vehicle; it sits up higher than the majority of the cars on the road.

He headed towards the freeway, "looks like he's heading home". I followed him onto the onramp and he bolted out across three lanes of traffic into the fast lane. "Timing is everything." His move gave me a few more cars in-between us than I normally liked, but I would close that gap once we got out of downtown. Traffic was, as with most cities, bumper to bumper and slow. 

As we headed out of town, I was able to get some of the cars out of the way and had a good clean shot at the black Lincoln. I knew where Armacost lives so that wouldn't be a problem. A good private dick always knows the area in which he works. I've been to Armacost's neck of the woods on several dates. None of which were related directly to him.

We were up to a little over the speed limit by the time we got out of the city limits and I had been able to close the gap to within about a half dozen cars or so. "Ahh, that's more comfortable." I tried to stay in the middle lane while Armacost stayed in the left lane. I didn't want to stay directly behind him just to keep him from seeing the same vehicle the same distance back from him for the same distance. I kept letting cars move between us so the distance changed.

Armacost has the choice of two different exits he can use. We passed the first one, which leads to a more heavily used road than the second. The highway we were on narrows from three to two lanes after that exit. I stayed in the center lane, which becomes the right lane. Armacost moved from the left lane into the right about 6 cars in front of me. As we approached the next exit he signaled and moved to the exit lane. I followed, taking the ramp a little slower, giving his some room. None of the cars between us took the exit, so he was now directly in front of me. I gave him plenty of room. 

When I got to the top of the ramp, the Lincoln was gone. I pulled just past the stop sign and caught a glimpse of it to my right, which is the way he would go to his house. I followed and picked up my speed a little, just barely gaining on him. As we came up on the entrance to the rather exclusive neighborhood he signaled his left turn and stopped for the on coming traffic. It was a pretty good string of cars, so I pulled into a gas station just behind where he had stopped. I watched him make his left when the traffic cleared. I scooted out of the driveway and made my left a short distance behind him. I was far enough back that I don't think he noticed that it was the same truck that had been behind him. I turned on my driving lights just to give him a different set of lights behind him.

As I expected, he pulled into his driveway, a long looping driveway leading to the stone and brick, for lack of a better term, mansion. I casually drove past. I went up the street a little further banging a u-turn and heading back past. I noticed the silver Benz convertible sitting in front of the front entrance. The black Lincoln had just made it to the garage. "Geez," I thought to myself as I looked at the clock, "it's almost 5:15. It took almost 45 minutes to make the trek from downtown out here. That means, I will just about make it to Murphy's by 6."

I pushed down on the accelerator just a little more as I thought about Carla sitting at the bar waiting for me all alone. "Not!" What I really worried about were all of the hot shots that go to Murphy's for happy hour and may just convince her to go somewhere else with them.

I made good time once I hit the freeway. Going opposite traffic from downtown made quite a difference. I made it to Murphy's before 6, found a spot just around the corner, and went in to my usual semi-reserved seat at the far end of the bar. I got the customary kiss and hug from Sylvia as she passed by. 

At about 6:15, Carla entered and made her way through the crowd of wide-eyed, gaping mouthed suits just hoping she'd stop a little closer to them. She gave each one a courtesy smile as she continued to my side. Frankly, I'd have known she entered even if I hadn't seen her come in. 

Most of the guys in Murphy's are the same guys who stop there every night after work. Every night Carla decides to stop by, she gets the same welcome; silence. Most of the guys are married and Carla lets it known she will have nothing to do with married men. Besides, most of them know me. And I've put the word out that any of them caught trying to hit on my secretary wouldn't have to deal with me, they'd have to deal with their wives. When they'd get home busted up from me they'd have to explain why. When their explanation didn't agree with the proof I'd send them later, they'd get busted up again, by the wife.

"Hiya, Boss!", as she gave me a little kiss on the cheek.

"Schweetheart. Everything go okay?"

"Oh yeah. Fine. Just fine."

Carla loves dressing up for Murphy's. For example, today at the office she wore blue jeans, a white polo shirt, and a jean cut-off vest. Although being a city slicker, she liked western styled clothing, so she had on a pair of cowboy, or cowgirl in this case, boots. Now, she had changed into a black lace blouse with a black tube top under it, a black jean skirt, black stockings, and a pair of black platform heels. Her just below shoulder length auburn hair was in a pony tail all day, yet now, she was wearing it down. She wore a string of pearls around her neck, and a matching bracelet. She had on dark eye make-up which accentuated her blue eyes. Of course, nobody else in the place knew they were contacts. They thought they are as real as her boobs, which are real. All 36D of them. Class, with just the right touch of slut.

We had a couple of drinks, my bourbon with a beer chaser, and her tequila, straight up. 

"Hungry?", I asked Carla.

"A little.", She replied, but then leaned over a little closer to my ear, "But I'm more horny than anything."

I was a little stunned, not much, but a little. Over the last 4 years she has worked for me, Carla and I have become very close. Very close. Even when it comes to sex. Yeah, yeah, I know. A boss should never get involved with his secretary. But in my line of work, having a secretary you can trust and one that can trust you can build into a strong personal relationship. For some reason or another we have really enjoyed each other over the last six months. 

"Really? And what would you like me to do about that?"

"How about taking me home and fucking my brains out all night long?" Carla slid her hand down to my crotch, grabbed my cock, and squeezed it.

"Can I check with my secretary on that? I just have to make sure my schedule is open."

Carla picked up her cell phone and dialed a number. My cell phone immediately rang. "Yes," I answered.

"Boss, your fucking schedule is clear for the rest of the night." Carla smiled at me as she hit the end button. Then she licked her lips with an evil grin.

I smiled back. My dick immediately got hard as a rock. "My secretary says my schedule is clear. Shall we go?"

I didn't have to ask twice. Carla downed the remaining tequila and grabbed my hand. I threw $25 on the bar and motioned to Murph I was paying up. He just nodded and smiled. Sylvia gave me a hug as I reached the door. She smiled at Carla, "Don't wear that thing out."

"Not a chance." Carla said as she continued out the door.



Mick the Dick Ch. 05



©2005 All Rights Reserved

*

"Where are you parked?" I asked her as we got to the sidewalk.

"Right across from you."

"That's convenient."

Carla spun me around, wrapped her arms around my neck, and lip locked my like her life depended on it. I hadn't made out on a street corner since high school.

"God, Mick. I could do you right here."

"That might not be a good idea." I motioned to one of the city's finest sitting at the red light across the street. "Besides, I'm getting too old for this. I prefer a nice soft bed."

"How about a sofa?" she asked winking.

"Or a sofa. Sofas are okay."

"How about a sofa and a bed?"

"That's even better. Wow! What got into you tonight?"

"Nothing yet, but I'm hoping you take care of that."

"Always take care of your employees, I always say." I walked her to her car and then went to mine. By the time I got in and started mine, Carla had driven to the next corner, made a u-turn, and was waiting for me to pull out behind her.

Carla lives in an apartment building, not too far from the office. She has a very nice, 3rd floor studio apartment in what used to be a warehouse. She had taken it as a student at the college. Her mommy and daddy have some money and didn't want their darling little girl living on campus. She ended up taking this place with two other girls. After graduation, two years ago, she decided to keep it by herself. It's a lot of room for the price. The place never really took off the way the developer hoped so they kept the rent rather reasonable. Most of the tenants are artists.

The lower level of the old warehouse was converted into a private parking lot with a couple of little shops in the front. It makes it very convenient for the tenants and their guests. Especially when it comes to the pizza shop that delivers.

Carla lives in an apartment building, not too far from the office. She has a very nice, 3rd floor studio apartment in what used to be a warehouse. She had taken it as a student at the college. Her mommy and daddy have some money and didn't want their darling little girl living on campus. She ended up taking this place with two other girls. After graduation, two years ago, she decided to keep it by herself. It's a lot of room for the price. The place never really took off the way the developer hoped so they kept the rent rather reasonable. Most of the tenants are artists or students.

The lower level of the old warehouse was converted into a private parking lot with a couple of little shops in the front. It makes it very convenient for the tenants and their guests. Especially when it comes to the pizza shop that delivers.

I followed Carla into the garage and found a parking space near hers. The apartments have a private entrance from the garage and into a lobby where the stairs and elevators are. The security guard smiled at us. "Good evening. Good evening Carla. Sir."

"Hi, Mark.", Carla returned his courtesy. 

"Hi, Mark. Everything quiet?"

"Yes sir, just fine."

The elevator doors opened. "Have a nice night.", I said as Carla shoved me into the open elevator car."

Once again I found myself lips to lips, tongue to tongue with Carla as she started to unbutton my shirt. The problem was that I was wearing a golf shirt that only has 3 buttons at the neck, and I don't button any of them. By the time the elevator doors opened, Carla had my pants unfastened and my shirt pulled out. Two guys who share one of the other apartments on Carla's floor were waiting for the elevator when the doors opened. I've seen them a couple of times and I was always pretty sure they're gay. They both gasped and then chuckled as we made our way out of the elevator.

"Good evening gentlemen.", I said as we passed them.

"Oh, Bruce! If we did that it would be trolling.", I heard the one say as they got on the elevator.

Carla fumbled with her keys and finally found the one for the locks. She actually has the regular lock and two dead bolt locks that I had a friend of mine, who's a locksmith, key alike. Carla unlocked the door and dragged me into the apartment. She closed and locked the door behind us. There were only a couple of night lights on, but the room was well lit by the moon shining though the glass skylights in the roof.

Carla unbuttoned her blouse and slid out of her skirt. Like I said, she has a body. She looked like a model in one of the high class lingerie catalogs. She pulled the tube top over her head, exposing those luscious natural tits. I was undressing as fast as I could. I had slipped off my sport coat and laid it over a chair. I slid my piece, I mean my .45, out of the holster and laid it on the sport coat. I laid my pants on top of it. She walked over to me, still in her black lace garter, stockings, and heels. She didn't need to coax me into getting my dick hard. It was fully erect. 

"Mick," she said as she kissed me, "I want you to eat me. Eat me like you did the first time."

I wasn't about to spoil the moment by acting stupid, but I couldn't remember what was so special about the first time." The first time we had fooled around wasn't too long after she had started working part time for me. She asked me to go to a party some of her friends in college were having. Afterwards, we ended up at my house and I ate her. I'm not positive, but it may have been the first time she had her pussy eaten, at least to orgasm. She has loved me ever since. I actually feel honored that I think I am the only guy she has had sex with and yet has never mentioned marriage.

Even though I can count the number of times we have fucked on one hand, we have had oral sex relatively often. She loves giving blow jobs, and even swallows, and I love eating her pussy. She really enjoys having her pussy licked while I finger fuck her and goes especially nuts when I slide my tongue inside her as she orgasms.

Carla's nipples were erect, and being the room was nice and warm, I knew it wasn't that she was cold. I picked her up and carried her over to the big rug she has in her living room, or whatever you call the living room area of a loft apartment. 

"Turn the fireplace on.", she asked as I laid her on the rug. Each of the apartments has a gas powered fireplace. They're not too efficient as far as heating goes, but they do add atmosphere. I turned it on and turned the flame up so we could see it and then walked back over to her. 

As I knelt down, Carla pulled my cock over to her and kissed it. She slid it into her mouth. After several cycles, I pulled away from her and laid down on the rug next to her. I pulled her on top of me in the 69 position. As she straddled my face, she slowly lowered her pussy to my face. I licked her clit rapidly in little pulses. She purred as the first shivers of excitement raced through her body. She once again took my cock in her mouth. The harder I pressed my tongue against her clit, the deeper she would take my cock in her mouth. She came furiously as I continued to lick her pussy hard. She shook violently almost crushing my head between her thighs. I thought she was going to swallow my cock. 

After her orgasm subsided she raised off of me, turned around facing me as she straddled my hips, and then slowly lowered herself over my cock. She reached down with her one hand and guided it into her soaking wet pussy. 

"Mick, I want to feel you inside me. I want to fuck you so bad!"

She was so hot that it felt as though my cock was being slid into an oven. Ever so slowly she continued to lower herself until she had my entire shaft inside her. She rolled her hips for a while, getting every inch of my cock as far inside her as possible. Then she raised off of me and back down again. She continued doing this until her legs could take no more. She had another orgasm and collapsed on top of me, shoving my cock hard inside her causing her orgasm to be even more intense. She rubbed her clit against my pelvis causing another orgasm.

Carla rolled over latching onto me, so I rolled with her. I ended up on top of her. "Fuck me, Mick. Fuck me hard. Make me cum again."

I began fucking her, slowly at first, taking long deep thrusts. Carla raised her legs up over my shoulders so her butt was off the ground. I kept thrusting my cock in and out of her pussy gradually picking up speed. "That's it Mick, harder! Faster!"

I could feel my cock filling with sperm. It felt like a water balloon just before it bursts. "Carla, Honey! I'm almost there."

"Oh Mick, cum inside me. Please cum inside me. I want to feel your cum."

"Are you sure you're safe."

"Oh yes! Yes! Do it! Do it! Do it! Oh god yes! Give it to me!"

Carla began to orgasm, even more furiously than before. Her body convulsed as she thrust her hips upward to meet my downward thrusts. My cock exploded, spewing its hot load of cum deep inside her. Carla continued to drive my cock deeper and deeper inside her as she locked her legs around my waist and then my thighs. Our pelvises met on several thrusts. I knew we would both be sore, but what the fuck. No let me rephrase that, what a fuck.

I just laid on top of her for a few minutes with her legs and arms wrapped around me. Then taking mercy upon her, I rolled off of her and onto my back. Carla immediately rolled back on top of me and tried to put my cock back inside her.

"Wo wo wo! Give me a few minutes there sweetheart. I'm not 18 any more." Shit, if I'd have gotten fucked like that when I was 18, I'd be dead by now.

"What's the matter daddy, little girl too much for you?" Carla asked with a chuckle.

"You're insatiable. But don't change on my account."

Carla crawled off on me and stood up. Even after all of that, she still looked great. Her stockings were still up, her hair was a mess, but she stilled looked fantastic.

"You hungry?" she asked as she walked towards the kitchen. "I am."

"Yeah! I could go for something."

"Pizza?"

"Yeah, the place downstairs still open? It should be. It's only nine."

Damn! I must be getting old. We'd only been fucking for a little over an hour. It seemed like it should have been midnight.

Carla picked up the phone and ordered one of their large pepperoni, sausage, green pepper, and onion pizzas. God I hate having a woman know everything I like, especially with not being married to her. 

"They'll be here in about 20 minutes. Here, catch." She tossed a can of beer to me. "I'll be right back. I have to clean up a little." She took her one finger and scooped up some of the cum running down the inside of her thigh. Looking at me, she lifted the finger to her mouth and licked the sticky white glob from it, smiling wickedly as she did. 

"Mmmm! I wonder if they can add some of that to the pizza."

"Ahh! If you wouldn't mind, just get it on your half."

"How about if you just add it when it gets here?"

"We can do that."

She cupped her one hand between her legs and shimmied towards the bathroom. I could barely move. I finally gained enough strength to stand up. 

"Here! These should fit." Carla tossed me a pair of gym shorts. Bright pink satin gym shorts with white trim. I'd have rather run around naked, but being she went to the trouble.

About 20 minutes later, the security guard in the lobby called to say the pizza guy was on his way up. I love prompt people. Carla was still cleaning up when the door bell rang. I had already pulled money from my pants, which were now folded neatly on one of the chairs. When I opened the door, this cute little redhead was standing there with the pizza and a 2 liter bottle of Coke.

"Good eve... Oops! I mean good evening. Here's your pizza. That'll be fifteen ninety-five."

I saw her looking at the shorts, of course my still partially hard cock was catching her eye. "Here you go," I handed her a twenty and took the pizza box and bottle, "keep the change."

She was just staring at my cock through the pink satin. "What?!? Don't think pink is my color?"

"Huh? Oh! What was that?" she asked, still in shock.

"I asked, you don't think pink is my color?"

She looked right in my eyes, "Oh, no sir. Pink is just right for you." She smiled as she turned and walked away. I was still smiling in the doorway when she remembered I just gave her a nice tip for bringing a pizza upstairs. "Oh! Thank you sir. Have a nice night."

I just snickered and turned back inside the apartment. Carla was standing there. She smacked me lightly across the cheek. "After what we just finished doing, I turn my back for a minute and your flirting with a fifteen year old pizza delivery girl."

"Yeah! And your point is?"

We both stood there laughing. Carla took the bottle of Coke and we went into the kitchen. Carla had on the same black lingerie on, except that she had slipped back into the black lace blouse she had been wearing. Tonight, this girl could do no wrong.  

"Mick. I know when we do this it is just cheap, meaningless sex, right?"

"Well, I guess so. I mean... I'm not sure what you mean. What do you mean?"

"I've been thinking. I really have to ask you something. I hope you don't get the wrong idea."

Oh oh! Here it comes. "Wrong idea? What's the question?"

"Well... Honestly, how do you feel about me? I mean... Well... How do you feel about me?"

Oh oh! "How do you mean... like... gulp! do I love you? Do I like you? How do you mean?"

"Never mind. I shouldn't have asked. I'm sorry. I always screw up. I try to be mature and then I fall right back into being a teenager again. It's just that... well... I just feel like..."

"I know. You feel like you're getting older and... I'm just leading you on..."

"No! It's not that at all. It's just that... Mick, I think I'm falling in love with you! I mean madly, madly in love with you. I know, I know! Now you'll probably fire me and I'll never see you again..."

I couldn't help but crack up laughing. "Carla, Honey. I'm not going to fire you. Frankly, I'm very happy. A little confused, but happy. I'm actually honored to..."

"Fuck your honored... I'm sorry Mick. I didn't mean that. I'm just really serious about this."

"Okay. But I am happy you feel that way."

"I'm sorry Mick, but I just... I don't know how to put it. You're the first guy I have really fallen in love with. I can never do things right. You're my boss. You're old enough to be my father."

"And the problem is?"

"I know you don't want to be tied down to just one girl again. I know about your wife and all that."

"Carla, I'm just not ready to get married again. At least not yet."

"Married??? I'm not asking you to marry me."

"You're not?" Now I'm confused.

"Hell no! I don't want to get married, at least not yet. I just want to know that I mean more to you than just a secretary."

"Just a secretary? Carla, Honey, you know you mean more to me than just being my secretary."

"When I was in high school, I had a crush on this guy in my class. I thought he was so cute. We dated for a while and I would never go all the way with him. I was brought up to "save myself" for the right guy. He wanted to get laid, not just date. He ended up dumping me for the biggest slut in the class. That broke my heart and I've been very leery of guys since."

"Carla, I'm not just using you."

"I know that, Mick. I know. Shit! If anything, I feel like I've been using you. But I just don't want to get my heart broken again."

"Do you mean you've only been in love once?"

"No, that was the first time. I thought I was in love a few times, but I guess I'm afraid of falling in love. Each time I've gotten hurt. I even fell in love with my older sister's boyfriend. They're married now. I was her maid of honor. I cried the whole day and she thought it was because of losing her as a sister."

"I take it her boyfriend didn't know."

"Oh, I think he knew. He used to flirt with me and stuff, but I think he just looked at me as a kid. Mick, I just don't want to get led on and hurt any more."

"So, what? Do you want to break things off before they get started?"

"Is there a chance things will get started?"

"Carla, I think they already have." I walked over to her and put my hands on her shoulders. "I'm a little rusty at this, but I think I could fall for you too. That is, if you don't think I'm too old."

"Mick," she pulled me closer and kissed me hard, "I don't think you're too old. I think you're just right."

"How long has this been getting to you?"

"A while now. Since we went to that conference at the ocean. You know, we spent that whole week together and it was almost like we were married."

Damn, I told you I was getting old. I almost forgot about that week. Okay, so maybe I can count the times we've fucked on two hands. "That was a nice time." But geez, that was almost 6 months ago. She'd been keeping this quiet for that long?

"Mick, I just want you to be honest with me. If something comes up, I want you to tell me about it."

"You mean, like a woman?"

"Yeah! Exactly. And if I start getting pushy or not giving you your space, I want you to tell me."

"Oh, you can bet on that." One thing I have always liked is my little bit of free space.

"And if someone comes into my life, I'll let you know, even though I'm not exactly looking."

"Honey, I appreciate all of this, but why are you bringing this all out now?"

"I just want to. I've been holding this in for so long now. It's been getting to me."

"Well, I'm glad you got it off your chest. I'm actually very glad to know that it wasn't just cheap meaningless sex after all."

We cuddled up on the sofa and watched the end of a movie. She scratched my back almost the entire time. That was something I've enjoyed since I was a kid. That was something my ex used to do when we were dating. Funny, after we got married, she stopped doing that. One more reason not to marry Carla. Hee hee!

Carla dozed off towards the end of the movie and I just let her sleep while I watched the end. Afterwards, I carried her into the bedroom and tucked her in. Trying not to wake her.

As I snuck away, "Hey, where are you going?"

"I guess home."

"Home? It's late. Why don't you just stay here?" She pulled the blanket down and tapped the bed next to her.

"You sure?"

"Yeah! I'm sure. Besides, you're supposed to take my stockings and garters off before you put me in bed."

I took her stockings off and unhooked her garter. Then I crawled in bed next to her and she curled up against me. "Mick, I hope I didn't scare you."

"Scare me? It'll take a whole lot more than that to scare me."

"I sure hope I didn't. I just felt you would want to know the truth."

"I do. I do." I better watch those words.

Of course, we fucked one more time before we went to sleep. Although the first time was more fun, the second time was more like... well... making love. 



Mick the Dick Ch. 06



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In the morning I woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs and fresh brewed coffee. I sat up in bed, stretched, and slid out onto my feet. It was one of the most restful nights I'd had since... since I was first married. I put on the pink gym shorts and walked into the kitchen. 

"Well, good morning, Boss. Did you sleep okay? I hope you like them scrambled. Those shorts do look good on you." Carla gave me a little wolf whistle.

Carla was wearing my golf shirt. That did look good on her. "I slept great. Scrambled is fine." Damn! Bacon, eggs, toast, orange juice, coffee. I hadn't had someone fix me a breakfast like this since... since I was married. I better stop making these comparisons before I find myself hitched again.

"There's your coffee, blonde and sweet."

"Just like you." Oh shit! I started that sweet talking, man in love crap. I better drink the coffee and make sure I'm awake before I get myself in deep do do.

"I'll bet you not all bosses have secretaries that fix them breakfast."

"Oh, you can bet on that one. You didn't have to go through all of this."

"All of what? I usually fix myself breakfast every morning. It takes just as long to fix 2 helpings. Shut up and eat." She slid a plate in front of me.

We ate breakfast and didn't even talk about the conversation the night before. Instead she asked me to tell her about the Armacost case. I told her how I followed him home yesterday with no detours. "Being neither Mrs. Armacost nor Holly called to say he was going out, I take it he stayed home." The way last night transpired, I'm glad he did.

After we ate, Carla got ready to take her shower and get ready for work. I gave her a kiss and told her I'd see her at the office. "You know, last night was terrific. I mean, you were terrific."

Carla gave me a big grin, "Yeah? So were you... for an older guy."

"When did you say you were looking for that new job?" I laughed.

"I'm just kidding, just kidding! I couldn't find a better boss." She gave me a big hug and kiss. "I just want you to know, that was the first time I've slept with a man."

I just looked at her waiting for the punch line.

"Oh, I've been to bed with men, a couple, but that's the first time I ever slept with one."

I held my hand out like a correspondent holding a microphone, "And, Carla, the world is just waiting to see what you thought of it."

She actually blushed, "I liked it. I couldn't help but cuddle up with you all night. It was so comfortable." It was the first time I heard her giggle. "It was like sleeping with a big teddy bear."

"Don't let that get out. It could ruin my reputation as a bad ass."

Carla kissed me as she headed into the bathroom to take her shower. I locked the door behind me on the way out. I was heading to my place to take care of the 3 S's and change my clothes. I live about a half hour away from the office, just far enough away from the city to be nice, but close enough to be convenient.

I made pretty good time getting home, being it was opposite the rush hour traffic coming into town. I took care of my morning business, showered, and shaved. I finally woke up enough to get only Carla out of my mind and start thinking about other matters at hand, Armacost.

I started driving back into the city thinking about the who, what, when, where and why of the case. And I had to do it from three angles, not just two. I had this daughter to do, I mean think about. "See, it didn't take long for Carla to slip from my mind."

I was also thinking about Friday night, the dinner and how I was going to get close enough to see what was going on. Driving down the road I was passed by a limousine. That's when it dawned me. "Big party, big shots, big cars." "I'll just bet somebody is renting a limo to go to this party."

I didn't get my parking space in front of the building, but it wasn't too far down the street. As I was walking up the street towards the office, I passed by the gift shop, greeting card store in the same block. In the window was this teddy bear. It was a "bad ass" looking teddy bear in a sheriff's outfit. "I just have to get it for her." Oops! Guess who was back on my mind.

I went into the store and told the little old lady behind the counter I wanted it. "That's a pretty tough looking teddy bear. I wouldn't want to tangle with him."

"Oh, your daughter will just love it?"

"I don't have a daughter."

"Oh, your wife?"

"Just ring it up." Then I had a flashback of the Village People and the guy dressed up like a cowboy. Just to make sure she didn't get the wrong idea, "It's for my secretary. She likes bears."

"Oh! You're such a nice boss. I wish my boss was that nice."

Under my breath, "Keep wishing lady. You don't know the half of it."

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear that. What did you say?"

"Nothing. I was mumbling to myself."

When I walked into the office Carla looked up at me, "Good morning sir, Welcome to the Mick Pheury Private Detective Agency. Can I help you?"

"Yes you can. You can do some work and stop goofing off." I tossed the bag to her.

Carla caught it and opened it. "Oh, isn't he the cutest thing. He looks just like you."

I didn't need to hear that. "No he... it doesn't."

"He even has the mustache." 

I hadn't even noticed that. Okay, so it did a little. Carla got up and walked over to me and gave me a hug. "Thanks Mick. I love him. Can I keep him on the shelf behind my desk?"

"He's yours. You can keep him anywhere you want."

Carla went over to the credenza behind her desk and sat the bear on top.

"By the way, there's a message for you on the answering machine. Holly Armacost."

"Okay. Must not be too important, she has my cell phone number."

I went into my office and listened to the message. When Holly got home from school last night, around 9, she looked for her father, but he wasn't around. Her mother was there and said she didn't know where he was. His cars were all there, but she couldn't find him. Around 11 he came in the back door, which according to Holly, he seldom does. Her mother had no idea where he was and Holly didn't hear any car drop him off. When she asked him where he had been, he told her he was working on something in the garage. She knew he wasn't in the garage because she checked.

This was interesting. Now the daughter thinks something is up. I called her on her cell phone. 

"Hello Mr. Pheury." Isn't caller ID great?

"Hi Holly. I got your message."

"Do you believe it? He has never lied to me before."

"Maybe you just have never caught him."

"That's what I'm beginning to think."

"Holly, are you sure you checked everywhere he could have been?"

"Yes, I'm sure. He was nowhere in this house."

"What about at a neighbor's?"

"No. He hates our next door neighbors. Well, the one we don't know too much, the other one, well... they're always calling the cops on each other."

"For what?"

"Oh, all kinds of stuff. Blowing leaves on each others lawns, cutting the grass on the other persons property. Playing music too loud when they have parties. They've been doing it for years." 

"How does your mother and his wife get along?"

"I don't really know. The lady always says hi to me. But for that matter, so does the man. They both seem really nice, but my father hates them. I don't know why. I think it's one of those stupid lawyer things."

"Do you know their name?"

"I think it's Schmidt. My father always refers to him as Schmidthead."

I liked the humor in that. "Do you know what he does?"

"Yeah. He's an attorney. Just like my dad. I think he has an office in my father's building. My dad's sneaking around for some reason or another. We have to find out why."

"I agree. Where are you now?"

"On my way to class."

"Okay, be careful and I'll talk to you later."

"Okay, Mick. Oh! Umm, Mick, can we have a drink after you get off this afternoon? Just to talk about the case."

"Sure. What time do you finish classes?"

"I'll be done around 3, but I wanted to do a little research in the library. How about around 6?"

"That will be fine. Where would you like to meet?"

"How about Murphy's?"

"No!" I didn't want to take any chances. "I mean, how about something downtown?"

"Okay, how about the sports bar down the street from my father's building?"

"Yeah, that will be good. Maybe there'll be a game on."

"Okay, I'll see you at 6? You can give me my daily briefing then."

"I'll be there. See you then."

I hug up the phone and looked up at the door. Carla was standing there staring at me.

"What?" I didn't know if it was the guilts or what. Why should I feel guilty? Man, I better get out of this frame of mind about her.

"Meeting Holly after work?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"No reason. I was just asking. I thought that is what I heard you say."

Oh boy! The guilts were setting in. "I have to talk to her about this case. I told her I'd give her a daily report..."

"Mick! You don't have to explain. You're the boss. I just like keeping tabs on you in case something happens."

"I know. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to jump at you."

Carla smiled at me as she turned and walked back to her desk. Either she really is that "cool" or she knows how to get to me. Of course it could be a little of both.

I picked up the phone book that I had forgotten to put back on Carla's desk. I opened up to the lawyers pages again and looked for a Schmidt in Armacost's building. There were two, luckily both David; Junior and Senior. Room 608. 

All of the sudden it dawned on me. David Schmidt. I knew him when I was on the police department. He was a prosecutor in the District Attorney's Office. He was pretty good. I had a couple of big cases he handled. I had heard that he went into private practice a few years ago and was doing pretty well for himself. I guess he was, living in a neighborhood like Armacost's.

Now it was time to see what Mrs. Armacost had to say about last night. I had to play it safe. If you remember, I didn't tell Mrs. Armacost that Holly had seen us. That's because Holly had hired me too. Ethics? Conflict of interest? Not if I do it right, and I always do it right. It is probably more of an ethics issue if I told each of them that I was hired by the other. After all, clients' identities are privileged information.

It's time to mess with Carla a little too. I stood up from my desk and closed the door between our offices. Then I called Mrs. Armacost. Funny, Carla didn't even look over her shoulder.

"Hello?" Teresa Armacost answered.

"Hi, Teresa. Mick Pheury here."

"Hi Mick. Is something up?"

"No, not really. I told you I'd check in with you daily. Anything happening on your end?"

"Funny you should ask. Last night, Benjamin disappeared for several hours. After dinner, I loaded the dish washer and when I went back into the dining room, Ben was gone."

"Do you have any idea where he went?"

"No, none. Holly came home from school around 9 or so and was looking for him. She said she looked everywhere and he wasn't there. About 11, he came back in the house."

"Maybe he went for a walk."

"Benjamin? Walk. Mick, one thing about Benjamin Armacost, he doesn't walk anywhere, unless he's on a golf course. He actually wants to get a golf cart to ride down to the mailbox."

"Did you hear any cars? Maybe somebody dropped him off."

"No. Even Holly thought of that, but we were both sure he wasn't dropped off."

"Maybe he was in the garage working on something."

"That's what he claimed, but Holly said she checked. To be honest, I checked there too."

"Why do you say, "to be honest"?"

"Mick, Holly's been acting strange. She has always been really close to her father. I think she is doubting my loyalty. She has been very emphatic that she doesn't think his fooling around on me."

"That's not good." At least I know Teresa is being somewhat honest to me. "You don't think she's covering for him, do you?"

"No, I don't think so. I think last night opened her eyes. This morning when she was leaving for school, she kissed me goodbye. She doesn't usually do that. She hasn't kissed me goodbye in the morning like that in years."

"Well, maybe that's a good thing. By the way, you didn't mention to Holly that you've hired me, right?"

"No. Why? I figured when you said nobody should know, that included the kids."

"You were correct. Don't let them know. If anybody ever says they saw us together, just deny that it was planned, we just kind of ran into each other and you didn't know I was a private detective."

"Okay." Teresa sounded puzzled on why I elaborated but agreed not to tell anyone.

"Do you think he may have gone over to one of the neighbors?"

"Ben hates our neighbors. He doesn't even talk to them. David Schmidt, he's another attorney. Ben just hates him for some reason."

"Maybe it's that professional rivalry."

"Maybe. The Schmidts are always nice to me. The say hi. When we're outside together, they talk. But any time Ben is outside with me, they ignore us."

"What about the other neighbors?"

"On the other side of us? I don't even think he knows them. I know I don't. He's some sort of doctor, I believe. I don't even know their name. That's the problem with living in such big houses on such big lots. When it comes to knowing the neighbors, nothing beats an apartment."

"You are probably right."

"Mick, is there any chance he could just be messing with me?"

"Well, that's possible. But I don't think he would do without sex just to mess with you. Have you done anything that would make him want to mess with you?"

"Not that I'm aware of. I mean, I haven't done anything that would upset him. At least nothing that I remember or can think of."

"Teresa, is there any chance he thinks you are fooling around on him?"

"Me? No. Well, I don't think so. Why do you ask that?"

"I'm trying to think of any reason he would be doing this. Any reason. He hasn't accused you of cheating on him, has he?"

"No. I mean, not lately. A few years ago he accused me of having an affair with one of his law partners. But he was way off base."

"Which one of his partners?"

"Oh, I don't think you know him. Richard. He's one of his younger partners. Nice boy, but way too young for me."

"Why would he have thought you were having an affair with him?"

"I don't really know. I think it was because Richard was always sucking up to Ben. If I happened to be there, he'd suck up to me too."

"Well look, keep me posted. I followed him home from the office yesterday. He made no stops. I'll check in with you tomorrow, unless something happens. I have a few things to check up on."

"Okay, Mick. Thanks."

We hung up. I walked over and opened the door again. "What did Mrs. Armacost have to say?"

Damn she's good. "Who?"

"Mrs. Armacost. You know, your client. Or should I say one of your clients."

"Oh, her. Nothing. Nothing new to add."

I could tell Carla knew I was messing with her. She went back to what she was doing.

If I remembered David Schmidt the way I think, it is no wonder he and Armacost don't get along. David was a straight shooter. He never played favorites and would never back down to the big shot attorneys like Armacost. 

I started back to my desk and then realized I was getting hungry. It was going on 11. "Hey, wanna do lunch?"

"Lunch? Together? Who'll get the phone?"

"Put the answering machine on. If it's anybody important, they'll have my cell number."

"Okay, where are we going?"

"How about Mexican?"

"Yee Haw! Let's go!"

I swear this girl had to be an orphan in Texas and got adopted here. I grabbed my brown casual sport coat and slipped it on. Something about walking around the streets with a .45 stuck in your pants that has a tendency to upset some people these days.



Mick the Dick Ch. 07



We locked up the office and went to my truck. I started driving towards downtown. There is one Mexican restaurant in the area that I would consider exceptional. Coincidentally, it only a few blocks from the Armacost Building. "By the way, I have to make a quick little stop on the way. You don't mind do you?"

"You're buying lunch, got me out of the office for an hour or so. Why would I mind?"

I explained my plan to Carla. In essence we were going to have lunch with David Schmidt Sr. He just didn't know it yet.

I pulled into a parking spot just outside the Armacost Building. Come on you can go in with me. Consider it lesson 2 in how to be a private eye.

"Okay, boss."

We got out of the truck, fed the meter, and went inside the building, being careful not to attract the attention of the guard. I didn't want him to recognize me. We went to the elevators and I pressed the up button. We took the elevator to the 6th floor and went to room 608. The sign outside said, Schmidt & Schmidt. We walked inside and were greeted by one of their secretaries. 

"Good morning, can I help you?"

"Yes, my name is Pheury, Mick Pheury." I handed her one of my business cards. "I'm an old friend of David's. Senior. Is he in?"

"Yes he is, Mr. Pheury. Is this business or personal?"

"Personal. I was just in the building, saw the name, and thought I'd stop by and say hi. If he's busy..."

"No, no. I mean, he's always busy, but let me see if he can see you."

She got up from her seat and disappeared in the hallway behind the reception area. A few seconds later she came back out. "Mr. Pheury, Mr. Schmidt said he'll see you." She pointed up the hallway, "Second door on the left."

"Thank you." Carla followed me. As I got to the door I poked my head around the corner. "Pheury, you old son of a gun. How the hell are you?" David Schmidt walked over and shook my hand like we were old high school buddies.

"I've been doing well. This is my sec... assistant, Carla."

Carla held out her right hand and shook Schmidt's hand, "I'm glad to meet you Mr. Schmidt."

"I'm very glad to meet you, Carla." He gave her a good, slow, once-over. "And I'm sure you only hired her for her investigative abilities."

"That's correct. That and she can shoot just as well as me. So don't push it."

"So, how's the P.I. business?"

"It keeps food on the table, the mortgage paid, and gas in the tank."

"Well, who needs anything more?"

"That's for sure. David, I have to talk to you about something, but I need it to be, shall I say, unofficial. Did you have lunch yet?"

"Unofficial, huh? As a matter of fact, I was just getting ready to go out and grab something. I have to be back in court at 2."

"How about Mexican? My treat."

"I love Mexican." David stood up from behind his desk, walked over to the door, and put on his suitcoat. "Let's go."

I looked around the office while David put a few folders back together on his desk. He has several photographs of his wife around the office. She is a very attractive woman. On his desk is one of those glamour photographs you can get done professionally in the malls. I think some folks would consider her a "trophy wife", one you take around with you to show off. She appeared slightly younger than David, but considering their son was old enough to be an attorney...

"Is that your wife, Dave?"

"Yes it is. Stacy. Lovely isn't she?"

"Yes she is, very. She doesn't look old enough to have a son old enough to be an attorney."

"Well, two things come into play with that thought. First, my son is very bright, just like his dad. He went straight through college and passed the bar exam his first time up. The second thing is, she isn't his mother."

"Oh, that explains it."

"Dave is from my first wife. She's an old bat now. I had to trade her in on a newer model." David noticed the strange look he was getting from Carla. "I'm sorry Carla, I didn't mean any offense."

Carla smiled, "Yes you did. But being it was only offensive to your ex-wife, I'll let it go."

The three of us walked out to the reception desk. David told his secretary that he was going out to lunch and would be back before court.

David held the door for Carla and then me. The three of us walked to the elevators and went to the lobby. After we left the building, we walked past my truck and I put a couple more quarters in the meter, just to give us a little extra time.

"David, what I am about to ask you may sound strange, but I have to ask and I want you to keep it in the utmost confidentiality."

We had covered about a block when I finally figured out how to ask him about Armacost. "I understand you and your neighbor don't exactly get along."

"Armacost? What, did he hire you to dig something up on me?"

"No, no, no. Nothing like that. I was doing a little checking into him and it came out that you and he don't see eye-to-eye."

"You can say that. He's an asshole. Pardon my French."

"Last night, for example, he was hiding somewhere in his house until 11. His wife couldn't find him, his daughter couldn't find him. But he claims he was there."

"Oh, I see now. His wife hired you to find out what he's doing."

"Actually, his daughter. But keep that to yourself."

"Oh? The daughter? What's her name, Holly or something like that, right?"

"Yeah. But keep it quiet, right?"

"Of course. She's cute."

"Yeah, she is."

"You didn't see him get dropped off or anything like that last night, did you?"

"You said that was around 11? No, I wasn't home until almost 11:30. I had a club meeting last night until about 11 and it usually takes a half hour or so to get home."

Oh oh! I wonder? No, that would be... I don't even want to think about that. "Oh well, I was hoping somebody would have seen him getting out of a car or something. Anything but just messing with his wife's head like that."

"I wouldn't put anything past that jerk."

"Why doesn't he like you?"

"Oh, you know the way he is. Just because he's been somewhat successful, every time he walks into a courtroom he thinks everybody has to do things his way. Well, you also know me. When I'm prosecuting a case, I don't necessarily do what the defense would like me to do. While I was with the D.A.'s Office, I didn't give him the time of day. I made him earn his money. Now that I'm in private practice I still have my fair share of wins against him."

I figured it was something along those lines. We went to the Mexican restaurant and had a nice lunch. The one thing about Mexican, it doesn't cost a lot to act like a big shot. We talked a little more about Armacost. He feels the same way that I do on why Armacost doesn't like him, Dave is too straight. Dave also told us about the times Armacost has called the police when Dave has cut the grass and the mower blows some of the grass on his side. He said Armacost also called one day when leaves, supposedly from one of Dave's trees blew into Armacost's yard. He actually wanted the police to test the leaves to see if they were in fact from one of Dave's trees.

"Why the hell did you move in next door to him?"

"I lived there first. He moved in about a year or so after me. He didn't even know it was me until after he had settled on it. Hee hee! He'd like to shit when he found out."

"And who says there's no justice in the world."

I picked up the tab and we walked back to the Building with David. "Dave, just remember, not a word to anybody about Armacost."

"Not a problem, Mick. I hate being nasty, but I hope you get something on him. He's an asshole."

"I'm starting to find that out, Dave. I'll catch you later."

"Okay, don't make it 10 years this time. By the way, mind if I keep your card handy? I do use Private Detectives once in a while."

"No, not at all. Please call. With a little more business, the next time I treat to lunch, we'll do Ruth's Chris."

"It's a deal. Good seeing you. Later." He turned and looked towards Carla, who was waiting a little closer to the truck. He waved and she waved back. "By the way, you getting any of that?"

"My relationship with her is strictly professional."

"Liar. I know you're no fool. A liar, maybe. But not a fool. That is one good looking woman you've got there."

"Thanks. I think so too. I'll be in touch."

I walked back to the truck and hit the unlock button on my key fob. I opened the door for Carla. There I go again. 

"What did he ask you?"

"When?"

"There at the end, when you were getting ready to walk away."

"He... ahh... asked me what our... ahhh... relationship was."

"He wanted to know if you were banging me, and of course, you told him you were, right?"

"No. As a matter of fact, I told him our relationship was purely professional."

"Bullshit!"

"No! Really. That's what I told him. And he said that you were one good looking woman. I did agree to that."

She smiled as she got in the truck and I closed the door. I went around and got in the drivers side. I drove to the office taking a more scenic route. Carla and I talked about the case and only the case.

We got back to the office and went our own ways. She took care of the answering machine, nothing pressing. Then I called my one buddy who owns one of the biggest limousine rental agencies in town.

"Chuck, buddy. It's your favorite cop."

"Hiya Mick. How's it hanging?"

"It's hanging just fine. I've got a big question for you, Do you have anybody running somebody up to the Armacost place Friday night for a shindig?"

"I think so. Let me see." I could hear him going through some papers. "Yeah, hear it is. Freddie Castillo is getting a lift up there in one of my stretches. Why? You need something?"

"Did you commit a driver to it yet?"

"Why? You want me to cancel it?"

"No. How about if I drive him?"

"You? Sure. But how come?"

"I need a ticket to the party and that would do it."

"Okay. You got it. You pick him up at..."

"Let me guess, the Armacost Building?"

"Yeah, how'd you guess?"

"Just a wild guess."

"Pick him up at 7:30. And take him home afterwards. His apartment downtown. Okay?"

"That works for me."

Chuck and I talked a little while, catching up, and then we hung up. I finished a couple of reports I wanted to clear up on the computer and answered a few emails.

I was having a hard time keeping my mind on the reports I was working on. I kept trying to find a reason why I was wrong about who I thought Armacost was fucking. The more reasons I tried to come up with why it wasn't happening, the more reasons it seemed logical that it was. 

I started working on a little spreadsheet with the pros and cons. In one column I started listing all of the reasons Armacost would have an affair with Schmidt's wife. What I needed to do is list the reasons why Schmidt's wife would fool around with Armacost. In another column I listed the reasons why she couldn't be the one. Right off the bat, the Pros were way out in front of the cons. One question kept popping in my mind, "why would a woman married to a nice guy like Dave even consider fucking around on him with anybody much less an asshole like Armacost?" My every instinct was telling me I was right. But why?

Of course, I guess I could ask the same thing about Carla, huh? I wouldn't put myself in Armacost's category, but she sure could do a lot better than me.

"Hey boss, don't forget your meeting with Holly."

Carla startled me. I was so deep in thought that I lost track of time. It was almost 5 o'clock.

"If it's okay with you, I'm gonna get outta here.", Carla waited for my response.

"Yeah, sure. I'll lock up on the way out. What do you have planned for tonight?"

"Nothing. I might rent a movie or something. I might even go down Murphy's for a while."

I don't know if she just threw that one in for effect or what. "Okay, you be careful down there, if you go."

"Oh, I will. You be careful too, with that little hussy."

"Little hussy, she's your age.", I said laughing.

"Yeah, but she's after something Mick, just watch yourself. Call it female intuition."

"I will."

Carla turned around and walked out, almost slamming the door. Jealousy? Maybe.

About 5:30, I had finished my quantitative method of trying to disprove my theory. It wasn't working. I shut down my computer and turned out the lights before I locked up the office. I put on my old leather aviators jacket. I figured it was going to be a little chilly. It's old and a little worn. It kind of looks like the new ones that they call "distressed", but mine is aged naturally. I keep it sprayed with that junk that helps waterproof leather. Carla left the bear on her desk facing my office door. Tell me she's not trying to tell me something. 



Mick the Dick Ch. 08



When I left the office, the weather had changed. It was raining. You know the type of rain that is just irritating. Most of the little shops along the block have awnings, but not all of them. I made it to my truck and got in, but not without getting wet. 

It was just chilly enough that I cranked up the heat to help dry myself off. Ahh! How I love going opposite the heavy traffic. You feel like giving the poor saps stuck in the bumper to bumper traffic the raspberries.

I made good time, as usual. I checked the free parking around the sports bar, there weren't any spots. "Cheap bastards, taking all of the free spaces." I drove past the Armacost building and decided to call Armacost's office. All I got was the recording. He must be gone for the day. 

On my next pass I had a space just a few doors down from the bar. I was still a few minutes early, so I sat in the truck to see how punctual Holly is. At just about 2 minutes before 6, Holly came walking down the street in the rain. She was dressed in blue jeans, a white v-neck tank top, and red high heels. Her blonde hair was obviously damp, but not soaked. She walked inside the bar and stood just inside as if checking on my punctuality.

I got out of my truck and walked inside the sports bar. I walked right over to Holly as if I'd been following her. She turned around and saw me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a hard kiss. I didn't know if it was for me or to impress all of the college kids. "Shit, they probably think I'm her father. Naa! I hope she wouldn't kiss her father like that. Maybe that's why she did it.

"Hi Mick. I'm glad you could make it."

"Make it? I didn't know I had a choice."

"Of course you had a choice. I was just glad you didn't stand me up."

This particular sports bar attracts a lot of the college kids. It's not too far from the campus and has a gazillion TV's so you can watch just about any game on any channel in any state or country. 

"Why would I stand you up?"

"I just thought you wouldn't want to be seen with a kid."

"Kid? I'd hardly consider you a kid, Holly."

Holly just smiled at me. She was wet, not soaking, but definitely wet. Stepping into the air-conditioned bar, her nipples were hard and protruding through the wet tank top. Not quite a wet t-shirt contest, but it was close. I took her by the arm and walked over to the bar and ordered my usual, a shot of bourbon and a draft. "And... what would you like?", I asked Holly.

"I'll take the same, make the bourbons doubles."

I love a woman with some guts. I would have guessed she was the white wine type. Holly pulled her tank top away from her body and let it go back in place. Her boobs are nowhere near the size of her mothers, but they are very nice. She has the kind that just stand up and can get away with wearing a tank top without a bra. I would take a guess that she was about a 36C, 22, 34. 

"I hate when my top gets wet like this."

"Why?" I couldn't help but look at her nipples as the material once again contoured to her tits.

"Ooo, it just feels so... yucky."

For those of you not familiar with forensic science, "yucky" is a highly technical term that would take me several pages to explain. I'll just say it's not a good thing. "I think it looks good on you."

"Good?"

"Yeah, sexy."

Holly just smiled. I think she knew what she was doing. "Have you found out anything yet?"

Holly folded her arms. She was either trying to hide her tits or she was chilly. I pulled my shirt out from my pants so it could cover my piece, I mean my gun, and then I took off my jacket and slipped it over her shoulders.

"Ahh, huh? Oh, yeah. I might have."

She adjusted the jacket onto her shoulders, "Thanks Mick, it is a little chilly in here."

Trying to get my mind off her tits, "Holly, when you checked the house, looking for your dad, are you sure you checked everywhere?"

"Oh, I'm sure. I know all of my father's hiding spots. He wasn't in the house. Remember, I even told you I saw him come in the back door."

"And you're sure nobody could have dropped him off."

"I'm sure. I'd have heard the car in the driveway and seen the headlights."

"Could someone have dropped him off and he walk up the driveway to the house?"

"My father? Walk? Only on a golf course. Why? Do you think he was out with someone?"

"I'm not sure yet. But as soon as I am, I'll let you know."

Holly looked baffled and confused. Not by my statement, but I could tell she had several things going through her mind. "Do you want to talk about something?"

"I do, Mick. But not right now." She paused for a second. I knew she wanted to talk, but I thought it was best for her to decide on when to bring it up.

We finished two rounds and just talked. School vs. work. Rich vs. poor. Normal chit chat. I knew that wasn't what was bothering her. 

"Oh, shit!", Holly said under her breath.

I looked at her, "What?"

"My father is walking this way."

"Did he see us talking?"

"I don't think so."

"Good, just act like I'm not with you."

"Hi, daddy!" Holly jumped off her bar stool and gave her father a hug.

Benjamin returned her hug. I just sat watching the television as if I'd been there all day. They went through the normal pleasantries of "how was class", "how was work". 

"So, daddy, are you by yourself?"

"As a matter of fact, Richard was in the back until a few minutes ago. He had to go back to the office to get something. You should stick around, he'll be back in a few minutes. I just had a couple drinks with him and a few of the others from the office. I have to be getting home to your mother before she calls to check up on me. Are you with anybody?"

"No, no. Just stopped by after class to see if anybody was hanging out."

"Well then I know you should stick around for when Richard gets back."

"Yeah, daddy. I might do that."

"Okay, I'll see you at home later."

"Maybe. I might stay down here tonight. Sharon will be by in a little while. You know what happens when her and I get together."

"Alright then, you be careful." Benjamin Armacost tapped me on the shoulder. "Aren't you Mick Pheury?"

"Yes. And you are...?" I had to think fast.

"I'm Benjamin Armacost." Holly looked like she could have died. "Holly, did you know who you are sitting next to?"

"Ah... No. Not really." She was shook.

"This is Mick Pheury, one of the best private detectives in the city. Mick, this is my daughter, Holly. She's finishing college here this year."

"Pleased to meet you Mr. Pheury."

"Very nice to meet you. Are you going to follow in your father's footsteps, getting a law degree?"

"No. I'm majoring in mass communications and journalism."

"Oh, going for stardom, huh?"

Armacost jumped in, "Mick, it was good seeing you again. I have to be going. Holly, you be careful down here."

"I will daddy dear. Tell mom, I said goodnight."

"I will." Armacost strolled out of the bar and up the sidewalk.

"That was close.", Holly said still with a scared tone to her voice.

"Yeah, too close. That's okay, you did real good."

"Do you mind if we get out of here. I don't want to be here when Richard gets back."

"Oh, I take it Richard is daddy's flunky you don't want to marry?"

"Richard is Daddy's flunky I don't even want to know."

"Is that the same Richard that your father thought your mother was having an affair with?"

Holly spun around at me with a totally startled look, "Why, yes. How did you know about that?"

"It's my job to know things like that."

"Oh, bullshit, Mick! How'd you know about that?"

"I heard about it through the grapevine."

"He was flirting with my mom, while trying to get at me."

"And you're father found out."

"Right! My mother would never fool around on my father, especially with a guy young enough to be her son. Besides, he's not my mother's type. He's too much a... pardon my French, pussy. That's the same reason I don't like him. He's a wimp and he's slimy."

"Oh, a typical lawyer." "Yeah, that's him."

"But I thought you said you were engaged to him."

"No I didn't... oh, yes I did, didn't I?"

"Yeah, you did."

"That was only..."

"Only to scare me off, right?"

"No! No! That was before I... knew what you were like."

"What I'm like?"

"Yeah! Come on Mick, let's get outta here before he gets back."

I called the bartender over and paid the tab. While I was waiting for change, I asked Holly if she wanted to go someplace else or finish the talk another time. She didn't exactly answer, but I knew that she was concentrating more on what had her preoccupied. As we got to the door I asked Holly, "Where'd you park?"

"I'm around the corner in the garage."

"Okay. I'm right here. I'll drive you around to the entrance. It'll keep you a little dry."

"Alright. Thanks!"

I walked over to the passenger side and opened the door for her. Holly slid in. Then I went around to the driver side and got in. I started up my truck and let it idle for a couple minutes just to warm up. 

"Gee it's so big compared to what I'm used to."

"Ahh, what's that?" My mind was definitely in the gutter.

"Your sport ute."

"Oh! That! Yeah it is."

"Wow. Yours is even bigger than my father's."

I was really feeling like a pervert now. "Your father's?"

"Yeah, his Navigator or whatever the hell it is."

I was feeling like I better get her to her car, and quick. As I pulled up to the front entrance of the garage it was really pouring. I slipped the truck into park. I didn't want to see her get too soaked.

"So tell me Holly, how many other guys besides Richard are there in your life?"

"Are you really interested?"

She took me a little by surprise. "Of course."

"Do you really want to know, or are you just trying to make small talk?"

"A little of both I suppose."

"To be honest with you Mick, I don't have any one guy in particular in my life."

"You're kidding me, right?"

"No! Why do you think that?"

"Well... just because. Let's face it, you're a nice girl. You're smart... I think. You're good looking." I could see her start to blush. "You're very good looking. It seems like you have your act together."

"That's where you're wrong. I don't have my act together, Mick."

"You don't? Why's that?"

"I just don't. Most guys I know from school and around town think I'm a flake. I don't like the guys my age. None of them seem to know what they want to do when they..."

"Grow up?"

"Yeah! When they grow up. I like being treated like a lady, but still being in school I still feel like I did in high school."

"Well, Holly, you are still only, what, 22?"

"See what I mean? Even you think of me as a kid. Mick, I'm 22, but I have the same needs as a 25, 30, 40, or 50 year old woman. Okay, so maybe not the 50 year old, but..."

"Now wait a minute, I know plenty of 50 year old women that probably have as much need as that group you mentioned."

"I didn't mean it like that, Mick. I'm sorry. I better get out of here."

"Wait a minute, Holly. Don't go running off. You ARE quite a lady. Just don't go wearing yourself out too fast."

Holly said, "I wish guys could see it that way. I would ask you to my house, but I know, under the circumstances..."

"You're right, Holly. That wouldn't be a good idea." She slid my jacket off and placed it on the seat.

"Thanks Mick. And thanks for caring."

I knew she still had something on her mind. "Look, anytime you're ready to tell me what's on your mind or even if you just need to talk to someone, give me a call. I don't charge for that."

Holly leaned over, gave me a hug and kissed me hard on the lips. "I'll remember that. You're a nice guy, Mick Pheury."

"You be careful with that hot rod on these wet roads, okay?"

She smiled back at me. I winked at her as she opened the door and slid out. She closed the door and gave me a smile when she got to the door to the garage. I waited to make sure she came out safe. The red Corvette pulled out from the driveway. Holly stopped and waved at me, then pulled out and started up the road. I pulled from the curb and headed for Murphy's.

I got to Murphy's at a little before 8. As I walked in, Sylvia was just leaving for the day. "Hiya Mick." She gave me the traditional hug and kiss.

"Hello Sylvia. Everything good?"

"Everything is great. Especially now."

"Quitting time, huh?"

"Yep!"

"By chance, was my goofy secretary in tonight?"

"Is that an official question?"

"Nope, just curious."

"Yeah, she was in for about an hour or so, had a couple of drinks and something to eat."

"Was she with anyone?"

"Why Mick Pheury, you scoundrel. You're jealous."

"Me? Not me. I don't have any reason to be jealous. Do I?"

"Well I don't know about that. She left with some big, good looking, black guy."

I felt my heart skip a beat, "She what?!?" Not so much it being a black guy, but anybody.

"You heard me." Sylvia began laughing hysterically. "I'm just fucking with you, Mick."

"You could give me a heart attack."

"She came in, had a couple drinks, and left alone, by herself."

"That's better."

"I'm sorry Mick, I couldn't help it. Hey, things getting serious with the two of you or something?"

"I don't know Sylvia. Maybe. I'm just not sure."

"Wow! Mick Pheury bites the dust. When you don't know, that's when its got you."

"No. I don't think so. You know the way I feel about getting married again."

"Hey, you don't have to get married to be off the market."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah! I hear you."

"I gotta get outta here before Murph cons me into working over."

"Okay. Come on, I'll walk you to your car."

I walked Sylvia around the back of the Pub where she was parked. She kissed me goodbye. "Take care of that girl, Pheury. She's a good one."

"I know that. She is something, isn't she?"

"She's a real catch, especially for an old fart like you."

"Thanks, dear. I love you too."

"I'm just teasing you. You need a good woman to take care of you. You be careful, hear?"

"Yeah, you too. Be careful in this weather. The roads are nasty."

"I will. See you later."

I watched Sylvia start the car and pull away as I walked back towards my truck. The rain was letting up a little. I was having a craving for a nice big juicy steak. I knew I had a couple steaks in my freezer. "That would be nice, go home and throw one on the grill."

As I got back to my truck I decided to slide past Carla's apartment to see if her car was in the garage. Why? I don't know. Yeah, yeah! I know what you're thinking. Now I want to check up on her. Not really. But I just want to make sure she's okay. I know, you've heard that before. Hell, I've said it before, but this time I mean it.

I drove past Carla's apartment building and looked inside the garage. I didn't see her car. I drove around the block and drove slowly past it again. "Ahh! There it is." I just missed it in the shadows. That's good. She's safe and sound. Now I'll go home and have that steak. As I cruised up the road, I worked on my menu; steak, a baked potato, corn or some vegetable, and a beer. Maybe two beers. Of course I would need one while I was cooking. Oh, what the hell, let's say a six pack. 



Mick the Dick Ch. 09



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I pulled into my street and into my driveway. My headlights reflected off of a bright red Corvette sitting in the driveway. I killed the head lights and drifted up behind it. As I got closer, I could see Holly leaning up against the back of it. I put my truck in park, set the brake, and turned it off. Holly was staring at me, looking for a sign from me. Approval, disapproval, happy, anger. She wanted some sign, some type of vibe. But she didn't get it. I was a little of all of the above, but I didn't know what proportions. I was probably more confused than any of those, but I wasn't going to let her see that.

I got out of the truck and she just stood there leaning back against the car. "Surprised?"

"Yes. Shouldn't I be?"

"Well you did say, anytime."

"Yes I did."

"And this is anytime."

"Yes it is."

"I just need to talk to someone. Do you mind?"

"No. I don't mind. How long have you been here?"

"Since we left downtown. I came right here."

I walked over to her. She stood up from the car and wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. I quickly found myself kissing her back. We must have kissed for a couple of minutes. Her tank top was still soaked and left an impression on my shirt. Her blonde hair was still damp.

"Holly, I'm hungry. I haven't eaten dinner yet."

"Neither have I."

"Want to come inside and have something?"

An evil grin came across Holly's face. "Can we eat something first?"

I asked for that. I took her by the arm and walked up to the front door, unlocked it, opened it, deactivated the alarm, and asked Holly inside. I walked into the kitchen and turned on the light. I went over to the refrigerator, opened the door, and pulled out two bottles of beer. "Would you like one?"

"Yes, please. Thanks."

I looked at her wet tank top again. I knew she had to be cold. "I'll be right back.", I said as I walked out of the room. I went to my bedroom and took one of my shirts out of the closet and went back to the kitchen. "Why don't you go in there," I pointed to the powder room just outside the kitchen, "and put this on. We can throw your top in the dryer." I handed her the shirt.

"Do I look cold or something?"

"Yes you do." I smiled at her as she took the shirt and walked towards the door.

I opened the door to the freezer and pulled out two steaks. "Is steak okay?"

I heard her yell from inside the powder room, "Yes. That would be real nice. Are you sure it's no bother? I hate you going to any trouble."

"Yeah, I'm sure. Heck, I'll put it down as an expense on my bill to you anyway." 

"I'm sure you will." We both laughed.

"By the way, there is a hair dryer in the cabinet under the sink, in case you want to dry your hair a little. There should be a brush in there somewhere."

"Oh! So I take it I'm not the first girl to come into your house already wet?" There was dead silence followed by a slight chuckle in her voice, "I mean... never mind."

"Never mind what?"

"Never mind my last comment."

"Okay. Consider it never minded." I acted like I didn't hear her, but I heard every word.

I walked out onto the back deck and fired up the grill. I set the flame to low and walked back inside while the rocks heated up. When I went back in to the kitchen, Holly was leaning against the counter. She had taken her jeans off too. What a nice pair of legs. This girl is really something.

"Are you okay?", I asked her.

"Yeah, my jeans are a little wet. Is it okay if we dry them too?" She was standing there wearing only my shirt with the sleeves rolled up and had only from the middle button down buttoned. I assumed she was wearing panties, being she didn't want them dried. She had her heels back on. She looked really good. Damn she's cute. I can't help saying it.

"Of course." I took her top and jeans from her and went to the laundry room. I tossed both into the dryer and set it on low heat for 20 minutes. "That should do it." I walked back out to the kitchen.

"My feet are killing me. I've had these on all day."

"Why don't you take them off?"

"I didn't know if you'd mind me walking around barefoot in your house."

"Why not, I do it all the time."

"Can you give me a hand?" Holly hopped up onto the counter and lifted her left leg out. I undid the ankle strap and slipped the shoe off her foot. Then I did the same for the right one. While I was still holding her foot, I rubbed it.

"Ooo, that feels good."

"Yeah?"

"Ooo, yeah. I'll give you an hour to stop, or else..."

"Or else, what?"

"Or else... or else... oh never mind, just don't stop."

Even her feet were pretty. She obviously had them professionally pedicured. Her nails were done in super shiny, fancy polish, kind of a bright metallic red with gold specks. It almost matched her Corvette. She was wearing a yellow gold toe ring on the second toe of her right foot. Most girls I knew that even bothered with toe rings could only afford silver. She was also wearing a yellow gold anklet on her right ankle. I knew what that meant for a married woman, but wasn't sure if the same applied to singles. And then, I wouldn't know if Holly knew. I played with the ring a little.

"You like it?", Holly asked.

"I like anything gold, except the ones you wear on the third finger of your left hand."

"Wedding rings?"

"Yeah, wedding rings."

"How come you're not married, Mick?"

"I was once. Back when I was a cop."

"What happened? If I'm not getting too personal."

"I found out she was fucking some other guy. A queer fireman."

"You don't like firemen?"

"No, I like firemen. This one is really a fag."

"Oh! Why did she..."

"I don't think she knew. He was married at the time too."

"Oh no! What did his wife do?"

"She divorced him. Took him for all he was worth, and then some. She took the house, the better of the cars, which happened to be his new, fancy, full sized, extended cab, diesel pick-up, and the two kids..."

"Oh, man. I always hate when kids are involved."

"Yeah, me too. At least I was happy we never had any. I guess it is better for them to get away from him now then to find out he was gay later."

"Is he like, flaming or just feminine?"

"Oh, he's flaming. He ended up in the hospital for a week after he hit on one of his lieutenants or chief or somebody like that."

"I don't mean to laugh, but..."

"Yeah, me too. I kind of wish I'd have done that to him, but I had too much to lose. I wasn't going to go to jail because of her. I thought about killing him, but decided it would have been better to kill her once than have to kill a different guy every month."

"You have a good point. Wait a minute, you didn't really kill her, did you?"

I just smiled at her as I went back outside and threw the steaks on the grill. Holly followed me. 

"Mick, you didn't kill her, right?"

"Of course I didn't kill her. I wanted to, but what he did to her was much better. Once everybody found out about him, she was the biggest fool in town. Well, except to the people who thought she was a fool for marrying me."

"Oh, I don't think any body would think she was a fool for marrying you."

I walked over to the pantry and pulled out two potatoes and put them on the rack for doing them in the microwave. "I hope you're not into salad and all that kind of stuff."

"No, not really. I mean, I eat salad, when it's there, or for lunch once in a while. But, a steak and potato are fine."

"Good, I don't eat enough salad to keep it around. It goes bad before I can eat it all."

I walked back over to her and raised her other foot up and began to massage it. "I don't want to show favoritism."

Holly grabbed my shirt collar and pulled me closer to her. She wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me closer to her. Forgetting that my .45 was still tucked away in the small of my back, I could feel her freeze when she touched it. Knowing what she did, "Oops." I pulled away from her and reached under the tail of my shirt and slid my gun out from my waistband.

"Is that what I think it is?", Holly asked.

"I'm sorry.", I said as I walked over and stuck it on top of the refrigerator.

"I didn't know you carry a gun."

"Of course I do." I walked back over and placed her arms back around me as I did the same to her.

"Why do you carry a gun?"

"To protect myself."

"From who?"

"Anybody who may want to hurt me."

"Like???"

"Holly, I used to be a cop, remember. There are a lot of people that I put in jail over the years. And even now, there are all kinds of husbands and wives, company thieves, and probably even lawyers who would like to see me dead. I'm just not taking any chances. Besides, I do play bodyguard once in a while too."

"I've never dated someone who carries a gun."

Was that a hint that we were dating or what? It sounded like it to me too. 

"So, anyway, what is so important that you came by here to talk to me?"

She kissed me and pulled me tight against her. That was when I remembered the steaks. "Hold that thought. I better check the steaks."

Holly let go of me, with some reluctance. I walked out on the deck and over to the grill. Luckily, I had the flame on low. I flipped the steaks over and closed the lid. I just stood there for a moment thinking about what I was doing. The cool evening air was like a cold shower for me.

I walked back inside and over to the microwave. I punched up the memory setting for 2 baked potatoes and hit the start button. Then I went back over to Holly.

"Do we have a couple minutes now?" She wrapped her arms around me again. 

"I think so." I put mine around her once again. We kissed. Holly spread her legs and moved forward on the edge of the counter until her crotch was against mine. As we kissed, she rolled her pelvis so her panty clad pussy rubbed against my hardening cock. The cold shower I took a few minutes ago wore off fast.

"Holly, you know this isn't right."

"What's wrong with it?"

"I'm old enough to be your father."

"So? Why are you so hung up on your age? I'm not."

"It's not that I'm hung up on my age. It's just that... well... I don't know."

"Mick, I don't care about age. Age is just a number."

"Holly, there's 25 years age difference between us. That's a quarter of a century. When I'm 65, you'll be 40. When you're ready to retire at 60, I'll be 85, or more likely dead."

"As long as you and I are healthy, who cares. And for god's sake, I'm not asking you to marry me. At least not yet." She winked at me. "Besides, I'm going to retire by the time I'm 45, so you'll still only be 70."

"You're determined to make me fu... mess up those steaks aren't you?"

"Ah huh.", Holly whispered into my ear.

"I... ahh... better go check on them."

Holly broke her hold on me. I quickly walked back out to the grill. "What the fuck am I doing?", I asked myself. This goes way beyond ethics. It wouldn't be the first time I'd have had sex with one of my clients, but this could really be a screwed up mess. Here I am a little more than double her age, and I do mean a little more, her and her mother are clients of mine, investigating her father for cheating on her mother. "Yucky!" There's that damn technical term again.

The steaks were done. I turned off the grill, slid both steaks onto the flipper, and carried them inside. I had already laid out the plates, so all I had to do is slide one onto each plate. I pulled the potatoes out of the microwave and put one on each plate and carried the plates over to the counter. 

Holly Slid off the counter, "Do you need a hand with anything?"

"Yeah, why don't you grab the butter and two more bottles of beer out of the fridge."

"Got it." Holly walked over to the refrigerator and took the butter dish and pulled two bottles out. I slid two of the stools around and put them in front of the plates. Holly came over and sat down. "Wow! I didn't expect this kind of meal tonight. Thank you." She leaned over and kissed me.

"Don't mention it. Anyway, back to this problem you have."

We ate like two starving animals. It was a good thing the steaks were boneless because we'd have eaten them too.

"Mick, I have a confession to make. I think I'm falling for an older man."

"Oh, oh! Do I know this guy?"

Holly snickered but continued as if I hadn't said anything. "I didn't want it to happen. I wasn't trying to find someone or anything."

"Why do you think you're falling in love with this older man?"

"I'm good with first impressions. I knew it when I walked in your office. I take it you don't believe in love at first sight?"

"No, I don't. Lust, maybe. But not love."

"Well, after dinner maybe we can find out if it is lust or love."

"Holly... Never mind."

I couldn't believe this. I've gone almost 20 years without the "L" word being mentioned to me. And now, twice in two days, both times by girls young enough to kill me in bed. If it were only lust, I'd have had no problem. Holly is one of the cutest, most attractive girls in this city. Even tonight at the sports bar, I could see envy on the faces of the other guys in the bar. If it was just a quick roll in the hay, oh well. But this is more than that.

Holly just sat and looked at me. "I fucked it up, didn't I?"

"Fucked what up?"

"Damn it! Every time I think I could be falling for some guy, I fuck it up by telling him too soon. Shit! I did it again." She started to cry.

"Holly, you haven't fucked up anything. Just don't rush things. Is that really what you wanted to talk about?"

"Yeah! Well sort of. I wanted to talk to you about it, but not come right out and tell you... if you know what I mean."

"I think I do. Holly, really. You don't know me well enough to be in love with me. Not yet."

"Let me tell you a little story. When I was a little girl, I had one of those mother-daughter talks. My mother told me that when I fell in love, I'd know it. A few years later, after I started dating, she and I had another of those talks. Once again she told me that when it happens, I'd know it. Mick, I've been waiting for it to happen. Every time I thought that was it, I was wrong."

"So what makes this the right one?"

"When I walked in your office I had a feeling I've never had. I felt so good that I actually felt sick. I was giddy, I had the shakes. Last night, I wanted to see you so bad. I actually fingered myself trying to relieve some tension. I've never felt like that."

"You mean you've never masturbated?"

"Sure I've masturbated, but I've never felt like I had to. Then tonight, when I saw you walk in the sports bar, I wanted to fuck you right there in the lobby. I'm not a slut, Mick. I can count the number of guys I've let fuck me on one hand. Honestly. I don't know what's come over me. When I kissed you, it was like that first time in high school, I shook all over."

"You were cold."

"No I wasn't. Mick, it was being with you. When my father came over, I wanted to introduce you to him like we were on a date."

"I'm glad you didn't."

"So am I. But that's the way I felt. I was going home and felt this need to see you. I need to be with you. Mick, I've never felt this way. I was sitting in the car waiting for you and wondered if you were coming home. The more time that passed, the more anxious I got. I almost cried waiting for you."

"You were hungry too."

"Mick, I'm being serious. It wasn't cold, it wasn't hungry."

"But Holly, I have that effect on all women." I laughed, trying to make her laugh. It didn't work.

"Oh, Mick!" She started to cry again. "You think I'm foolish, don't you? You think I'm just a kid."

I didn't want to, but I just couldn't let her cry. I stood up and hugged her. She hugged me like she was never letting go. "Don't cry Holly, don't cry. I don't think you are a kid. Really. I'm not worth it."

"Oh yes you are, Mick Pheury."

I didn't know exactly how vulnerable she was. Then again, I also didn't know if this could have been some sort of trap. She may just be a good actress, but somehow I didn't think that was the case. Had she just shown up at my house and asked me to fuck her, I'd have had no reservations. But this whole episode was scaring me. Not that I didn't trust her. My every instinct was saying she was telling me the truth. Just what I need, another 20 some year old with the hots for me. "When it rains, it pours."

"What was that?", Holly asked.

"Nothing. Nothing at all."

I continued to hug her until she calmed down, rocking her as if trying to put her to sleep. She looked up at me with her big blue eyes, "I don't care how it sounds or looks. Mick, make love to me. Please."

For the first time in my life, I felt obligated to fuck somebody's brains out. I mean, this was a mission of mercy. This was the first time that I had a woman beg me to make love to her. Not even my wife had ever done that.



Mick the Dick Ch. 10



My alarm went off at about 6:15. I rolled over and hit the snooze button. 

"Mmmm! What time is it?"

I looked up at the clock. "It's quarter after six." She almost startled me. I nearly forgot Holly was still in bed with me. I thought I dreamt the whole previous night. I remembered walking to the bedroom and slipping my shirt off her. I undressed, with a significant amount of help from her. She slid onto my bed and I licked her pussy to at least two orgasms. Her nicely trimmed bush proved to me she is a real blonde. She has the sweetest pussy I have ever tasted. I know, we always say that, right? But she really does. She sucked my cock until it was obvious it wasn't going to get any harder and then crawled on top of me. We fucked like that for a while. She came several more times. That's what convinced me she wasn't faking the way she felt. We rolled over so I was on top of her and we fucked like that for a while. I remembered her asking me to cum inside her. I wasn't sure about that, but she said she was safe. I even made sure she was sure. That would definitely be the last thing either of us needed. After about a ten minutes rest, we did it again, and again. Each time cumming inside her. I can't remember the last time I fucked three times in a row like that. Maybe my honeymoon? Nah, I don't think so.

I usually get up around 6:30, do about a mile or so around the neighborhood and about 30 minutes on the weights in my basement. But this morning I think I already had a good enough workout.

"Oh good, we can lay here a few minutes.", Holly whispered into my ear as she cuddled up against me. "Last night was good, wasn't it? I mean, you are fantastic."

"Yeah, it was fantastic. You do mean this morning don't you?" I looked at Holly. I kept thinking how cute she is. Her blonde hair laying across her face. I was still having a bit of a guilty conscience about having had sex with her. I still couldn't tell whether it was because I felt she was vulnerable or because of Carla. But considering all of that, we did have a good time. I tried considering it cheap and meaningless, but even I, Mr. Ego, know the difference between fucking and making love. 

I know, I know. She's only 22 and I'm 47. Big deal! Even she said age doesn't matter. But do you know something? It does. I almost feel like I'm robbing the cradle or something. On the other hand, Holly is a mature 22 year old, except when it comes to sex. Oh, she was fantastic in bed, she just lacked the "slutty" attitude that make fucking more fun. You know what? Sometimes making love can be as much fun as cheap meaningless sex.

The alarm went off again. I hit the snooze button again. "What time is your class?"

"I don't have to be there until 11. What time do you have to be at your office?"

"That's one of the bennies with being the boss. Carla won't get in until nine-ish. If I have something to do, well gosh darn it, I might just be a little late getting in."

"Good!"

I slid out of bed and wandered over to the bathroom. I took care of both dragons; the breath and draining the other one. I washed up a little and crawled back in bed next to Holly.

Holly pulled me closer and wrapped both arms around me tight. Either she really means this crap about being in love with me or she is a really good actress. Somehow, I'm having a hard time believing this is a put on. 

"God, Mick, I wish we could stay here all day."

"Yeah, me too." What the fuck am I saying??? Don't say stuff like that, dummy. "But I really do have some things to get done."

"Can we stay like this for a little while? Huh?"

"Sure." I had to admit, I really do like having her hang on me. Her hands had roamed and memorized every square inch of my body. For some reason, which makes me a little uneasy, I was very comfortable laying there with her. 

I dozed back off while Holly scratched my back. Do you think women know these things about men, or is there a network out there where women let each other know what each man in the world likes. 

"Mick, it's almost 8. Are you awake?"

"Huh? Oh. Eight. Okay. Yeah, I'm awake."

Holly rolled over on top of me and kissed me. She slid her tongue inside my mouth as she pressed her lips harder and harder against mine. She rubbed her pelvis against mine. In nothing flat, my cock was hard as a rock. Holly slid down my body, under the sheet. She kissed my neck, my shoulders, and down to my chest. She sucked on each of my nipples as she continued to slide her body down along mine. She licked down my chest and stomach. She finally slid between my legs. She took hold of my cock with her hands and stroked it a few times. Then I could feel her tongue on the head of my cock. She licked around the head and then down and back up the shaft. She took it in her mouth and began sliding most of it in and out of her mouth. 

Holly slid back up on top of me and slid my cock inside her pussy. Her pert firm tits stood out. I had to pinch her nipples. They were rock hard. Holly pulled her feet up so she was in a squatting position. She bound up and down on my cock like a wild woman. She looked like a jockey riding in the Kentucky Derby. I'm just glad she didn't have a riding crop. She orgasmed as she continued to ride me, my cock sliding in and out of her tight wet pussy.

"Let me... know... when you're... ready to cum.", she said as she fucked me feverishly.

My cock was building to a climax, but her pussy felt so good wrapped around it. It took a little effort, but I told her I was getting close. She stood up, letting my cock slowly slip from between her pussy lips. She laid down between my legs and took my cock in her mouth once more. She sucked on it hard as she took almost my entire length down her throat. It was only after the first several stokes I could feel my cock ready to shoot.

"I'm cumming Holly, I'm cumming."

My cock erupted, spewing its hot cum into her mouth. I could feel her swallow each blast. She kept sucking, draining every bit of cum from my cock as she slid it in and out of her hot wet mouth. 

I just laid on my bed as she continued to lick what little cum she let slip out from her lips. What did I say earlier about the "slutty" attitude. Damn! That was a blowjob only a thousand dollar a night girl could give. It was fantastic. Holly slid back up and laid on top of me. She kissed me on the lips and never even attempted to slip her tongue in my mouth.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to French kiss you after doing that."

"I appreciate that." We both laughed. She kissed me again.

"You taste good. As a matter of fact, so do I. That's the first time I've gone down on a guy after he'd been fucking me. At least without making him wash off first."

This girl really is a little naïve. But I love it just the same.

She laid on top of me for a while. I was very comfortable with her on top of me that long, even at my age. Shut up! Don't even go there!

Holly rolled over off of me. She had no sooner rolled off of me when the phone rang. I never grab a phone on the first ring. On the third ring I picked it up.

"Yeah!"

"Mick?" It was Carla. I quickly sat up.

"Hi. What's up?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to do breakfast."

"Ah! No, I already had breakfast. After my workout."

"You sound like you just woke up."

"Just woke up? No! I've been up. I've been up most of the morning." I winked at Holly. " I was just getting ready to jump in the shower."

"Want some company?"

"No. I don't want some company. Hey, don't forget, I wanted to run up past the Armacost place this morning, just to see if anything is going on. I'd like to see what time he and Schmidt leave."

"Okay. Tell Holly I said hi. By the way, how'd it go last night?"

"Last night?" Oh shit, if she only knew. "What about last night?"

"The meeting with the little floozy. You did meet her didn't you?"

"Oh yeah. You mean Holly. Yeah, we met. Nothing new to add."

"What did you do, follow her home?"

"Follow her home? Not at all. She's laying here next to me in bed. It was cold out and I thought we could keep each other warm." Holly looked at me like I had two heads. She looked like she was ready to kill me.

"Yeah, right. You wish!"

"Actually, her father was at the sports bar. He introduced us like he had no idea. We just acted like we happened to be sitting at the bar next to each other. She did a good job of acting stupid. He didn't know we were together."

"That should have been easy for her to do. You're kidding about him though, aren't you? You don't think he was suspicious?"

"Nope. It was close, but I don't think he was suspicious in the least."

"Okay then. I guess I'll see you when you get in."

"Okay, schweetheart! I'll see you then. Bye." I hung up the phone.

"What the hell did you tell her I was in bed with you for?"

"So she wouldn't believe me."

"Suppose she had?"

"She wouldn't. That's why I did it."

"Gutsy. Stupid, but gutsy."

I stood up and stretched. "I'm gonna take my shower, wanna join me?"

"Shower? Yeah! I'd love that."

I went in and turned the shower on so it would be nice and warm when we got in. It was obvious that Holly had never taken a shower with a man before. She couldn't wait to lather me up with soap. She made it like the first time for me too. She ran her hands over every inch of my body and I did the same to her. I guarantee, when we stepped out from that shower, we were the cleanest human beings on earth.

I stepped out first. And dried off, then Holly stepped out. Before she could grab a towel, I began to dry her off. I just couldn't keep my hands off of her. After I dried her, I wrapped the towel around her. Then I pulled out my razor and shaving cream.

"Can I watch?"

"What? Watch me shave? Sure. It's not much to watch though."

"Let me put the shaving cream on your face."

"Okay." I handed her the can. She shook it and then lathered up my face. I shaved while she studied how I did it. After I made sure I got everything, Holly felt my cheeks with the back of her hand. 

"Very smooth. You're good with the razor aren't you?"

"Well, I've had lots of practice."

"Can you do me a favor?"

"Sure."

"Never mind."

"What?"

"No. I just embarrassed myself again."

"No you didn't. What did you want?"

"Would you trim me? You know, with the razor?"

"Sure. But I don't think your beard is that heavy."

"Never mind, you think I'm being stupid again."

"No I don't. I can do that for you."

"I'm embarrassed."

"No need to be embarrassed. All you had to do is ask."

"Just neaten it up. I don't want to shave completely. You'll see where I've shaved before."

Actually, I had to use my imagination. Holly's pubic hair is very fine, very soft. Further indication she is a natural blonde. I doubt if she even shaves or uses hair removal junk on her legs on a regular basis. 

Holly sat down on the counter between the two sinks. She spread her legs and propped them up with her hands as she leaned back against the mirror. I lathered her pussy up and began shaving her pubic hair.

"Remember, don't take it all off."

"I won't. Just lay back and relax."

"Her hair is so soft and fine, it took no effort for the razor to clean her off, right to the skin. I just wanted to make sure I didn't take off any of the skin. I was just about finished when a totally childish thought came over me. I ended up trimming the top of her bush into a heart. I don't know why, but I did. Holly didn't even notice what I was doing. When I finished, I rinsed her off. I did a rather nice job. I leaned over and kissed her pussy lips. Holly spun around on the counter and took a look. From the angle, she couldn't see what I had done. 

"Is that okay?"

"Yeah," she said, "It looks fine. Thank you."

She slid off the counter and turned around towards the mirror. "A heart??? You shaved my pussy into a heart?"

"Yeah! Well! I couldn't help it." 

Holly continued looking into the mirror. "I kind of like it!"

"I do. I think it's cute. It kind of makes a statement like a tattoo, but you can change it or get rid of it."

"Yeah, it's neat." She gave me a hug and a kiss. "You better get ready to go to work. You don't want Carla checking up on you again.

"I don't or is it you don't?" I snickered.

"Wellllllll! It is kind of obvious that there is something going on with the two of you."

"She's my secretary. That's all."

"Bullshit! But that's not stopping me, is it? You're just like all of the other men, you love having women fighting over you."

"Sure, but I don't have women fighting over me."

"Well we'll just have to see about that."

"Holly, let's not even go there. No cat fights, no bitch fights. Okay?"

I walked into the bedroom and started pulling out what I was going to wear. It was just about 9:30.

Holly came strutting in. She brought a duffle bag over to the bed and opened it up. She took out a black sweater, clean panties, a bra, socks, and a pair of walking shoes.

"I see you came prepared."

"I always keep a change of clothes in the car."

"Just for such nights as this?"

"Sure!", she said sarcastically. "No Mick, I just never know when I'm staying at Sharon's, this friend of mine that lives close to school. The shoes I keep there all the time anyway. I hate wearing heels all day."

"Oh, okay. I'll believe you this time." I laughed.

I finished getting dressed and went into the kitchen. I threw a couple of eggs into a frying pan, put 6 pieces of bacon in the microwave, and two pieces of bread in the toaster. I set the coffee maker up last night, my S.O.P., so all I had to do is turn it on. By the time Holly finished getting ready, breakfast was done. 

"You know something? I think black is your color." Especially with her dark eye make-up. Like I've said before, just the right amount of slut.

"Really, why's that?", Holly questioned.

"I don't know, but that sweater looks really good on you."

"It's just a sweater."

"Yeah, but it just does something for you."

"Well, thanks."

I slid the plate in front of her. "Wow! Breakfast and everything. I bet you treat all your women like this."

"Only the morning after. The rest of the time, they have to cook for me."

"I take it you don't like living."

"Why's that?"

"You've never had my cooking." Holly looked suddenly depressed.

"You have a problem with cooking?"

"Yes. I've never been able to get it right. See these eggs? I couldn't do that."

"Well I guess what you can't do right, you make up for in other ways." Shit! There I go with the mush talk again. I kissed her on the cheek.

"You know, Mick Pheury, I said it last night and I'll say it again, you're a nice guy."

"Don't say that too much, you might start convincing me."

We finished eating. Holly beat me to putting the dishes in the dishwasher, but I did have to show her the way I like them in it. I showed her where I keep the soap and how much to use. She found the on switch all by herself.

We walked out to the cars together. Being I was behind her, I'd have to move mine first. I opened her door for her. She had to get one more kiss in before we said good bye. "Can I see you again tonight?"

"Holly, like I told you last night, don't rush things. Just let it happen."

"I'm sorry. I know."

"Don't be sorry. I'll call you later."

"Okay. I'll wait until I hear from you."

I kissed her as I helped her into her vette. I went to my truck and climbed in. I started it up and backed out into the street. I let Holly back out in front of me and then followed her down the road.



Mick the Dick Ch. 11



It was almost 10:30 by the time I got into the office. When I opened the door, Carla just hesitated long enough to let me know she was timing me. "You know, I'm not paying you for this unexcused lateness."

"You don't pay for any unexcused lateness anyway."

"I'm just kidding, boss."

"I know, so am I." I walked over to Carla and gave her a quick kiss. 

"Hey, no you don't. Come back here." Carla grabbed me by my belt and yanked me back to her. She stood up, wrapped her arms around me and gave me a big kiss.

"There, that's better!"

"Yeah! That was better. Let me try this again." I walked back out into the hallway and closed the door. I reopened the door, Carla hesitated as before, but this time I didn't give her a chance. "Good morning Schweetheart." I walked over to her, picked her up from her chair, wrapped my arms around her and dipped her backwards as I kissed her, just like a romantic kiss in an old detective movie.

"Wow! Now that's more like it!"

"Any calls?"

"Oh yeah! Mrs. Armacost called, would like you to call her when you get in. Holly Armacost called a little while ago, apologized that she missed your call last night, and said to call her when you get the chance. And there were two messages from old clients, just keeping in touch. Oh yeah! David Schmidt wants you to call him after 12, and Sergeant McNally at homicide wants you to call him when you can."

And imagine, she did all of that from memory. Holly, being inexperienced at this, sure knows how to play. That was a good move on her part, just in case Carla had any ideas about her and me. 

I went into my office and there were the notes just as Carla had told me. I called Sergeant McNally first. He was just checking to see if I knew anything about a body found in the city last night. He thought it may have been a missing person where their family may have contacted me. Nope, I could account for all of the missing persons cases I had recently worked. I couldn't bail him out on this one.

Then I called Teresa Armacost. She told me that Benjamin came home around 8:00 last night. "He claims he was at a sports bar."

"He was at a sports bar."

"He was?"

"Yes, he was. I saw him there. He was there with a few people from his office. He even saw me."

"Were you following him?"

"Well sort of, but in a very inconspicuous way. I was sitting at the bar a couple seats from your daughter..."

"Holly?"

"Yes, Holly. He was talking to her and recognized me. He just said hello and introduced me to your daughter. That was it. She's a very cute girl."

"What was Holly doing there?"

"I heard her say something about meeting a couple friends from school."

"She didn't come home last night. When I got worried, Ben said she was staying at Sharon's. That's a friend of hers at school. She stays there sometimes."

"Yeah, Sharon. That's the name she mentioned to Benjamin."

"Oh. I guess everything is okay then."

"Did he go out last night at all? I mean, like, to the garage?"

"Come to think of it, when he took the trash out, he took a while."

"What time was that?"

"I think it was around 9 or 9:30."

Gee, I wonder what time David Schmidt got home last night. "Okay, Teresa, I'll be watching him. Is everything still set for Friday night?"

"Friday night? Tomorrow? Why, yes, it is. How did you know about tomorrow night?"

"I didn't know it was a secret."

"It isn't. I just sort of forgot to tell you about it."

"Okay, then. As long as everything is good to go."

"Yes, but how did you find out about it?"

"That's my job Teresa. I have to know those things."

"I'm sorry, Mick. I really forgot about it. Are you going to be there?"

"Of course. But under no circumstance let on that you know me."

"How are you going to be there?"

"I'll be driving someone there. Make sure the drivers get taken care of, okay? It will give me an excuse to mix in with some of the other, more privileged folks."

"Oh, I can make sure you are taken care of."

"Just remember, Benjamin can recognize me. As far as he's concerned, I'm just playing driver Friday night."

"Okay. I don't know you."

"That's right. Just treat me like any of the other chauffeurs."

"You'll probably be the only one."

"I doubt it. Unless something happens between now and then, I'll see you tomorrow night."

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow."

I hung up and immediately dialed David Schmidt's office.

The secretary answered. I could tell it was the same one that greeted us yesterday.

"This is Mick Pheury, Is David in?"

"Yes, Mr. Pheury. Please hold."

A few seconds passed, "Mr. Pheury, he'll be right with you."

"Thank you." I waited a couple of minutes and then David picked up the line.

"Mick, how goes it?"

"Fine David, just a quick question. What time did you get in last night?"

"How did you know I was out?"

"Just an educated guess."

"It was about 10:30, I think. Why? This thing with Armacost?"

"Yeah. You didn't see him roaming around or anything?"

"No, I didn't. Mick, should I be worried about him?"

"I don't think so. Just keep an eye on him. Okay?"

"Yeah, sure."

"You don't think he's dangerous or anything, do you?"

"No. He's not dangerous."

We talked a couple more minutes, and then hung up. I sat there a few minutes staring off, wondering if I was right about Armacost and David's wife. Or was it just the quickest answer. I was still trying to think of any logical reason why Stacy Schmidt would be even remotely interested in Armacost.

Carla popped her head in the office and caught me daydreaming. "Boss!"

"Yeah! What?"

"You okay? I was calling you. Holly Armacost is on the phone."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I was just thinking. Thanks." I picked up the phone.

"Hi, Holly, what's up?"

"Nothing, I was just following up on the call I made earlier. Did I do okay?"

"Oh, yeah. That was good."

"I take it Carla fell for it?"

"I think so. By the way, are you going to be at your parent's tomorrow night?"

"Not if I can help it. Why, are you asking me out?"

"No. They are having that party and I need to be there."

"Oh, and you want to go as my guest, right?"

"No. I just wanted to make sure that if you are there, you don't acknowledge that you know me."

"Oh, okay. I can do that. I'd rather you be my guest."

"No. That wouldn't be a good idea."

"Okay. Maybe we could meet somewhere afterwards for a drink?"

"Maybe. We'll have to see."

"Okay."

"I'll talk to you later."

"Okay, Mick. And, hey! I really did have a great time last night."

"Yeah, me too."

"Did you, really?"

"Yes I did, really. I'll talk to you later. Bye."

"Be careful. Bye."

I checked my email, nothing pressing. Good. I made a couple of quick replies and logged out.

I got up from my desk and went to the coffee pot and poured myself a cup. "Would you like a cup?", I asked Carla.

"No thanks, I just poured myself one."

"Carla, let me ask you a question. If you thought somebody you knew's husband or wife was having an affair, would you tell them about it before you knew for sure?"

"Hell no! I wouldn't take a chance on being wrong. Suppose you cause a fight between them and you were wrong. It would defeat the purpose of you being a friend."

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

"You talking about David, right?"

"Yeah. I know I'm right about his wife and Armacost."

"Yeah, but you better make sure. It's not like you'd be preventing anything if you told him. The damage is already done."

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

"Of course I am. That's why you asked me."

"So, let me ask you this, oh knowledgeable one, if a friend of yours came up and told you your husband was having an affair, would you believe them?"

"I would probably want some proof."

"That's what I was thinking too."

I walked back into my office and sat down behind my desk. What kind of proof do you present to somebody that their wife is fooling around on them, especially with somebody they don't like? Yeah, I know what you're thinking. I'm the private detective, I should know the answer to that. Well, actually, I do know. The real question I should be asking is what kind of proof can I get on Armacost and Stacy Schmidt?

I'd really like to know what Stacy Schmidt sees in a guy that much older. Of course, I could be asking what Carla sees in me. I guess I could ask what Holly Armacost sees in me too, right? I hate admitting this, but maybe there really is a lot of truth to women being attracted to there father. What do they call that, the Oedipus Complex? Leave it to good 'ole Sigmund Freud to haunt me about something like this. I'm not as old as Armacost, and I'm better looking. No ego, just fact. Of course Stacy isn't 22 or 23 either. Stacy was obviously attracted to David, who is significantly older. I'm not complaining or anything, but I better just watch my own "glass house" before I start looking at problems in others.

I walked back out to Carla and pulled up a chair. I waited for her to finish the sentence or paragraph of whatever she was typing. This was my normal courtesy when I wanted to talk. She knew it. When she got to that point, she stopped and looked at me. "Do you want to lay on the couch?", she asked with a chuckle.

"I might. I may need it."

"Oh, oh! Why? What's wrong?"

"I don't know if it is anything wrong, but..."

Carla looked a little worried, like maybe I was getting ready to brush her off. "This isn't really a question about us, at least not directly."

"Well, I'm glad to hear that."

"I just want to use us as an example in trying to find the answer to something."

"Okay. Fire away." Carla leaned back in her chair.

"What is it about me that you are attracted to? What I mean is, what is it about older men that attracts girls, younger women?"

Carla looked me straight in the eyes for a moment. I saw anger, confusion, sorrow, all at the same time.

"Let me explain it a little better. Mrs. Armacost, Teresa, is quite a bit younger than Benjamin. Stacy Schmidt is quite a bit younger than David. Now it appears she is attracted to Benjamin Armacost. I'm trying to figure out why."

"And you think the answer may be in me falling in love with you, right?"

"Well, yeah. That's kinda the idea. That is if I'm looking at this correctly."

"I don't really know. I think there are different reasons. How do you know it's not the man's fault?"

"Ooops! I didn't expect that." I had to think about this for a minute. "Well, I know what the man thinks, a younger woman."

"Okay. And you don't think that the man can make it more attractive to the younger woman?"

"Well sure, but the younger woman must want to be attracted to him, right? That's why I was asking about us. If you remember, I wasn't exactly chasing you around or anything. You pretty much came after me."

"Yeah, sort of. But there's a difference in love and ... whatever you call what attracts younger women. Like money."

"Money? David is doing pretty well."

"Power."

"Power could be something. But I still can't imagine giving up a happy marriage for more money and power."

"See, you don't know women as well as you think you do. Women go for love, money, and power in that order. When the one on top falls apart, one of the succeeding ones take over. If she finds a man that has more money AND power, it can cancel out the love."

"Fickle."

"Yup! That a woman. You see, Teresa has as much or more money than Benjamin. She's a threat to him because she doesn't need him for his money."

"Love?"

"Well that's probably most of it. At least she thought it was. She could buy him several times over. That's power. God help him if he scorns that woman."

"Is she that loaded?" I was interested in how much Carla found out.

"Oh yeah! Her daddy was not only a big name attorney, he was a "silent" partial owner of a professional football team, which she has kept a vested interest in."

"But doesn't Benjamin have an interest in that now that she inherited it?"

"Oh no! That's the good part. Her daddy wasn't a fool. Before she married Benjamin, remember this is years ago now, Stone made sure there was a prenuptial agreement. He can't touch anything her father left her. The way it was done, even the things her father obtained after their marriage, was included."

"That's funny. I didn't think those things counted."

"It all depends on the prenupt and how it was worded. Benjamin was stupid enough to agree to it."

"Stupid enough, or in love enough."

"Good point. Or thought he could beat it somehow."

"You figure, Carla, if they've been married for, what, 25 years? He was probably just getting started. Her father had been around the block a few times by then."

"Yeah! Good for him."

"I think I'm gonna cruise up that way tonight, just to see what's up. Wanna tag along?"

"Sure. Hoping David goes out?"

"Yeah. I don't know what he has planned, but I hope it's poker night or something."

"And of course, if Benny decides to go for a walk..."

"Exactly."

"It would be nice to see where he goes or what he does."

"Yes it would."



Mick the Dick Ch. 12



Around 4 o'clock I decided it was time to take off for the night. We had things to do, like catch Armacost sneaking over to David Schmidt's house to do his wife. Carla turned on the answering machine and locked up the office as I pulled my truck up to the front of the building. We drove downtown and I pulled into the same spot I used Tuesday when I followed Armacost home. It worked once, it should work again. 

On the way, we stopped by a hamburger joint to pick up dinner. We were tucked away in the shadows of the buildings just waiting for Armacost to leave. Sure enough, just about 5:30, the black Lincoln pulled out of the garage. I had finished eating the burger but was still sucking away on my chocolate shake when Carla noticed Armacost's car.

"Mick, there he is."

"Yup! I see him."

I dropped the truck into drive and pulled out into traffic just a few cars behind the Lincoln. It was déjà vu as we made our way to the freeway. This time, I wanted a jump on Armacost. As we got to the bottom of the on-ramp, I had the opening next to me. I took the first, then the second, then the third lane. Armacost tried to do the same but got stuffed by a larger truck. He ended up behind me.

"And who says you can't follow from the front?" 

"Who's that in the car with him?"

I hadn't noticed it until Armacost pulled in behind me. Holly was on the passenger side. "It looks like Holly."

"It sure does," Carla replied.

I was hoping she wouldn't recognize my truck. After all, how many red sport utilities are there? Just playing it safe, I went into the center lane and let Armacost drive past me. Holly never even glanced over. It looked like it worked. Even if she had noticed, I didn't think she'd be stupid enough to let on to her father that she knew me. 

"I don't think the little ditz even noticed," Carla said with a smirk.

"Either that or she was smart enough not to react."

"Ooo. Getting a little defensive, are we?"

"No, not at all. I'm just not jumping to a conclusion like that." I try to never "assume" anything, especially when there's a woman involved. I made sure I didn't act defensive.

Playing it safe, or stupid, I got off at the first exit to Armacost's house. Yeah, it was a little risky, but considering Holly was with him, I didn't think there was much chance that he'd stop off somewhere with her. As I drove past the house, Armacost was already inside. The black Lincoln was parked just outside the garage. The Schmidt house, not to be confused with an outhouse, looked secure. The garage door was down, so I couldn't see how many cars were in the garage. Frankly, I hadn't done all of my homework. I didn't know what type of cars David or Stacy drove. I didn't even ask if Stacy worked. It made it hard to tell if anybody was home.

I drove past Schmidt's house and found a spot where I could keep an eye on both houses, yet could be relatively inconspicuous. Parked cars on a street like this are not too common, so I had to be a little further away than I'd have liked. I also stayed facing away, letting the dark windows do their job. If I'd have turned the truck around, facing Schmidt's and Armacost's houses, it increased the chance that someone driving up the road would see us.

About 7:00 o'clock, a silver colored Mercedes convertible came up the street and turned into Armacost's driveway. "There's Mrs. Armacost."

"So the Armacost household is accounted for." Carla said as if making a mental note. 

I could see Teresa pull up to the garage as the door opened automatically. Once open, she pulled her car inside. There are two, two car garage doors to the Armacost garage. Only the one side opened, indicating to me that there were "his and hers" doors. The Lincoln was pulled up in front of the one that didn't open. From our angle, I couldn't see any other vehicles inside. I was still curious as to why Holly came home with her father tonight. Maybe it was coincidence or convenience. But then again, maybe she was doing her own snooping.

I was just finishing the last of my cold fries at just before 7:45, when a silver Land Rover came cruising up the street. It pulled into Schmidt's driveway and up to the garage. I couldn't see the garage door but through the window I saw a light come on in the garage as the sport ute drove up the driveway, so I guess they have an automatic opener. 

"Damn! I couldn't see who was driving, could you?", I asked Carla.

"No. I couldn't tell."

I quickly started the truck and made a U-turn hoping to see if there were any other cars in the garage and hopefully see if it was David driving the car. Carla slid around in the seat so she could help look. As I drove past, the garage door was already closing, but Carla got a look at a black convertible parked next to the Land Rover.

"It looked like a Cadillac, but I'm not totally sure. It was something like that."

"Good work schweetheart."

The good thing is that Schmidt's house only has a two car garage, and both slots were taken. Chances are, both of the Schmidts were home. On my previous cruises past the house I hadn't noticed any cars parked outside.

"He didn't waste any time closing the door did he?"

"Nope. I love a good safety conscious person... except when I'm trying to see what they're doing."

"Safety conscious or paranoid?"

I made another U-turn once I was out of sight of the two houses and went back to my spot. It was just getting dark and I didn't want to miss any action. And from the amount of action, I could have missed it if I'd blinked too slow. 

At just about 9:15, the one garage door on Armacost's house opened. With the help of my trusty binoculars I watched Benjamin Armacost, a trash bag in hand, walk out and disappear around the back corner of the house. A few seconds later he reappeared and got in his Lincoln.

"Ah hah! Wonder where he's going," Carla said as I reached around and started the truck, never taking my eyes off Armoacost. I had no sooner started the truck when I turned it back off once again. Armacost had pulled his car into the garage.

"Damn!"

As I waited for the garage door to close, Benjamin shocked me once again by walking out of the garage. He seemed to look around, almost as if he thought he was being watched. I saw the glow of a small flame, "a match or a lighter", as he stared towards the Schmidt's house. After lighting what appeared to be a cigar, he began a slow walk down the driveway towards the street. When he got down to the sidewalk, he stopped and looked around some more, paying special attention to the Schmidt house. He stood at the end of the driveway smoking his cigar for what must have been about twenty minutes and then he began his slow trek back up the driveway to the house. He stood outside the garage and finished the cigar, before flipping the butt over towards the Schmidt's property.

It was around 9:45 when he went back inside and closed the garage door. Carla and I stuck around until 10:15, just to make sure nobody snuck out of either house to play the old Romeo and Juliet gig outside the other's bedroom window. 

It was a little before 11 when we were in the vicinity of Murphy's, so we decided to drop in for a quick nightcap. For a Thursday night, Murph had a good crowd on hand. Must have been a good ball game or something on. I found a parking spot around back.

As we went in, I noticed the normal crowd was sitting at the bar. It seemed like all of those who stop in a night or two decided to make Thursday one of those nights this week. We worked our way through the crowd to the back of the bar, exchanging handshakes and hugs with some along the way. Of course, Carla received a significant number of hugs more than me, probably being that the male to female ratio was around 10 to 1. 

As I got to the end, Murph whistled and handed a stool over the bar to me. My space was still open. Charlie, another of the regulars, moved his bar stool a little to the left so I could put mine against the wall at the very end of the bar. 

"Thanks Charlie."

"Don't mention it, Mick."

I looked at Carla, "Ma'am, your seat awaits." I motioned for her to take the stool. 

"That's okay, you can have it."

"No. Go ahead. I'll stand." I grabbed Carla by both arms and lifted her up onto the stool.

"Well, if you insist."

Mick brought over our usuals; my bourbon with a beer chaser and Carla's tequila, straight up. 

"So, do you think he was trying to see if David was home, or what?", Carla inquired.

"I was trying to see if they have some type of signal. A light left on, something."

"You still think it's her though."

"Yeah, unfortunately I do."

Murph came over with a shot of tequila and put it in front of Carla. "This one's on the three gentlemen at the middle of the bar." Murph looked at me, "I hope you don't mind, Mick."

"Mind? Why would I mind? That's one less I have to buy her."

Carla gave me a shot to the ribs with her elbow.

"Do that again and it might be your last one." I gave her a little kiss on the cheek.

Carla leaned over to see who they were. Naturally, I gave a casual glance that direction. She picked up her shot and lifted it as a little toast. The three "gentlemen" looked like they were barely out of high school. But then again, they were probably closer to Carla's age then I wanted to admit. They chuckled to each other and gave her a toast back. Carla drank the shot in one gulp.

The three "youngsters" looked at each other, chuckled some more, and motioned for Murph to come to them.

A couple minutes later, Murph came back to us and put 2 more shots down in front of Carla. He looked at Carla, "You have admirers. These are on them." Murph looked at me, "They asked who you were, I told them her boss. Was that okay?"

"Sure, as long as they're buying. Do you know who they are?"

"A couple of the college kids I think."

"That figures."

"Oh leave them alone, they think they're being nice," Carla said to me over her shoulder. 

The one stood up and walked our way. As he turned the corner of the bar, I moved to the space between Charlie and Carla. When he got to me, he tapped me on the shoulder, "Excuse me, Pops. Can I get in here for a minute."

I looked at him square in the eyes. "No!"

"I want to talk to the lady."

"You have a big mouth. She can hear you from there. And by the way, my name isn't Pops."

Carla spun around on her stool, "Hi, thanks for the drinks."

"You're most welcome. My friends and I were just leaving to go back to my place for some pizza and watch a movie. Would you like to join us?"

I couldn't help myself, "Isn't it past your bed time? Don't you have to get up for school in the morning?"

"I wasn't talking to you," he said.

I shot Carla a look, pretty much saying not to mess with him. She just smiled at me, "Well I don't know. What movie?"

"Whatever one you want to see. We have a bunch of them."

"I am kind of hungry," Carla said looking at me.

"What do you like on your pizza, a lot of sausage I'll bet."

"I don't think so. Thanks again for the drinks."

"Hey look, I bought those drinks for you, the least you can do is come over my place for some pizza with us." He placed his right hand on Carla's right knee. 

Strike one! I forgot to mention. Carla is a third degree black belt in two different disciplines of martial arts. One of which she has studied since she was eight.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." I warned him.

"Well you're not me. Who are you her father?" Oops, another comment about my age. Strike two!

Carla brought her elbow down onto his hand, just below his wrist. He let out a scream, grabbed his wrist, and yanked it out from under the vise Carla had made. I stepped out from my slot right in front of him. "Oh, excuse me. You did want to get here, didn't you?"

He spun towards me and grabbed my left arm with both of his hands. Strike three! You're out! Considering I'm right handed, that was a bad move. "Murph! Call 911 for an ambulance." 

I clamped my right hand over his hands and twisted to my right, flinging him into the wall behind Carla, head first. His two friends were rapidly making their way in our direction. As they turned the corner at the end of the bar, they both ran into Murph. Ah! The cavalry has arrived. 

I don't think I described Murph to you. He's about 6 feet 2 inches tall, weighs about 260 pounds, wears a size 38 inch pants and a size 54 jacket. His upper arms are quite literally twice the size of my thighs. 

"Gentlemen! Your friend slipped and fell. Don't make the same mistake," Murph belted out in his lowest meanest growl.

Both of them came to a screeching halt when they realized death was inches from their faces. I reached down and picked up the one on the floor behind Carla by his collar. He felt like a rag doll at first. I shook him to make sure he was awake. Actually, I wanted to make sure he was alive. "Now, first, I want you to apologize to this lady."

"For what?!?"

"First, for making a nuisance of yourself. Second, for the obscene and offensive comment you made about what she likes on her pizza. And third, and most importantly, for touching her."

"I'm... I'm sorry!", he said quietly.

"No, no, no! I want you to say it and mean it."

"I do mean it. I'm sorry."

"Okay, and now I want you to apologize to me."

"Fuck you! For what?"

"For making inappropriate comments about my age and not addressing me by my correct name. And then for making improper advances towards my girlfriend."

Carla looked at me, "Girlfriend?!?" She looked at Murph, who had also picked up on my slip of the tongue. "Murph, you're my witness. He called me his girlfriend."

"I heard him. That's as close to a proposal as you'll get from Mick Pheury." Murph said with a laugh.

"Mick Pheury??? You're Mick Pheury? The private detective?" The youngster asked as he slid away from the wall. "I'm sorry Mister Pheury. I didn't know... I'm... I'm sorry." As he grasped his right hand, the one I think Carla shattered the bones in, he turned to Carla, "Ma'am, I'm sorry."

"And now, apologize to all of these great patrons of this fine establishment." This was coming off too good not to take advantage of it. I let go of him.

"I'm sorry! I must have had too much to drink!"

He squeezed past me as Murph lowered the draw bridge he put up between me and his friends. The three of them walked out to the laughter of the regulars in the joint. 

"Murph, thanks," I said as I straightened my clothes.

"Don't mention it. I only did it to keep from having to fix everything you would have broken."

"Damn, Pheury," Carla said, "I thought you threw him through the wall."

"Not even close. I just wanted to defend my lady's honor."

"Girlfriend, now your lady? Next thing, you'll be down on one knee in front of me."

"You had to ruin the moment didn't you?"

"I'm only kidding with you, Mick. I'm just joking."

Carla sat back down on her stool. Chuck hadn't even budged from his seat. I took my place at the bar between them. Carla leaned towards me and kissed me. "Thanks, Mick."

"Anytime, anyplace."

"Here Pheury. These are on me," Murph said as he placed another round in front of us.

"I should be buying, Murph. You probably saved my life tonight. If those two would have gotten ahold of me..."

"Yeah, they'd have been like my killer German Shepherd, they'd have licked you to death."

We all laughed at that one.

"By the way Murph, is the kitchen still open?"

"Only for munchie kind of food. The cook went home at ten."

"How about some nachos?"

"We can do that." Murph yelled over to one of the waitresses to fix an order of nachos. 

A few minutes later Murph brought over the nachos. We cleaned the plate in what seemed to be seconds. Of course, Chuck helped. As a matter of fact, so did Murph.

The bad part was that this was exceptionally fine nachos. You can tell when Murph has had a steak special that didn't go as well as planned. He usually piles up beef strips on the nachos. It ends up being more like fajitas. It must have had two pounds of beef on it.

Carla caught my attention and just smiled, "It's after midnight."

"So?"

"So, that boss of mine, you know the way he is. I have to get home and get some sleep."

"Oh, just tell him to go to hell. Threaten to quit. That will do it."

"Oh, yeah, right. He'd hire this ditzy little blonde bimbo he knows. She'd work for him." Carla laughed.

"Carla, I've warned you about talking about our clients like that."

"Oh, that's right. She is a client isn't she? I keep forgetting." I could tell she was sincere.

"You really are jealous of Holly, aren't you?"

"Jealous? Ha! What do I have to be jealous of. Unless you start calling HER your girlfriend."

"How do you know I haven't?" I just gave her my most evil grin.

"Ooo! Pheury! If you ever... If I ever hear you... Ooo!"

I got her that time. Of course, I probably got myself too. Oh well!

We finished our drinks. I settled the tab with Murph. I patted Chuck on his bald head. Then we left saying our farewells on the way out.

When we got to my truck, I opened the door for Carla. She slid up and into the seat. I closed the door and walked around to my side and got in. I started the truck and Carla leaned across and kissed me.

"I'm sorry if I pissed you off about Holly."

"You didn't piss me off. I don't know why you don't like her. She's a client. That's all."

"I don't know Mick. You wouldn't understand. It's a woman thing. I can tell by the way she looks at you and the way she says your name."

"Carla, you only saw her once."

"That was enough. That's all it takes. A woman can tell what another woman is thinking."

"Carla, she's not my type. I'm not her type."

"Bullshit! You may not think she's your type, but I bet she can make you think she is."

"Don't worry your pretty little head off about her."

I pulled out of the parking spot and Carla put her seatbelt on, but slid the shoulder strap under her arm as she leaned across and put her head on my shoulder.

As I pulled out from the alley onto the road I noticed a car pull out from across the street from Murphy's. The way the headlights opened when the lights came on, I knew it could only be one car; a Corvette.



Mick the Dick Ch. 13



It normally only takes a few minutes to get to Carla's apartment, but I decided to take a more scenic route. Carla had dozed off, so she wouldn't know, as long as I didn't make any real erratic moves. 

If it was Holly in the Vette tailing me, I sure in hell didn't want her to find out where Carla lived. I also didn't want Carla to see Holly following us. I've cut things close enough for a while.

Normally I avoid streets that have a lot of red lights. But this way had quite a few. I was hoping to catch one changing to red so I could let the Vette get caught. As usual traffic signals never do what you hope. I caught a red signal at the one street. The Vette was still a half block behind me. I had to find out if in fact it was following me. I made a right turn on red, went to the first alley, made another right, and killed the lights. I saw the Vette go past the alley. It was the same as Holly's. I backed out and went the opposite direction from when I turned in. I could see the taillights of the Vette still going away from me in my mirror. I made a left and then turned my lights back on. I went back to the normal route to Carla's.

As I pulled up in front of the building, I gently shook Carla. "Hey, schweetheart. We're home."

Carla woke up, sat up, stretched, and looked around. "Oh, my place. I thought you were going to abduct me and take me to your place."

"Not tonight dear. You said you wanted to get some sleep, didn't you? Remember, that boss you work for."

"Oh yeah. Him." Carla stretched one more time. "Are you sure you don't want to spend the night here? It's closer to the office. I could give you a little exercise to help you get to sleep." She put her hand on my leg and slid it up to my cock. "You know, exercise!"

Carla leaned over and kissed me hard while she squeezed my cock. I could feel my cock stiffen. "Well, I could, but I know tomorrow is going to be a long night."

"Yeah, but look at the time you'd be saving. Sleep here, go to the office for a while. Go home to change and then you'd be ready to go once you pick up the limo."

You know, she made perfect sense. But how much sleep would I get.

Then Carla smiled at me and gave me inspiration, "Of course. I could follow you to your house. We could exercise for a while and then go to sleep and I could let you sleep a while in the morning."

Having one woman following me around is one thing, but two? "You know, maybe staying here tonight is a good idea. Why don't you get out here, let me go park in the garage, and I'll be right in."

"You won't take off on me will you?"

"No, no. Wait for me in the lobby."

Carla leaned over and kissed me, opened the door and got out. I made a U-turn and pulled into the garage. Once I found a parking spot, I called Holly on her cell phone. Yeah, I know it was after 12:30 in the morning.

"Hi Mick. Do you know what time it is?"

"Yeah, I know. Holly, I'm not going to my house tonight. Okay? Don't follow me around, you'll get me in trouble."

"Oh, I take it that means you're not alone. Carla?"

"Yes, I was with Carla when you started following me."

"Mick, I wasn't following you. I'm home, at my parents. I've been here all day. I got a ride home with my father."

"Well then, who's driving your car?"

"I hope nobody. It should be in my father's garage at his building downtown."

It sure looked like hers, and there are very few around like it. "I'm sorry Holly. It must have been one like yours." I'd better apologize just in case it wasn't her.

"Mick. Are you getting paranoid?"

"I don't know, maybe a little."

"I'll take that as a good sign. At least I know you're thinking of me."

"Oh, I was thinking of you alright. I gotta go. Carla is waiting for me."

"Okay Mick Pheury. Will I see you tomorrow?"

"If you go to your parents' party, you might."

"That might just be what I needed to go. I'll see you there."

"Okay, but remember, you only know me as far as the other night when your father introduced us."

"I got it. Oh, and Mick?"

"Yeah."

"I really do love you."

"Yeah, I know Holly, I know. I'll see you tomorrow."

I got out of the truck and locked it up. I walked into the lobby and Carla was at the door watching. 

"Who was that?" 

"Who was who?" I had to play dumb.

"You had to call her, didn't you?"

"Who?" I looked over at the security guard, "Good evening Mark." Mark nodded.

"Holly. What, did you have to call her to tell her you weren't meeting her at your house?"

"Carla, what the hell are you talking about? I was checking my voicemail." I hated lying to her, but I didn't want to get into it with her about Holly. "If you remember, I told them I'd give them a daily report. I didn't give them one today..."

"So you do it at 1 in the morning?"

"No! I checked to see if either of them called to see why I hadn't done it."

"She's probably at your house now, isn't she?"

"Alright, that does it. Come on." I motioned to the door. "Let's go."

"Where?"

"My place. If I have to prove it to you."

"Alright, let's go.", she said, accepting my challenge.

The security guard looked at us like we were crazy. "Good night Mark." We went back out to my truck. This time I didn't even open the door for her. She got in on her own. 

I made the half hour trip in about 20 minutes. We didn't say a whole lot to each other. I pulled up in the driveway and parked the truck. I got out and waited for her. I unlocked the door and turned off the alarm system. 

"Here you go, take a look around."

Carla threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. She started unzippering my jacket and shirt before I had a chance to do anything.

"What the hell is this all about?", I asked.

"Nothing. I just wanted to see if you would bring me here, that's all."

"Bring you here? I told you we could do that."

"I know, but then you started hesitating and making excuses why we shouldn't."

"No I didn't. You were the one making excuses why we should stay at your place."

"Well we're here now. What about some exercise."

I picked her up and carried her through the house and into my bedroom.

By the time we got there, Carla had my shirt completely unbuttoned. I laid her on the bed. The truth of the matter is that I almost threw her onto the bed. It's a good thing it is a California King. She almost bounced off. She pulled off her top and undid her pants. I pulled off her boots and then helped her off with her jeans. Then I finished getting out of my clothes. 

Carla rolled over off the bed and stood up. "Hold on a second. I didn't check the bathroom."

She took me by surprise. "Check it for what?"

"You've seen it in the movies, the lover always hides in the shower." She ran into the bathroom and closed the door.

"Okay, so if she wanted to check to see if somebody, most likely Holly, was hiding in there, why close the door.", I said as if talking to myself.

"What was that dear? I couldn't hear you."

"Nothing, dear. Nothing at all."

I heard her flush the toilet and then run water. Okay, so it was time to get rid of the drinks from the evening. She came back out.

"You don't mind if I used your wash cloth and towel, do you?"

"Of course not." You know, it's amazing what the power of suggestion does to someone. I jumped up and walked towards the bathroom. It was time for me to unload the beers I had at Murphy's.

"Where are you going?"

"I wanted to tell Holly it was okay for her to hide somewhere else now."

"Ooo, you!" Carla heaved one of the pillows across the room at me.

While I was at it, I washed up a little too. Let's just call it reciprocity. 

When I came back out, Carla had pulled the sheets down and was fast asleep. I knew she was tired, she had already dozed off in the truck when we left Murphy's and that was probably why we didn't talk on the way here. Oh, well. It wasn't the first time I went to bed with an unsatisfied hard-on and I'm sure it wouldn't be the last. I pulled the sheets up over her and crawled in on the other side. I kissed her on the cheek and then rolled over away from her. One nice thing about a California King, even with another person, it's like having a bed to yourself.

I had no sooner rolled over when Carla rolled over towards me and put her arm around me. "Good night Pheury.", she said in a sort of dazed tone.

"Good night schweetheart.", I whispered back to her. She cuddled up against me and went back to sleep.

At 6:25, I was awakened, not by my alarm clock, but by a rather pleasurable feeling. I woke up half alert, as usual, but quickly realized what was happening. Carla was blowing me. 

"Wha... what the? Ooo wow!"

"Do you like your new alarm clock?", Carla asked as she took my cock from her mouth.

"Yeah! What a way to wake up."

"I figure I owe it to you, being I fell asleep on you last night."

"Yeah, how 'bout that, we're not even married yet, and already you're acting like an experienced wife."

"Now, Pheury, that isn't nice." She went back to sucking on my cock.

"Wait a minute." She stopped again. "What did you say?"

"What?"

"You said, "we're not even married YET!" What does that word YET mean?"

Oh, Shit! I did say that, didn't I? "Ahh, I guess it was a Freudian slip, maybe."

"Yet. I kinda like the way you said that. It makes it sound like there might be some hope for me yet."

Carla slid my cock almost all the way into her mouth a couple of times and then looked up at me. "Well is there?"

"Is there what?"

"Hope for me?"

"You know this isn't exactly fair, don't you? You're asking me something that you know under these conditions I am going to answer the way you want."

"I know. So is there?"

"Yes Carla, there may be SOME hope for you YET!"

Carla climbed on top of me and slid my cock inside her pussy. She rode me slow and sensual. She had her eyes closed as she rolled her hips, allowing my cock to plunge deeply inside her. "You know, I bet you I could get you to propose to me right now."

"I wouldn't bet on that."

"You don't think I could?"

"Why would you want to ruin a good mood by bring up the "M" word?"

"I just want you to know what you could have every day."

"I'd bet you Holly would make me the same offer." Oops! Have you ever said something and the instant you finish saying it you knew you were fucked?

Carla stopped fucking me and just froze. She glared down at me, right in my eyes. I could feel her muscles tighten up around my cock as if she was trying to strangle me.

"Why did you say that? Why did you have to mention her name? Right here, right now?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. I just meant... Oh, never mind. I'm sorry."

Carla climbed off of me and off the bed.

"Carla! I'm sorry, please come back." I fucked myself but good this time. I jumped out of bed, nearly broke my neck when I hit the hardwood floor and slipped trying to catch up to her before she got to the bathroom door.

"Carla, honey. Please wait!"

"Fuck you, Mick!"

"Carla, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to mention her name. I was just trying to say there are any number of girls out there that could use sex to manipulate a guy into proposing." Oops! I did it again.

Carla stopped dead in her tracks. I damned near ran into her. She spun around and pointed her finger at me. "If you think for a minute I was trying to use sex to manipulate you, think again buster. I don't need to fuck you to get you to do anything. Damn it, Mick! I love you! I really and truly love you. If that isn't good enough for you, I don't know what is."

"Carla! Please! Shut up a minute and listen to me."

"Don't tell me to shut up!"

"Oh fuck it! Just forget it." I turned around and walked away. The one thing I can't take is an argument with a woman about love. There's no way a man can win. At least I'm smart enough... well let's say experienced enough to know when to quit. At least most of the time. 

"Where are you going?"

"To use the other bathroom. I have to get ready for work. So do you."

I started the shower in the main bathroom, leaving Carla to use the one off the master bedroom. After I got in I started thinking. Funny, how the night before, Carla could make all kinds of insinuations about Holly, serious or not, and I had to take it in stride. Yet, I slip and use her name, trying to make a point and it was wrong. I knew it was wrong when I said it. It's a shame I didn't think about it before I said it.

I was standing in the shower letting the hot water splash me in the face when the door suddenly opened. Carla stood there staring at me. I could tell she had been crying.

"Mick, I'm sorry. Can we try this again?" She started to step into the shower with me.

"Come on in."

"I know I shouldn't get so jealous. I don't know why I do. I told you I'm not used to this. You've been married. You've had relationships."

"Wait a minute, you're making me sound like Don Juan or something."

"No! No! I don't mean it that way. See what I mean? Everything I do when it comes to love turns out wrong."

"I thought you were off to a good start this morning."

"Love, not sex!"

"Oh. See, I get the two confused sometimes too."

"I don't know what came over me when I dared you to propose to me. The other night I told you I wasn't ready for marriage. I told you I wanted to make sure you had your space. I told you I know you didn't want to be tied down to just one woman again. Right?"

"Yes. That's what you said."

"And here I am 2 days later trying to get you to propose. See? I'm fucked up."

"Carla, you are not fucked up. You're in love. Like I said the other night, you are probably in love with the wrong guy." Carla started shaking her head. "Not the wrong guy, but you could do better."

"Mick, I told you the other night, you are the right guy for me. When I first started getting interested in boys, my mother had a nice long talk with me about "the right guy". She told me not to rush things and that when Mr. Right came along, I would know it."

Wait a minute! I felt like déjà vu. What is this, some conspiracy that they teach at "Mom School" or something?

"I didn't rush into this. Shit! We've known each other for 4 years now. I think I know you by now."

"But Carla, we've never even really dated or anything."

"So? What's stopping us. We've done dinners. We've gone to a couple of ballgames. We've gone to meetings and conferences that were like mini-vacations. And god knows we know what each other are like in bed. Instead of proposing, how about asking me out on a date. A real date. Dinner, a movie, dancing..."

Now picture this; we're standing naked in a shower, washing each other. "Carla, what are you doing tomorrow night?"

"Nothing. Why?"

"How would you like to go out with me?"

"Do you mean like on a date?"

"Exactly, like on a date."

"I'd love to."

"Good, I'll call you at work and let you know what time I'll pick you up."

Carla just looked at me, "Are you making fun of me?"

"No! I'm asking you to go out with me."

"Okay!" She gave me a hug and a kiss."

"Well, at least the big question is already out of the way.", I said with one of my smart-ass grins.

"What's that?"

"Whether you kiss on the first date or not."

"Ooo, Pheury! Now you are making fun of me."

"No I'm not. I'm making fun of US."

We finished bathing and dried each other off. Carla started playing around a little, grabbing my dick and tickling me and stuff while I finished shaving. When I walked back to the bedroom, she was laying, still naked, on the bed with this "come fuck me look". 

"Do we have time to finish what we started?", she asked in a devilish tone of voice.

"Before our first date? I don't think so."

"Pheury!" She jumped up off the bed and charged at me, "I swear I'm going to kill you!"

I grabbed her as she got to me. We hugged and kissed for a few minutes. Then I pushed her away. "No. Really. Let's wait until tomorrow. If we're going to do this right, let's make it a real as possible." 



Mick the Dick Ch. 14



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Chapter 14

By the time we finished all of the arguing, making up, joking around, and everything else, it was going on 9 o'clock. Instead of fixing one of my fabulous gourmet breakfasts, I decided to treat Carla to breakfast at a little shop just up the street from the office.

The shop is a little "mom and pop" operation that makes their own bread, bagels, donuts, and other baked goods. On mornings, they can fix a breakfast that would make any mother proud. Eggs, a choice of bacon, sausage, or scrapple, and real, Southern style grits cooked just the way your mother did. Okay, so at least the way my mother did. But their best item is their coffee. These high priced fashionable joints can't hold a stick to this shop. As a cop, private or otherwise, I know good coffee.

We sat down in one of the booths towards the back of the shop. While looking over the menu, I couldn't help but ask, "Are we going Dutch on this?"

"Why?"

"Well, I didn't want this to go down as a date or anything."

"Pheury! Do you order your eggs different if you're going to wear them? Keep jerking on my chain and you are going to wish you did."

Carla was finally starting to lighten up a little and get back to being the old Carla.

"You know, when I asked you to go out with me tomorrow night, I was actually going to ask you to go out with me tonight, and then have to cancel because of the surveillance."

Carla gave me a little smirk. "That's okay. I was going to ask you if the only reason you asked me was because Holly stood you up."

We both were lightening up. You know? This might really be growing into something. 

"By the way," Carla brought up, "what is on the agenda for today?"

"Well, until 4, nothing in particular. I told Chuck I'd pick up the limo around 5."

I finished my second cup of coffee and paid the bill as Carla finished eating. We walked to the office and began our daily ritual of reading and answering emails. I bought pizza for lunch and before you knew it, it was 4 o'clock. 

I changed into my black suit and headed off to Chuck's to pick up the limo. "Damn it!" I almost forgot to call Carla to make it formal. I called the office from my cell. "Hi, Carla. It's Mick. Are you doing anything tomorrow night?" As usual, she had to be a smart ass and tell me she had a date with her boss. Well at least I kept my word and asked her out and didn't just expect it to be business.

I wanted to get to Chuck's a little early, just in case it needed anything, gas, a bath, I wanted to get there a little early. There is nothing worse than trying to blend in with the professional limo drivers and having a dirty car that makes you stand out. 

"Pheury, you ol' son of a gun.", Chuck said as he walked towards the door to meet me.

"Chuck, 'ol buddy, how the hell are you?"

" I'm doing good. Ready for a little work?"

"Oh, yeah! Always ready. I really appreciate this Chuck. I really do."

"Don't mention it. I'm just glad to help out. Even though Louie is a little upset at me."

"Louie? How come?"

"Freddie Castillo is a good tipper."

"I thought you didn't have anybody assigned to it when I asked."

"I didn't. He saw it up on the board later in the week. Don't worry about it. I gave him a bachelorette party instead. He'll have more fun."

"A bachelorette party? Hey, do you think Louie could take care of Freddie Castillo instead?"

"Not a chance."

"I didn't think so."

"Besides, Carla would probably kill me if I did that."

"Carla?"

"Sure. The word is out buddy boy."

"What word?"

"About you and your secretary."

"Where'd you hear about that?"

"Oh, I just happened to stop in Murphy's for a bite to eat and…"

"Sylvia?"

"Sylvia, Murph, the word is out."

"Oh well, so much for privacy."

"No, don't worry. Your secret is safe with me."

"There isn't any secret!"

"Whatever you say, Pheury. Anyway, here's the keys. I gave you the new Lincoln, if that's okay."

"Sure. That'll be fine. As long as Freddie Castillo likes it."

"I think he'll like it fine."

I took the keys from Chuck and went outside to see the new limo. It was a stretch, but not one of these wild "super stretch" things. This is more like you'd see a politician in, not a movie star. All black, very Chic, and clean.

I checked it over, inside and out. Not that Chuck would try to pull anything, but I would feel guilty if there was a mark on it after I finished with it. And Chuck even made sure the tank was full. 

I started the Lincoln and listened to the noises, or lack there of. I let it idle a few minutes. "Chuck, I'll take good care of it."

"I know you will, Mick. That's all I ask."

"By the way, are any of your other drivers being used tonight?"

Chuck thought for a minute, "Yeah. Don is picking up Mr. and Mrs. Whitman around 5 and taking them up to Armacosts. Don knows what's going on. He's cool about it."

"Okay, good."

I drove the shiny new limo around a while, learning it. One thing I have found, you can take two identical cars and they still have their own little quirks. Besides, it had been a while since I drove a stretch. 

Around 7:00, I went to the Armacost Building and pulled up outside. Around 7:20 I saw an older gentleman standing inside. I thought it was Freddie Castillo. It was. I walked around to the passenger side and opened the back door. I nodded my head at Mr. Castillo. He came to the door. And walked towards me.

"Son, I hope you don't mind. I'm waiting for someone. You don't mind if someone rides along with us, do you?"

"Not at all, Mr. Castillo. I'm all yours for the evening."

"It's Freddie, please."

"Okay, Freddie. I'll be waiting right here, whenever your ready."

"And what's your name? Or do you like Son?"

"Mick."

"Okay, Mick. It should only be a few minutes."

Just about ten minutes later this gorgeous, but a little over made-up blonde walked in the Armacost lobby. She kissed Freddie, they gave each other a hug, and then headed for the door. I took my cue and walked around to the passenger side again and opened the rear door.

"Mick, this is Shirley. Shirley, this is Mick, our chariot driver for the evening."

"Good evening.", I said to her.

"Hiya doll.", Shirley said back.

Freddie smiled and winked at me as Shirley slid into the back seat of the limo. "She's my ah… ah…"

"Niece?", I suggested.

"Yeah, niece. That's it."

"Lovely niece Mr. Cas… I mean Freddie."

Freddie just smiled as he crawled in next to her. Shirley was a high dollar girl. You can always tell by their voice and the use of proper English. I closed the door and walked around to the drivers door and got in.

"Any particular way you want to take Freddie?"

"Nope, just take us for a nice quiet ride to Benjamin's place. We have time, so take it easy. I don't like being the first one there."

"You got it."

I took my time through the city. I didn't jump on the freeway at the normal place. I drove all the way through downtown before jumping on. Freddie and Shirley, if that really was her name, started with some small talk. Up the road a bit I glanced back in the mirror and saw her head bobbing up and down on Freddie's lap. Freddie had his head back. When I entered the freeway, traffic was still heavy enough that I had to concentrate on my driving and not watch Freddie getting a blow job in the back seat. 

It was almost 8:30 by the time I pulled up in Armacost's driveway. I pulled up to the front door and got out. I walked around to the passenger side and opened the back door. Shirley was just finishing reapplying her lipstick after wearing it off on Freddie's dipstick. Freddie got out with a smile. 

"You can just back the limo around in front of the garage doors if you'd like." I recognized the voice. It was Armacost. "Then you can use the back door and grab a bite to eat in the kitchen."

"Yes sir. Thank you sir.", I said trying not to give myself away. Luckily, Armacost didn't look at me while he was telling me where to park.

I backed the limo around the corner and pulled up alongside another stretch. "The driver must be inside.", I thought to myself. I turned off the engine and sat there for a minute looking at the cars. Beemers, Benzes, a couple Lexuses, a Porsche, two Vipers, and two Corvettes. Two other Corvettes, Holly's was in the garage, I'm sure.

I walked around to the back door of the house. I was amazed at the back yard. A swimming pool, tennis court, and a putting green. It must be nice, huh? There was a guy carving the pit beef on the patio.

As I walked into the kitchen, Holly was getting something out of the refrigerator. I just stood by the door hoping she'd remember not to let on she knew me. The other driver was standing at the counter eating a sandwich. He turned towards me and motioned that he had his mouth full. 

"Um! Gulp Hi, I'm Don. You must be Mick."

Holly spun around and looked right at me. "That's right, Chuck said you'd be bringing the Whitmans up."

"Yes. Nice people."

Holly went back to getting whatever she was digging for. Then she turned back around to me. It was a bottle of beer. Some fancy import. No wonder she had to dig for it, her father must have buried it in the back. She checked to make sure nobody could see her and blew me a kiss and gave me a big smile. I smiled back. Don noticed my smile and turned around to see who I was smiling at.

"That's Mr. Armacost's daughter. Cute girl, but what a snob.", Don said.

"Snob? Why do you say that?"

"I tried to talk to her earlier. I must not be good enough for her."

"I didn't have a problem getting her to smile at me."

"I bet that's as far as you get with her too."

Oh, how I wanted to make a bet with him. Like his tips for the evening. But I didn't want to blow the surveillance just for that. "Yeah, you're probably right. I hate rich bitches anyway."

I fixed myself a beef sandwich and stood next to Don for a while. You know, I've driven for some real winners over the years. Some were genuine, others were full of bullshit. But having to put up with it was all part of the role I had to play. The guys, like Don, that make a living out of having to put up with it deserve a lot of credit.

"I'll be out in the car for a while.", Don said, "If they get ready to leave, would you come out and give me a heads up. I've been up since five this morning."

"Yeah, sure. Go right ahead. I'll let you know."

I finished grabbing some food. It was all pretty good. Some shrimp, potato salad, some kind of pasta conglomeration, and a cola. I was preparing for a long night. This looked like one of those all night shindigs the rich and famous throw.

I tried my best to stay out of sight. It was rather pleasant outside so I spent most of my time out by the patio. I talked to the cook a little, just to blend in. That put me in a good spot for watching the back door, garage, the limo, and of course, Schmidt's.

I was standing by the steps that lead down to the pool when I felt the presence of someone walking up behind me. "Would you like to go for a dip, mister?"

I had a feeling it would be her. "I'd love to, but I do so hate skinny dipping alone."

"You wouldn't have to do it alone, but I have a feeling some of daddy's friends would let him know there were a couple of people naked in his pool."

"From the looks of this crowd, they'd probably join us."

"Yucky!" There she goes with that technical jargon. "Knowing some of these folks, that could be gross."

I chuckled just thinking about it. "Yeah! I think you're right."

"Who'd you bring up?"

"Freddie Castillo and his… uh… niece."

"Mick, that's not his niece."

"Tell me something I don't already know."

"You know, he's usually the last one to leave, we could sneak up to my room and…"

"Holly!" Teresa Armacost yelled from the kitchen door.

Holly turned towards the door, "Oops! We better continue this later." Holly walked quickly back across the patio and disappeared through the door. I just hung around the patio for a while. Anybody around would barely pay any attention.

Around nine-ish, I noticed the garage door at the Schmidt house open. I could tell David was getting in the drivers side as the door opened. As the Rover backed out, I could see that he was alone. I watched as the garage door closed. But then something unusual happened, a light over a door next to the big garage door came on. "That's funny," I thought to myself. "if it had a motion sensor, it would have gone off when the car backed out of the garage. If it was tied into the automatic opener, it would have gone off when the door opened." There was already a spot light on that lit up the driveway and entrance to the garage. So, maybe that is the signal I knew existed. "Oh, Benny! It's safe to come over and play."



Mick the Dick Ch. 15



It didn't take Benjamin long to see the signal. I saw him come out on the patio, acting as if he were checking on the pit beef, but then he looked directly over to the Schmidt's house. That was all it took. He darted back inside for a few seconds and then came back outside. I was in the shadows created by a couple of big trees between the patio and garage. He never even noticed. Funny how a hard dick can deteriorate someone's vision. 

I have to give him a little credit. He got to the driveway and stopped to light a cigar. As if his smoking a cigar would affect all of the other smoking going on at the party. He looked around a little and didn't notice me. Just as he had done the night before, he started a leisurely stroll down his driveway. He got down to the sidewalk, stood there for a minute or so, puffing away on his stogie, and then started back, just a little quicker than he did on his way down. 

As he got back to where the limos were parked, Don opened the door and got out. "Shit!" Armacost walked past him on the way down and didn't even notice him sitting in the limo. 

"Good evening Mr. Armacost."

Benjamin almost jumped out of his shoes. "Err! Ah! Yes it is." 

"Damn it!" I thought, "Why the hell couldn't you have just sat there and kept your mouth shut. Better yet, why didn't you fall asleep."

"Getting a little fresh air?"

"Ahh! Yes. Just needed to get away for a few seconds. I have to deal with most of these assholes daily as it is. I hate having to listen to their bullshit on a night off."

"You hypocritical asshole!" I said under my breath.

"Yes sir, I know what you mean. Oh well. Have a nice evening."

"Yes, you too. Can I get you anything?"

"No sir. I was just going to get something to drink."

I slithered out from my shadow and towards the kitchen. I poured two glasses of cola and headed back out the door. As I got through the door I almost ran into Benjamin.

"Oh, Good evening Mr. Armacost."

"Hi, Mick. What brings you here?"

"Oh, I drove Mr. Castillo tonight." I turned my attention to Don. "Here Don, I was just bringing this out to you."

Don took the glass from me. "Thanks Mick. I was just coming in to get one."

"Did the two of you get enough to eat? There's plenty here.", Benjamin pointed out.

"Actually, I was going to ask Don if he wanted a sandwich."

"Yes, I'd love one.", Don answered.

"Go right ahead, help yourselves. There's plenty of beer and drinks at the bar too.", Benjamin offered.

"We appreciate it Mr. Armacost, but we can't while we're driving. The soda is just fine.", Don replied.

I couldn't help but smile. A true professional. I motioned Don towards the food in the kitchen. "Thanks, Mr. Armacost. We appreciate it."

"Don't mention it.", he replied as he started towards the main part of the house. As Don and I started towards the other side of the kitchen, Benjamin snapped his fingers as if he forgot something, turned, and went back outside.

I watched as he went back towards the limos. He stopped, looked around to make sure nobody was watching, and made a bee-line for the door with the light at the Schmidt's garage.

"I knew it.", I said.

"Knew what?"

"Nothing. Nothing. Just the amount of food."

As Don fixed himself a sandwich, I watched Benjamin enter the garage next door. "Go ahead and eat. Take your time and enjoy it. I'll be out at the cars."

"Okay," Don said, "I won't be long. I'll join you in a minute."

"Take your time. I have a couple of calls to make anyway." I walked outside to the cars and retrieved my digital camera from the trunk. I needed to see what was going on next door. I knew what, but I had to see to make sure. And I needed to document it.

I looked around and saw that the shadows I was hiding in when I watched Benjamin take his stroll, continued around the back of both houses. Oh the advantages of wearing a dark suit on an evening like this. While I had the opportunity I took advantage of it and made my way behind Schmidt's house. I was able to see inside the kitchen. There was Benjamin with Stacy Schmidt wrapped around him. She was wearing a black satin and lace corset, black stockings, and black high heels. 

Now, documentation. How to take care of letting Mrs. Armacost know. 

One important tool in every private detective's inventory has to be a good quality camera. These days, digital is the way to go. Not only is it cheaper than film, not having to pay for developing all of those shots that didn't turn out, but you don't have to worry about somebody liking what they see and developing a duplicate set. There have been a lot of evidentiary photos that have made their way on the internet.

I was glad to see that Mrs. Schmidt didn't mind the lights being on. One thing about digital cameras, they like a lot of light. I took a couple of pictures and then ducked out of sight to view the shots, just to make sure the settings were correct. They looked good to me. I took some more shots of Benjamin and Stacy kissing and feeling each other. 

Stacy stooped down in front of Benjamin, unzipped his fly, and undid his pants. She slid his pants down to his ankles and stroked on his cock a few times. Then she began blowing him. I took several pictures to show it was more than just a good neighbor helping with the dishes. From my angle, I couldn't actually see his cock in her mouth, but it was obvious what was going on. I'm sure she wasn't sewing a tear in his shorts with a needle between her teeth.

I now had the proof of what I had been hoping wouldn't be true. But I still didn't know why Stacy Schmidt would be interested in Benjamin Armacost. 

Benjamin lifted Stacy back to a standing position. He kissed her and then turned her away from him. She bent over the counter as he stepped out of his shoes and pants. He unbuttoned his shirt and slid out of it. He stood behind her as she bent over further across the countertop. I watched and photographed Benjamin rubbing his cock against Stacy's pussy and ass. He then pushed his cock inside her. As he fucked her, I snapped shot after shot. Once a private eye has a good quality digital camera it is important to have a lot of memory and batteries that hold a good charge. I made sure I had those also.

I felt so dirty taking these pictures, not because I was taking pictures of a couple engaging in sex, but because I know the woman's husband. Not as a client, but as a friend. My guilt was more out of how I was going to tell this friend of mine. Of course, maybe I wouldn't have to.

I hid in a corner of the yard that was almost completely blacked out. I took my cell phone from my belt and dialed David Schmidt's cell phone that he had written on one of his business cards. The phone rang 6 times and I thought for sure I was going to get his voice mail, but then he answered.

"David. It's Mick Pheury. Can you talk?"

"Sure, Mick. What's the matter? This is an unexpected pleasure."

"David, you remember me telling you about my investigation involving Armacost, right?"

"Of course. Why? What's up?"

"Where are you now?"

"I'm at a bar, watching a game with a few friends."

"Can you break away?"

"Yeah, sure. Why?"

"I'm up at Armacost's. I had to drive one of his friends up here tonight. I just saw him sneak over to your house."

"Pheury. That's not funny."

"I didn't mean it to be. I'm serious. Meet me outside. Park your Rover down on the street and meet me in Armacost's driveway, by the limos."

"Okay, Mick. But I warn you, this better not be some sick joke."

"It's not. I'll see you in a few minutes." I hung up.

Oh boy! I snuck back over to Armacost's house hid by the limos as if nothing was happening.

"Where have you been?"

"Fucking Armacost's daughter."

"Yeah, you wish."

"I had to go to the john."

"Oh. I figured as much when I didn't find you here."

David's Land Rover pulled up on the street. I quickly went over to a phone Armacost has in his garage. I called 911 and told them that there was a domestic argument at the Schmidt's residence.

"My name? Armacost, Benjamin Armacost." With all of the previous calls from him, who'd know? Hopefully, they also wouldn't hurry thinking it was just another neighbor complaint.

"Look, Don, you have to cover for me for a few minutes. I have to talk to this guy."

"Sure Mick. They'll be a while yet. The night is young."

That's kind of what I was hoping. I know police don't like hurrying to domestic calls. They hope it quiets down by the time they get there. I walked down the driveway to meet David.

"So what the hell's happening?"

"I found out who Benjamin's fooling around with."

"Somebody here? What's that got to do with me."

"No, next door."

"Who???"

"Mick, what the hell is this all about?", David asked.

"To save time, I have to be blunt. Right now, as we speak, Benjamin is banging Stacy in your kitchen."

"What??? And how do you know this?"

"I followed him over there. I'll tell you the whole story, but first I think it is important for us to catch them. Can we, I hate saying it this way, sneak inside?"

"Yeah, sure. But I hope you're right Mick. If not..."

"I'm sure. We have to be quiet."

"I will."

"I think it would be best if you catch them. But David, don't do anything stupid. You have the most powerful lawyer in the state by the balls. Don't foul it up by doing something stupid."

"I understand."

The two of us walked over to the door next to the garage door. It was unlocked. When we got inside the garage, I made a suggestion. "If we find them without tipping them off, I suggest you just stand there for a minute to see how they react. I'll be right there with you but trying to stay out of sight. I have to emphasize to you not to do anything stupid, okay?"

David agreed. The door to the house was also unlocked. It leads directly to the kitchen. They weren't there, although Benjamin's clothes were still there. David obviously noticed. "His clothes?"

"Yeah. Hey, I have an idea, if you'll go along with it."

"Sure! Anything at this point."

"Scare him out of here without his clothes."

"What? Without his clothes?"

"Yeah! He's got that big party next door with all kinds of influential and important people. A lot of them are his clients. It might open up some doors for you."

"Okay, but I'd rather just shoot him."

"Naaah! He ain't worth it."

"You're right. And at this point, neither is she."

"Once I'm sure you'll be okay. I'm gonna get everybody's attention next door."

"Okay, I'm sure I'll be okay."

We cautiously worked our way through the dining room, family room, and living room. They weren't in any of them. That leaves upstairs and the bedrooms. I went up the stairs first. David was right on my heels. I saw a light on in what turned out to be the master bedroom. The door was open. 

Sure enough, Stacy was lying on the bed face up with her legs spread wide open. Benjamin was lying between them fucking her for all he was worth, which wasn't saying much at that time. His net worth at that time is shit. I took a couple of quick pictures and then let David move in. He played it real casual, even though I knew it was tearing him apart.

After about a minute of watching his wife get pounded by an asshole he couldn't stand, David cleared his throat. It was instant fallout for Benjamin. His cock must have gone limp instantly as he jumped up from the bed.

"David!!! Oh my god!!!" Stacy yelled as she tried to get up from the bed. "David!! Let me explain!"

"Explain??? You can explain why the fuck MY wife is fucking the asshole from next door in MY bed?"

"David! Please don't do anything rash!", Armacost said in an obvious worried and scared voice.

"Rash??? Is killing you rash??? You son of a bitch!!! You have 3 seconds to get out of my house because that's how long it's going to take to get my gun and kill your sorry ass."

It was time for my departure. I ran down the steps, out the garage door, and across to the Armacost's. Don had dozed off behind the wheel of the limo he had driven.

"Hey, Don," I said as I shook him, "did you hear all of that commotion?"

"Huh? What? What commotion?"

"Next door. Sounds like they're having a hell of a fight."

"Oh yeah! I hear it." There actually wasn't anything to be heard, but the power of suggestion is a wonderful thing.

"I'm going to get Mr. Armacost to call the police." I walked around to the kitchen door. I looked for Teresa Armacost. She was talking to a group of the wives, girlfriends, and mistresses. I walked over to her.

"Mrs. Armacost. Where's Mr. Armacost? I think he might want to call the police. It sounds like your neighbors are having a terrible fight."

By that, the room emptied and everybody ran out onto the rear patio. Mrs. Armacost called 911. With two calls, now maybe they'd hurry.

I had barely gotten outside when you could already hear the sirens approaching. As the first police car pulled up in Schmidt's driveway, Benjamin came running out the kitchen door, stark, bare-assed naked. All of the women at the party screamed, not noticing who it was at first. David obviously didn't let him stop for clothes. The police officer yelled for him to stop and ran after him. Before he could get to his property, the police officer had tackled him.

"I'm Benjamin Armacost! God damn it, let me go! I live here!" Benjamin made a couple of stupid mistakes. He should have known better. When the officer picked him up, he pushed the officer. The officer put him back down on the ground. Then he tried to kick the officer.

"You stupid cop, I'll have your badge." Benjamin kept trying to kick and swing at the officer, even while on the ground.

"I don't care who you are." The police officer hand-cuffed Benjamin, picked him up, and put him in the back seat of his police car. Two other police officers had just gotten there. The officer that locked-up Armacost took a blanket from the trunk of his car and draped it over Armacost.

"What's going on?" "What was Benjamin doing over there like that?" Why didn't he have his clothes on?" There was a buzz of questions and some laughter.

David Schmidt casually walked outside and towards the police officers. He looked over at me and smiled from ear to ear. "Officers, I'm David Schmidt, this is my house. I can explain. I came home and thought that man was raping my wife. I think I startled him and he ran out as you got here. Thank you for catching him so quickly, but I think there may be a mistake."

"A mistake?", the officer asked. "There's no mistake."

"Well, I think that I caught my wife having an affair with my neighbor. That's all."

"That's all? Isn't that enough?"

"Yes, but it wasn't a rape."

"Well, even so. He can't run around the neighborhood nude. That's indecent exposure. And when a police officer tells him to stop, while he's running away, nude, he should stop. And then when he doesn't stop and is caught, he should fight the officer. That's resisting arrest and assaulting a police officer." 

David looked in the car and smiled at Armacost. "Okay, just so long as you know it wasn't rape. Adultery, maybe, but not rape."

Teresa Armacost walked over to me. "What the hell is going on, Mick?"

"Benjamin has been fuc... fooling around with Stacy Schmidt. That's who he has been sneaking off to see."

"Stacy Schmidt? When did you find out?"

"Tonight. I suspected it, but it wasn't until tonight that I found out for sure."

"He had to do this if front of all of our friends. This is so embarrassing."

By that, Holly walked over and put her arm around her mother's shoulder. "Mom, I'm sorry."

"You don't have anything to be sorry about Holly. I should have seen it."

I looked at Holly and mouthed "I'm sorry too." She nodded that she understood what I said.

"I will give you all the details later. Let me get a few things cleared up here first."

"What, did David walk in on them or something?"

"Yes! That's about it. I saw Benjamin go over there and I saw them in their kitchen. I'll tell you all about it, in a little while."

Stacy Schmidt walked out of the house with a house dress over her black corset. She still had on the black stockings and heels. It looked a little obvious and everybody from the party and the police officers picked up on it immediately.

"Officer, this is my wife, Stacy. She struck me when I was trying to find out what happened. That was after he ran from the house." David pointed to what was obviously going to be a black eye. 

"I only punched him when he called me a whore. I got mad."

"Sir, do you want to prosecute her?"

David took a few seconds to think about what he was doing.

"He doesn't want to prosecute me. I'm his wife.", Stacy blurted out.

"Yes, officer, I will prosecute her." She threw another punch at him, striking him on the right side of his face." David didn't even try to block it.

One of the other officers walked over and handcuffed Stacy. "You bastard! You just wait. You can't just have me arrested. It's your word against mine!"

"Sorry ma'am, but under the domestic violence laws we not only CAN arrest you, but MUST arrest you.", the officer said as he walked her to the police car and placed her in the back seat.

That officer then walked over to David and explained to him about court orders keeping her away from him and out of the house. David explained that he was an attorney and that he would be in court the first thing in the morning to take care of it.

I walked over to David. "I'm sorry that it happened this way."

"So am I, Mick. Did you know about her fucking Armacost all this time?"

"Not really. I thought it might have been going on, but I wasn't sure."

"I wished you'd have told me. Is that why you were asking me about the times I was getting home?"

"Sort of. It was actually those times that made me suspicious. I probably would never have put it together without that. What if I had said I think Stacy is having an affair with Armacost and I was wrong?"

"I'd have probably had your license revoked."

"That's why I couldn't do that. What are you going to tell the police how you found out?"

"I guess the truth."

"That's the best way. I wasn't hired by you, so just tell them that I called you to let you know Armacost was in your house with your wife."

"Okay. Keep it simple, right? But, Mick, why Armacost?"

"I still don't have the answer to that."

Teresa Armacost walked over to the officer that arrested Benjamin. "Officer, I'm Teresa Armacost. That's my husband. What's he being charged with?"

"Well, right now, indecent exposure, resisting arrest, and assault on a police officer."

"Officer, I'm very sorry he acted this way. He's an attorney..."

"Oh! He's that Armacost?"

"Yes, that's him. Not that it's an excuse. He should have known better." Teresa turned over her shoulder and smiled at Benjamin.

"Yes ma'am. Will you be putting up his bail?"

"Are you kidding? After what he did to me tonight? He can post it himself." Teresa turned and walked away from the police car.

"Teresa! Teresa! I'm sorry!!!", Benjamin yelled from the backseat of the police car.

"Mrs. Armacost!", the police officer with Stacy Schmidt yelled.

Teresa stopped and turned towards him. "Can you come over here for a minute. Mrs. Schmidt would like to say something to you."

Teresa walked around to the side of the police car. The officer held the door open so Stacy could talk. 

"Teresa, from one woman to another, I'm sorry this happened. I really am."

"Oh, I understand, Stacy. What was it that David called you?"

"He called me a whore. Do you believe that, his own wife?"

"Well, from one woman to another, he was wrong for calling you that. He should have called you a slut, whores do it for money." Teresa turned and walked away as the officer shut the door. 



Mick the Dick Ch. 16



By the time the police finished everything they needed to do, which didn't take too long, and Teresa finished embarrassing Stacy, and Benjamin finished embarrassing himself, the party had just about cleared out. Don did an excellent job with evacuating the Whitmans out of the area. Being an older couple and rather "well-to-do", it would have been a little too exciting for them. I was ready to evacuate myself, but had to worry about getting Freddie and his "niece" back downtown. And frankly, Freddie wasn't quite ready to go, so I had to stick around a little while longer.

Teresa Armacost was handling it rather well, all things considered. She didn't ask anybody to leave, even though most of them did. She apologized for the excitement, but not for Benjamin's actions. "He got himself into this mess, he'll have to get himself out."

Holly, on the other hand was quite upset. She was embarrassed, hurt, and pissed off all at the same time. She had gone to her room. I knew there wasn't much I could do, but I felt obligated to do something. I approached Teresa, who had just gotten off the phone and was still entertaining like the perfect hostess. "Mrs. Armacost, I noticed your daughter seemed pretty upset. I think I might be able to help her out a bit, that is, if you'd like me to try."

"That would be very nice of you, Mick. Do you know where her room is?"

"No, ma'am. Can you tell me?"

"If you go upstairs, her bedroom is the second one on the left. Mick, she and her father are very close. Be careful what you say."

"I will. If Freddie is looking for me..." 

"Don't worry about Freddie, I'll keep him occupied."

I just smiled as I started towards the stairs. When I got to the second floor, Holly's room was easy to find, it was the only door closed. I knocked on it twice.

"Who...who is it?", Holly asked. I could tell she was crying.

"It's Mick."

"Go away Mick. I don't want to see anybody right now."

"Are you decent?"

"Yes, but go away."

I opened the door. Holly was sitting on the edge of her bed.

"What part of "go away" didn't you understand?"

"The part after you said you love me." I smiled at her as I walked closer to her.

Holly cracked a smile. "Oh Mick. Why? Why did my father have to go and fuck things up like this?"

"Because he's a man. Men have a tendency to fuck up everything."

"Mick, I'm serious. Why is he fucking the lady next door? Why did he just fuck up his marriage to my mother? Why?"

"I wish I could explain it, Holly. Sometimes all of that power and money just goes to peoples' heads. I'm not making excuses for him or anything. To be honest, I think he was pretty stupid."

"So do I."

"Well, he did this to himself. It's nothing you could have done about it."

"I know, but..."

"No buts. This was totally his fault. You had nothing to do with it."

"I hired you."

"Yes, you did. But Holly, your mother hired me too. I'm not supposed to tell clients about each other, but under the circumstances..."

"I know."

"You know what?" She had me a little confused.

"I know my mother hired you. I'm not stupid."

"How did you know?"

"I knew it the day I hired you."

"Well why didn't you let me know that you knew?"

"I figured you had a reason for not telling me. I knew it was probably an ethics thing. And frankly, I wanted to see how much your ethics meant to you."

"Well how do you think I did?"

"Well, up until you just told me, pretty good." Holly leaned over against my arm and shoulder. "I'm glad you fessed up to me though. At least I know I mean more to you than your stupid old ethics."

Oh how I wish she hadn't said that. My lack of ethics is what got me started with her in the first place. 

"Does your mother know that you hired me too?"

"Hell no! She knows I know she hired you, but she'd really get pissed if she thought I was doubting her. You don't have to tell her do you?"

"No. We can work around that."

"Mick? Would you do me a favor?"

"Sure."

"Would you run downstairs and get me a drink? Something strong."

"Sure, but can I walk instead?"

Holly laughed a little, "Always joking around?"

"That's me." I stood up and walked out of her room and back downstairs. I found the bar and poured Holly a highball glass full of bourbon. No ice, no water, no soda, just bourbon. I think she needs it.

Teresa was talking to some of the guests that remained. She looked over at me and made it obvious she saw the drink. I mouthed to her, "It's for Holly", and pointed upstairs. She smiled and nodded indicating she understood. She walked towards the stairs and intercepted me.

"How is she?", Teresa asked with true concern.

"Oh, she's doing much better. She'll be fine."

"Thanks, Mick. You're a good friend." She kissed me on the cheek and walked back to her guests.

I walked back up to Holly's room. When I got there, she had slipped off the dress she had been wearing and had on a thin oriental silk robe. "I hope you don't mind if I got a little more comfortable."

"Not at all. It's your room." I handed her the drink.

"So, Mick. Why did my father mess around with Mrs. Schmidt? Do you even know?"

"Honestly, no. I don't. Like I said. It has to be one of those ego trips."

"I'm glad I know the truth, but I wish it had never happened. I have a feeling things are going to be a little rough around here. I know mom is going to get even with him somehow. You know, she's got more money than daddy?"

"That's what I understand."

"So I know she's going to do something to get even with him. She doesn't need the money, but I know she's going to take the house and whatever else she can get."

"Do you blame her? I mean, your father was the wrongdoer here."

"No, I don't blame her. I guess I still wish they would just forget it and go back the way things were a year ago."

"Holly, do you really believe this was the first time?"

"First time? What do you mean?"

"A man that fools around with someone as close as the next door neighbor, especially when there is a little bad blood between her husband and him, isn't doing this for the first time."

"Mick, I'm having a hard time with it only being once and now you're telling me that he has done this before? I don't believe you."

"I'm just trying to tell you..."

"I don't want to hear any more. You don't know my father the way I do."

"You mean the way you thought you did."

"What ever. Look, I want to be alone."

"Okay Holly, but what are you going to do tomorrow when all of your friends read about it in the newspaper?"

"What??? What do you mean, newspaper?"

"Did you know there were two reporters at the party tonight?"

"Reporters? What was that one of your ideas?"

"No, your father's. They are friends of his. Or maybe clients. I recognized them."

"Well, if they're friends or even clients, they won't say anything."

I couldn't help but laugh. "Oh Holly. You are so naïve. A reporter would sell their soul for a story like this. One of the most powerful men in the city gets caught cheating on his wife with the next door neighbor during a big party at his house?!? You're not that stupid."

"Alright, Mr. Pheury. Like I said, I want to be alone." 

I got up and walked towards the door. "And you can send me your bill in the morning."

I didn't say anything and just closed the door behind me on the way out.

I went back downstairs and passed Teresa on the way towards the kitchen. When I caught her eye I just shook my head and rolled my eyes back. She stopped her conversation and followed me into the kitchen.

"What's wrong?", she asked.

"She's one mixed up, upset young lady."

"I thought you said she was okay."

"She was, at least I thought she was. She's still trying to defend what he did."

"What? Is she trying to blame me?"

"No! Not you. I warned her that this was not the first time. A man doesn't get this extreme with an affair his first time out."

"I know. Mick, I wasn't totally honest with you about his affairs. I know he has had several over the last few years. Frankly, he fucks around on me all the time. Secretaries, clients, clients wives, you name it. I've always tried to stick with him. Mostly because of the kids. I guess that now that they've grown up, I can face reality once again."

"Holly is worried that you'll get revenge on him."

"Oh? She's worried about it? She doesn't need to worry. I will most definitely get revenge. I don't know how, but I will get revenge. I will fucking ruin him."

"About two years ago, I found out about an affair he was having. I changed the locks on the house. I made him move out. Holly and Ted were told he was involved with a big case and would be living closer to the office in an apartment. I threatened him with a divorce, the third time I did so during our marriage. I threatened to go public and kill his law practice. But being Holly had just started college and Ted was getting ready to, I couldn't do it to them. I let Benjamin move back in. I let him know that if I ever caught him again, I would divorce him very publicly. I thought he had listened, at least until a couple months ago."

"I also tried to warn her about the press. I told her there were at least two reporters here tonight."

Teresa laughed, "Two?? Try four. And the one is one of the best investigative reporters in the city. On top of it, she's never really liked Benjamin."

"Why was she here?"

"She's been shacked up with one of Benjamin's best friends for over a year now."

"Oh, I see. So chances are, the wake up news story is going to be about the wild party at Benjamin Armacost's house."

"That should be about the size of it."

"Hoo boy. I just hope Holly doesn't go off the deep end about this."

"I hope not also." Teresa paused as if contemplating to continue. "Mick? Can I ask you a personal question?"

"Sure. But I reserve the right to answer it."

"Is there a woman in your life?"

"Ahh. Umm." I hope it's not an inquiry for her. Why do you ask?"

"I think Holly is falling for you."

Oh, oh! This could be a problem. "Holly is a nice girl."

"You didn't answer the question."

"What makes you think she's falling for me?"

"Mick Pheury this and Mick Pheury that. You have been the only man she has talked about this week. If I didn't know better, I'd have thought she moved in with you."

"Oh, no. She hasn't done that."

"No, I just mean, Holly doesn't usually talk about men that much. I was just wondering if she has made a play for you. She has a tendency to go for older men, I guess she has some of her mother in her."

"To answer your question, there is one girl in particular in my life, but there isn't any formality in our relationship."

"Does Holly know about her?"

"Oh, I think so. She's my secretary."

"That's good, because sometimes I think she could fall in love too easily. She's a little naïve. I guess she gets that from her mother too."

"Naïve? You?"

"Yeah! Me. After all, I'm the one that thought Benjamin had learned his lesson. I guess this time I won't have to change the locks, he doesn't have any keys with him. Ooo! By the way, you don't think I should run any clothes down to him, do you?"

"Hell no. The police won't let him run around naked. They'll give him one of those nice bright orange, very chic jumpsuits to wear."

"Good, that's what I was hoping."

"You know, he'll probably be out in a couple of hours or so. The court will probably release him on his own recognizance, being who he is and all."

"What happens if he shows up here? Do I have to let him in?"

"Well, it is his house too. You can't legally keep him out and it's not illegal to break into your own house. But I don't think he'd be that stupid. I don't think he'll come home tonight. If he does, call the police. They'll try to convince him to stay somewhere for the night."

"I hope not. What should I do tomorrow? Or do I have to wait until Monday?"

"Well, I'm not a lawyer, but I'd say that's where you should start, with your lawyer. I take it you have one?"

"Oh yes. I still use the law firm my father was with. It pisses off Benjamin."

"That's good. Do that first thing, provided someone is in the office. I think they'll get things going."

"Hey Mick! I know this has been one hell of a party and all," I turned to see Freddy standing in the doorway, "but can I get a lift back downtown? I mean, if you've struck out with the goof ball's wife."

"Yeah, sure thing Freddie. Are you ready now?"

"Yep. Ready when you are."

"I'm ready. Grab your niece... I mean get your niece and I'll meet you out front."

Teresa grabbed me by the arm, "Mick. Thanks for everything. I'll be by your office Monday morning after I finish with the attorneys. I'll settle things with you then, if you can have the bill ready." She kissed me.

"I'll have it ready for you. Thanks for the hospitality. And tell Holly I said good night."

I went out to the limo and started it up. I pulled it around to the front door of the house and got out. Freddie must have still been saying his good-byes while I stood by the opened car door.

"Mick! Psst! Mick!" I looked up to the second floor of the house. Holly was leaning out an open window and whispered, "I'm sorry Mick."

"Don't worry about it."

"Please don't be mad with me. I'm upset, not at you."

"I'm not mad at you."

"You have a right to be. I've been a bitch."

"Yes you have, but I'm not mad with you."

"I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay. We'll talk then."

By that, Freddie and Shirley came out the front door. "Wow! What a night, huh?"

"Yes it was. I hope you had a good time, even with all of the excitement."

Shirley crawled into the back seat of the limo. "You know something Mick, you saw a little history tonight. Everybody in town has been waiting to watch that son of a bitch fall. Tonight we got to watch it first hand. It's about time he get caught. He's been fucking around on that lady for a long time."

This was funny. I thought all of these people loved Benny Armacost. But, what I'm seeing is that they were all just hanging around waiting for a moment like tonight.

"I thought you were a friend of Mr. Armacost."

"Friend??? Let me explain something to you Mick, Benjamin Armacost doesn't have any friends. If he can't make a buck or get fucked by you, you're shit to him." Freddie got in the car.

I closed the door and walked around to the drivers door and got in. 

"The scenic route or quickest?", I asked Frankie.

"Well, let's leave it up to my niece."

"I could use another drink," Shirley said almost immediately.

"Where would you suggest, Mr. Taxidriver?"

"Classy, or just a fun place?"

"How about just a fun place."

"Okay, I know just the place." Murphy's, here we come.

It was about midnight when I pulled the limo up in front of Murphy's. Luckily, there is a loading zone in front of Murphy's that doesn't get used after 6 pm. The cops usually leave limos alone when they park there at night. Not that Murphy's gets many Limos.

There was a good typical Friday evening crowd. We went inside, and I got the customary hug and kiss from Sylvia. "A table or the bar."

Before I could ask, Freddie said, "The bar will be just fine."

"The bar, please."

"Your seat is available back in the corner. I'll see if I can get them to move down a little for you." Sylvia took the lead.

"I take it you come here often?", Freddie asked.

"My first time."

Freddie just looked at me. "And if I don't believe you..."

"If you don't believe me, you can by my drinks. I'll have a club soda with lime, thank you very much."

Freddie just laughed. As we got to my corner, Murph handed my stool across the bar to me. "Thanks Murph. Nice crowd tonight."

Murph just grunted, smiled, and went back to waiting on his patrons.

Freddie just smiled. "I thought this was supposed to be a fun place. It sure has a lot of class. Personalized seats for first timers and all."

"This is a neat place. I like it," Shirley said as she took a seat on one of the stools.

"You pick them good, Mick," Freddie smiled, "She likes it here."

"I knew she would."

Murph returned to our end. He had some help, three other younger college kids working their way through school, and D.J., his usual night bartender. "What'll you have."

Freddie spoke up, "My friend on the end will have a club soda with lemon..."

"Lime," Murph interrupted.

"Lime?", Freddie looked at me and then back at Murph.

"Mick only drinks lime with his drinks, even when it's only club soda."

"Okay. I stand corrected. A club soda with lime, for my picky friend on the end. The young lady will have a champagne cocktail..."

"With a shot of tequila," Shirley interjected.

"Ah, am I like the one ordering here or what? And before someone tells me what I want, I'll have a scotch and soda," Freddie let out a sigh.

"Any particular scotch?"

"The best on your top shelf."

"You got it." Murph walked away and returned a few minutes later with our drinks. Freddie and Shirley were having such a good time drinking and talking. I told a few stories about when I was a cop and Freddie told a whole lot of stories about Benjamin Armacost. We stayed until closing time.

Freddie lives in a swank downtown apartment during the week. This week that included Friday night. He lives about 100 miles out of town and usually commutes home to his estate on weekends. Oh, and his wife. I dropped Freddy and Shirley off at the apartment. As he got out he shook my hand and slipped me a couple of bills. "You did a real good job tonight, Mick. I hope to see you again."



Mick the Dick Ch. 17



After dropping off the limo at Chuck's place, I finally made it home around 3:30. Remember, that's am. It brought back memories of being back on the job as a cop. My body remembered what it was like too, being too wound up to be tired.

I pulled into my driveway with every expectation of seeing a red Corvette sitting there. Luckily, I was wrong. I just had a feeling Holly was going to be there. Not being totally convinced she wasn't, I turned off my lights and sat for a minute watching the street. "Nope. No sign of her." Maybe I was getting a little paranoid in my old age.

I went inside, took off my suit, slipped into a pair of sweats, and a nice, big bourbon on the rocks. "Ahhh!" Gulp! There were no messages on my answering machine. "Good!" I turned on the TV to see if anything good was on. I went through about 99 of the 100 or so channels. Even the adult channels sucked, no pun intended. Finally, I found an old detective movie I have seen around a thousand times. It's a good one, and one is never too experienced to learn from a master. Even though I knew who the murderer was, and it wasn't the butler, I still enjoyed watching it. I find it amazing that the talent of Hollywood is so poor these days. Back in the 30's, 40's, and 50's there was so much talent. Directors could direct, producers could produce, and actors and actresses (which don't even exist any more, they are all actors now) could act. Today, it seems like the only ones that know what they're doing are the special effects and computer graphics weenies. 

I guess police work has gotten that way too. I'm glad I experienced it when I did, but today they leave it up to computers to tell them what to do. There are so few true investigators these days. So few take the time to develop the so called "sixth sense".

Maybe mine was a little rusty, but my sixth sense was definitely working. Just like when I was a cop, I would be working a case, I'd get home, have a drink, relax a little, and all of the answers would pop into my head. Just like figuring out that Benjamin Armacost and Stacy Schmidt were fucking around. I knew that's what was going on, but I didn't know why. I still did't.

The one theory was that Teresa wasn't giving him something he wanted. Either Stacy was, or he just didn't want to have sex with someone that didn't want to give it to him the way he wanted. Bondage? Maybe! A little domination? That may be a little more like it. Men in high positions seem to sway in that direction.

Gee! All of the sudden I was feeling pretty good. I may have found the answer, or at least part of it.

I finished watching the movie. It was almost 6 o'clock in the morning and I was still wide awake. I was wondering how Armacost was enjoying being treated like one of his clients. I called up to the police station where he was taken, hoping someone I knew would answer. Luckily, it was one of the guys I helped train.

"Mick Pheury, the private dick?"

"Yes sir, that's me."

"It's Phil Johnson."

"Did you say Sergeant Johnson??? Wait a minute, when did you go to the county?"

"About 8 years ago. I got tired of the bullshit in the city. Besides, the county pays better."

"That's for sure."

"Mick, you old son of a gun. How the fuck are you? Where the fuck have you been? Chrisake, I haven't seen you in years, I thought you died."

"I did. I just haven't laid down yet." Another one that has to remind me I'm old.

"So, what has you calling this time of the night, or morning?"

"An "older" buddy of mine, ha ha, got himself locked up last night, and I was just trying to find out how he's making out."

"Not Benny?"

"Yeah! How 'bout that."

"Is this official or personal?"

"Personal, really. His wife is a client, and I was there last night when he got locked up."

"Was he really nude?"

"Yes he was, completely."

"Fucking David Schmidt's wife?"

"That's what I heard."

"Damn! That must have been good."

"Her or the incident?"

"Both, for that matter."

"So, Sarge, what can you tell me?"

"Completely off the record, he went for his bail hearing at around 2 and he was denied bail."

"DENIED BAIL??? You're kidding me?"

"Nope! The court officer was not impressed with someone of his position in the community assaulting a police officer."

"No shit! That's cool."

"Yeah, Mick, we all thought so. I think it was also to give his wife a chance to take care of a few things before he gets a bail review on Monday morning."

"Yeah, you're probably right there. They probably realized it would end up in a domestic mess."

"That too. Supposedly, Mrs. Armacost's lawyer made a call to someone who made a call."

"I love it when the system works. Speaking of domestics, how did Mrs. Schmidt make out?

"Oh, she's still in jail too. Because off all of this emphasis on domestic violence, they put enough bail on her to keep her here until Monday. Her husband didn't bail her out, so..."

"That's good. Speaking of systems, when did you make Sergeant?"

"About 5 years ago."

"Wow, that long, huh? I guess I have been away for a while. How come you didn't make Lieutenant yet?"

"And become an asshole? I still remember what my old training officer told me about anybody higher than a Sergeant..."

I couldn't help but laugh. I guess I trained him well.

"You were right Mick. They're all assholes above Sergeant. Even here."

We talked for a few more minutes and then he had to do some work before getting off. I'm glad to know some people never forget you.

So, Armacost is sitting in a real jail cell. Hopefully that will give Teresa enough time to decide on what to do. I'll bet Holly is really livid now. I just wish she'd understand that her father caused this, and he did it to her as much as anybody.

I finally started to feel a little tired. The adrenaline was wearing off. I slipped out of my sweats and crawled into my bed and stretched out. It wasn't long before I fell off to sleep.

I was awakened by the phone ringing. I rolled over and looked at my clock. It was noon. The caller ID showed it was Holly, so I answered it. I wanted to emphasize the fact that she woke me up so I did it with a tired voice. "Hel-low!"

"Wake up sleepyhead. I'm on my way over to fix you breakfast."

"Huh! I'm sleeping."

"No your not. You're awake. I'm talking to you."

"No you're not, this is my answering machine. "At the tone, leave a message. Beep!""

"Wake up Pheury. I'm almost there."

"Holly. I didn't get to bed until almost 7."

"What were you doing up all night? Never mind, I don't want to know."

"Call me back in around 4 hours." Oh, shit! I almost forgot. Carla! "No! Holly! Don't call me back. I'm awake."

"I know you're awake. I'll be there in about 10 minutes. Do you have eggs?"

"I always have eggs."

"And bacon or sausage?"

"I have bacon and sausage."

"Okay. See you in a couple of minutes." She hung-up.

Damn it! I have to call Carla and let her know we're still on for tonight.

Quickly, I called her number. There wasn't an answer, so I tried her cell phone. She answered. "Hi Schweetheart."

"Sweetheart? Who is this?"

"Okay, play games."

"Oh, Mick. How are you?"

"Tired."

"I figured as much. Sounds like you had a busy night."

"How'd you hear about it?"

"Hear about it? It's all over the news. Top story."

"What??? Really???"

"Oh yeah! One of the most powerful attorneys in the state is sitting behind bars this morning, thanks to Private Detective, Mick Pheury."

"They're not really saying that, are they?"

"Everything except the part about Mick Pheury."

"Phew!!! You worried me there. Look! We're still on for tonight, right?"

"Of course. That is unless I'm not good enough for you, now that you're a celebrity.", she laughed.

"Don't even joke about that Carla. It was an ugly scene."

"Yeah, sure. What are we doing?"

Oh, shit! She had me there. "It's a surprise."

"A surprise. So in other words, you don't know yet."

Damn, this girl is good. She knows me better than I know myself. "Of course I know."

"Well, what should I wear?"

"Dress up. I mean, not real fancy, but dress nice."

"Okay. A dress or skirt?"

"Yes!"

"No! That was a choice. Should I wear a dress or a skirt?"

"Oh! Either will be fine. Like I said, comfortable, but nice."

"Okay."

"I'll pick you up at 6:30. Okay?"

"I'll be waiting at 6:30."

"I'll see you then." We hung up. Wow! Now to figure out what we were going to do. I knew Carla liked steak, and so do I, so that narrowed down the type of restaurant. "Japanese? Ah sooo!" I grabbed the phone book, dialed a Japanese steak house I've gone to a few times, and made a reservation for two at 7:15. "Domo arigato!"

I had no sooner hung up when the door bell rang. "Damn!" I went to the door and did something I never do, open it without looking out the peephole first. Luckily, it was only Holly. "Only Holly?!?" 

"Come on in."

"That's very becoming, Mick.", Holly said regarding my black gym shorts that I usually wear around the house when I'm not expecting someone.

"You think so, do you?"

"After the way I treated you last night, I'm surprised you would even let me in."

"Like you said, I'm a nice guy. I know you were upset."

"I should have listened to you from the start. When my father lied to me the other day, you told me it was the first time I caught him. You were probably right. I feel terrible that I doubted my mother."

"Welcome to being a big girl, Holly. As adults, we make that mistake all the time. It goes with responsibility. Once we have to start making our own decisions, we start making our own mistakes. 

"Well, speaking of mistakes, how about letting me fix you breakfast?"

"I'm not sure if I like the way you put that."

"Honestly, I watched my mother fix breakfast this morning. I think I might have it down."

"Okay. I have a reputation for trying anything once. Everything you need is in the fridge. I'm going to take a quick shower."

"Okay. You'll have your breakfast waiting for you when you get out. I hope."

I had to do something I don't usually do, take some clothes into the bathroom with me. Living alone, I usually have the freedom to run around the house naked if I want. Yeah, I know, Holly's already seen me in the raw, what's the big deal? There isn't one, it's just principle.

I finished showering and shaving and put on some clothes. Sure enough, when I went back into the kitchen, I had a place set on the counter. Two eggs, over easy, unbroken, bacon, crisp, 2 slices of wheat toast with butter, and a little bowl of grits. My coffee had just a little too much creamer, but I wasn't going to complain about that. 

"Where'd a good Yankee girl like you learn to fix grits?"

"I are a college girl," she said with sarcasm, "I can read. The instructions are on the box."

"Okay, I asked for that. So where'd you learn how to cook eggs, on the box?"

"Ha ha, Pheury. You better try them first. You never know what I did to them."

"Aren't you eating anything?"

"The way I cook???"

I was starting to worry.

"I told you my mother fixed us breakfast this morning. That's how I learned to fix yours. Eat!"

Holly poured herself a glass of orange juice and sat down next to me at the counter. She stared at me waiting for a comment about the food. "It's good."

"Just good?"

"No, it's excellent. Done the way I like it." I leaned over and kissed her. "Thanks, but you really didn't have to come over here just to do this."

"Yes I did. After the way I acted last night, my conscience was bothering me."

"I told you not to worry about it."

"I know, but I did. I was going to call you after you left, but knowing Freddie and his mistress..."

"Mistress??? I thought it was his niece."

"Sure Mick. Now who's naïve?"

"Yeah! They wanted a nightcap, so I took them by Murphy's Pub. Oh, yeah. I almost forgot." I stood up and went over to my suitcoat to see how much of a tip Freddie had given me. "Holy shit!" I've had some decent tips for driving somebody before, but...

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Freddie handed me a tip last night and I forgot to see how much he gave me."

"How much?"

"A thousand?"

"What???"

"Yeah! He gave me a thousand dollar tip!"

"How could he give you a thousand dollars and you not know it?"

"He handed me a wad of bills, I thought it would be like ten 10's. A hundred bucks isn't too uncommon."

"That's Freddie. He throws money around like that. Last summer, I was getting out of our pool at a party my parents had and he stuck a one hundred dollar bill in my bikini bottom when I walked past him. He said that was for one of the better shows he'd had in a while. When I tried to give it back to him, my father told me not to even try."

With Holly's ass, if I had that kind of money, I'd probably do that too. 

"Speaking of money," Holly said, "I think this should cover everything." She slid a folded check over to my plate.

"What's that?", I said without picking it up.

"Your fee."

"But I haven't given you the bill yet."

"I know, but I figured what it should be according to our arrangement and then what I think you deserve."

I opened up the check. It was made out for $2,000. I slid it back over in front of her. "What? Do you think I can be bought?"

"Isn't that enough?"

I couldn't help but laugh. "Holly, not that I'm not worth it, but..."

"Just tell me how much I owe you, I'll write you a new one."

"It's not that. Let's wait to see how much your mother pays me and then we'll discuss your part."

"My part? But I hired you separately. Three hundred dollars per day for 4 days, that's $1,200, plus expenses, plus a little tip."

"Yeah, I know. But for the same case. I can't charge you both."

"Wait a minute! She hired you to find out with whom he was fucking around. All I wanted to know is if he was. You found out, so, here's your fee."

"You also asked me to prove that he wasn't having an affair. I couldn't do that, remember? 

"I hired you to find out whether or not he was."

Holly, just wait until I give you my bill, okay?"

She actually looked disappointed that I wasn't taking her money. I should have looked disappointed, giving back 2 grand.

In a change of tone, Holly asked, "Did you see any news yet this morning?"

"No, I haven't."

"My father was like the first or second story."

"That's not too uncommon."

"That's not funny Mick."

"I'm sorry. That wasn't nice."

"I'm not as worried about it embarrassing him anymore as I am pissed off he embarrassed all of us."

"Can I make a suggestion?"

"Sure. I was hoping you would."

"If anybody makes a comment to you, just say that you love him, but he's an asshole."

"I can't call my father an asshole."

"Sure you can. Or say he was an asshole for doing it. Call him anything, just don't take up for him."

"He is my father, though."

"That's right. Being your father, he didn't have any concern for you when he decided to fuck around, did he? He wasn't concerned that he'd embarrass you. Remember something, Holly, although he's your father and you love him as I'm sure he loves you, he knew that you were coming into this world, you didn't. He had the say in who was going to be your father, you didn't. Therefore, he has the ultimate responsibility in what happens."

"But, it's still hard."

"Yeah, I know. I'm going to tell you something I shouldn't. Please don't tell your mother I told you. This is one of those client's right to privacy issues you that I talked about." Holly nodded indicating she understood. "This was far from your father's first incident of infidelity."

"You said that before."

"Well your mother confided in me about some of them."

"You mean she knew?"

"Sure she knew, about some of them. And after last night, I found out a lot of people did. He's been making a fool out of your mother for years."

"Yes, and she's really pissed about it. All she talks about is getting even."

"She told me that last year she caught him in an affair and that she gave him an ultimatum. Apparently he screwed up big time."

"Last year? How'd they keep it from me?"

"I think they got real good at keeping it from you and your brother. By the way, did somebody tell him?"

"Mom told him this morning. He didn't seem too surprised. He and dad haven't exactly gotten along. That's one of the reasons he decided on a university out of state."

"I see. Maybe he knew something."

"Come to think of it, maybe he did, even though I think he'd have said something to me about it. He and I are very close."

"Women know women, men know men. Maybe he picked up on something your father did or said."

"Maybe. Hey, ummm, do you have plans for tonight?"

Uh oh! "As a matter of fact I do. Why?"

"Going out with Carla?"

"Yes. Why?"

"Oh, nothing. Just that if you weren't doing anything, I was going to see if you wanted to do something."

"Oh, I'm sorry. We've kind of have plans for tonight for a while."

"That's okay. I shouldn't have waited so long to ask."

"It wouldn't have done you any good for tonight. Like I said, we've had this one planned for a while. Actually, it should have been last night, but I changed it because of the party."

"Oh! Maybe next week?"

"Maybe. Let me see what's going on."

"You mean with Carla?"

"No, not necessarily."

"Can I ask a question about you and her? How serious are things with the two of you?"

"Well it all depends on what your definition of serious is. We're very close."

"More than friends?"

"Oh yeah! Way more than friends."

"Tsk tsk tsk! You know bosses shouldn't get involved with their employees. That could be construed to be sexual harassment."

"You know, there is a little word in the definition of sexual harassment, unwelcome."

"Oh, yeah! That's right. Hey! You can't blame me for trying."

"Sure I can. I keep telling you that I'm not the right guy for you. But I'll keep telling you and you'll keep trying, right?

Holly just gave me an evil grim. "Like I said, can't blame me for trying." She gave me a hug and kiss. 



Mick the Dick Ch. 18



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I timed it so I would pull my nice shiny sport ute up in Carla's garage with about ten minutes to spare. Naturally I cleaned my truck. What, do you think I'm going out on a first date with some girl in a dirty truck? My timing would give me a few minutes to get inside, say hi to the guard, and get to her door at exactly 6:30. It worked. Well, sort of.

"Hi Mark."

"Good evening sir."

"I'm going up to Carla's, okay?"

"Yes sir. Should I announce you?"

"Not yet. What time do you have?"

Looking at his watch, "Twenty after six."

"Exactly?"

"Ah, twenty-two after six."

"Good. We both can't be wrong."

"Can I ask why the time check?"

"I told her at 6:30, so I want to be prompt."

"Okay! Why so prompt?"

"How old are you Mark?"

"I'm 25."

"I'm 47. Have you ever been married?"

"No. I haven't"

"I have. Are you planning on it soon?"

"No, not really."

"Okay, then let's say that I have an edge on you when it comes to women. Women like playing games with us. The way to win is play back."

"Oh! I get it. I think!?!?"

"Can I ask you a question Mark, one professional male to another?"

"Sure."

"How many men come calling on Carla?"

"Actually? She won't know I told you, right?"

"Never."

"Well, I've been here for about three years now. There was one guy who was rather frequent for about a year, but I haven't seen him for… I guess it's been almost a year now. A few months after I stopped seeing him, there were a few guys I'd see rather regularly, like three or four of them. There were a few others interspersed during that time also. But it's been rather quiet for about the last 3 months. The only guy I've seen her with has been you."

"Do you remember any names? Just first names?"

"Hmmm! There was a Tony and a Mike. Oh, yeah! The first one, the one that was seeing her for about a year or so, his name was Bob something."

"That's good Mark. Actually, I remember her mentioning a guy named Bob. About how old was he, do you remember?"

"Oh, maybe not as old as you, probably around 35, maybe." You're losing points here Mark. "You know, come to think of it, most of the guys were older. I mean, what is she, 28?"

"Thanks, Mark. I appreciate the information. Now, wait until 6:29 and 45 seconds and call her to say I am on my way up."

"Okay."

"I'll wait until exactly 6:30 before I knock."

"Okay."

"It will drive her nuts wondering how I made it up there in 30 seconds."

"Oh! I get it. Okay. I can do that for you."

"Thanks, Mark."

I took the elevator up to Carla's floor. I still had 4 minutes to spare. I hung around at the elevators for a couple of minutes. At 6:29 I walked to her door and waited. A few seconds later, I heard her phone ring. "Ah, Mark. Right on time."

I watched the display on my watch. Right at 6:29 and 55 seconds I rang her door bell. Immediately the door opened.

"You're 3 seconds early!", Carla said with a "shit-eating" smile.

"Would you like me to come back?"

"No! Come on in."

I walked in following Carla towards her living room area. She was dressed in a black pleated skirt and a black silk long sleeve top. She had on natural colored stockings and a pair of black high heels. Her hair was pulled back in a french braid. She looked good, real good. Even better than usual. 

"What did you do, sit in the lobby until 29 after? I saw you pull into the garage."

Ah hah! She was watching for me. "What did you think I was going to stand you up?"

Carla stopped, spun around and lunged at me, wrapping her arms around me. Her lips met mine as she latched on to me. "No way, Pheury. No way in hell. I'd have had the wolves on you so fast if you'd been late."

"Ah! You know something? This isn't the best way to start off our first date."

"I'm sorry Mick. It's just that I've been waiting so long for this moment that… well… I can't help it if I'm a little anxious. I've been dressed and ready to go for over an hour. Christ! I feel like I'm on my first date."

"You know what? So do I."

"Do you really?"

"Yes, I do."

Carla smiled at me. "I'm glad!"

"Well, I hope you're hungry too."

"Where are we going?"

"Well, dinner first. Then you have a choice of a movie or dancing."

"Dancing? Country? 

"Of course, is there any other?"

"But, I'm not dressed for dancing."

"Sure you are."

"I better take my boots. I can't dance in these." Carla took off like a shot for her bedroom. She was back in a flash with a bag, which I assumed had her boots. "Okay, I'm ready now. Let's go."

We walked to the elevator and took it to the first floor. Carla kissed me from the time the doors closed to the time they opened. And guess who was standing there when the doors opened. Remember the two, shall I say, sexually challenged young men that I mentioned the first night I went to Carla's apartment? 

"Hi, fellas. Nice night out, huh?"

"Yeth it is! Have a swell night you two."

Carla smiled as we got off the elevator. "Oh, we will. We most certainly will."

As we walked away, I guess I was paid a little bit of a compliment. I heard the one say, "What does she have that I don't, getting herself a hunk like that."

"Good night, Mark!", Carla said as we passed the guard counter.

"Good night, ma'am. Sir."

Carla stopped and walked back to the counter. She grabbed Mark by the collar on his jacket and pulled him towards her. She kissed him on the cheek and then let go. "Nice try, Mark."

"Nice try???"

"She saw me pull into the garage. She was on to me.", I said with a chuckle.

"Oh! Sorry!"

"Nothing to be sorry about.", Carla said.

We continued out to my truck. I opened the passenger door and helped Carla in. Then I walked around to the driver's side and climbed in myself. You know, it amazes me how many soccer moms have these things. They really aren't the most comfortable things to get into. I pulled out of the garage and headed towards the Japanese steakhouse.

"So, where are you taking me to dinner?"

"I didn't think you'd mind steak, would you."

"Outback? No, not at all. I love their steaks."

"Well, actually, you are a little over dressed for there, don't you think?"

"I've dressed up better. I've also dressed up worse. Did I ever tell you about the free dinner I had at Outback? A couple of girls I hung out with in college and I went there after a swim party one night. We were all in our swim suits, covered over with other clothes of course. Some guy at the bar sent our waitress over to tell us he'd pick up our bill if we all ate dinner in our swim suits. Naturally, we did it."

"And I take it, he did?"

"Pick up the tab? Oh, yeah! Actually, I went out with him a few times."

"Now, which one was that, Tony or Mike?

"What? Did I tell you that story?"

I just smiled as I concentrated on my driving. "Well, who was it?"

"Tony. But, I don't remember telling you that story."

"You didn't."

"But then, how'd you come up with Tony's name?"

"Tony who?"

"Don't give me that Mick. I've never told you about Tony."

"Sure you have. Tony, Mike, oh, and we can't forget Bob."

"Pheury! Have you been checking up on me? How'd you find out about them?"

I could tell she was starting to get a little upset. "I didn't. It's just that they are the more common of names, I just took a guess."

"Bullshit! How'd you find out?"

"Carla, I didn't find out anything. I just remember the names you've mentioned over the years. After all, you have worked for me for, how long?"

Carla took a step back. "Phew!!! Got out of that one unscathed," I thought to myself.

"Oh! That's right. I guess I have mentioned them. I keep forgetting, we are only pretending this is our first date."

"Besides Carla, I wouldn't want to have anything serious with a girl that, shall I say, have a shady background or anything of the sort."

"Oh, now I have a shady background???"

"No!!!", I began to laugh, "I didn't say you do. I said I couldn't have anything serious with a girl that did. HINT! HINT! S-E-R-I-O-U-S."

"Seriously? I mean, you??? Serious??? With me???"

"Not so fast there, schweetheart. This is only our first date."

"You keep it up, Pheury, and I might have to break a rule."

"And what rule is that?"

"The one I have about kissing on the first date."

Oh, yeah! My luck was holding out. We pulled onto the lot at the Japanese steakhouse. I found a parking spot.

"Oh, nice!", Carla said, "I love this place."

"Which one of your boyfriends have brought you here?"

"None of them. They've all been too cheap." She laughed. "What time is our reservation?"

"I told them 7:15." It was 7:05.

"Oh boy! We have 10 minutes to kill." Carla undid her seatbelt and leaned across the console to me. "You know Mick, I don't usually make-out on a first date, but for you, I'll make an exception."

We killed five minutes "making-out". It was turning out to be a pretty good first date. Then I got out and opened the door for her. We held hands as we walked across the parking lot. I felt like a teenager again.

"Ah! Mister Pheuryson," Aki, one of the waitresses, said, "it so good to see you again."

"Good evening, Aki. This is Carla."

"She girlfriend?"

"Yes she is."

"Oh, so very glad to meet you, Carla. You very lucky girl."

"Yes I am. Domo arigato. I'm glad to meet you too."

Aki led us to our seats. It was at a counter where we watched our food get prepared by a genuine Japanese chef. The preparation of the food is just as much a show. Carla started with one of the Japanese mixed drink concoctions while I had a Sapparo, one of Japan's exceptional beers. They were followed by some sushi, which Carla had never been exposed to. Aki knew I was rather particular and would only eat the sushi that was smoked or cooked some how. I was not totally honest with Carla about what some of the, shall I say delicacies, were. But once I explained that they were safe to eat, she followed my lead.

Then we had the entrée which was superb, as usual. For dessert, we had sake. I actually had plans for a more Americanized dessert a little later. 

After paying the bill, I left the chef and Aki a decent tip. I have always believed in leaving a reasonable gratuity for reasonable service. Terrific service commands a better tip. We left and headed for the area's top country western club. 

On the way we talked about what happened the night before at Armacost's. Carla thought it was hilarious the way things just fell into place.

The lot was full at the club. As a matter of fact, it was overfull and I ended up parking on the street just around the corner from the club. Funny how some people would rather circle around a full parking lot than park on the street. When I finished parking, Carla had already changed into her boots. They actually didn't look that bad with the outfit she had on. At least they were high heel boots.

We walked around to the club entrance and went inside. Naturally there was a cover charge considering it was a Saturday night. The one bouncer asked, "Is she 21?" Carla pulled out her driver's license and handed it to him. "Okay, she's good."

I looked back at him, "Yes she is."

We worked our way over to the bar and found a spot both of us could squeeze into. When I got the one bartender's attention and ordered a double tequila for Carla and a beer for me. I never drink my usual bourbon with it when I'm going to be active, and I was sure Carla planned on giving me quite a workout on the dance floor tonight.

After we finished the first drinks, she took my hand and led me out onto the dance floor. Carla knows how to dance. She is really good. Like I said before, I think she has to have roots in Texas. We danced two or three songs and then took a break for a few songs. This was the pattern for the night except we didn't miss any of the slow songs. Not being a big dancer myself, I was actually having a good time learning some of the moves.

We were taking one of our breaks at the bar when this younger guy, who I nicknamed Young Buckaroo, all decked out is western wear, came over and asked Carla if she would dance with him. Carla looked at me as if asking permission.

"It's up to you.", I said. "Go ahead if you want."

The guy looked at me and then back to Carla, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were with somebody."

"Thanks.", she said to me as she stepped away from the bar.

I ordered another tequila and a beer for me. I finished my beer by the time Carla was escorted back to where I was standing.

The guy said something to her that I couldn't hear over the music and then leaned towards me. "Thanks for letting me dance with her. She is a really good dancer."

"Sure, don't mention it."

I looked at Carla as I slid her drink in front of her. "Did you have fun?"

"Yeah! He's good."

"I'm sure he is." I couldn't help but let a little jealousy slip out.

"Mick Pheury, is that jealousy in your voice?"

"Jealousy? From me?? Naaaaa!!!" Carla just stared at me for a few seconds. "And wouldn't you be pissed if I wasn't?" Carla thought about it for a second, shrugged her shoulders, smiled, and took a drink.

The band announced they were going to play a couple of "slow ones". Young Buckaroo, was heading right towards us. Carla quickly killed her drink, grabbed me by the hand, and yanked me towards the dance floor. He stopped dead in his tracks. "Sorry. This one is mine.", I said to him as we passed.

Carla grabbed hold of me like she wasn't going to let go. She was rubbing against me, just about dry humping me on the dance floor. Between songs, Carla just kept hold and kept dancing waiting for the next slow one. Young Buckaroo came over, tapped me on the shoulder and asked if he could cut in? Before I had a chance to answer him, Carla turned towards him and replied, "Does it look like I'm going to let you break in?" She drew me in closer to her.

"I guess not.", he said as he walked away with his tail between his legs.

"Not giving me up?", I asked.

"Not tonight, Pheury. Not tonight!"

After the three "slow ones", we went back to the bar for another round.

"Hey Mick, remember that question you were wondering about when you were joking about our first date?"

"Question?"

"Yeah. About whether I do or don't on the first date?"

"Who was joking?"

"Do you wanna take me home and find out?"

The bartender had just brought our drinks to us. I paid him, took my beer and chugged it down in one shot. "Does that answer your question?"

Carla gave me a big grin and did the same with her tequila. "You may be disappointed though. I don't fuck on the first date. But I might make love."



Mick the Dick Ch. 19



I was having a little bit of a problem controlling my truck. Not because of how much I had to drink, but because of Carla playing with my cock. I finally had to tell her to ease up a bit. She was so horny that she hiked her skirt up to her hips and began playing with herself.

"Is this the way you act on all of your first dates?", I asked with a chuckle.

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"You could take your panties off."

"I'm not wearing any, see!"

"Our first date, and you didn't even wear panties?" Oh, I was having fun with this first date thing.

"Well, I figured it this way, I was pulling out all of the stops. I wanted to get the guy I was going out with tonight. So, I am using all of the dirty tricks."

"Just to get him, huh?"

"Yup! Just to get him."

"Well, I appreciate the warning. I'd better watch myself."

"Oh, Mick! I'm having a wonderful time tonight. Thank you."

"Oh, really? Well thank you."

"I mean it Mick. This has been one of those great nights I wish would never end."

You know something? She was right. Even though I was having a good time, I hadn't really taken the time to think about it. But she was right on the money. "I'm glad. I'm having a great time too."

"Are you really? I mean, you're not just saying that, are you?"

I had thought about making one of my normal wise cracks, but I could tell Carla was really serious. I didn't want to screw things up like I did the other morning. "No, I mean it."

She leaned over and kissed me hard on the cheek. "Mick, is it wrong to tell someone you love them on a first date?"

"It all depends on whether it's the truth or if it is just a ploy to get them into bed."

"I really, really love you, Mick Pheury. Now you decide on whether I'm just trying to get you into bed or not."

All of the sudden, Carla realized we weren't heading back to her apartment. "Where the hell are we going?"

"My place. Is that okay?"

"Sure, but you picked me up at my place, remember?"

"Of course I remember."

"My bed is just as big as yours.", Carla said snidely.

"Yes it is, but I have the hot tub."

"That's a good point, but I didn't bring my swim suit."

"Who needs a swim suit?"

"On the first date? Mick Pheury, what kind of girl do you think I am?"

I had better really think about how to answer this one. "I'm still trying to figure that out. That's why I'm taking you to my place." I looked over at her and winked.

She smiled back as she leaned across the console and laid her head on my shoulder. Unlike the last time she did that, she stayed awake. 

When we got to my house, she didn't waste any time. She went right to the bar, fixed us each a drink, and took them right to the bedroom. I went in the bathroom and when I came out Carla had found a couple of candles I've had around, and lit them. She was laying on the bed in just her stockings, garter, and bra. The garter and bra were black lace. In the glow of the candles, the normally rather masculine styled bedroom looked rather romantic.

"Mick, I'm not bringing up marriage or anything… '

"I hope not, this is only our first date."

"I'm not. But how would you like to come home to this every night?"

"I wouldn't!"

"Why not?"

"Because, me being the boss, you'd be getting home after me."

I took off my clothes and, unlike I do when I usually come home by myself, folded them and put them on a chair next to my closet. I sat my .45 on top of them. I walked over to the bed and Carla held her arms up as an invitation to join her. I slid on top of her as she wrapped her arms around my chest. As we kissed, I slid my hands behind her and unfastened her bra. She slid her arms out from the straps. I lifted off of her and unfastened the garter and unhooked her stockings. 

"I thought you like it when I wear lingerie.", Carla remarked.

"I do, very much. But that's for fucking. I thought you said we were going to make love."

Carla gave me a big grin as she rolled her stockings down her legs and slid them off. She tossed her bra, garter, and stockings off onto the floor. I slid back on top of her as we kissed some more. I kissed my way down to her neck, and to her boobs. I licked and nibbled on each one of her nipples and then continued down her stomach. I tongued her navel and she busted out laughing. 

"I'm sorry, I'm ticklish there."

That was funny, all the times we fooled around and I never knew her belly button was ticklish. Carla spread her legs, anticipating my next move. She brought her knees up and rolled her hips exposing her entire pussy to me. Her breathing was more like panting. I watched her firm, tight belly heave with every breath. I slowly worked my way across her abdomen, teasing her with my tongue. I licked around the mound of her pussy and along her upper thighs, but never touching her pussy.

"Ooo, Mick! Stop teasing me.", she purred. "Lick me. Lick my pussy."

I couldn't help myself. I had to tease her. I wanted to get her so excited that she would climax as soon as I slid my tongue across her pussy lips and clit. She grabbed my head and guided it towards her pussy. Then I licked her pussy. I licked her lips, separating them with my tongue. I licked up towards her swollen clit and pressed my tongue hard against it. Almost instantly, she orgasmed.  "Oh god, Mick. I'm cumming. I'm cumming!"

She let out a loud moan as she gasped for air. I continued licking her, sliding my tongue inside her. Her juices coated my tongue as I tongue-fucked her. I slid two finger of my one hand inside her pussy as I continued to lick her. I rubbed my fingers against her "g-spot" causing her to have another orgasm. "Oh my god Mick. Stop! Stop!"

She tried to shut her legs, but I held them open. I refused to stop, continuing to rub her "g-spot" and licking her clit. "Oh Mick, please stop," she pleaded as she tried to push my head away, "that's enough. I'm going to cum!"

I kept going until Carla thrust her head back into the pillows. She thrust her hips up, forcing my face hard against her pussy. That was when I felt her squirt. Cum shot out from her pussy in several blasts. I kept licking her clit as I fingered her "g-spot". Carla was screaming like I had never heard. She was finally able to push my head away from her pelvis.

I had heard that some women could actually cum, but I had never actually experienced it first hand, no pun intended. Carla was completely exhausted as she laid on the bed trying to catch her breath. I just laid next to her looking at the expression on her face as she finally opened her eyes and looked at me. 

"Damn, Mick. How'd you do that?"

"I heard about it somewhere. Did you like it?"

"Pheury, you're a madman. Damn. I've never felt anything like that in my life." She raised up on her elbows. "Oh, my god. Your bed is soaked. Did I do all of that?"

"Well I sure as hell didn't."

"Oh, Mick, I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what. I made you do it."

"Yeah, but… Did you know I was going to do that?"

"Well, I had an idea I could make you do it. How'd you like to come home to that everyday?"

"I wouldn't!"

"No?!?"

"Nope. I don't think I could take it. I'd be walking around funny all the time."

We just laid there for a few minutes in an embrace. Then Carla rolled me over on my back. She stroked my cock while she kissed me and then slid down until her face was at my cock. She licked all around the head of my cock and then up and down the shaft. She tickled my ball sack with her one finger as she slid my cock in her mouth.

She sucked on my cock for several minutes, until she was happy that it was as hard as it would get, and then she slid up on top of me. She straddled my hips and lowered herself down onto my cock. She held my cock at the entrance to her pussy, rubbing it back and forth allowing her soaking wet pussy to lubricate the head of my cock. She then slowly lowered herself onto me, letting it slide inside her. She took my entire length inside as she sat on top of me. 

"Mick," she said, "Don't cum inside me. I'm not safe right now."

"Okay!" What else am I supposed to say, right? I admire a woman that can be that honest.

"Let me know when you're ready to cum and I suck you off."

I really admire a woman that can be that honest. She started to ride me, allowing my cock to slide in and out of her. She rolled her hips causing my cock to rub against the inside of her pussy as she tightened various muscles. 

After a while, it became obvious her legs were tiring. I rolled her over and rolled on top of her without my cock ever leaving her pussy. Slowly and very methodically I slid my cock in and out of her. I pushed down hard on each thrust making sure I rubbed against her clit as much as possible. 

"Oh, yes, Mick. Like that. Harder! Just like that! Fuck me harder!"

I thrust my cock inside her. Soon she was having yet another orgasm. She dug her finger nails into my back as she clenched onto me. Once her orgasm subsided, I slid my cock out from her.

"Kneel.", I said as I lifted up from her.

Carla rolled over and raised up onto her knees. I slid into position behind her and slid my cock between her legs and straight back inside her pussy. She was so wet it took no effort at all to get back inside her. I fucked her doggie style for a good while. I could feel my cock building to an orgasm. The sperm rushed into and filled my cock. I slowed my pace, trying to prolong the ecstasy we were both experiencing. My cock sliding inside Carla's pussy felt so good, I almost hated having to pull it out. But neither Carla nor I were ready for any unexpected presents.

"I'm getting close." I slid my cock from within Carla. She spun around on the bed and pushed me backwards onto my back. She took my cock in her mouth and began cycling it in and out of her mouth. I watched my cock disappear in her mouth on each stroke. Soon, my cock exploded into her mouth with a torrent of hot cum. Carla kept bobbing up and down, never missing a stroke as my cock continued to spurt my sperm into her mouth. She swallowed each blast, never spilling a drop from her mouth.

I felt as though she sucked every ounce of strength from my body. Carla continued to lick my cock well after I had finished cumming. She slid over to the edge of the bed, stood up, and walked towards the bathroom. I still didn't have the energy to move. In a few minutes, Carla had returned. 

"Why don't you get up and let me take this comforter off. I'll throw it in the washer."

"Arrgh! I can't move."

"Come on, you wimp. Get up."

I rolled over to the edge and pulled myself to a sitting position on the edge. As I did, Carla removed the comforter. "Damn, we did a number to this."

I just shrugged my shoulders. "Are you complaining?"

"Hell no! I'm just saying that I've never done that before."

I finally stood up. "Man, I need to get in the hot tub for a while. Care to join me?"

"Yeah, let me put this in the washer first, then I'll be out. Why don't you get us something to drink?"

"Okay. I'll see you out at the tub."

I grabbed two beers and headed outside. I removed the cover and got in. It felt wonderful as I slowly slid into the hot, circulating water.

I had almost fallen off to sleep when Carla placed the ice cold can of beer against my neck. I just about jumped out of my skin. "Damn, that's cold!"

Carla just laughed as I slid back into the warmth of the hot tub. She slid in next to me. "So, how'd I do?"

"How'd you do, what?"

"On our first date. Was I good enough for you to call me again?"

"Well, I don't know. It's not over yet. You could still screw things up."

"Wanna bet?"

"Well, I'm not going to trick you or anything."

Carla reached up and placed my arm around her shoulders as she cuddled up next to me closer. "I've had a great night, Mick."

"Me too."

"So what's got your attention?"

"My attention? Nothing. Why?"

"Something's on your mind. What?"

"Nothing. I'm just relaxed."

"You sure?"

"Yeah! I'm sure."

"Okay. If you say so. Where does the Armacost case stand?"

"No where. It's done. Mrs. Armacost will be in Monday to settle up."

"That's nice. What about Holly?"

Oh oh! Sounds like the making of a trap to me. "I guess she'll be in too. She didn't really say. I feel a little funny charging both of them though. After all, it was the same case."

"Sometimes your honesty is too good."

"Yeah, I know."

"I don't blame you though. It was kind of like the same case. You did only have to watch the same person."

"That's what I… was thinking." Damn, almost said that's what I told Holly. "I am a little worried about Mrs. Armacost though."

"Why's that?"

"She keeps talking about revenge."

"Revenge? Isn't killing her husband's career and "good name" enough? She's probably going to take him to the cleaners."

"I don't think so. She doesn't need his money."

"You don't think she'd do something stupid like try to kill him, do you?"

"No, I don't think so. But she told me she didn't know how "YET", but that she would get even. The word "YET" is what has me concerned. That means she's putting some time into this."

"That could be bad."

"Well, you know what they say about a woman scorned…?"

"Oh yeah! There's nothing worse."

"My question is, what does a scorned woman do to get even when she doesn't have to?"

"That's a good question. She could afford to do or have done just about anything to him."

"That's true. Most women would take the husband for what he is worth, financially. She doesn't need that. I think she's going for image."

"I just hope she doesn't do anything stupid."

"Me too. She's got the world by the balls right now. What more could she want."

"Maybe she's just mad. Maybe after she talks to her attorney she'll calm down. Maybe he'll calm her down."

"Let's hope so."

"What about Holly, how's she taking it?"

"Okay, I guess. She said she wishes they could just forget the whole thing and go back the way it was a year ago."

"What? Is she stupid? Armacost has been a womanizer for years."

"Yes, but Holly doesn't know that. Or should I say, didn't know that. To her, he is still her father first."

"I guess I can sympathize with her. If he always took good care of her…"

"Apparently he did. Even Teresa said they were close. Part of the problem is that they always sheltered the kids from their problems. That's why Holly is having a hard time over this, if she'd have known all along..."

"Yeah, but then maybe she'd have been miserable all this time."

"That's quite possible."

"Maybe she wouldn't have turned out to be such a nice girl if there'd been obvious problems in the home."

Sounds like another trap. "That might be."

"So, Mick, what are you going to do about it?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"That's right. My job is finished. Once I get paid."

"It's getting pretty late," Carla said, "I don't usually stay out this late on first dates."

"You ready for me to take you home?"

"I didn't say that."

"Did you want to stay here tonight?"

"I do, but how would it look?"

I glanced over her wet, naked flesh. "I think it looks fine. Do you think you could put up with what people say?"

"I think so. It's about time I lose my amateur rating anyway."

"Well I don't want the word to get out that you're a professional girl."

"I didn't mean it that way, Pheury."

"Oh, okay. I think."

I didn't exactly feel like driving all the way back downtown anyway. 



Mick the Dick Ch. 20



I woke up with Carla laying up against me, similar to the way she did a few nights ago. Remember when I said how comfortable I was sleeping with Carla? I am. Even with her sleeping up against me, I am very comfortable with her there. That could be a bad sign, at least to my bachelor status.

Sunday, we woke up, had breakfast, and then we took a little ride in the country on my bike. I know what you're thinking, "Carla had a skirt, how'd she go for a ride in a skirt?" One thing I have accumulated over the last several years are jeans and leathers in various sizes. I also had several pairs of ladies boots. It just so happened that I have a pair of leather pants that are Carla's size. And yes, a leather jacket as well. Carla looked good in leather. About the only thing she hated was the helmet. I'm kind of a safety fanatic so the full coverage helmet didn't do much for her gorgeous face, but I'd rather do without seeing it while riding than to mess it up with road rash or a rock thrown up by somebody else's tire.

Later in the afternoon, we stopped by Murphy's for a couple beers and an early supper before I took her to her apartment. 

Monday morning was pretty uneventful. I picked up some Danishes at the little shop up the street from the office and two of their large cups of coffee.

"Don't like my coffee anymore, huh?"

"That's gratitude for you. I go out of my way to get you the best coffee on the planet and you have to give me a hard time."

"Thanks boss!", Carla said as she gave me a kiss.

"And you'll probably hate the bun I got you too."

"I love everything you give me."

"Any messages?"

"Nothing important."

"Good." I pulled up a chair and sat at Carla's desk to eat the pastry and drink my coffee. We talked about the weekend and what a good time we had. 

The phone rang and Carla answered it. "Yes Mrs. Armacost, Mr. Pheury is in. Can you hold please?"

Carla handed me the phone, "It's Mrs. Armacost."

I wiped my hands on a paper napkin and took the phone, "Good morning Mrs. Armacost... I mean Teresa. How's everything?"

"It's been hectic."

"Hectic?"

"I just finished at the courthouse. I have a court order for Benjamin to stay away until we have a hearing in 2 weeks. My attorney is filing the separation papers as we speak. I met with my attorneys, notice the plural, on Saturday and Sunday. And Benjamin won't have his bail review until around noon. By that time, all of his belongings will be in a truck that is at the house now. And the reporters are driving me nuts."

"I'd say that's hectic."

"Well, my main reason for calling you, I wanted to stop by and settle things with you, if that is alright."

"Certainly. I'll be here. But you know there is no hurry. If you're that..."

"No, no, no, Mick. It's no problem. I think things will only get more hectic as the week goes by."

"Well, I'll be here."

"I'll be there in about 15 minutes. Is that okay?"

"Sure. That will be fine. I'll see you then."

"Bye!", she said as I hung up.

"Can you do the bill for Mrs. Arm..." Carla cut me off as she handed me the bill, already complete.

"Already done."

"Good girl."

"That's not what you said Saturday night."

"Oh yes I did. I said you were good, girl."

The bill showed 4 days at $300 per day for a total of $1200. Not bad for 4 days work at a couple hours per day. Adding in the $1000 tip from Freddie, if I could only do that every week, on top of the couple hundred here and there, I'd be doing alright.

When Teresa showed up, I got up and greeted her at the door. We walked into my office and I closed the door. Not so much to keep Carla from hearing anything, but it gives the client a sense of privacy. I noticed her giving Carla a good hard once over as she sat down.

"So, your lawyers are taking care of everything quickly?"

"Oh yes. They aren't playing around. Is that the secretary you were telling me about?"

"Yes. That's Carla. Why?"

"Just wondering. She's very pretty. I can see why she's the girl in your life."

"She's really something." Change of subject here, "So, here is your bill. I think you will find everything in order."

"What about your expenses?"

"What expenses?"

"Mileage, parking, didn't you buy lunch or something?"

"Teresa, I'm not going to soak you. That's what we agreed on, that's what I charged you."

"Okay, well here's you $1200 and a little something extra. Consider it a tip." She handed me a check.

I looked at it. $5000! "Mrs. Armacost, I mean Teresa, this is very generous, but I can't take that much from you."

"You can and you will. Mick you saved me a lot of embarrassment the other night. You did it quickly and without a whole lot of discomfort. I even told my attorneys about how well you handled it that you may be seeing some work from them. I even discussed what I wanted to pay you. They told me to consider what it was worth. After they said that, I actually wanted to give you more, but they told me not to overdo it."

Wow, five-thousand bucks! Now I know I'd like to have one case like this a week. "Well, Teresa, I really appreciate it. Thank you!"

"No, Mick, thank you! Like I said, I expected you to drag this out a couple weeks just to make a few extra bucks on me. I appreciate your honesty and integrity."

"And I appreciate being appreciated." We laughed.

"Just give me a receipt for the $1200. I know you'll need that for taxes."

I stamped her copy of the bill PAID with the date and signed it. "Teresa, I know my part of the investigation is done and all, but, can I ask one last question?"

"Sure Mick, what is it?"

"Well, you said you wanted revenge. Have you figured out what you wanted to do yet?"

"No, I haven't yet. But I'll tell you what, when I figure out what I'm going to do, I'll let you know."

"Just be careful, Teresa. Don't do anything stupid. It's not worth it."

"No, I won't. But I will get him."

"Just remember, you already did."

"Oh yeah, but I still want to make a point. I don't want people coming back and saying I chased him to other women."

"Speaking of which, was there anything that he wanted from you that you didn't give him that maybe Stacy Schmidt did?"

"Well she is younger than me. I think she is pretty, maybe not prettier than me, but just as pretty. I always thought I was pretty good in bed. I did most of the things... Benjamin... wanted me to do."

I could tell I just sparked something. Teresa was thinking. She got a wicked, WICKED, smile on her face.

"What?", I asked.

"Ooo, nothing."

"What are you thinking?"

"You may have just helped me think of a way to get even with Benjamin." Teresa stood up. "Thanks Mick. Thanks so much."

"Wo wo, wo! Wait a minute. What did I help you with."

"Never mind, Mick. I'll tell you about it later. I think I just thought of a way to drive him absolutely insane."

"Teresa, I don't like the sound of this. Why don't you tell me and I'll give you my opinion."

"Nope! I have to be the one to do this Mick. No help from anyone."

"Teresa, you'd better be careful."

"Oh, I will. What I'm thinking isn't dangerous or illegal. I'll be okay. Thanks again, Mick."

Teresa walked over to the door, opened it, looked over at Carla, "You've got a nice guy there." Then she left.

Carla just looked at me, "What the hell was that all about?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "I don't know. While we were talking, she got this weird look on her face. She thanked me for giving her an idea on how to drive Benjamin insane."

"Oh, oh! I don't like the sound of that."

"Neither do I." I handed Carla the check, "Deposit this for me when you get a chance."

"Five-thousand dollars???"

"That's what it says. I tried to tell her no."

"Wow! That's a good tip."

"Hey, I'm good."

"Yeah, I know. But... wow!"

"Yeah, but now I'm worried. I'd like to know what I said that gave her the idea."

"What were you talking about?"

"I asked her if there was something Stacy Schmidt could have been giving Benjamin that she wouldn't."

"What did she say?"

"Something about Stacy being younger. And then got this weird look and said she had it."

"Hmmm! I don't know Mick, but that sounds weird. Maybe you should let Holly know."

Wow! This was serious, Carla telling me to call Holly? "That might not be a bad idea."

I walked into my office and called Holly on the cell phone. She answered, asked me to hold on for a minute and then came back on the line. 

"Hi Mick. What's up. I was in a class."

"I'm sorry to interrupt a class Holly, but I need to talk to you. It's about your mother."

"My mother, is something wrong?"

"No not really wrong. She stopped by to pay the bill..."

"Wasn't it enough. I told you I'd pay the difference of whatever it is."

"No, it's not that. She paid me more than enough. She told me she figured out how to get even with your father."

"Oh no. I was afraid of this."

"Yeah, me too."

"I can get out of here in about 45 minutes. Do you want to meet, or do you want me to stop by there?"

"We can meet somewhere."

"Okay, how about lunch?"

"We can do that." I looked at Carla who was looking at me out of the corner of her eyes trying to be inconspicuous. "I think this is important, Holly."

"Yes. I agree. Thanks Mick. How about the sports bar, or is that too close to daddy's office?"

"No, I think we can do it there as well as anywhere. What time?"

"How about around ten to twelve?"

"Okay, I'll see you then." I hung up.

"Lunch with Holly?", Carla asked without even looking at me.

"Yes. Would you like to go?"

Carla stopped what she was doing, looked over at me with a disappearing smile, "I would, but I better not."

"Why not?"

"Just because. I trust you. I don't know why, but I do." The smile returned to her face. "You better talk to her alone."

"Okay, if you're sure. You are probably right."

"Besides, I do have to catch up on a few things around here. Can you bring me back something?"

"Sure. What would you like?"

"Just a burger or something."

"Okay. Wanna go to Murphy's after work?"

Carla perked up quickly. "Yeah, I'd like that. On second though, forget the burger. I'll wait until we go to Murphy's and get one of theirs."

"You sure? I can still bring you back something."

"I'll just wait. Besides, I don't need all those calories. If I'm going to splurge a little, I'll do it at Murphy's."



Mick the Dick Ch. 21



I walked up to the front of the sports bar at exactly 11:48, two minutes to spare. I casually approached the hostess while I looked around a little to see if Holly was there yet.

"Can I help you sir?", asked the one hostess, a young, very attractive but skinny for my taste, blonde. She was probably one of the college students who make a few bucks towards their tuition or cost of higher education.

"Yes, I'd like a table for two, but I'm waiting for the other half of my party."

"Sure, I can put your name on the list a while. It's about a five minute wait."

"It's Pheury. P-H-E-U-R-Y."

"Oh, Mr. Pheury, you're party is already here. Let me take you to your table."

She led me through the restaurant and over to a table in the back corner. Holly was sitting there with her back to the door, knowing I would want to sit facing it. It's an old habit I developed as a cop.

"Hi." I leaned over and kissed her.

"Hiya handsome."

"Sir, Jen will be by in a second to get your drinks.", the hostess said as she turned and walked away.

"So, Mick, what are we going to do about my mother?"

"We??? Holly, I don't know how much I can get involved. Don't get me wrong, I think the world of your mother, but I've warned her. Beyond that, I don't know what else I can do."

"Suppose I hired you to keep tabs on her?"

"Holly, that won't work. Actually, if anybody can keep tabs on her it would be you."

"I can't just follow her around."

"Sure you can. It's about time you and her get closer. Both of you should spend more time together. Go shopping, take weekend trips, once school ends take a vacation together."

"I see what you mean, Mick. But while I'm at school, I can't watch her."

"Yeah, I know. But I also don't think she's going to do anything stupid. The one thing that concerns me was today when I asked her if there was anything that Stacy Schmidt would do that she wouldn't."

"What did she say?"

"Well, that's what bothered me. She started to answer in the negative but stopped. She was making the normal, logical reasons a husband cheats on his wife, younger, prettier. But then she made a comment about being good in bed and doing ALMOST everything he ever wanted."

"ALMOST???"

"That's what she said, and she was very emphatic." By that Jen came over to get our drink order.

"Good afternoon. I'm Jen, I'll be taking care of you this afternoon. Can I start you off with something from the bar?"

Before I could even think, Holly spoke up, "Two bourbons, you better make them doubles, and two beers. I think I'm going to need it. What would you like Mick?"

Woooo!!! Hold on their pilgrim! "You better just give me one of each."

Jen just smiled and shook her head as she wrote down the order. "So that's three and three, right?"

"That will do for starters. She's having a rough day."

"Any appetizers?" 

"Yeah, let us have one of those samplers."

"I'll have your drinks back in a moment." She walked away.

"Holly, did you and your mother ever talk about sex?"

"No more than any mother and daughter."

"Nothing about her and your father?"

"No. Not really. What do you think my father wanted something kinky?"

"Well, that's the direction I think this is going."

"Like what?" Holly got a wild gleam in her eyes.

"I don't know. That's why I was hoping you could help. She never said anything about something... unusual your father wanted her to do, right?"

"No! And I've never seen any whips and chains laying around their bedroom either." She gave a slight snicker as she said it.

"Have they ever mentioned clubs to you?"

"Do you mean like swingers clubs or places like that? No, they've never said anything about them around me."

I didn't really think they would mention it, even if they were into swinging. But just because they both aren't doesn't mean one of them isn't. 

Holly asked a logical question, "Did Mr. Schmidt say anything to you about his wife being into anything weird?"

"No. He didn't say anything, and frankly, what little I saw Friday night , except for her being dressed in a black lace and satin corset and stockings, there wasn't anything strange going on."

"A corset? Mick, let me ask you something, does a woman dressed in lingerie turn you on?"

"Ah! Well... It all depends."

"Depends on what?"

"Well, I've always considered lingerie, corsets and clothing like that, a little bit of fantasy. Most women look good, sexy if you'd like, when they dress up a little. Men like it, especially to break the monotone of doing it with the same naked body every time."

"So maybe that's what I've been doing wrong."

"Holly, you haven't been around enough to even worry about changing your appearance for sex." I whispered, "Frankly, you look pretty damn good without clothes on."

"But if you saw it day after day, you'd probably like a little change, right?"

"Probably."

"But then, maybe my mother should have tried something like that."

"She did! At least she said she did. She told me she had bought a few sexy outfits to interest your father. But he didn't seem interested."

"I hope this doesn't sound weird, but I hope I look half as good as my mother when I'm her age."

"She is a good looking woman. I have a feeling you will be close."

Jen brought over our drinks. Holly took the one bourbon and shot it down in one gulp. She chased it down with a big gulp of beer.

"Hey! Easy there. I don't want to have to explain to your mother why I'm bringing her daughter home drunk just after noon."

"Fuck it, Mick. Once in a while you just have to let go. I think this is one of those times."

"Not trying to get personal here, but did your mother and you ever have discussions about sex? I mean, the down and dirty, things to do, not to do."

"Well, yeah I guess so. You mean like talking about the different positions and blow jobs and anal and..."

"Yes, those kinds of conversations." I had to look around to make sure nobody was close enough to hear what we were talking about and get the wrong idea.

"Yeah, we did. I mean, not often or anything. But especially when I was in my teens we talked. I guess she didn't want me to be too experimental."

"Did she ever discuss things she and your father did?"

"Well, not exactly. But I do know she was pretty open with him. I mean, she seemed to be, how do I put it, willing to try things with him. I think one hang up a lot of women have is giving blow jobs. My mother isn't one of them. She was actually the one who taught me how to give a good blow job."

I guess the expression on my face gave away my surprise. "Really?"

"I guess she figured out I was becoming a little active and decided to make sure I knew what to do. I think it was a way of trying to keep me from fucking. I guess she didn't want me to be one of those that had a kid at 16."

"Or three or four."

"Yeah! Right!"

"How old were you the first time you had sex. I'm sorry, that's none of my business."

"You're right, but I don't mind telling you. I was 16. It was with my high school sweetheart, if there really is such a thing. I went to one of those private all girl schools and he went to one of those private all boy schools. It was the night of my junior prom."

"I didn't need all of the details."

"No. That's okay. It was kind of funny. We went to a friend's house for the party afterwards and we snuck into her parent's bedroom, while they were downstairs watching everybody else. I was so scared. I let him cum inside me. For the next three months I worried making sure I had my period."

"You were three month's late?"

"No! I had it each month, I was just making sure." She laughed.

I couldn't help but laugh, especially thinking this is the girl who begged me to make love to her almost a week ago.

"I saw her blowing my dad out at the hot tub one night. And there were a couple of times out at the pool that I think she was, that is before I unintentionally interrupted. Come to think of it, one night, at one of their parties, she and some of the other wives were talking about sex. She sounded like one of the more active ones in the bunch. I think they were talking about anal sex because she made a comment about my father not being very big, "but even he hurts doing it that way". She got real embarrassed when she remembered I was there."

"Well, that just about rules out my idea."

"What's that?"

"I thought maybe your father wanted something like a blow job and she wouldn't give it to him. But, what I'm hearing from you is that she likes giving them, or at least doesn't mind."

"From what I've seen or heard, I think it's safe to say that. And if he's looking for anal, it sounds like she might give into that as well. Damn! I can't believe I'm sitting here talking about my parents this way."

"I'm sure they have probably talked about you the same way."

"Do you think so???"

"Sure. I think all parents discuss what their kid is doing sexually. It's a shame more of them don't talk about it WITH the kid instead of ABOUT the kid."

"You're right about that, Mick. I had already had sex about a half dozen times before my mother ever talked to me about it openly. Maybe not a half dozen, probably more like 3 or 4. But you know what I mean."

We had the appetizer and ordered our lunch. 

"Do you know what Mick? Maybe we just need to let mom do her thing. She is a big girl. If she gets into trouble, she knows who to call."

"You're probably right, but I'd still feel better if I knew what she was planning."

"I know. Me too. But, knowing her, Mick, I have a feeling she won't let anybody know until she's done."

"And, of course, she may just be blowing off a lot of steam. She was pretty upset. Maybe she will just let the lawyers fight it out for her."

"You're probably right, Mick. Maybe we're just reading a whole lot more into this."

"Let's hope so."

I was hoping I was right, but deep down I knew I wasn't. I had a feeling Teresa was going to burn Armacost in a big way, do something so totally outlandish it would drive him insane. But what? I still kept thinking about what I said to her that gave her the idea how to get even with him. "Was there anything that he wanted from you that you didn't give him that maybe Stacy Schmidt did?" The smile on her face gave it away.

Holly and I finished lunch and talked some more. I cut her off after the first round of drinks. For a girl her size, that was more than enough. She had walked from the university so I drove her back to the campus. She told me she still had a few things to do at the library or research center, so I knew she wouldn't be driving too soon after drinking as much as she did. Then I went back to the office.

Naturally, when I got back to the office, I got the "eye" treatment from Carla. "Did you have a nice lunch?"

"It was okay."

"Okay?"

"Yeah, just okay." I slid a chair over next to Carla's desk and sat down, ignoring her suspicious tone of voice. "Let me ask you something. I want you to be as honest as possible with me." She got a worried look on her face. I knew the way I put that would get to her a little. "What kind of fantasies that men have, would their wives be less likely to perform?"

Carla looked relieved that the honest answer did not obviously have anything to do with us. "Do you mean as in sexual fantasies?"

"Well... yeah. But any fantasy. But I think sexual is the one I'm looking for."

"Mick? Are you thinking about going kinky or something?"

"What do you mean "going"? No, nevermind, get back to the question."

"What? Do you think that's what Armacost was after?"

"More like where Mrs. Armacost is heading. You see, this morning, when I was talking to her, I asked her if there was anything that Benjamin wanted from her that she didn't give him that maybe Stacy Schmidt did?"

"Do you mean like blow jobs or something?"

"Yeah, but Holly ruled that out."

"She did?"

"She said her mother seems to like blowing her father. She's seen them. Her mother told her about giving blow jobs back when she first started dating."

"What's so strange about that?"

"Not being a daughter, I don't know."

"My mother told me how to give blow jobs years before I ever actually did."

"Really?"

"Yeah! I think she looked at my body one day and knew it was learn how to give blow jobs or fuck. She knew I couldn't get pregnant giving blow jobs. But it was something about it that grossed me out. Then, one day the boy I was dating wasn't taking no for an answer. I had to either fuck or blow him. So I gave my first blowjob. God was I pissed off when he came in my mouth. I was either going to throw up or beat the piss out of him. I decided on the latter."

"Yeah! You mean..."

"I mean, black and blue all over."

"Ouch!!!"

"But, do you know something? I don't really know why. I really kinda liked it."

"You mean the blow job?"

"Well, yeah! I mean all of it. Even the cum. I guess that's why I like giving blow jobs."

I acted like I was surprised, even though I wasn't. I knew Carla liked giving blow jobs. "Honey, don't take this wrong or anything, but how kinky have you ever gotten with a guy?"

"Not very. I mean, I've gotten into some neat positions, but I've never been tied up or handcuffed or anything like that. I've thought..."

"You've thought what?" I knew she was getting at something.

"Ohhh, nothing."

"What were you going to say, "you've thought about it?""

"Well, yeah! I've thought about it. I think everybody thinks about it."

"Well maybe one night we'll have to try that out."

"You mean it?"

"Yeah! Sure! I mean, if you want."

"Okay!"

"But, getting your mind out of the gutter for a moment, what could Mrs. Armacost be thinking?"

"I don't know Mick. If she was letting Mr. Armacost do things, what more could there be? Unless it was really bizarre?"

That's when my next move dawned on me. The police have used me enough over the years, it was time for me to use them. I picked up the phone and called my old pal, Sergeant McNally.

"Hi Sarge, it's Mick Pheury."

"Mick, what can I do for you?"

"Do you have any friends over in Vice?"

"Yeah! I know a couple of the guys over there. Why?"

"I'd like to see if any of their prostitution detail folk may know anything about Benjamin Armacost."

"Armacost? That's a hot subject right now. Hey! Were you involved in that mess the other night?"

"Yeah! Sort of."

"Wow! A lot of people have been asking questions about him today."

"Really? Like what?"

"Mostly about it being time he get caught."

"Anything legal?"

"No, not really. Why do you want me to check with vice?"

"Just a hunch. See if anybody has ever heard of him trying to solicit or maybe being seen around some of the more sleazy areas of town."

"Any ideas you can share?"

"He was looking for something his wife wasn't giving him. Apparently any of the normal stuff wasn't an issue. He must have wanted something more."

"You mean, gay?"

You know something? I forgot I was betting on him being queer at the beginning of this case. "Maybe Sarge. But let's not focus on only that."

"I can do that Mick, but it might take a day or so. Is that okay?"

"Yeah, sure. I appreciate it. Just keep it as discreet as possible."

"Sure thing Mick."



Mick the Dick Ch. 22



How could I have let the idea about him going gay slip my mind? I guess seeing him with a knockout like Stacy Schmidt just kind of put that to rest, but it probably shouldn't have.

I called David Schmidt's office, but he wasn't in. His secretary told me she would tell him I called. I tried his cell phone and only got his voice mail. I drove up to his house. On the way past, I looked at the Armacost's residence as well. It looked all quiet. David's Land Rover was in the driveway of his house, so I drove in. I rang the front door bell, and I could hear him yell to wait a minute. About a minute later the door opened.

"Oh! Hi Pheury, come on in. I'm packing."

"Hi David. Where are you going?"

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm packing her shit."

"Oh! How are you doing otherwise."

"Fucking great! If only the bitch would stop trying to call me."

"Call you?"

"Yeah! She really thinks I'm going to bail her ass out of jail. I'll bail her out on one condition, she sign these." 

David handed me the separation agreement. It essentially left her out to dry. She'd give up just about everything, at least until the actual divorce proceedings, which will take a year. He agreed to pay her $2000 a month living expenses. She could keep her car, but she'd have to find a new garage to keep it in. At first I thought he was being generous, then I considered her life style and the changes she'd go through. She'd probably have to do something she has never done, work for a living.

"Does she know about these yet?"

"Oh! I'm sure she does. She knows me too well and what I have done for some of my clients. She was pretty fucking stupid, Mick. I gave her everything. Everything she wanted."

"Sometimes that isn't enough."

"Isn't that the truth?"

"I've got a question for you, David. Do you have any idea why Armacost?"

"Hell no! That has me puzzled too. If I didn't know better, I'd have thought she did it just to piss me off. She knows how much I hate him."

"I know this will sound weird, and I'm not just being personal, but does Stacy have any unusual sexual preferences or fantasies? Especially something you may not agree to?"

David laughed. "Mick, you know all women have some type of fantasy that they never tell their husbands about."

"And..."

"Well, I'm sure she does, but I don't know about them. I've tried to have that talk with her, usually under the effect of truth serum."

"Alcohol?"

"Yeah! Stacy is an easy drunk. And, on occasion, I've gotten her drunk enough to get her talking about her fantasies. Who, what, where, when. Frankly, Armacost doesn't meet any of the fantasies she'd talked to me about."

"Can you give me an idea of what?"

David thought for a minute. "Yeah! Sure! What the fuck? I don't care what people think about her now. She always had a thing for trying everything. She kept a scorecard in her head. She wanted to try everything possible. Once in a while she'd go on the web and browse through some of the porn sites. She would see what categories were out there, maybe watch some of the clips or look at the pictures of the different things out there. Some of the things that interested her, she would talk about. We have a little toy box in our bedroom with some of the things she liked. A little bondage now and then. Some toys, you know, dildos and vibrators. We even got into some leather, nothing too much, no pain. She really liked dressing up, as if Friday night didn't prove that. Hell, Mick, I didn't even complain when she wanted to go out with a couple of the girls she's known since high school. Not that a night out with the girls was a problem, but when they'd come back and want to fool around with each other. I mean, that's where a lot of the toys got used. But even that, I didn't mind."

"You mean she was bi?"

"I don't know if I'd exactly say she was bi..., well yeah, I guess she is, but she still acts like girls do in high school. She's never outgrown it. I've even seen her go down on other women. I know, I know, it's more acceptable when women do it with each other, but she still preferred doing it with me, at least that's what she told me."

So, in other words, anything she liked doing or wanted to try, you would go along with."

"Sure. Just about. We actually had a pretty good time, at least I thought so. I got to live out some of my fantasies while fulfilling hers. When we got married, I would never have thought about her being into bondage and stuff like that. My first wife would barely have sex in any other position than missionary. There was one thing I wouldn't do, let Stacy fuck someone else. I mean another man."

"Oh, she wanted to swing?"

"Oh no! Not swing. There was no way she would let me fuck someone else. She wanted to do it though. She thought I'd like to watch her get fucked by some other guy. The weird part was that I think she really wanted to watch me watch her get fucked by some other guy. I'm not a prude or anything, but I guess I'm old fashioned. One of the reasons I married her was to have her to myself. I think that's one of the reasons there is the institution of marriage."

"And she told you about this?"

"Oh yeah! She told me flat out that her biggest fantasy was to get gang banged by a group of black guys."

"Black guys?"

"Oh yeah! Black guys." David opened up one of the boxes he had packed, pulled out a huge realistic black dildo and waved it at me. "See? She has developed this idea that black guys have bigger dicks than white guys. She almost had me talked into letting her fuck some other white guy until she started with this black guy thing. She actually had me considering a white guy. But there was no way in hell I'd let her fuck a black guy much less a group of them."

"Where'd she come up with the idea of black guys?"

"I have no fucking idea. I guess the internet. I don't know. Look Mick, I don't have anything against blacks. I just don't want to see my wife fuck one. I don't want to see her fuck anyone other than me."

"Maybe you should have let her get gang banged."

"What?!?"

"Who would you have rather her fuck, a group of black guys or Armacost?"

David laughed. "You know something? You may be right there."

"I hate putting it that way, but..."

"No, you actually make sense. Hey! You don't think she did this as an ultimatum, do you?"

I had to think for a moment. "I didn't when I started this, but maybe she did. "Well if you don't let me get gang banged than I'm going to do something you'd really hate.""

"Yeah! I wonder. Sad part is, she always seemed happy. Even when she was loaded, we'd make love, or fuck, and she'd seem satisfied."

"That's your problem, David. Women are never satisfied."

"That's what pisses me off, Mick. I haven't cheated on her once the entire time we've been married. I don't think I'm bad looking or anything. I've had women proposition me, but I always turn them down. Some of them really took an effort on my part, but I was still able to do it."

"That's why you're taking this so hard. You're too straight for your own good."

David just smiled at me as he thought about what I said. "Yeah, maybe so."

"How serious was she about this other guy or gang bang thing?"

"Well, I think she was serious, but it wasn't like she talked about it every night or anything. It became more obvious when she was drinking. The alcohol just kind of loosened her up enough that she would talk about it. Funny, she didn't like talking about it when she was sober."

"Dr. Jeckle and Mr. Hyde, huh? But she talked about it more than once."

"Oh yeah! She embarrassed me one night at a party we were invited to. There was this nice black guy there, another guest, that she was hanging on most of the night. It got to the point that there were comments being made about her never coming back to me. The black guy even came over to me and apologized. He ended up leaving early because of it."

"You mean she was that obvious?"

"Yeah. I told everybody she had too much to drink, but I still haven't gone back to any parties at that friend's. And do you know she got mad at ME? She thought I chased the guy away. She actually came over to me and asked if she could invite him home with us."

"That's sad. When are you going to approach her with the choice?"

"The next time the phone rings."

"Do you think her lawyer is going to let her agree?"

"He and I have already talked. He's not happy with my offer, but with 50 grand on her..."

"Fifty grand? Is that how much they have on her? Shit, they don't put that much on murderers."

"Yeah, but murderers don't usually piss off lawyers in general. Remember where most of the judges come from. It's kind of a code. Fuck with one of us, fuck with all of us. As soon as the judge found out that she was fucking one of the most unpopular lawyers, cheating on her husband, one of the more popular lawyers, especially with Armacost's wife and who her father was, she was doomed. And when I didn't show up at the bail review this morning, I think they know where I stand."

After finishing talking to David, I went back to the office. And guess what, I remembered lunch, the world's most perfect food, pizza. Carla and I sat down and I filled her in on what was discussed. 

"She wanted to swing?"

"No, according to David, she wanted him to watch her swing."

"That's weird. It's usually the husband that wants to watch the wife get fucked."

"You know, maybe it was because I wasn't married all that long, but I never really had a desire to see my wife get fucked by somebody else."

"It does seem to be something that comes up later in a marriage. But having never been married..."

"But it still doesn't answer my question, why Armacost?"

"I think you may be on the right trail. If David wouldn't let her fuck somebody else, than maybe she just wanted to fuck somebody she knew would drive him nuts."

"Yeah, maybe."

"Mick, you watch porn, right?"

"Sometimes. I mean. I don't go to porn sites everyday on the web. I might watch some porn once in a while. I have a few porno movies at home. But usually I watch them at stag parties. You know, when guys can be crude, rude, and socially unacceptable. Do you?"

"Actually, yes, I do. Once in a while."

"Are there some things that turn you on more than others?"

"Of course. But I know where to draw the line between fantasy and reality."

"Well, for instance, have you ever fantasized about fucking a black guy?"

"Fantasize? How do you know I really haven't?"

"Well, I guess I don't. Have you?"

"No, I haven't. But being honest, I have thought about fucking or sucking-off some good looking black guy. I don't care what somebody's skin color is. But I'll never do it just for the sake of doing it. I don't have sex with someone just because it's fashionable. I actually went out with a black guy back in college a few times, but I never got to the point where I'd have sex with him."

"Is it a racial thing, or what?"

"No, not really. This guy was in a couple of my classes. We were friends. We still are. He asked me to go out one night and we did. We had a good time and stuff the couple times we went out, but we never had sex, even though there were times I wished I had."

"You wish you had fucked him?"

"Oh, yeah! A friend of mine dated him after me. She said he had the biggest cock she'd even seen and knew how to use it. She said he could fuck for hours."

"Why didn't you just go fuck him?"

"I don't know Mick, I guess I'm just not that way. Like I said, realistically, I don't fuck someone just to make a fashion statement. Just like making love to another woman. I've never considered having sex with another woman, but I have fantasized about it. I actually used to think about that more in high school. I guess you grow out of it, well most of us grow out of it."

"Have you ever played around with another woman?"

"Mick!!!"

"I'm sorry. I just meant... Never mind!"

"No, I never have. I mean, in high school, you know, teenage girls touch each other, they kiss each other, that kind of stuff. But I've never fingered or licked another woman. So, what kind of fantasies do men have?"

"I think half the problem with men is that they DO what they want, they don't just fantasize."

"Why is that a problem?"

"That's what gets them into trouble. They're married to a blonde but want to get it on with a redhead, they find a willing redhead."

"So, in other words, just like Armacost, if your wife won't fuck somebody you can watch her with, you find somebody who WILL let you watch."

"By George, I think you've got it. Men have a tendency to be a little more open about any fantasies they have. Surprisingly, provided they are open to their wife, many wives will do what they can to fulfill that fantasy. Many times it also fulfills a fantasy the wife may have."

"That makes a lot of sense, Mick. But I still don't know what Stacy Schmidt could give him that his own wife couldn't."

"Maybe just difference. Then again, maybe hope. Maybe he wanted to see Teresa with somebody else and couldn't get that, so somehow he found out Stacy was a little more open to the idea."

"So, you think this has been going on for a while then?"

"I don't know. I'm still trying to figure it out."

I looked at my watch, it was just about quitting time. I finished a couple of replies on the email and locked things up for the night.

"I think it's time to close up shop, how about you?", I asked Carla.

"I've been ready. Murphy's is calling me."

"Yeah, me too."



Mick the Dick Ch. 23



A couple of days passed. All of the "human interest" in Armacost had died down. I heard that his bail was dropped and he was released on his own recognizance pending his trial. I also understand that his attorney strongly recommended he stay away from Teresa and the house. He took up residence in an apartment building in the same block as his building. The truck, Teresa had loaded up by noon on Saturday, dropped everything off at his new residence on Monday afternoon, just after he was released. Naturally, the media made a circus out of it and had coverage on it through the day. I guess they killed the story enough that nobody cared by Tuesday afternoon.

On Tuesday morning I received an email from David Schmidt saying that he posted the bail for Stacy once her lawyer had her sign the separation agreement. David was still being way too nice. He pulled some strings to get her a nice apartment on the outskirts of downtown. He even put up the first three months rent. I guess he was ready to do anything to get rid of her.

Sergeant McNally called just to say he had not been able to find out anything yet. Being the prostitution detail was working nights, and he was on days, they just hadn't had a chance to meet up.

I hadn't heard from Holly until Wednesday afternoon. She called after she finished classes.

Carla yelled in to me, "Mick. Holly Armacost is on the phone for you."

"Okay, thanks." I picked up the phone. "Hi, Holly. How are things."

"I guess they're alright."

"You guess? Have you heard from your dad?"

"No. Actually, I haven't heard from my mother or father."

"Where'd your mother go?"

"I'm not sure. She said she needed to get away for a few days, just to calm down."

"That was probably a good idea."

"Yeah, but I wish I knew where she went."

"Why didn't you go with her?"

"I asked if she wanted me to and she said no. She said she didn't want me to miss any classes on account of this and said she'd rather be alone. She said she'd be a few days and that she'd call. She hasn't."

"How did she go? And when?"

"I guess she drove. Her car is gone. And it was Monday morning, after I left for school."

"And you have no idea where she would go?"

"No, Mick. I really don't. You know, she and my father have several places she could go. They have a place at the beach, one in the mountains, and one in Florida. I checked the boat, which was my grandfathers, so that's all hers, she wasn't there. She wouldn't take that out by herself anyway."

"Is there anyone you could call at any of the other places that might be able to tell you if she's there?"

"No. Unfortunately, I don't know any of the neighbors at the other places."

"Well, look Holly. I don't want to sound cold, but if something had happened to her, you'd have heard by now. The one thing police are real good at is making a notification. I'm sure you will probably hear from her this afternoon. Have you tried her cell phone?"

"No, I haven't. I don't want to sound like I'm keeping tabs on her."

"Maybe you should. The one thing she kept saying was how close you and your father are. Maybe she is worried you are more loyal to him."

"Pardon me, Mick. But fuck him. He's the one that caused this, not her."

Wow, what a change a couple days can make. "I know that and I know you know that, but maybe your mother doesn't know you feel that way. You should tell her."

"Maybe you're right, Mick. Thanks. I'll call you back in a little while."

"Okay, I'll be here."

Carla poked her head around the corner of the doorway. "How's she doing?"

"She's worried. Teresa went somewhere to get away and hasn't called her."

"Any idea where she went?"

"No. Holly didn't want to call her, but I just talked her into it."

"That's a good idea. Is she going to call you back?"

"Yes. That's what she said."

I pulled up my email and was reading them when Holly called back. "Mick! Holly!"

"Did you get ahold of her?"

"No. I got her email and told her to call me."

"Well at least that is something. Don't worry about her Holly. I'm sure she's okay."

"I hope so Mick. I lost one parent this week, I don't want to lose the other."

"I know what you mean. Let me know when you hear from her, okay?"

"Yeah, I will. You know something, Mick. I sure could use some company later."

"Really? You have any idea with who?"

"Yes. Would you like to stop by later?"

"I have a better idea. Carla and I were going to throw a couple of steaks on the grill, why don't you stop by my house. I'm sure I have enough for another mooch."

"With Carla? What are you nuts?"

"No. It's no trouble at all. Stop by around 6." I had to say something to throw off what was being said.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. We'll see you around 6."

"Okay, it's your funeral. I'll see you around 6."

Carla spun towards me in her chair. "I didn't know we were having dinner at your house tonight."

"Oh! Didn't I ask you? It must have slipped my mind. Would you like to have dinner at my house tonight?"

"Is she stopping by?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Then I'll be there." Carla snickered.

"Not taking any chances? Meoowwww!!!"

"That's right." Carla let out a devilish grim. "Actually Mick, I think that was really nice of you. If she is worried, she probably shouldn't be alone."

"Yeah! I know, I'm such a nice guy."

"Yeah, you are."

About an hour later, the phone rang and Carla answered it. "Mick! Holly!"

I picked up the phone. "Hi Holly. What's up?"

"My mother just called. She's okay."

"Where is she?"

"California."

"California? What the hell is she doing in California?"

"I don't know. She just said she wanted to get away and decided on going out there."

"That sounds strange. Has she gone out there before?"

"Yeah. Her and dad have gone out there a few times. She likes San Francisco."

"Is that where she is?"

"No. She's in L.A."

"But she didn't say why?"

"Nope. Just said that was where she wanted to go."

"Did she say when she was coming back?"

"Nope. Just that she wasn't going to be long."

"Well, at least she's okay."

"Yeah! Are we still on for dinner?"

"Yes. We'll celebrate her being okay."

"Is Carla still going to be there?"

"Of course."

"Oh well, I guess I can't have everything."

"Don't forget to bring a swim suit. Maybe we'll go in the hot tub for a while after dinner."

"Okay. See you at 6."

I know what you're thinking, "You stupid asshole, what the fuck do you think you're doing, putting Carla and Holly in the same house together?" I was thinking the same thing. But I always have liked living dangerously. 

I stood up from behind my desk and walked to the doorway. "Teresa is fine. She's in California."

"California? What the hell is she doing out there?"

"That's what I asked. She didn't say. I guess she wanted some sun."

"I guess so. Did she say when she'd be coming back?"

"No, she just said she wouldn't be long."

"If it were me, I'd stay out there."

"Not me. Earthquakes, mudslides, forest fires, I'll stay here."

"Yeah, goofy lawyers cheating on there wives..."

"That's the life for me. Job security."

"Hey, if we're supposed to meet the ditz at 6, does that mean we're not hitting Murphy's tonight?"

"Hmmm! Well, we could knock off a little early..."

"Sounds like a plan to me." Carla started putting away the files on her desk.

"Well I guess that settles that."

For a change, we made it to Murphy's at the beginning of happy hour instead of the end. You know something? It is so comforting to go into a place and be welcome. Not for your money or influence, because I don't have either, but just because it's you. Sylvia gave me the customary hug and a kiss on the cheek. She has even gotten into giving Carla a hug when she stops by. I walked through the bar saying hi to a few of the regulars. Murph yelled his greeting as usual. I made my way to my seat in the corner and Carla took the seat next to me. We had no sooner taken our seats when Murph brought a round of our usuals and sat them down in front of us.

"Sorry I missed you two yesterday. I took a well deserved day off."

"That was well deserved, Murph."

"So, Mick, I understand you were at Armacost's place the other night when all hell broke loose. Is that where you were coming from when you stopped by?"

"Yeah, but it really wasn't that big of a deal."

"What happened?"

"Armacost was next door fucking the neighbor's wife when the neighbor came home and caught them. That was all."

But the news said he got caught by the cops running through the neighborhood naked and then he slugged one of the cops."

"Well, yeah. He did that too."

"That was a pretty stupid thing to do."

"Yes it was."

"And the neighbor, he's a lawyer too?"

"That's right."

"What is this guy, the most stupid man on earth?"

"No. The most arrogant."

"And then the neighbor's wife gets locked up for punching out the husband, right in front of the cops. That must have been a riot to watch. She isn't too smart either."

"Nope! It's a shame because her husband is a nice guy."

"I wonder what gets into women. I'd like to know what she sees in a turd like Benjamin Armacost."

"I'd like to know that myself. Frankly, I'd like to know what Armacost sees in her. Mrs. Armacost is not exactly hard to take."

"That's the broad you were in here with earlier last week, right?"

"Yeah, that was her alright."

Murph looked at me and winked with the eye Carla couldn't see. "Well, maybe now's your chance. An extremely wealthy divorcée who obviously has a liking for you."

Carla gave my right knee a hard squeeze but said nothing as she daydreamed down the bar.

"No comment?"

Carla acted like she didn't hear Murph, "Huh? I'm sorry, what was that Murph? I wasn't paying attention."

"I was just..."

"Forget it Murph, she was listening. I still have the finger marks in my knee where she grabbed me when you said it the first time."

Murph chuckled in his deep guttural tone.

"No," Carla said very calmly, "Mrs. Armacost is a little too old for Mick. But her daughter may do. And I know she has the hots for him."

"Ooo! Mick! The daughter? How old is she?"

Quickly, Carla replied, "Eighteen. In two months!"

"Murph! Don't you have some work to do, like bring us another round?"

"Eighteen?"

I defended my honor, "She's 22."

"Your drinks are on the way." Murph laughed all the way down the bar.

"Phew! And you were no help."

Carla just smiled. "Like you said Pheury, meoowwww!"

I couldn't help but laugh. I knew Carla was putting on a little act, but I was wondering just how jealous she was of Holly. Women have this sixth sense about other women. They can tell whether a man is telling the truth about another woman or not. Carla was obviously using hers, and I'm sure she was just warming it up for what was in store the rest of the evening.



Mick the Dick Ch. 24



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Chapter 24

We finished at Murphy's at around 5:30 and headed for my house. I pulled up in the driveway with a few minutes to spare. Holly wasn't there yet. I walked in, turned the alarm off and was immediately pounced upon. 

"We have a couple of minutes, don't we?"

It was hard for me to answer Carla with her lips pressed tightly against mine. "Umph ugh err!"

Carla began unbuckling my belt and unfastening my pants when there was the sound of a car pulling up into my driveway. Carla just stopped dead in her tracks and stared into my eyes. She shook her head and walked back to the door.

"Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me, right?"

As I was closing up my pants I walked to the door, "What?"

"She drives a Vette?"

"Oh, you didn't know? It's not hers!"

"Of course not. It's mommy's or daddy's. But it's still fucking hers."

"Come on Carla, please…"

"Alright, Pheury. I'll try to be nice. But I'm warning you, this isn't going to be easy."

Holly got out of the car and strutted up the walk. She was wearing a short red plaid skirt, a white silk blouse over a white tube top, and a pair of black patent leather high heels. She had her hair pulled back into a pony tail. "Oh this is not going to be good," I thought to myself.

I could hear Carla mumble under her breath, "I don't fucking believe this." She walked towards the kitchen shaking her head.

"Hi Mick.", Holly said as I opened the door for her. She gave me a quick little kiss.

"Hi, Holly. How are things?"

"They're doing much better. Mom said she'll be home Saturday afternoon."

"That's good."

"My father called me on the cell phone again. I still didn't answer it."

"Again?"

"Yeah. He's called a few times since he was released. I haven't talked to him. He's even left messages on the answering machine at home."

"Does he say anything?"

"Just that he's sorry and wants my mother to know he loves her and needs to talk to her."

"I guess he does. I'll bet his lawyers are begging him to try anything to keep from her wolves devouring them alive."

"I talked to Mr. Shaffer, one of mom's attorneys. I let him know she was okay, he said he knew. Apparently she has been in touch with them."

"That's normal, Holly. Like I said, she may not have known who's side you were on. And don't forget, she probably thought you may need some time alone too."

"I hadn't really thought of that."

Holly looked at me and whispered, "Where's Carla?" I just pointed towards the kitchen. Holly quietly snapped her fingers as she mouthed, "Shucks!"

We walked into the kitchen and I said, "Carla, you remember Holly, Mrs. Armacost's daughter."

Carla very genuinely smiled, "Of course I do. Hello Holly, how are you making out."

"Hi Carla. Much better. Thank you. Now that I know everything is okay with my mother."

"Can I get either of you ladies something to drink?", I asked.

Carla, not giving up her position in the food chain, said, "I'll take my usual." She kept looking Holly up and down. When Holly wasn't looking, Carla would just look at me and roll her eyes as she shook her head.

"With a beer?", I added.

"Sure.", Carla replied.

"I'll take a bourbon, straight, and a chaser.", Holly said.

Carla's eyes opened wide as if she couldn't believe that Holly would drink bourbon. I just smiled as I said, "I'll have them right up." I walked towards the bar. I fixed my bourbon first, killed it, and refilled the glass. I had a feeling I'd better have a head start on them. Then I poured theirs and carried them back into the kitchen, putting them on the counter. The girls were actually talking. No hair pulling, no clawing each others eyes out. I pulled three beers from the refrigerator and put them next to the other drinks.

"Whatcha talking 'bout girls?"

Carla looked at me and smiled, "Nothing much, sweetheart. Just you."

"Arrgghhhh!", I yelled as the knife was thrust into my back, puncturing my heart, one lung, and several other vital organs. I fell to the floor. Not a real knife of course. I just laid face down on the floor for a few seconds. The two of them just stood over top of me laughing. As long as they kept any jealousy aimed at me, this could turn out okay. I hoped I could accomplish this, but I didn't know it would be so soon. Women get along better when they have a man to pick on.

I stood up, "What do you mean, nothing much?"

Carla just shrugged her shoulders as Holly continued to snicker, "What part didn't you understand?"

Holly chimed in, "Let me try. De nada."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay, I get the message. Dogs fight better in packs." Oops! Did I make a reference to bitches. Don't back down now dummy.

Carla's mouth dropped open, obviously picking up in the insinuation, "Are you calling us bitches?"

"Uhh! Did I say bitches? I don't think I said that."

Holly, all of the sudden realizing what was said, "I think that's what you were implying. At least that's what it sounded like to me." Both of them looked at each other and smiled. Then all three of us laughed.

"I'd better fire up the grill.", I said as I picked up my beer and headed for the deck.

"One more comment like that, and we may be putting you on that grill."

I just chuckled to myself as I went outside. It was working. "You don't have to barbecue my ass to eat me.", I said to myself.

After firing up the grill, I went back inside. They were both laughing. "What's so funny?"

Carla said, "Speaking of bitches, I was just telling Holly about the afternoon you almost shot the dog that charged at you and you almost broke your neck trying to get back in the truck only to find out the dog was behind an electric fence."

"Yeah, that was real funny. How the hell was I supposed to know that there was an electric fence there. It wasn't marked. If I'd have shot the dog…"

"But then he complained to the police about it and they told the owner, who did happen to be a bitch, that it would be a good idea that she have the electric fence moved back about 25 feet so people would see that the dog was confined. She didn't like that idea because they'd have to dig up her lawn again. She called and bitched at Mick for… what was it Mick, about a week?"

"Yeah, something like that."

"Until the post office told her they wouldn't deliver her mail until she confined the dog better. The mailman sprayed her dog a couple of times with that stuff they carry. I guess she got tired of bathing the dog so she had the electric fence moved back to the house so the dog pretty much had to stay in the back yard."

Holly looked at me, smiled and said, "So you've had your share of problems with bitches, huh Mick?"

"Uh! Yeah, you might say that." I pulled three steaks from the refrigerator and started my ritual with preparing them. I make my own seasoning and marinade. The marinade is the simple part, put the seasoning in… you guessed it… bourbon. Next to being a private detective, I enjoy cooking. In my next life I'd like to come back as a TV chef, making millions off of my shows and cooking utensils. You say that's already been done? Oh, well. I guess I have to stick around a while.

Carla held up her empty beer can and shooter and shook them to show me they were empty. I shrugged my shoulders and asked, "Do you have a problem?"

"I'm empty.", Carla said with a smirk.

"That sounds like a personal problem. I'm the chef, not the bartender. You know where the bar and the beer are." Ahhh! The ultimate form of trust from a man, inviting a woman to help herself to his liquor.

"Come on Holly, I'll show you where he keeps the good stuff." Carla stopped as she got in front of me. She stared into my eyes for a couple of seconds, kissed me on the lips, and then whispered, "You are such a dick."

I just smiled back at her, "That's what I'm told."

As Holly went to walk past me, I grabbed her by her arm, "Wait a minute, didn't you see her pay a toll?"

"Huh? Oh!" Holly gave me a quick little kiss.

Carla just stared at me for a second over her shoulder as she continued towards the bar. I continued to run around the kitchen fixing the salad… yeah, I know what I said back around chapter nine, I don't like salad, but… baked potatoes, steamed vegetables, and wait until dessert.

Carla actually fixed me another bourbon, even though I had already refilled my shooter from the bottle I had for the marinade. Holly brought me a beer. 

Carla came over behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist, "Do you need help with anything?"

"Nope. Not unless you have a psychiatry degree."

"Sorry, I can't help you there. Is it okay if we turn on some music?"

"Sure, go right ahead. You know where it is, right?" I like how it's "we" now.

"Yep. Come on Holly, let's find some tunes." The two girls went towards the "grand room", what some people call the family room. Being I live here by myself I prefer to call it what the home builders call it to make it sound fancy so you buy it.

A few minutes later the house was filled with the sound of the finest Nashville can produce. I have an unusual collection of music. Everything from classical to movie soundtracks. I like all music, which rules out rap and hip hop which fall under my definition of noise. Country, which is more like pop these days, is my favorite though. I like being able to understand the words to the song and not get pounded to death by a lot of bass that helps hide a lack of talent.

Surprisingly, Holly likes country as well. Of course we all know where Carla stands regarding music. There're two types of music for Carla, country and western. At least we would all agree on what to listen to.

I had taken the steaks out to the grill. I like cooking my steaks slow. And being I like them well done, but not burnt, it was going to take a little while. I had the potatoes "nuked" which cooks them all the way through, but then I wrap them in foil and put them on the back side of the grill, just to keep them warm. Everything else was set, including the kitchen counter. Yes, I do have a dining room, but I seldom use it. The rich folk refer to a dining room you don't use as the formal dining room. It's not for show that I don't use it, it's because the sink, garbage disposal, and dishwasher are closer to the kitchen counter and makes clean-up easier.

I stood by the grill keeping an eye on the steaks. Carla and Holly joined me on the deck. They watched and made jokes, mostly about me and my cooking. As long as they stay off of each other, I can deal with them picking on me.

"Mick, do you mind if Holly and I get in the hot tub for a little while before we eat? It's going to be a little while yet, right?"

"Sure, go right ahead. Let me take the cover off for you while you get into your swim suits."

"My suit is out in my car. Where should I change?", Holly asked.

"Come on, I'll walk out with you. We can change in Mick's bedroom.", Carla said as she started towards the door. "I'll bet she brought a bikini.", she whispered as she walked past me.

I removed the cover from the hot tub and turned the jets on. It was just cool enough that the water in the hot tub created a fog bank around it. I keep the water temperature at around 104 degrees. Yeah, I know, you shouldn't keep it warmer than 102. But I like to be a little different. After a good workout or a hard day, those couple of degrees seem to make a difference. And of course, when I have company in the tub, there is a tendency to splash around a little more which can cool off the water a little anyway.

It didn't take the girls long to change. Carla came out in a black racing style suit. Holly followed wearing a bright yellow thong bikini. As Carla walked past me she gave me a little, "Told you!"

I walked over to the side of the hot tub and helped each one of them in. Both of them had their hands filled with refills of their drinks. Carla slowly sunk into the steamy bubbling water never taking her eyes off me. I guess she was trying to catch me never taking my eyes off Holly. I have to admit, both of them looked delicious. Holly slid below the surface, going completely under for a few seconds, wetting her entire body.

"Ooo! This feels great, Mick.", Holly said once she surfaced.

"It feels so hot, Mick.", Carla said as she leaned over the side looking at the control panel. "It's on 104. That's where you usually keep it isn't it?"

"Yeah, usually."

"It just feels a little hotter than usual."

"It's just those two hot bodies in there that make it feel hotter." Oops! I better watch myself there. Carla gave me a little bit of a look. I didn't know if it was positive or negative.

"You ought to ask Carla to give you a back rub while you're in there, Holly. She is really good at making you relax your muscles." Carla had actually taken classes on massage in college, kind of a filler for some extra credits she needed.

"Really? I love back rubs."

"Turn around.", Carla said to her.

Carla started by rubbing Holly's neck and shoulders. When she caught my eye, she made motions like she was strangling Holly without Holly seeing what she was doing. It was kind of funny.

I went back over to the grill to take care of the steaks. I had to go back inside to get another beer. When I came out, Holly and Carla were facing each other. They were actually massaging each other. This was a little different.

"Hey, Mick! Can you get each of us another shot?", Carla asked.

"Sure. I'll be right back." Damn, I have to take advantage of this. 

I went in and brought out the bottles of bourbon and tequila, went over to the tub, and filled their shooter glasses. I sat the bottles down next to the tub. "Here, just in case either of you need some more."

"What are you trying to do, Pheury, get us drunk so you can take advantage of us?", Carla asked.

"Yeah, Mick. Or are you hoping we take advantage of each other?", Holly asked as she grabbed Carla's boobs. Carla didn't pull away or anything, which totally surprised me. Instead, she grabbed one of Holly's tits with one hand and put her other around her shoulders, pulling her close. Both of them kissed each other hard. My dick went to rock hard in an instant. Both of them began laughing hysterically as they pulled apart from each other.

"Did that get your dick hard, Pheury?", Carla asked as she winked at me.

"Naa! It takes more than that to get me excited.", I answered back with a little arrogance.

"Oh really? Come here Holly." Holly slid through the water and met Carla in the middle of the hot tub. They were both kneeling. They both wrapped their arms around each other in a tight embrace. They began kissing each other. They made sure I could see their tongues fighting with each other. Now my dick was really getting hard. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. They were running their hands over each other's body. But then they stopped. 

"How's your dick now, Pheury?", Carla asked.

"Ahh! It's getting there."

"Sorry, Mick. But that's as far as we go.", Carla added.

"Yeah! Sorry Mick. We don't go any further. Kissing and all isn't sex. We aren't lesbians.", Holly said.

"I'm glad to hear that. You sure had me going."

Carla, still laughing, "We thought we would."

"Well, it worked. You almost made me screw up the steaks."

"Well, we don't want to do that now, do we?", Carla said.

I went back to the grill. The steaks were just about done. I turned the grill off and removed the steaks, placing them on a plate. Then I took the potatoes and put them on the plate. I carried them inside and put one on each plate on the counter. I went back out on the deck. Both girls were sitting in the tub, no playing with each other, no kissing, no touching, just talking. I thought to myself, "They must be fucking with me."

"Umm! Ladies! Dinner is served."

Carla looked over at me, "Okay. We'll be right there."

They helped each other out of the tub. Carla handed Holly a towel and they each dried off. I had noticed neither had taken robes out with them. I went to the one closet in the hallway and pulled out two terry robes I keep there for just this reason. When I returned, both girls were standing by the grill trying to warm up.

"Here, put these on before you catch a cold."

"Ooo! Brrr! Thanks Mick.", Carla said.

Holly slipped into the robe, "Thank you, Mick. It gets cold real quick."

"Yes it does.", I said as I admired both of their hard nipples protruding through their swim suits.

The three of us walked inside. Holly said that she'd be right back and headed for the bathroom. Once she was out of hearing range, Carla came over close to me, "Mick, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me out there."

"Sorry? For what?"

"You know what. I don't do that. I feel terrible. It must be the booze."

"Don't blame it on the booze. You didn't do anything wrong. You were just fooling around."

"Yeah, but…"

"No but. It was okay. It wasn't like you licked each other or anything. You didn't even touch each other's pussies. Don't worry about it. I thought it was funny."

"Did it actually get you hard?"

"Yeah. A little."

"Do you know something. It got me excited too. Not the same as when I do it with you, but it was different. That was the first time I kissed a girl like that."

"Did you say something to Holly?"

"No. Not really. I think it was out of the ordinary for her too. She felt a little uncomfortable at first."

"Okay, so there's no problem."

"Are you sure? I don't want you to think I've turned lezbo or anything."

"No! I don't think that."

"Okay, as long as you're sure."

Holly came back into the kitchen and it was Carla's turn to. With 4 bathrooms in this place, why take turns? As with Carla, as soon as she was out of hearing range, Holly came close to me.

"Mick, I'm sorry about what happened out side. You know, in the tub."

"Not you too?"

"What?"

"Carla just finished explaining that the two of you were just fooling around and that neither of you are lesbians."

"That's right, but…"

"Don't worry about it. It was fun watching the two of you do that. If you enjoyed it, go for it."

"No, Mick. I'm not going to go for it. I'm not a lesbian or bi or anything like that."

"For crying out loud, Holly. You didn't do anything wrong. Don't worry about it. We'll talk about it after dinner. Let's eat." 



Mick the Dick Ch. 25



©2005 All Rights Reserved

Dinner was exceptional. Even with all of the distractions, the steaks were done just right. The dessert I mentioned earlier was another of my own little creations. I took custard, even though it was instant, put a scoop of vanilla ice cream on top of it, sprinkled some sugar on it and melted the sugar on top of the ice cream with this little torch thing. I think the real chefs call it caramelizing or something like that. Then I trickled some cream de menthe on top of it. I served it out at the hot tub.

I had to change into my swim suit before I took the dessert outside. I sent the girls out to get in and get used to the water again. I carried their desserts out first and then came back into the kitchen for mine. Each of the girls had taken corner seats. When I climbed in, I went to one of the other corners.

"Oh no you don't! Right here.", Carla said as she pointed to the spot in between the two of them.

"Yeah! We want you between us so we don't get anymore funny ideas.", Holly added.

"I don't have a problem with that, but are we still on this lesbian thing?"

Both of them said in unison, "We're not lesbians!"

"Well now that all of my neighbors know what we're talking about..."

Much quieter, "We're not lesbians."

"Okay. I believe you. Both of you." 

"We were just talking about this while we were waiting for you." Carla said.

"Look," I began, "I don't care. If the two of you had fun doing it. That's okay with me. Just so long as you know what the real thing is."

Holly looked really puzzled. "This is great. Perversion must be hereditary. I must take after my father."

"Look. Both of you. If the two of you had licked each other or even fingered each other, maybe I could see your concern. I still wouldn't consider you lesbians because I think both of you prefer men. If you fuck yourself with a dildo, that doesn't mean you prefer rubber over flesh. If you substitute something because the real thing isn't around, I don't think there is anything wrong. It's when you prefer the substitute that I think there could be a problem. This is all my personal opinion here, but..."

Carla just looked at me with a concerned expression. "I don't know Mick. It just felt so good, so different that... well... it scared me."

"It scared me too.", Holly said, "I've never really made out with a girl before."

"Alright, look. Did the two of you fall in love or something? Do you want me to leave so you can be alone to figure this out?"

"No! No! No! Nothing like that Mick, but suppose it happens again?", Carla asked.

"If it happens again, and it feels good, see what happens. Nothing says you'll have sex because of it."

Carla and Holly looked at each other and smiled. Carla snickered, "It was fun, wasn't it."

"Yeah! It was.", Holly replied.

"Well then, it was fun. That was all. If it's fun, that doesn't mean you have to take it so serious. Keep it fun. You should only worry when things start getting serious. How do you like the dessert?"

Holly took her first taste. The ice cream was just about melted. "It's good. What is it?"

"Cream ala Mick.", I said, once again without thinking of where it would lead.

"That's not the Cream ala Mick I had the other night." Holly slipped big time. "I mean, I had a Cream something at dinner the other night with my parents."

Carla caught on immediately. I think she knew what Holly was going to say before Holly even finished. She didn't say anything. She just took another spoonful of the custard. Holly kept trying to backpedal, "Really. It was a Cream Brule' or something like that."

Carla began to laugh, "Drop it Holly. Just forget it."

"But... but... I mean... Shit!" Holly stopped in mid stream.

Carla continued to laugh. "That's okay Holly. I had a feeling you had some Cream ala Mick anyway."

"We... ah...", Holly was still trying to bail water from the Titanic after it had already sunk.

I finally broke my stunned silence. "Forget it Holly. It's done."

"Don't lie about it. I knew the two of you have seen each other on a more than professional basis. I don't own Mick. Right Mick?"

"Yeah! Right! But Carla, it was only once."

"And it was my fault, Carla.", Holly admitted. "I begged him to make love to me. I seduced him."

Carla continued to laugh, "Wait a minute, wait a minute. I'm not asking for any of this. Mick and I aren't married. We're not even engaged. Hell, we're not even going steady, if that is even around any more."

"Carla, I'm sorry. I didn't intend on you finding out like this.", I said.

"Mick, I told you last week. Until we say so, together, you don't have any ring through your nose. I told you I don't expect you to give up your freedom. I know you don't like being tied down to one girl."

"I know. Yes, you did. But..."

"There's no BUT about it. That's the way things are. Just because I'm not interested in anybody else doesn't mean you have to limit yourself. All I asked was that you not make me a fool."

"I didn't think I had."

Still in her happy tone of voice, "You haven't. At least I don't think you have. Have you?"

"No! I don't think. That's why nobody except for Holly and me, and now you, knew anything happened between us. That's why Teresa said what she said the other day about you."

Holly broke her silence, "What did my mother say?"

"When she paid the bill she asked if Carla was the secretary I told her about. Your mother asked me if there was a woman in my life and I told her that Carla was that woman. I didn't think it would have been a good idea to tell her about us."

"Why did she ask about a woman in your life? Was she hitting on you?"

"No, she wasn't hitting on me. She was asking for you. She said that since you met me all she heard was "Mick Pheury this and Mick Pheury that". She was just wondering if there was a chance for you."

Carla interrupted, "Look, all I want to know is do you still love me?"

"Of course I still love you."

"Okay then, that's all I want. That and some more of this Cream ala Mick." She held up the empty dish.

"I can do that." I kissed her as I got out to get another dessert concoction from the kitchen.

When I got back to the hot tub with Carla's second Cream ala Mick, Holly and Carla were hugging each other. I just stood and watched expecting another show like earlier. Holly was crying.

"Should I stay away?" I asked.

Holly looked up at me, "No, come back in."

"Everything is okay.", Carla said, "Holly and I understand each other."

"Well that's good, because I'm having a hard time understanding any of this." I laughed. "I thought she was upset that I didn't have any more of these things."

All three of us laughed. Carla said, "Let me explain. Both of us are madly in love with you. I think you know that. We have decided that we will do whatever you want. If you want one of us to leave, we will. If you want to see both of us, that's okay too. As it turns out, we like each other," seeing my change in facial expression, "not that way. I mean, we actually like each other, which I didn't think was possible. If we have to put up with each other to still have you, that's what we will do."

Holly nodded, "That should make you happy. The old having your cake and eating it too."

I thought about what she just said. "And in those five minutes I was gone, both of you figured this out? I think you both need to get jobs at the United Nations."

"It should do your over inflated ego wonders, two significantly younger girls always there at your beckoning.", Carla added. 

The three of us laughed again as I climbed back into the tub. The two of them separated and once again sat on each side of me.

"That's what we've figured out. Is that okay with you?", Holly asked.

"You know, of course, dating both of you could break me financially, not to mention kill me physically." I snickered.

"Is it too much for you to handle, Pheury?", Carla asked in her sly way.

"I don't know. It might be."

"Oh, come on, Mick.", Holly interjected, "You've handled it okay for the last week and especially tonight."

"Well, I wouldn't exactly say I've handled it."

"We think you're doing fine.", Carla said as she slipped her arm around my shoulders.

Holly slipped around in front of me and loosened the drawstring on my swim shorts. Carla kissed me as she slipped her arms out of the straps for her suit. Holly pulled my suit down to my ankles and I slipped my feet out. She fished the suit out of the tub and tossed them onto the side. Holly stroked my cock as she slid her face between mine and Carla's. Carla moved away to slip out of her suit and then unfastened Holly's top. I helped slip it off her arms as she continued to stroke me. 

Carla reached under the water and slipped Holly's thong off. Then she slid back alongside me. I now had two hands stroking my cock, Holly's and Carla's. The three of us were kissing each other and rubbing our now completely naked bodies against each other. The girls were experimenting with each other, trying to see how far the other would go. I could tell, even in the darkness, that they were running their hands over each others bodies. But, it was obvious they weren't going as far as to touch each others pussies. 

Well how about that, I have two hands, one for each. I slid each of my hands between their legs and played with their pussies. They each responded immediately. I slipped a finger inside each one, finger fucking them as they stroked my cock. We continued kissing each other and running our tongues over each other's tongues and mouths, occasionally straying onto our necks and shoulders. I was able to penetrate Holly a little further and had her cumming in a matter of minutes. She grabbed my hand and forced it harder against her pussy as she had her first orgasm of the evening.

Carla, not to be outdone, soon followed. I found her G-spot and rubbed it hard with my finger. She had taken her one hand and was fingering her clit. She suddenly convulsed in a series of orgasms. She tried to pull my hand away, but Holly was leaning against her in such a way that made it more difficult than had we been alone.

Once Carla's orgasm subsided, Holly pushed against me, trying to slide me up onto the side. "Sit up on the edge, Mick.", she said.

Carla was still recovering but assisted Holly in pushing me onto the side. Both girls spread my legs apart as they squeezed between them. Carla had my cock in her one hand as Holly slid her mouth over the engorged head of my cock. Carla stroked it as Holly slid it further and further into her mouth with each stroke. Carla kissed me while Holly sucked on my cock. After a few minutes, Holly slid away to let Carla have a turn. While Carla was licking one side of my shaft, Holly was doing the same to the other. Their lips and tongues met as they both licked and sucked on my cock. Watching both of them sucking my cock and kissing each other was turning me on like never before. 

Oh, I've had two girls at one time before. I have even had sex with sisters, twin sisters, and a mother and daughter at the same time. I even fucked sisters that were lovers. But seeing two girls that until tonight claimed they had never made love to another woman was exciting. It was almost like making love to a virgin for the first time, which is the one thing I'm not sure if I have ever done.

Their hands still roamed over my and each other's bodies as they continued to blow me. Carla stood up turned away from me, and straddled my legs. She slowly lowered herself onto my lap, sliding my cock inside her pussy. Holly held Carla's hips as if guiding her onto my cock. After Carla began rolling her hips, taking me deep inside her, Holly began sucking on Carla's nipples and rubbing her tits. Holly then moved her head towards our joined pelvises. She tried her best to only lick my balls and what little of my cock shaft that was exposed, but then found herself licking Carla's pussy. 

Carla was so caught up in the heat of passion she began rubbing Holly's head and playing with her hair and neck. Holly was licking the shaft of my cock and Carla's clit. Even though I couldn't see what Holly was doing, I knew. Carla grabbed Holly's head and pulled it tight against her pussy as she had another orgasm. Carla road me hard as she came, holding Holly's head against us. I could feel Holly's tongue licking my cock and then it would disappear where Carla's pussy met.

Holly never stopped for a moment. Then, when Carla stopped thrashing about, Holly slid my cock out from Carla and sucked on it. "Umm! That's the first time I've tasted another woman's pussy. You're rather good."

Holly and Carla kissed as they exchanged places. They took their time, frenching each other, Carla tasting her own juices on Holly's tongue. Carla slowly stood up and slid back into the water. "Holly's Turn."

Holly wasted no time in jumping on my lap. She faced away from me as she lowered herself down, sliding my cock into her pussy. She is a bit tighter than Carla so she took me inside her just a little slower. Carla licked and sucked on Holly's nipples as Holly slowly impaled herself on my cock. As Holly established a rhythm, sliding my cock in and out of her pussy, Carla licked her way down Holly's chest, tight firm belly, and between her legs to he pussy. There was a pause as Carla's mouth approached Holly's pussy, as if wondering if she really wanted to continue. "I don't know why I'm doing this."

But her pause was short lived. She began licking the shaft of my cock as it slid in and out of Holly. "Ummm!", I heard Carla say as she tasted Holly for the first time.

"Ooo! Oh, yes, Carla! Oh, that feels so good!", Holly said as she rocked back and forth on my cock. "Oh, yes Carla! Lick me! Yes! Lick me!"

The encouragement sent Carla wild. She ran her tongue across Holly's pussy and my cock as her head bobbed up and down between our legs. She rubbed her tongue hard against Holly's clit causing her to have a series of orgasms that lasted for minutes. The excitement forced Carla to finger her own pussy allowing herself to cum.

I don't know how I lasted as long as I had, but I knew my time was near. I had forced myself to relax each time I felt myself ready to cum, prolonging the enjoyment the three of us were experiencing. But my luck was about to run out. "I'm getting close!", I said to either or both of the girls. 

"Don't cum inside me, Mick!", Holly pleaded. "Oh, I want you to, but we can't."

"I want you to cum in my mouth Mick!", Carla said.

"Okay, keep riding me," I said, "I'll tell you when."

Holly continued raising up and down, fucking me, taking my cock deep inside her tight wet pussy. Carla continued licking my shaft as it exposed from inside Holly. Every time it would disappear inside Holly's pussy, Carla would lick her clit. It was driving Holly wild. For that fact, me too.

It was time, "Are you ready for it Carla?"

"Oh yes! Let me have it."

Holly raised up just enough to allow my cock to slip out from her pussy. Carla licked the underside of my cock as it slid out. My cock immediately spewed forth its load of hot cum. The first burst shot up into the air splashing across Carla's cheek and onto Holly's abdomen and pussy. Holly took it in her mouth, sucking and deep throating it as I continued to cum. She sucked on it hard, draining the cum from my cock. She pushed my cock to the side and licked the cum that has splashed onto Holly's pussy and belly, not wasting a drop. She took the time to lick Holly's clit a little more while she was there.

Holly slid off of me and back into the steamy water next to Carla. She licked the cum from Carla's face and then licked Carla's lips. Carla's tongue was still coated with my cum as she stuck it out to share some with Holly. "Ummm! Ooo! That's good!", Holly mumbled. They rubbed their tongues together as they kissed, spreading my cum between them.

I was too exhausted to move. Holly reached over and sucked my spent cock some more, as if trying to get it up for some more. "What's this? Are you done already?"

"Oh, one quick one and he's done for the night.", Carla said sarcastically. They both laughed as they pulled me back into the tub.

"I told both of you this arrangement won't work. Either one of you would probably be too much for me, but both of you will probably kill me.", I said to them. "But then again, what a way to go!"

Carla just looked at me and smiled. "Well, we all gotta go some time!"

"I need a drink.", I said as I picked up my empty beer can."

Holly stood up, "I'll get it for you, daddy. I don't want you to tire yourself out too bad." She stepped out of the tub, "Do you need a refill Carla?"

Carla leaned over and drained the last of her tequila. "No. I'll just take another one of these." She picked up the bottle I had placed next to the tub earlier.

"Okay, I'll be right back." Holly walked towards the kitchen.

"Mick, I'm sorry.", Carla whispered to me. "I don't know what's come over me. I've never done this before."

"Why are you sorry? You didn't do anything wrong."

"Mick! I just licked another woman's pussy. My god! I'm not a lesbian."

I snickered, "Carla, if I hadn't been here, would it have happened? It's as much my fault as yours."

"But Mick..."

"Did you enjoy it? Did you have fun? Like I said, if I hadn't been here, you probably wouldn't have done it."

Holly came back out with my beer. "Here you go, Mick." She looked at the depressed look on Carla's face. "What's wrong?"

I looked up at her, "Nothing."

"Oh, oh! Did I do something?"

Carla looked up at her as Holly slowly got back in the tub, "It's nothing. You didn't do anything."

"Being you said "I" didn't do anything, it must be something that involves me."

"No! it's me.", Carla said.

"It must be what we did while making love with Mick. Right?"

"Ah! Excuse me," I interrupted, "but would you two like to discuss this alone?"

Carla looked at me sternly, "No, Mick. We might need your advice on this. After all, like you said, you're involved with this."

"She's right Mick. Please stay."

"Holly, I feel as guilty as I did the first time I let a guy fuck me."

"Me too", Holly declared, "but I also feel as good as I did that first time."

The three of us exchanged glances. Why did I suddenly feel like I was about to be ganged up on? 

"Did you ever consider yourself bi-sexual?", Carla asked.

"Not until tonight. Actually, does what we did tonight make us bi-sexual?" 

I had to speak up at this point, "Ah! Girls! Can I throw my two cents worth in here?" They both looked at me. "I think we're missing something here. What happened was because we are all horny and we've been drinking, heavily drinking. All three of us were making love to each other, which I think set things in motion. If you enjoyed it, just say so. If you didn't, just say so and don't do it again."

Carla interjected, "That's the problem, I did like it. I really liked what we did. That's what worries me."

"Me too.", Holly added, "I never thought I'd have eaten out another woman, but I did and I liked it. I don't think I'd have done it on my own, or without a man being involved, but..."

"So, the two of you have bi-sexual tendencies, so what?"

"Mick, everything I have stood for just changed.", Carla said.

"Everything you stood for??? You mean there is nothing else in your life but sex??? Come on. One thing in your life just changed, and it wasn't really a change, you added something."

Carla and Holly looked at each other and back at me. I could tell what I just said sunk in. Holly spoke up, "I think I see what you mean. We just added something to our sex life. It's like finding out about bondage or something like that."

"Exactly!", I said with some excitement. I just made sense of something and convinced someone else. "Carla, a few days ago when we were talking about fantasies and stuff, you said you had fantasized about making it with another woman. You said most, if not all women have fantasized about it at one time or another. So you just fulfilled one of your fantasies. Maybe not to the degree you had thought about it over the years, but you at least tried it. You could have stopped, but you didn't. I think it was something the two of you really wanted to try. That's not a bad thing."




Mick the Dick Ch. 25



"Yeah, Carla.", Holly said, "I'll admit it. I've thought about it. Tonight, everything just fell into place for it to happen. Frankly, I don't regret it. I mean, I'm not turning completely lesbian or anything. I still like Mick, or I mean guys, but when the mood is right... well... like tonight... it was fun."

"I guess you're right. It was fun. I really did enjoy it. I guess it's just a shock to find out you're a lesbian."

"You're not exactly a lesbian though.", I pointed out, "You still prefer men, right? You just don't mind having fun with another woman when... well, like tonight, the timing is right."

Carla grinned, "I think I see what you mean. And I guess, being a little more selective, there can be a reason there." Carla slid over closer to Holly as Holly raised her arm and put it across Carla's shoulders. "But what about if Holly and I fell in love with each other and wanted you out of the picture?"

I gave a little nervous chuckle, "Well, then I guess you'd be promoted to full fledged lesbian status. Why, do you think that's where this is heading?"

Carla and Holly looked at each other, wrapped their arms around each other and kissed for a few seconds. Then Carla looked at me and said, "Naa! I don't think so."

Holly started giggling, "She just doesn't have what you have Mick."

"Well, I'm glad for that.", I said with some joy. Both of them slid over on each side of me. They each placed an arm across my shoulders.

"Of course," Carla reminded me, "earlier this evening I'd have never thought I'd make love to another woman."

"Me neither.", Holly added, "So anything could be possible."

"So," Carla asked, "you know how we feel about this, Mick. How do you feel about it?"

I had to think for a minute, just to get my thoughts together. "Well, if you mean how do I feel about having two girls that now like each other in my life? I don't know yet, but it's looking good so far."

"Seriously," Holly continued, "can you handle both of us? Together?"

"Oh, I think I can try. If we have nights like this, I know I can do it. It really turned me on to see the two of you getting it on. I mean, here's two women I love making love to each other while making love to me. It was great. But am I worth it to the two of you?"

Carla answered, "Mick, I would never have thought I would openly admit to wanting to share you with anybody, but if I have to, just to keep you, then I'm glad it's with Holly."

This is starting to sound like a dream.

Holly looked at Carla and back at me as she said, "And, not that I thought I even stood a chance with you, Mick, I'm glad to share you with Carla." 

"I just hope the two of you don't decide you like females so much that you start looking for others."

Carla raised her eyebrows, "I don't think so. And, nothing personal Holly, I don't think it is going to be a regular thing between us."

"I agree," Holly spoke up, "I don't want it to lose its novelty. This was something really special tonight. I don't want to make it cheap or wear it out."

I smiled in agreement.

The three of us enjoyed each others company for about another hour in the hot tub. It was getting late. Holly still had classes in the morning and Carla and I had work to do at the office. The girls cleaned up the deck while I closed up the hot tub. Then we went to bed, together. All three of us. Last night, I'd have said that was a hundred to one shot. 

Remember how I said I really enjoyed sleeping with Carla? Remember how I said it was so relaxing and comfortable? Well guess what? I found something I like even better. I knew that California king was going to be worth the price I paid. 



Mick the Dick Ch. 26



I woke up around 6:00 and got my shower before the two girls even woke up. I figured I owed them a nice breakfast. I fixed eggs, bacon, grits, toast, and, of course, coffee. I poured three glasses of orange juice and sat then next to the cups of coffee on the counter. Everything smelled so good, the odor went through the house. I knew they would probably wake up with hangovers, so I fixed three of my Bloody Marys with extra Worcestershire Sauce. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, Bloody Marys are a Sunday morning drink. Well, the Wednesday night we had was worse than any Saturday. Not worse, well, you know what I mean.

Breakfast was just about done when I heard the pitter patter of little feet coming down the hall. Carla and Holly, arm in arm, came waltzing down the hallway and into the kitchen. Both of them had on one of my dress shirts, barely buttoned. Carla had on a black one, Holly had on white.

"Jeez! What the hell did we drink last night?" Carla asked as she sat down at the counter and put her head in her hands.

"It's not a question of what, but how much?" I replied.

"Holly just slid over to me and gave me a kiss. "I hope you don't mind." She pulled on the shirt indicating she was borrowing it.

"No, not at all. Take a drink of the Bloody Mary, that will help straighten you out."

"Arrrrgghhhh! I don't know about that. How much did I drink?"

"Oh, about a bottle of tequila and six pack of beer," I said with a laugh.

"It scared the hell out of me, waking up in bed next to another woman," Carla said, "and then I remembered what happened."

"Still regretting it?" I asked.

"Oh, no. Not exactly regretting it. I just wish I could remember all of it." Carla looked at Holly, "Did we really... you know... last night?"

Holly, also a little fuzzy, "If you mean... I guess you could call it... make love? I think so."

"Mick, how the hell could you let us... do that?" Carla asked with a little anger in her voice.

"You're both big girls, and I was as blitzed as the two of you. You said you enjoyed it. You said you always fantasized about it."

"Yeah, but. I never thought I would do it."

"Wait a minute!" Holly said, "I may not remember exactly how it came about either, and I sure in hell never thought about making it with another woman, but I'll admit it. I liked what we did last night."

"Let's not argue on an empty stomach. Here, let's eat while it's warm." I slid a plate in front of each of the girls and then returned with mine.

Carla took a mouthful from her fork. "Ummm! That's good. I guess I liked it too, but I just wish I'd have been a little more sober so I could remember what all happened. I feel like such a slut. I remember what happened, but I can't explain why."

"I'm sure things will come back to you as you wake up and start feeling better," I said with confidence.

"I don't know what you're all happy about, Pheury. You probably sat there and watched us turn into lesbians."

"Oh shit! Here we go again. Last night you had a "bi-sexual experience". I guess that's what you'd call it."

"Bi-sexual means I like men and women. In order to like women, that makes me a lesbian."

"Forget it. I'm not even getting into it with you."

Holly was laughing. "I don't know what we call it, I liked it. I didn't plan on it. But it happened. It's nothing we can do about it now. If you never want to do it again, that's up to you. Looking back at it, I wouldn't mind doing it again. At least with you. And that is if Mick is involved."

Carla looked surprised, but then she let out a big smile. "You know, it was pretty good, wasn't it? I mean, sexually, it was really good. It probably wouldn't have been as good if YOU," as she looked directly at me, "hadn't been there."

Holly agreed, "Oh, I think that was the whole thing right there. We'd have never done it if Mick hadn't been there and been involved. I know I'd have never just licked your pussy on my own. We were kissing and stuff in the hot tub earlier, remember? And we didn't even try to feel each other's pussy."

Carla thought for a moment. "Oh, yeah. That's right! We didn't, did we?"

"No, that's why I think it's important to distinguish that we didn't just do this on our own. Okay, so we love the same guy. That gives us something in common. If we happen to love each other while we love him... I just don't see anything wrong with that."

I just sat there, kept my big mouth shut, except to eat. I think they were doing just fine on their own. I was more worried about how I was going to handle two women. Of course, maybe worrying about it is the wrong thing to do. This could be every man's dream come true, two younger, terrific looking, intelligent, and in one case very wealthy, women who don't mind each other. But how long could this last?

Being I wasn't engaged in quite as much talking, I finished first. I took my plate and glasses over to the sink, rinsed them, and put them in the dishwasher. Then I walked to the bedroom to finish getting ready for work. The two of them were still discussing what happened last night. 

I returned to the kitchen to find them both cleaning the counter and dishes. "Here, I'll take care of that. Why don't the two of you go get dressed."

"Pheury, you're a fraud," Carla said with a smile. "You have two women, cleaning the dishes for you and you offer to do it for them. You know damned well at least one of us, if not both, won't let you do that."

I was dumbfounded. "Ah! I'm not sure I got that."

"Last night you got us drunk. You let us become victims of iniquity. And now you try to pass a guilt trip on us because you fixed us a fabulous breakfast." She walked over to me, wrapped her arms around me and gave me a hug and kiss.

"Yeah, what she said." Holly came over and did the same. "That was a good breakfast."

Carla just smiled, "That was really a great breakfast." She looked at Holly, "And the company is pretty good too."

Holly just smiled as her arms slid from my shoulders.

I finished cleaning up and putting the rest of the dishes in the washer. Holly and Carla went to get ready for school and work. I went into the bedroom to get my piece... um! gun, and heard both girls still yakking away. That was when I peeked into the bathroom. They were both in the shower together. "Oh this is working out way to good to be true," I thought to myself.

I watched for a couple of minutes as they washed each other. But it was satisfying not seeing them actually playing with each other. They were carrying on a conversation about me, nothing sexual in nature. Not that I want them to fall in love with each other and forget me, but this is the closest I have been to living a dream.

Can I be totally honest with you, at least for a minute? As if you haven't gathered by now, I'm an egotistical, sometimes obnoxious... okay, most of the time, old fart. Sure, I have a lot of friends, only a few I would consider good friends. But I try to be honest and I always try to do what is right. I am a "tough guy" by most of today's standards. But I do have a conscience. Sometimes my conscience gets the best of me. My one biggest fault is that my conscience and ego are usually in direct conflict with each other, the protagonist and antagonist in my life. Right now, they are really going at it.

Last night, I didn't really plan on seeing Carla and Holly become lovers. But once it started, I recognized it and could have stopped it, but I didn't. Even though I really and truly thought I was doing something nice by inviting Holly over to the house for dinner, deep down I think I was hoping it would turn out the way it did. I have two very nice... no, that isn't quite fair... extremely nice girls in love with me. I know that either of them are too good for me, much less both of them. I know, I have tried to tell both of them that they could do better, but they wouldn't listen. Or is it that I don't want them to listen? So, just how far should I go to stop them from loving me? Or, because of my lack of action last night, am I stuck with them. Oh, not that I wouldn't mind being stuck with them, but is it the right thing to do?

Any number of men out there would probably love being in this predicament. How many guys out there would love to have two girlfriends that like making love to each other while making love to him? How many guys out there would get a guilty conscience for letting it happen? Yet, here I am with my "more holier than thou" attitude feeling guilty that it's happening to me. Maybe Carla is right, I'm a fraud.

Carla and Holly finished taking their shower, drying each other off, and getting dressed. I was ready to go and finishing my fourth cup of coffee when they walked out of the bedroom together. You know something, I could get used to this.

Holly kissed Carla, "I really enjoyed the past 24 hours. I hope you have."

"Oh, I have. I just hope we're not biting off more than we can chew," Carla said back.

Holly walked over and gave me a hug and long kiss. "Thanks for everything, Mick. I don't have to be afraid of Carla hearing me say this," she looked over at Carla and back at me, "I love you." She kissed me again. "Call me, okay?"

"Oh, I will. You be careful."

"Oh, I will. You too." She kissed me again. "Bye Carla."

"I'll call you later, Holly," Carla said as Holly walked out of the door.

"Are you ready to go? Don't want to keep the boss waiting," I asked.

"Yep! Let's go." Carla said as she walked out the door.

I set the alarm and locked up the house. I walked around to the passenger side of the truck and opened the door for Carla. She kissed me as she climbed into her seat. I closed the door and then walked around to my side and climbed in. Holly tooted the horn of her Vette as she drove off down the street.

I backed out of the driveway and had driven a few blocks before Carla said anything. "Gee, you're being quiet."

I glanced over at her, "I am? I was just waiting for you to say something."

"Oh, Mick. Did I fuck up last night?"

"Fuck up what?"

"I mean... did me and Holly fooling around change things between us?"

I had to really watch the answer to this one. "No, no! Not at all."

"Are you sure? I just have a feeling I really screwed up. Mick, I am not a lesbian."

"Carla, don't start that lesbian shit again. I don't care. Do you hear me? I d-o n-o-t care!"

"But Mick, I ate her pussy. And I liked it. Doesn't that mean anything?"

"Are you telling me you love her more than me?"

"No! No! Absolutely not! But, can you still love a woman that makes love to another woman?"

"Of course. Especially when I may love that woman too. I'd much rather be in love with a woman that fools around with another woman than with another man."

Carla thought for a moment. "Do you really mean that?"

"Of course. I've never really thought about being seriously involved in a three-way, but maybe that's what's happening. Carla, If for some strange reason I can end up with both of you, I'll take it."

Carla leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "Oh Mick, I don't know if I'll ever do what I did last night, but if it does, you won't mind?"

"As long as it's with Holly and me, I won't mind. I loved what we did last night. It was so... exciting. I feel a little guilty. I could have stopped it, but I didn't. I was getting so excited watching the two of you getting it on, and then when the three of us were doing it... well, wow!"

"Oh, Mick. I just hope it works out."

"Yeah, me too!"

"Do you know something? Two nights ago, if you'd have told me I'd be making love to Holly Armacost and you together, I'd have killed you. But now, today, once I get over this morality thing, I think it's something spectacular."

"Even with it being, Holly?"

"Mick, she is really something." Frankly, I think she'd have said the same thing a couple of nights ago. But it is something else now. "I really do like her."

"Well, I'm glad. Not that I was planning on this either, but I am glad."

We got to the office and once through the door, everything was back to normal. Carla immediately got to work listening to the calls on the answering machine and reading emails. She was, as usual, pretty much caught up on her work. I still had to finish my report on the Armacost case. 

Around 11, Sergeant McNally called and Carla immediately passed him to me.

"Hi Sarge. What's going on."

"I found out something about your buddy."

"Really? What's that?"

"He's a voyeur. He likes to watch. There is a club on the south side that caters to voyeurs. It was raided one night, and guess who was there?"

"No shit? Was he arrested?"

"No, they only arrested the owner and those doing the shows."

"Any kind of shows in particular?"

"No, just about anything. Even though most of their stuff was straight sex, they did gay sex, gang bangs, bukake, bondage, S&M, black on white, white on black, rumors even had it that they occasionally did some bestiality. The better customers could fill out a "make a wish" card on certain acts they would like to see. The management would try to provide that type of show. Apparently, Armacost was one of the regulars."

"Were the customers allowed to participate?"

"Only if they wanted and paid accordingly. They catered to exhibitionists as well. From what I was able to find out, Armacost only went there to watch. That's why he wasn't busted, even though all of his information was taken down."

"Damn!"

"I hope this helped."

"Oh sure, Sarge. Thanks."

"Okay Mick. Talk to you later."

We hung up. So, Benny liked to watch. That still didn't explain why Stacy Schmidt. Or did it. I called McNally back.

"Sarge. Another favor. See if there was a girl named Stacy Schmidt involved in that place you were telling me about, can you?"

"Sure! Stacy Schmidt. I'll get back to you."

Wouldn't that be interesting to find out she was doing some of the shows down there? That would explain it. Maybe he liked what he saw at one of their shows and decided to have a private showing. 

The rest of the day was pretty much normal. Carla and I went to lunch together and you'll never guess what we talked about. In the afternoon, I think Carla and Holly talked for a while. She didn't admit it, but I'm pretty sure they did. Carla doesn't usually get too many personal calls that keep her on the phone. 

We finished out the day and went to Murphy's. But Carla wanted to drive herself. I followed her. She got a parking space just about right outside the front door. I had to park around back. She waited for me outside. We walked in and we were given our customary hug and kiss from Sylvia. Murph was behind the bar, as usual. We worked our way through the happy hour crowd and back to my corner. Charlie was in his normal spot as well. Murph handed me my stool and I put it down close to the wall and motioned for Carla to sit down. It was like a regular afternoon at Murphy's.

"So, what did Holly have to say?" I figured I'd break the ice.

"Who said I talked to Holly?"

"Didn't you?"

"Yes!"

"Well, did she have anything to say?"

Carla took a drink of her tequila, "We just talked, you know, girl talk."

"Ah huh!"

"Well actually, we were trying to decide where we were going next weekend."

"What's next weekend?"

"Oh, nothing. We just thought maybe we should get away. You know, get to know each other a little better."

"Ah huh!" I just looked down the bar wondering if she was just fucking with me or what.

"I'm just kidding." She laughed, trying to get me to laugh also. I didn't. "Pheury!"

"I heard you."

"I said I was just kidding, you know, fucking with you."

"I said I heard you."

"What? Now you've lost your sense of humor?"

"No. I figured if you were fucking with me, I'd just fuck back." Now I laughed.

"You know something," she said, "you can be such a dick!"

"I know. You've told me that before." Carla put her arms around me and hugged me. 

"I don't know why I love you, but I do."

"I know. You've told me that before also."

We finished our first round and ordered a second. I talked to Charlie a little, just seeing what he'd been up to. 

"What are we doing about dinner?" I asked Carla.

"Did you want something here, or did you want to go to my place?"

"Why don't we call Holly and see if she wants to meet at my place. I could throw a couple of steaks on the grill and..."

Carla gave me a shot to the ribs with her elbow. "I don't think so. Didn't you have enough fun last night?"

Charlie looked over at me and Carla, "What happened last night?"

"Oh nothing. Just had a nice dinner up at my place, right Carla?"

"Oh, yes! A wonderful dinner up at his place," Carla said in a semi-satirical tone.

Charlie must have realized he touched a nerve. "Oops. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude."

"You didn't intrude Charlie. It just turned into one of those nights."

"Yeah!" Carla added, "One of those nights."

Charlie went back to his drink.

"We could always go someplace else."

"Don't want to go to my place, huh?" Carla asked.

"We can go to your place. Do you have something, or did you want to stop and get something?"

"Chinese?"

"I can go for some Chinese. We can hit the little place right up the street here. Theirs is pretty good."

"Okay, lets do it," Carla downed her shot.

I called Murph over and settled up with him, handed my bar stool back over the bar to him, and asked him to put Charlie's next one on my tab. A couple minutes later Murph came back with my change. I threw a five on the bar and he threw an empty shot glass in front of Charlie, an international sign that his next one is paid for.

"Thanks Mick."

"Don't mention it Charlie. See you later."

We worked our way through the now packed bar area. Sylvia gave me a hug and kiss as we got to the door. "Leaving already?"

"Yeah, we have a dinner appointment."

"Oh, okay." Sylvia winked at me and then looked at Carla, "Is he taking good care of you."

Carla put her one arm around my waist, "Oh, if he was taking any better care of me, I'd be unemployed."

Sylvia just looked at me with a smile. "I take it that means yes."

"I certainly hope so."

I took Carla by the hand and walked out. I walked her over to her car and then went around to the rear of the building to mine. When I pulled out of the alley, Carla was gone. "Now I wonder where the hell she went."

I drove up the street towards the Chinese carry-out place. When I got to the shop, I pulled up in a parking space right in front, but I still didn't see Carla's car. I looked around as I got out. I was beginning to worry. Then I noticed she was inside already. I walked inside.

"Where the hell did you get to?"

"What? I just came right here."

"Where'd you park?"

"Around the corner. I left the one out front for you."

"Oh! Well, thanks."

"What? Did you think I ran off?"

"I didn't know. I got a little worried."

"That's sweet, Mick. But I wanted to get here and order the food. I want to see how good I am. I'm treating you tonight."

"You're treating me?"

"Yeah! I mean, if that's okay."

"What did you order for me?"

"It's a surprise. Like I said, I want to see how good I am."

"Okay. I hope you know what I'm in the mood for."

"I know what I'm in the mood for," Carla said with one of her evil grins.

"Cum of Sum Yungai?"

"Sum Yungai or some old guy."

"Don't you ever get enough?"

"Of you? Nope!" She hugged me.

"Last night, when you said you and Holly decided that if I wanted to have both of you, that was okay, did you mean it?"

"Is that what I said? Oh, yeah! I guess I did."

"Yes! You both did."

"Well Mick, I look at it this way. She is a cute girl and I wouldn't blame you for falling in love with her. If it means I'd have to share you with her to keep you, then I guess that's what I'd have to do."




Mick the Dick Ch. 26



"Okay, Carla. But suppose I didn't really love her. Suppose I only wanted one of you."

Carla just looked at me to see if I was teasing her. That's when it dawned on me. Have you ever seen one of those movies where the Chinese characters in a scene are cooking and talking in Chinese, obviously knowing what we are saying in English. That's what was happening. The Chinese guys cooking our food were paying attention to what we were saying and making their own comments in Chinese to each other.

"And besides, if your husband ever finds out that we're having sex a couple times a week, he'll kill both of us."

Carla just looked at me as if I'd grown an extra dick. I winked at her and glanced over my shoulder at the cooks. Then I continued, "That's why I think we should kill him first."

"Miiicck!"

"Oh, I guess you're right, maybe we just need to get him transferred out of the country."

Carla leaned closer to me and whispered, "What the fuck are you doing?"

I whispered back to her, "They've been listening to us. I thought I'd give them something to talk about."

"Huh? Oh! I get it."

Our food was done and Carla paid for it. The two cooks didn't say much after the comments I made, but it was obvious it got their attention.

I asked if she wanted me to carry the bag, but she insisted on carrying it herself. We went to our cars and I followed her to her apartment. We parked next to each other in the garage. 

As we entered the lobby, Mark was on duty, Carla walked over to him and handed him a package of egg rolls. "Here, Mark. I thought you might like a little snack."

"Oh, thanks Carla. How much do I owe you?"

"Nada. It's on me."

"Well thank you. Good evening sir."

"Good evening Mark."

We went to the waiting elevator. Unlike most of our most recent previous trips, Carla didn't molest me in the elevator. We went to her apartment and went inside. She carried the bag of food over to her kitchen counter and sat it down.

"Hey, Mick. Why don't you get some plates out and you know where the knives and forks are. I just want to slip into something a little more comfortable."

"Ah! Okay. Do you have any tea? I'll make us some to go with dinner."

"Yeah. There's some in the cabinet over the counter. I think I even have some green tea, if you prefer."

"That will be great."

Sure enough, I found some green tea and put a pot of water on the stove. I set the places on the dining room table. I found two candles, put them on the table and lit them. Then I broke open the chow. I don't want to say this girl knows me too well, but remember how I asked her if she knew what I was in the mood for? She did. I wanted some General Tso's Chicken and that's exactly what she ordered for me. I closed up the little box things Chinese restaurants use. I still want to know how they get two pounds of food in a one pound container. I sat the boxes in front of the plates.

She ordered one hell of a meal. Wonton soup, egg rolls, shrimp toast, and the entrées. I poured the soup into bowls.

She was taking a little while getting comfortable. I went to the hallway that leads to her bedroom.

"Hey darling, everything okay?"

"Yeah. I'll be right out."

I went back to the kitchen to check on the tea. That too was ready. I poured a cup for each of us and sat them in front of our plates on the table. As I turned around, an angel appeared. Carla was dressed in all white, quite a change from her usual favoritism towards black. She had on a white merry widow, white stockings, a thin white knee length robe, and white platform heels. All that was missing were the wings and I'd have though I died and went to heaven.

"WOW!" I said, "You look... You look... You look..." I couldn't even get it out, "fabulous.!"

"I don't think you've ever seen me in all white before."

"No. I don't think I have. I think I'd remember."

"Do you like?"

"No! Actually, I love!"

"You don't think it's too much?"

"Too much, what?"

"Well, white is so bright."

"That's why I have the lights down low and candles on instead."

"Where'd you find candles?"

"Under the counter."

"I didn't even remember having them."

Carla walked over to me. In her heels, she was almost as tall as me. She put her arms over my shoulders as I wrapped mine around her waist. She kissed me hard on the lips. "Do you like taller women?"

"Well, no, not really," Carla took a half step back away from me, "I actually prefer shorter ones wearing high heels."

"Okay, you saved your ass on that one." She drew me close once again. We kissed for a good five minutes without coming up for air.

"Ahh, I hate breaking this up," I said. "but our dinner is getting cold."

"I have a microwave."

"Yeah, but you spent all of that hard earned money that cheap assed boss of yours pays you..."

"I guess you're right." She gave me one more kiss. "We should eat while it's fresh. Especially in case my husband comes home. Why the hell did you come up with that one?"

"It was the first thing I could think of that I was sure would get their attention."

"But now the next time I go in there, they'll think I'm cheating on a husband I don't have."

"If he didn't while you were paying, he will eventually notice you're not wearing a wedding band."

"Do you think so?"

"Yeah, probably."

We sat down at the table. "Did I do right? The order I mean."

"Well, if that's the General's Chicken, then you did fine."



Mick the Dick Ch. 27



The food was great. The company was even better. Every time my plate cleared, Carla got up and came over to my side of the table and dished some more onto it.

"You know, I'm capable of dishing out my own food."

"Yeah, I know, but I did say dinner was on me tonight, that includes being the waitress."

"If waitresses were allowed to dress like that, the I.R.S. would make sure their tips were included in their income taxes."

Carla made sure she wiggled her butt at me each time she walked away from me. She kept adjusting the corset, just to flash me her boobs, as if seeing her dressed that way wasn't enough. I know this was all about love. If she was trying to talk me into marriage, she'd be in a pair of sweats and I'd be dishing my own food.

As usual, I could only eat about half of the food. I can almost always get two meals out of one order of Chinese food. Carla also had enough for a second meal. I stood up to take the dishes to the kitchen.

Carla stood up, "I'll take care of that. Just sit down."

"Go ahead, you finish eating. I'll clean the table off."

I picked up my plates and took them to the kitchen, rinsed them off and stuck them in the dishwasher. By the time I finished that, Carla had finished eating. She closed up the leftovers and took them to the refrigerator. I gathered up her plates and did the same as I had with mine. 

Carla disappeared into the darkness of the living room area as I finished loading the dishwasher. After I turned it on, I walked towards where I saw Carla headed. Carla was walking towards me with two brandy snifters.

"Dessert?" she asked.

"Don't mind if I do." I took one and sniffed it. "Brandy?"

"Grand Mariner."

"Ooo! High class night, huh?"

"Nothing but the best.," she smiled and winked at me. She held her glass out towards me, "Cheers!"

"Here's looking at you kid." We each took a sip.

Carla moved closer to me and placed each of her arms on each of my shoulders. "You know something, Mick. I like being this tall. I don't have to stretch as far."

"I like you being that tall. I don't feel like I have to stoop over."

Carla moved closer so her body was against mine. She rubbed her pelvis against mine. She took another sip of her drink and then kissed me. "Yes. I like being this tall. She pulled me tight against her as she kissed me again. 

She pulled away from me and took my glass. She motioned to me with her head to follow her. Naturally, I did. She led the way to her bedroom. Once there, she sat the glasses down on her dresser. I grabbed her from behind and kissed her neck. I wrapped my arm around her and grabbed each one of her tits as I kissed her neck and shoulders, nibbling on her every once in a while. She reached over her shoulder with her one hand and placed it on the side of my face.

I slipped the sheer robe off her shoulders and laid it on the corner of her bed. Slowly, I kissed my way down her back as I slid her white lace panties down to her ankles. She stepped out of them just as my lips reached her beautiful round ass.

I kissed the cheeks of her ass as I gently pushed her forward against the dresser. She bent over, laying across it. I knelt down behind her and spread her ass cheeks ever so gently as she arched her back so I could get to the luscious mound of her pussy. My tongue pressed against her asshole as I licked her, working my way towards the tender lips of her pussy. She shook as a shiver ran up her spine. As I teased her, licking between her asshole and her pussy, she shook. Various sounds ranging from aahhh to ooo escaped her mouth. I could swear she learned how to purr.

Carla spread her legs giving me room to get to her pussy. I forced my tongue between the lips of her pussy and as deep inside her as I could go. I reached around in front of Carla and freed her tits from the corset and played with her nipples as I tongue fucked her. She began bucking back into my face as she had an orgasm. I actually had to catch her as her knees gave out, but she stayed in her bent over position begging for more.

I continued to lick her until she came again. Between my saliva and her vaginal juices, she was wet and ready to take my cock. I kicked off my shoes as I unfastened my pants, slid them down to my ankles and stepped out of them. I slipped my shirt off and tossed it next to my pants. Carla remained bent over the dresser, still recovering from her orgasm. I took my cock and rubbed it against Carla's pussy and ass. She spread her legs a little further as she arched her back to accept my cock. 

I eased the head between her pussy lips. My cock easily slid in. I sunk my entire shaft into her as she arched her back even further. Carla reached between her legs and was fingering her clit as I fucked her. On every few strokes I could feel her trying to tickle my balls as they slapped up against her fingers.

I picked up momentum as I drove my cock deep inside her. "Ooo, Mick! Yes, yes! That's it, baby. Harder... Harder...!"

She had a couple more orgasms within rapid succession. I could feel the cum building inside my cock. Carla pushed back into me harder with each of my thrusts.

"Mick! I want to taste you.," she said as she pulled away from me, my cock slipping from the grasp of her pussy. She pushed me back against the wall as she knelt down in front of me. She stroked my cock several times, "Do you wanna come in my mouth? Hmm?" she asked as she gave me one of her wicked smiles.

"Oh, yeah! Suck me off, baby."

Carla took my cock in her mouth and slid it deep down her throat. After a half dozen or so cycles, she slid my cock from her mouth, "Fuck my mouth, Mick." She slid it back in.

I began to pump her mouth, sliding my cock in and out. She sucked it in and let me slide it back out with little resistance. It wasn't long before I couldn't hold off any more. Carla sensed my impending orgasm as my body stiffened. She continued to fuck me with her mouth as I shot my load of cum into her mouth. I could feel her swallow as each spurt dumped more into her throat. I could see a slight trickle of cum in each corner of her lips as she continued to take my cock deep in her mouth, well after I had finished cumming.

I fell back against the wall banging my head. Thud! Carla quickly stood up and grabbed my head, rubbing the back of it, "Ooo! Mick! Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fucking great!"

"Didn't that hurt?"

"Only a little. The way I feel, what could possibly hurt?"

Carla just smiled as she kissed me. "I'll be right back.," she said as she strutted towards the bathroom.

I just leaned against the wall for a couple of minutes before I picked up my clothes. As I did, Carla came back out from the bathroom. "What do you think you're doing?"

"What?" I asked.

"With your clothes."

"Uh! Getting dressed?"

"Why?" Carla asked as she walked closer.

"Why not?"

"Aren't you staying?"

"I didn't know I was invited."

"We finished our first date, remember?"

"Oh yeah. Silly me."

Carla took the clothes from me, handed me those ugly... I mean, lovely pink satin gym shorts, neatly folded my pants and placed them over the back of a chair. I slipped into the shorts just as the phone rang.

"Who the hell could that be?" Carla asked as she picked up the phone.

"Yes, Mark. He's still here. Who? Sergeant McNally?" she looked at me as if asking for input. "Yeah, sure. Send him up." Carla looked at me, "He said it's important."

"I guess it would have to be. I wonder what he wants."

"What, do you have the cops following you around now?"

"No. Frankly, I wonder how he knew where to find me. He has my cell phone number. I think!"

"Yeah, how would he know you were here. I don't think I've ever talked to him enough for him to know where I live."

"Well, I tell you what. Before he gets up here, why don't you put something on over your... ah... what you have on."

Before I had a chance to get my clothes from the bedroom, there was a knock on the door. I quickly grabbed my shirt and put it on. Carla grabbed her black terry robe and put it on. I went to the door and opened it, after looking through the peep hole to make sure it was McNally.

"Hi, Sarge. What the hell brings you out this time of night?"

"Hi, Mick. Nice shorts... fella." He smiled and winked at me sarcastically. "Well to be honest, you're buddy brings me out tonight."

"My buddy?"

"Armacost."

"Armacost? What's up with him?"

"The northwest district boys got a call at Stacy Schmidt's new, shall we say, residence earlier tonight."

"Stacy Schmidt's?"

"I seems your pal decided to pay her a visit and didn't want to take no for an answer. She supposedly told him to leave and he forced his intentions on her."

"Rape?"

"That's what she's saying."

"According to the sex crimes guys, they had sex, vaginally, anally, and orally."

"Could it have been a set-up?"

"Could have been, but I doubt it. According to what she told the detectives, he showed up, wanted to talk, and then wanted to bang her. She is still upset at what happened and wanted no parts of him, especially that part. So, he decided he was going to with or without her approval. He smacked her around a little bit too, claiming she wanted it."

"That bastard!"

"Yeah. Luckily we got there before David Schmidt. I think he'd have killed Armacost."

"That's really something. So, I take it Benny is back in jail?"

"Oh, yeah. I think he's going to be there for a while this time."

"Are you working?"

"Well, yeah. Why?"

"I was going to offer you a drink. How about a coffee?"

"That would be good." 

I motioned McNally towards the kitchen. Carla was already fixing a pot of coffee.

"You remember Carla?" I asked.

McNally looked at her, "Why, of course. Your secretary, right?"

"No. This is Carla, my girlfriend."

"Isn't your... Wait a minute..."

"Yes, she is my secretary too. Tonight she is my girlfriend. Tomorrow morning when she gets to the office, provided she's on time, she'll be back to being my secretary."

Carla just smiled, "Nice to see you again, sergeant."

I could see McNally look her over real good, looking for any skin she may have exposed. "Ah, Mick. I'm sorry. Did I interrupt something?"

"No, no, not at all. We were... ahh... just finishing dinner and relaxing a little."

"Yeah!" Carla threw in, "We were just relaxing after our nice Chinese dinner."

"By the way," I started, "how did you find me?"

"Well, I tried your office. Being they called me at home, I didn't have your cell phone number. I figured you'd have been at Murphy's, so after I found out what all was going on, I stopped by there. Sylvia let me know where you'd probably be."

"Good 'ol Sylvia. Wait a minute! How'd she know where you live?" I asked Carla.

Carla looked puzzled herself, "Got me! I don't know. I don't think I've ever told her."

"I guess it's amazing what all a woman can find out about people.," I said.

"I figured you'd want to know. We tried to call Mrs. Armacost to let her know, but didn't get an answer."

"No, she won't be back until Saturday. She got away for a few days. Did anybody answer?"

"No, nobody. They have kids, don't they?"

"Yeah, a son and a daughter. Both in college. The girl goes here, but the boy is out of state."

"I guess this has been kind of rough on them."

"Yeah, but I think they're handling it pretty well. The son and Armacost haven't been real close in a while. I don't think he's too concerned one way or the other. The daughter took it pretty rough at first, but she's doing okay now. She's actually pretty pissed off at her old man."

"I guess she'd have good reason to be."

Carla brought over a mug of coffee, "What do you take in it, Sarge?"

"Just the way it is. Thanks."

"Mick, can I get you anything?"

"I'll take a mug, but with a little something in it."

"You Irishmen and your coffee.," she smiled as she gave me a little kiss. Cream and sugar too, right?

"You got it, schweetheart."

McNally just smiled. "Nice girl.," he whispered to me. McNally watched Carla closely as she walked away from us.

I nodded as I smiled back at him in agreement. "So, did they charge him with rape?"

"Oh, yeah. Rape, sex offense, assault, they were going to check with the D.A. about kidnapping, because he tied her up at one point, and a couple of other charges. Oh! I almost forgot to tell you. This was the good part. After he finished with her, he untied her. The first chance she got, she kicked him in the balls. He was still almost unconscious when the first car got there."

I cracked up laughing, "No fooling? Right in the balls? Well good for her."

"I know he was in enough pain that they took him to the hospital. I think they had to check them out through his mouth."

Carla brought over my coffee. "By the way," I said, "did you ever find out about Stacy Schmidt and that club you were telling me about?"

"Oh, yeah. I almost forgot. There's nothing to show she had anything to do with it. I also checked the database, she's never had any contacts with the police, at least not around here."

"Well, I guess that's good."

"I think so. It will sure look better when this case gets to court."

"That's for sure."

McNally finished his coffee. "Well, Mick. Thanks for the coffee. Once again, I'm sorry to have interrupted. I'd better be going. Bye Carla. Good to see you again."

"I told you, you didn't interrupt anything."

"Good seeing you again too.," Carla replied.

McNally looked down at Carla's high heels. "Yeah! Right! Mick, I'm not calling you a liar, but the Mick Pheury I know would never be caught in a pair of pink satin shorts unless they were the first thing he could grab."

"Look Sarge, this is the newer, kinder, more gentle Mick Pheury. I like pink. It's such a pretty color."

"Keep that up Pheury, and I'll put the word out on you. I never have my camera when I need it."

We walked to the door. "I would walk you out to your car, but..." I motioned to the shorts.

"That's quite alright, Pheury, I understand. I'll talk to you tomorrow, some time."

I opened the door. "Yeah, I'd like to know what happens."

McNally left, and I closed and locked the door. Carla was still sitting in the kitchen.

"He's a nice guy.," she said.

"Yes he is. He's one of the best."

"So, do you think you should call Holly?"

"Do YOU think I should?"

"Yeah, I think she'd want to know."

"Okay. Maybe I should." I went to the bedroom and got my cell phone. I called Holly's cell phone. The phone rang twice and she answered.

"Hi, Mick. This is a surprise."

"Where are you?"

"Why? Do you want to meet?"

"No. I was wondering where you were."

"I went to the sports bar after classes. I'm just getting home."

"Are you by yourself?"

"Is that an official inquiry or are you just curious?"

"Just curious."

"I'm alone, Mick. You know there's only one guy in my life."

"Oh, I didn't mean necessarily a man." Oops! That didn't come out right.

"Well being I'm assuming you're with Carla, I'm not with her either. I'm by myself."

"I didn't mean it that way. I have something to tell you and I didn't want to tell you if someone was there."

"That's okay. What do you have to tell me."

"Your father was arrested again tonight."

"He WHAT? What the hell did he do now?"

"He went up to Stacy Schmidt's apartment and supposedly raped her."

"Raped her? Oh, come on Mick, you're putting me on?"

"I wish I were, Holly. I just finished getting the details from one of the sergeants."

"Oh, Mick. Someone's after him. Why would he rape her?"

"Well, according to the police, she said he went to her apartment, talked a while and then wanted to have sex. When she said no, he tied her up, smacked her around some, and raped her."

"Geez, Mick. If he did that, and I do mean IF, he must really be fucked up. I can't believe he'd commit rape. Of course, I never thought he'd cheat on my mother either. Where do they have him?"

"I guess he's at the jail by now."

"My mother will just love this. You didn't tell her about this yet, did you?"

"No. I though you should be the one to break the news to her."

"I'm sure the press will have a blast with this one. Not even a week after being arrested, now he does something this stupid."

"Yeah, well, he hasn't exactly struck me as genius material."

"I guess I should try to call my mother."

"Why don't you do that and call me back to let me know how she takes it."

"Okay, Mick. I guess I should say thanks, but..."

"Don't worry about it. Call me back."

"Okay. I will."

"How'd she take it?" Carla asked.

"Okay, I guess. Do you know her first instinct is still to defend her father?"

"Sure. What would you expect? It takes a lot for a girl to understand her father is an asshole."

"I guess you're right. She kept emphasizing "IF he did it.""

"I'm more worried about Mrs. Armacost. What do you think she will do now?"

"I wouldn't even venture to guess."

"Well, I'll bet that seals if for her not talking to him. Remember how Holly said he's called and left messages that he wanted to talk to Mrs. Armacost?"

"I'll bet on that. I don't think she had any intentions of talking to him anyway."

Carla fixed me another coffee with bourbon. It's not as good as Murph's Irish Coffee, but it would do. She slipped off the robe as soon as McNally had left. 

We sat at the counter waiting for Holly to call back. About 10 minutes later she did.

"How'd she take it?"

"I don't know, Mick. She sounded pissed off at first, but then she said something about being glad she did what she did. Whatever that means."

"Glad she did what she did?"

"That's what she said. I asked what she did, and she wouldn't tell me."

"I talked to Sergeant McNally too. He called. He said he's a friend of yours."

"Yeah, he is. What did he say?"

"Just what you told me. He said she was raped and sodomized. Sometimes that sounds even dirtier than fucked in the ass." Holly gave a little nervous humor laughter. "You didn't tell me she was taken to the hospital."

"Her? Well, yeah. That's pretty normal. They usually will have them checked out, especially after being assaulted. They like making sure the injuries are taken care of as well as getting tests and samples and all that forensics stuff."

"He told me what she did to him too. I hope she crushed them."

"Holly! He is your father."

"I know, Mick. But I really hope they nail him."

"Well, it won't be good on him. Of course you know our justice system. All of the judges know him."

"Yeah, but my grandfather was one of them. I hope that means more to them."

"That's a good point. Is your mother still planning on coming home Saturday?"

"Yeah. I'm meeting her at the airport. She has her car there, but I want to be there when she gets in. Hey! Can you do me a favor?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"Can you run me down to the airport Saturday afternoon, when she gets in? It's no point in having two cars there."

"Sure. What time does her flight get in?"

"It's around 5:30. It's a non-stop from L.A."

"Okay. How about if I pick you up at your house around 4:30? That should give us enough time."

"Okay, Mick. That's great. See, you really are a nice guy."

"Yeah, yeah. That's what I keep hearing." 



Mick the Dick Ch. 28



I woke up to the smell of eggs, sausage, and coffee. Carla poked her head in as I was stretching. 

"Get up sleepyhead."

"I'm up. What time is it?" I looked at the clock.

"A little after seven."

"Oh. It feels later than that." Damn, I can sleep good next to her. I might just need to sleep with her every night... Naaaaaaa!

"Breakfast is on, your coffee is poured, and the news is blasting Armacost."

"I knew the wolves would be all over this fresh kill."

"Oh yeah. They are really nailing him. One thing. They've staked out the house trying to get to Teresa or one of the kids."

"Those paparazzi sons-of-bitches. I hope Holly knows how to take care of them."

"One of the lawyers was at the house talking to the press. They said they'd be going back there in a few minutes. If you hurry you can see it."

I slid out of bed and into the pair of pink gym shorts. I followed Carla back to the kitchen. She had the TV on in there. I really have to reconsider what I'm paying her. She has a TV in the living room, one in the bedroom, and one in the kitchen. They are all relatively new, flatscreens, and each one has a DVD slash VCR either built-in or attached to. I must be paying her too much.

"And now back to our reporter with the exclusive story in front of Benjamin Armacost's residence where there is going to be a statement from Mr. Armacost's attorney."

I laughed, "Exclusive? I count 2, 3, 4 different news stations there. And you nitwits, it's Mrs. Armacost's attorney."

"I'm Jonathan Schaffer, Mrs. Armacost's attorney. The Armacost family is requesting you honor their right to privacy. Mr. Armacost no longer lives at this location. Through the separation agreement he signed this past Monday, he has moved to an apartment downtown and has agreed not to come to this location. Mrs. Armacost is not here, she is on a vacation to recuperate from the ordeal of last weekend. I'm not even sure if she is aware of the events of last evening. If she decides to make a statement, it will be through me. Until then, I have advised her and the children not to make any public comments, I hope you will honor that advice. I only represent Mrs. Armacost and the children, if you want to interview Mr. Armacost I suggest you talk to him or his attorneys. Thank you."

It was a well done, down and dirty, "leave the family alone or else" speech. But since when does the press ever do what they're requested. Don't get me wrong, some reporters are professionals and do what they should. But, then there are the ones who will harass, stalk, and follow their prey until they can report or create a story.

"Do you think they'll go after Holly?", Carla asked with a concerned tone to her voice.

"They might." I picked up the phone and called Holly. She answered on the first ring.

"Hi, Mick. Well, he's done it now."

Assuming she meant her father, "What's that?"

"The press are all over the place."

"Yeah, I just saw your mother's attorney. He did a good job."

"What should I do if they try to corner me?"

"Well, first, don't panic. You're not a princess. Second, you call me and tell me where you are and what they are doing. Don't run, don't get physical, but don't let them get physical either. I guess your attorney told you just to say "no comment" and keep moving, right?"

"Yes. That's what he said, and then to call him. He said he'll sue them if they try, now that he has gone public requesting them to stay away from us."

"He's right. But I still don't want them trying to get at you. They'll try to make something you say or do into a story to drag this out."

"Okay, Mick. I have to get to class. I'll talk to you later."

"You be careful."

Carla was sitting, listening to every word. "Is she okay?"

"Yeah. She's just a little scared. Let's eat."

We ate the breakfast Carla had fixed and then I took my shower and shaved. And of course there was the other "S" in there too. I got dressed and Carla was already to go. I don't know how she does it, but in the time it took me to do the three S's, and get dressed, Carla was waiting for me. Being she showered before I got up, she still had to dry her hair, put on her make-up, and get dressed. 

I finished a little coffee in my cup and we left. As we got to our cars, I told her, "Call the chief of police at the university. Tell him who you are, he'll talk to you if he knows who you work for. He better. Fill him in on Holly and the paparazzi following her around. Just in case."

"Okay boss. I'll see you at the office."

We had barely gotten out of the garage when my cell phone rang. It was Holly.

"Mick, they're following me."

"Who's they?"

"It's one of the camera crews. It's a white van with all of the camera junk and antennas and a dish on top. They were sitting up the street from the house and started following me as soon as I left."

"Are you sure they are following you, and didn't just leave the same time as you?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. I even went around a couple of the blocks and through a shopping center, getting to the freeway. They're still behind me."

"Okay. Listen. Is your top up or down?"

"Up."

"Good. You know where the commuter parking lot / rest stop is at the city county line, right?"

"Yes."

Take your time, slow down if you have to. It will take me about 15 minutes to get there. You are probably only about 10 minutes away. Get off at one of the exits before you get there and get a coffee or something. Chances are they won't follow you into a crowded place." I finished telling her what to do.

Luckily, I remember some of the old back ways to get to the freeway from when I was a cop. It really helps to be able to avoid some of the traffic this time of the morning. Of course, some of the newer roads have taken a lot of the traffic off some of these streets too. 

My timing was impeccable as usual. I got to the commuter lot before Holly and pulled down the far end of the second row. As usual, don't ask me to explain it because I can't, there are always a few open spaces at the far end of the second row. I guess people see so many other cars at the beginning, they want to make sure they get a space so the skip a couple rows. 

I saw the big white van pull in from the highway before I saw Holly. Then I saw her accelerate down the third row. I was waiting. She pulled the car to a stop, opened the door, got out, ran to my truck and got in the drivers side, just in time to see me take off in her Vette.

The occupants of the white van bought it. They didn't even notice the switch. I slowed down getting back into traffic on the freeway so they could stay with me. No point in losing them now. "Alright boys, how about a magical mystery tour of our fine city?" I called Carla just to let her know what was up.

About two hours into our little tour, the white van was still tailing me. Every once in a while, they would try to get up next to me, maybe to see Holly or maybe they were getting suspicious. I had driven past the university 2 or 3 times, just to let them think it was time to park. Then I headed towards the south side of town to a little neighborhood that is notorious for being a little rough. There is a biker bar there that has been the scene of several shootings and stabbings. "This time of day, why would a nice socialite like Holly Armacost be going to a known biker bar?" I knew it would be too much for my tail to refuse.

The bar is on a main road. In order to get to it, you have to go past it, make a u-turn, and come back about a half a block. I knew I could out maneuver the van easily. The road is two lanes in each direction. I stayed in the right lane until the last possible second. The van was two cars behind me. As I got to the crossover, I made a sudden left turn. The van couldn't follow because of a car in the left lane next to them. "Ha haa!"

I pulled the Vette up right in front. Typical, there were already a half dozen or so bikes on the lot. I hurried up and ran inside. My rush obviously caught everybody's attention. 

I tried to add a little polite lisp as I introduced myself, "Gents, I'm a reporter. The news station is doing an expose' on outlaw bikers. And we'd like to take a few video shots of you guys to be on the news."

They started to separate. "Fuck you, asshole! You ain't takin my picture.", one of the bikers said.

"Why not? You're a good looking biker kind of guy." Nobody was cooperating about being on camera. "We just want to interview you. We can block out your face so nobody knows who you are."

"Fuck you! We ain't talking to you.", another one said.

I looked out the door as the van pulled up on the lot behind the Vette.

One of the bikers close to the door looked out and saw the van. "He's right, guys. It's a news crew."

"Look, let me go try to talk them out of filming you guys, okay? The one guy is my producer, so don't get me in too much trouble. It was his idea to come here."

"Yeah! Well we'll show him where to go. Let them bring there cameras in here." They all just casually stood at the bar drinking their breakfast beers.

I walked outside just as the reporter and video man were climbing out of the van.

"You guys looking for the cute blonde that drives that? She just came running in here?"

The reporter looked at me rather inquisitively. "Yes, we are."

"She's the stripper for the birthday party in there. She must have been running late. She just came running in there taking her clothes off as she did."

They both looked at each other. The video man grabbed the camera as the reporter plugged his microphone in. As they both nearly knocked each other down getting in the door, I took my trusty valve stem puller, a tool used to remove or loosen valves on tires which I always have in my pocket for just such occasions, and loosened the valves on both passenger side tires of the van. I quickly jumped into the Vette and headed back towards downtown. 

On my way I passed a string of police cars running emergency towards the south side of town. "Gee! I wonder where they're heading."

I called Holly to let her know her precious baby was still in one piece.

"Where are you? Is everything okay? Are they still following you? I mean, me?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Your car is fine, except I think it needs gas. And I lost your tail."

"Oh, good. I was beginning to wonder."

"Where are you?"

"I'm at your office."

"I thought you had a class."

"I do... did. I was too worried to go. I'm okay in that class anyway."

"Do you have any others?"

"Yeah, two this afternoon."

"Okay. Tell Carla to bring you down to Murphy's for lunch. I'll give you back your car there."

"Okay, we'll see you there."

I hated giving back the Vette. It is really a lot of fun to drive. I even put the top down, once I was well away from the south side. I almost felt sorry for those two dumb bastards that thought they were following Holly. I wonder how they made out.

I didn't have to wait too long. I pulled the Vette behind Murphy's and put the top up. The girls were already inside when I walked in. There was a roar of laughter in the bar as I entered. Sylvia gave me my customary hug and kiss.

"Hey, Mick!", Murph yelled to me, "Look at this." He pointed to the television.

The noon news had just come on with a live report. It seemed that one of their reporters and video man walked into a bar on the wrong side of town a short while ago, and were beat up pretty severely by a few of the patrons. When they tried to flee in their van, the patrons slashed the tires. Unfortunately, the patrons all heard the responding police and fled, but only after smashing the mega-dollar camera. Naturally, the reporter wasn't going to admit that they were following Holly Armacost after her attorney told them not to on public television. No arrests were made. "Bummer! There's never a cop around when you need one!"

I walked over to the table, in the back corner of course, where Carla and Holly were nervously laughing.

"Was that you?", Holly asked quietly as she pointed to the television.

"Me??? No!!! I don't know what you're talking about."

Carla looked around and then leaned closer, "How did you arrange that?"

"I didn't arrange it. I just kind of let it happen."

Carla and Holly laughed. "Do you mean, you just pulled in there and they followed you in?"

"Not exactly. I pulled in, told the bikers that I was a reporter doing a story on outlaw bikers and wanted to interview a few of them. When I went back outside, I asked the reporter if he was looking for a cute blonde that was driving the Vette and that she was inside stripping for a biker birthday party."

"Stripping?"

"That's what I told them. And their tires weren't slashed." I held up my valve stem remover.

Carla laughed as she nudged Holly, "He always has one of them in his pocket."

"What is it?"

"It's used to take out the valve on tires so the air runs out. It's kind of a destruction of property without destroying anything."

I just shrugged my shoulders. Holly laughed, "How far did they follow you?"

"You mean, YOU? All over. Your car had about a half tank of gas, it's below a quarter. I went around and through the university a few times. Past your father's office, his new home, his new new home, through the zoo, a couple of parks. I was tempted to take them on the freeway and just leave them in the dust, but thought of something a little more fun."

"I hope I never piss you off.", Holly said as she leaned closer to me.

"What time is your class?"

"At 1:30"

"Okay. After we eat, we're taking you back to the university in my truck. Let's leave your car here. When do you get out?"

"Well, the second class is until 4:30, but we are usually out of there by 4."

"Okay, we'll pick you up at 4. If you're running late, that's okay, we'll wait."

"Are you sure it's no problem?" Holly looked at Carla as if wanting an approval.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Do you have your change of clothes in the car?"

"Yes."

"Good. How about staying at my place tonight? That way, first, they can't get to you at the house, and second, it will make it easier taking you to the airport tomorrow."

"Sure, but Mom's flight isn't in until 5:30."

"I know, but I wouldn't be surprised if those two in the white van didn't try to get their story out of spite now."

"You may be right. Oh, I bet they're really pissed off."

Carla chuckled, "I bet their boss is really pissed off."

"Well, that will teach them. When you are told to leave somebody alone, leave them alone... unless you're a private dick." The three of us laughed.

"By the way, did you tell Mr. Schaffer about this?"

"No, I thought it might be better if I talked to you first."

"Good girl. Just tell him that they followed you around until you got on the freeway and then you lost them. Nothing about the switch. It will just sound like they lost you and started following around another Vette or two or three."

"Okay."

We finished eating. I walked over to the bar to ask Murph to keep an eye on the Vette. "Murph, there's a red Corvette out back, can you just kind of keep an eye on it for a while? We'll get it when we come back after work."

"A Corvette? The P.I. business must be doing pretty good. Sure, I'll watch it. Wait a minute." Murph walked over to the cash register and opened it.

"It's not mine. That's why I want you to keep an eye on it."

"Why don't you pull it into that garage back there. The third one from the end. That way nobody can mess with it. Not that anybody from around here would do something like that." He handed me the key. "Just hold onto the key and give it back to me when you get the car."

"Okay, Murph. Thanks." I didn't even know he had the rights to any of those garages.

Carla and Holly had already walked outside. I told them to wait a minute while I pulled the car inside the garage. As I got around to the Vette, Carla had pulled my truck around back. I pulled the Vette into the garage , closed the door, and locked it. Then I walked over to the truck and opened the driver's door.

"I'll drive." Carla said as the door swung open.

"No, that's okay. Just in case they pick up on us again, I'd rather be driving."

"Oh, that's a good idea."

"Besides, you know the way I am with women drivers." I laughed. Both of the girls smacked me across the back of the head.

Holly called Mr. Schaffer about being followed He wasn't happy.

We got Holly over to the university without incident. Not even one white van with a satellite dish in sight. Carla decided to walk her to the building, just in case any press people were laying-in-wait. I just stayed in the truck with the engine running, ready to go.

One of the university police came by just to remind me not to leave my truck parked there. It was an old buddy of mine, Phil. 

"Mick Pheury, how the hell are you?" He reached out with his right hand. I shook it. "I haven't seen you around lately."

"Life's good, Dead-eye, how's the university treating you?" That's when I noticed the lieutenant's bars on his collars, "I guess I should say Lieutenant Dead-eye."

"It's a living. Sure beats the hell out of working the city."

Phil was on the city department around the same time as me. One night a couple of years ago, he was checking his business district, something few cops do anymore because "nothing ever happens". Well, Phil rattled this one door and it opened. As it opened, a shot rang out, (Did you really think you would read an entire detective novel without a shot ringing out?) and the bullet caught Phil in the chest. Luckily, Phil was wearing his vest, but a second shot caught him in the shoulder. Phil returned fire and caught the perp, that's cop speak for the bad guy, right between the eyes. Hence the nickname "dead-eye". By popular demand, meaning his wife, and she was very popular, he resigned from the department. A couple of years later she left him. He spent his whole life wanting to be a cop, but after the shooting didn't want to go back to the city. The university was expanding and needed some experience, so they conned... I mean, convinced him into working there. I would guess the gold bars were part of the deal.

"I take it you have something to do with this Armacost thing, huh?", he asked.

"Well, sort of, but not exactly. His daughter is a friend and, with all that's going on, I wanted to make sure she got here okay."

"The chief told all of us that your office called to let us know about the media trying to track her down and thought we should know about it in case they try to catch up to her here. That's why I'm out here driving around in this unmarked car."

"Yeah, I really appreciate it. Have any of them been around?"

"Yeah, a couple of them earlier. As soon as we told them to leave, they did. But you know them..."

"Oh yeah, give them a couple of hours. Just like sharks, when they get hungry... I'll be back later to pick her up. Around 4."

"Okay, I'll probably still be here. If they show back up, we'll give you a call."

Carla came walking back to the truck and got in. "Phil, this is my assistant, Carla. Carla, this is Dead-eye."

"Dead-eye?"

"Long story, I'll tell you about it on the way back to the office."

Carla looked over at Phil, "Nice to meet you."

"Assistant?", Phil asked.

"Assistant, secretary, partner, whatever I need."

"I seeeeeee! Nice meeting you too, Carla."

"Oh well, Phil. Thanks for keeping an eye on things here. We'll have to get together."

"Are you still hanging out at Murphy's?"

"Just about every night after work. You have to stop by."

"I'll do that."

"Well then, hopefully I'll see you up there."

We left and headed back to the office. I still wanted to call David Schmidt. There were 2 messages from McNally on the answering machine. I called David Schmidt's office first, he was in court. Then I called McNally.




Mick the Dick Ch. 28



"Sergeant McNally."

"Hi Mac, It's Mick."

"Hi Mick. That was a nice job this morning."

"What job?"

"With the camera crew."

"Which camera crew?"

"Come on, Mick. That had the Pheury trademark all over it."

"I don't know what you are talking about, Mac."

"Okay, okay. I get it. Anyway, the reason I called, Benny hasn't been feeling too well. They put him on suicide watch. One of his attorneys is pushing for a reduction in bail so they can get him into a hospital. Originally, the court was holding him without bail. His attorney brought out that he is not a flight risk and has no property out of the country."

"So? That doesn't mean he can't buy out of the country."

"That's what the D.A. pointed out. Then his attorney said that they would prove the act was nothing more than consensual sex and that his client was looking forward to proving that in court."

"So the judge bought it, right?"

"Yeah, but only after Armacost posted the $14,840,000 bail."

"$14,840,000?"

"Yep! That's how much his building is worth."

"The judge made him post his building as bail?"

"Ain't it great?!?"

"I guess that's reason enough for him to show up."

"Well it all depends. If he ends up going to jail..."

"Yeah, but what are the chances of that? With our court system? He's an attorney, he's rich, he's politically connected..."

"But don't forget, so is his wife. Speaking of which, are you planning on meeting her or anything tomorrow? You did say that's when she's coming back, right?"

"Yeah, but very casually. We don't want to tip off the press. I don't want it to be a circus."

"You know damned well they'll be there. Hey, Mick! I have an idea."

"That's a first."

"No, hear me out. How about if we can get her out of the airport without taking her through the terminal?"

"That would be good. How do we do that?"

"Leave that to me. Get me the flight number and time and I'll see if we can't set it up."

"That would work."

With the security measures in place at the airport, I wasn't too sure how he was going to do this, but I was willing to give him a chance.



Mick the Dick Ch. 29



It was just about 4 when I pulled up in the driveway at the university where I had dropped off Holly a few hours earlier. There were a few more cars sitting at the curb, obviously other folks waiting to pick up someone from class. But the hair on the back of my neck was telling me not everything was as it appeared. 

I think you have heard me mention, when you're a cop, private or otherwise, you have to learn to trust your instincts. My instincts were all keyed-up about something, they were trying to tell me something. I had to take a few minutes to listen to what they were telling me. 

I scanned around the area, paying particular attention to the cars parked around me. That's when the bells and whistles went off. "Why would a white unmarked police car be sitting at the curb, just a few vehicles up from me?" It sure looked like a plain wrapper, but the university's police only had two unmarked cars, both of them dark blue. The city police have a lot of unmarked cars, but none of them obviously look like a white unmarked car. This one had the spotlight on the corner of the windshield, a couple extra antennas, and what appeared to be lights on the rear deck. There were two guys sitting in the front seat. It looked like it was a couple of years old so maybe it was a used police car. It sure looked clean if it was. Repainted? Maybe. A couple of the county departments use white unmarked cars, maybe one of them are picking up a wife or kid. Every answer I came up with, I'd come up with a half dozen reasons why it wasn't. 

I called Holly's cell phone.

Holly whispered, "Hi Mick."

"Holly, just listen to me, you don't have to answer. Wait inside the classroom until I tell you to come out. I'm outside now, but just wait until you hear from me."

Once again she whispered, "Okay," as she disconnected.

I called the university police and asked for Phil. The operator told me he was on patrol, so I asked her if she ask him to stop by and see me. She asked me to hold on for a minute. When she came back, she told me he was on his way. I had no sooner hung up with her when Dead-eye pulled up behind me in the dark blue unmarked car. I got out and walked behind my truck. He got out of his car and met me.

"What's up, Mick?"

"Did you see the white unmarked car a few up in front of me?"

He peeked around the corner of my truck. "I do now. Who is it?"

"I was hoping you could tell me."

"It's not one of ours. I don't recognize it. I'm going to drive past it and get the tag. Let's see who it is."

"Okay. I'll keep an eye on them."

Phil got back in his car and casually drove past the white car. A minute later he pulled up behind me again. He was snickering. "You ready for this?", he asked.

"Don't tell me."

"It's your friendly local TV station."

"They don't give up, do they?"

"I guess not."

"Anything you can do to help me out?"

"Sure thing, Mick. They're trespassing. They have no legitimate reason for being here, unless they lie to me and tell me they are waiting to pick up someone. Then I'll have to verify that. After all, they've been told to stay off the university property."

"Okay. Is there another driveway on the other side of that building?"

"No. But there is a driveway for service vehicles. Why don't you tell her to meet you at the loading dock for that building? I'll keep them busy for a while."

"That's great Phil. I owe you one." I patted him on the shoulder as I went past him. I handed him one of my business cards that has my cell phone number on it. "Call me." I got in my truck and called Holly.

"I'm waiting by the doors," she said as she answered.

"Do you know where the loading dock is on the back side of the building?"

"Yes. But only from outside."

"Okay, but don't come out the main doors. There's a car out here from the news. I think they are waiting for you. Go out and to the left towards the other side. I'll meet you at the loading dock."

"Okay. Be there in a flash."

I was backing into the loading dock as we disconnected. In about a minute, Holly came out a door right next to it. She smiled at me as she walked to the passenger side of the truck and got in.

"Hiya, Mick." She leaned over and kissed me as she climbed in.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah, fine. Where are these guys?"

"Right out in front. The police are checking them out for us. We should be able to make a clean getaway." I drove slowly up the driveway from the dock. As I got to the main driveway, Phil had his police car in front of the white car. He had all of the pretty red and blue lights going and a second police car was just pulling up. Taking advantage of the situation, I departed the area post haste. I really would have like to have known if it was the two guys I led on the wild goose chase this morning.

"So," I said, "How'd you find the loading dock?"

"Well, using my college noodle, I went to the basement and followed the signs that said, "loading dock".

"Very good. I think you may want to tell Mr. Schaffer that they are still stalking you. Make sure you use the word stalking. If he asks if they scare you, tell him yes."

"Okay."

Holly called the attorney and told him exactly what I told her. I could tell by her replies that he was pissed. Good! Next to a woman scorned, a woman on PMS, and a pissed off cop, not necessarily in that order, comes a pissed off lawyer.

It was almost five by the time I got back to the office. Being that late, I was able to park out in front. Holly and I walked in. Carla was finishing putting away everything for the weekend. 

"Hey Boss. Call Mr. Schmidt. He finally returned your call. He'll be in his office until around six."

"Good, I've been wanting to see how he's doing." By that my cell phone rang.

"Pheury."

"Hi, Mick. It's Phil. I just wanted to let you know how things went."

"So, how'd they like getting thrown off campus again?"

"Actually, this was their first time getting thrown off campus today, but... Did you see the news today? The camera crew that got mugged at the biker bar on the south side?"

"Don't tell me, that was them?"

"It sure was. When I took their information, the camera man made a comment about it not being their day. When I asked him what he meant, the reporter told me all about it. I hope you don't mind, but I told them that, too the best of my knowledge, Holly Armacost was in classes all day. I told them I say her earlier, which I did. They don't have to know it was after their little ordeal."

"Nice job, Phil."

"Was she really stripping down there?"

"No, Phil! When all of that was going on, she was in my office. Those idiots followed the wrong person."

"Damn, I was hoping she was. I'd like to see her show some time."

"Oh well. Sorry Phil. Can you give me their names?"

Phil gave me both of their names which I wrote down on a piece of paper for Holly so she could make sure Mr. Schaffer had the right names. Then we promised to get together for a couple of beers one evening to talk about the "old times". We said our good byes and I handed Holly the names.

I made it back to my office and called David.

"Is, David in? This is Mick Pheury."

"Sure Mr. Pheury. He's expecting your call."

A few seconds later, "Hi Mick. I'm sorry it took so long to get back to you. I've been in court all day."

"That's okay, David. It wasn't anything urgent. I just wanted to see how you were doing."

"All things considered, I think I'm doing fine."

"I'm sorry to hear about Stacy. How is she?"

"I guess she's okay. The hospital did what they had to and released her. I drove her home."

"Did she say anything to you?"

"She barely said a word to me, Mick. When I saw her at the hospital, she started to cry and said she was sorry. She said she guesses she deserves "this". I didn't know if she meant what Armacost did to her or the cold shoulder I was giving her." David gave a slight giggle. "I can't help it Mick, I hate her for what she did, but I still love her. Last night, after I found out what happened, if I'd have gotten hold of Armacost, I'd have killed him."

"I know what you're saying, David. Just be careful what you say in public. There are a lot of people that don't like him, especially right now. I don't want something to happen to him and everybody point the finger at you."

"I'm not that stupid, Mick. He's not worth it, and frankly, neither is Stacy. If I didn't know about last weekend, maybe I'd feel different about last night. How'd Mrs. Armacost take it?"

"I think a lot better than I'd have thought. I think she is so pissed-off that she couldn't care what happens to him."

"I saw the stuff on the news about it. They've been camped out in front of their house all day."

"They have? Their attorney told them they'd better not."

"Yeah, but you know those vultures. They can't give up a chance to do an exclusive. I'm really surprised that they haven't come up here."

"Maybe they know better."

"That may be. They haven't tried to call my office or anything since Monday. Maybe they don't know that I live here."

"I wouldn't bet on it. Remember all the news stories talked about the "next door neighbor" and her name. Even though I don't remember them mentioning you or that you were an attorney, I wouldn't count on them not knowing."

"You're probably right, Mick."

"Well, keep your head up and stay in touch."

"Okay, Mick. Thanks for the concern."

It sounds like he's taking it all pretty well. I don't know if I would. I know I didn't. When I found out my wife was fucking the fireman, I think I went through a similar state of emotions. I wanted to kill him and her, but then I decided on just ruining both of them. Of course, the fireman helped a great deal in that regard. Imagine, turning queer just to help me embarrass him and my wife. Wasn't that nice of him?

Carla and Holly were talking to each other in the outer office. I finished a few things with my emails and turned the computer off for the weekend. I could see Carla doing the same. She checked the coffee maker to make sure it was off. Then she walked to the door.

Carla spoke up, "I'm not paying you overtime. You've been bullshitting on the phone for the last 15 minutes and now..."

I just looked up from my desk, "Haven't we had this conversation before? Have you forgotten who pays who around here?"

"Just trying to throw you a subtle hint, boss. It's like, time to go."

"Yeah, boss," Holly added, "it's time to go. We're hungry."

"Alright, alright. I know when I'm outnumbered. Let's get out of here. It's been a long week." I flipped the light switch to my office as the two girls filed out. I turned off the main light switch, set the alarm, closed the door, and locked it. The three of us hopped into the truck and headed to... like I have to tell you, right?

I called Murphy's en-route and asked Sylvia if she could put my name on the list for a table. She told me it was done.

We got to Murphy's along with the hundred or so other Friday night regulars. Right as we walked in, Sylvia yelled out, "Pheury, party of three! Pheury."

"I'm Pheury." I said as we worked our way through the crowd at the door.

"This way, Mr. Pheury. Sorry for the wait," Sylvia smiled as she led us to the table. Even though it wasn't my normal lunch table in the back corner, it was far enough back that we weren't affected by everybody at the door and bar.

"The wait is always worthwhile. Thanks Sylvie." I leaned forward and gave her a kiss on the cheek. 

"Any time, Mick. Three of the usuals?" She handed each of us a menu. 

"Of course. And put us in for an order of crab dip."

"You've got it. And in case you are interested, tonight's special is the swordfish, grilled for 15.95 or blackened for 16.95. I'll be right back with your drinks."

"Swordfish? Murph's moving up in the world. I stood until Holly and Carla both took their seats, "I'll be right back." I headed to the bar and motioned to Murph.

"Hi, Mick. What'll you have?"

"Nothing, Sylvia is getting them for us. How much would you charge to rent me that garage out back for a few days?"

"A few days? Don't worry about it."

"Are you sure? I mean, I'll rent if from you."

"You're not going to, like, blow it up or anything, right? Elliott Ness isn't going to come kicking in the doors or anything?"

"No, no. I just want to keep Holly's Corvette in there for a few days."

"Don't worry about it. I'm actually glad to see someone using it."

"Damn, Murph. I didn't even know you owned them. How many you got back there?"

"There are 24 garages back there. I'm only renting 14 of them. Most of them are to tenants of the buildings in this block. It's cheaper than feeding the meters all day. Besides I just tack it on to their rent for the building. It makes it convenient."

"What do you mean rent for the building?"

"Didn't you know? I own this whole block. Well at least my brother, sister, and I own it."

"You WHAT? No, I didn't know that. You ole' slum lord you."

"Hell, my grandfather left this place to my father, who left it to me. Back when my father owned it, he bought the building next door, and then the one next to it. He enlarged it to what you see here today. But he decided that buying up old buildings, fixing them up and renting them was so easy, as each one of the buildings in this block came up for sale, he'd buy it, just to keep the developers from coming in and tearing then all down for some god-damned high rise. With the waterfront right behind us, they'd love to get their hands on it. After my father gave it to me, I kept buying up the buildings next to us. My brother and I joined forces about 20 years ago, except with regards to the Pub. This is all mine. A few years ago our sister joined us. Last year, we finally acquired the corner at the other end. Now, the block is ours. It's kind of the Murphy's own urban revitalization plan."

"Damn Murph, this has got to be worth millions."

"It is. Several. But dad left us all rather well off. And I'm not exactly hurting for business. We keep the rent on the buildings rather reasonable, that's why we have nice stable tenants. Mostly professionals, you know, doctors, lawyers, accountants. We've all agreed that we'd rather preserve what little of the old waterfront we can than to make money we can't really use. None of the family are hurting financially. With all the buildings being paid for, we spend the rent money on fixing and restoring them. We've started buying up the next block to do the same thing. In a few years, we'll have these three blocks set up so everybody can see how it used to be before the developers fucked it up with all of these high rises. By the way, how come you've never wanted to rent your office down here?"

"To be honest, I never thought of it. If I'd have known you owned everything down here..."

"When's your lease up?"

"I think it's up in about two months"

"Find something you like and let me know. I'll keep it open for you until you move in."

"That's fabulous Murph. I had no idea. And, of course, I guess you run the Pub just for the fun of it?"

"That's about it. I always wanted to own a nice friendly neighborhood bar, just like my father. I have it. I've thought about tearing out the second floor so we have a 24 foot ceiling. It will help with the air circulation. Then I think about moving the restaurant upstairs to the second floor. You know, put bigger windows for the view. But then I keep thinking about that dirty old, falling down wharf."

"It's a shame that old wharf is behind you. If that weren't there, you'd have a great view."

"Yeah. We've tried to buy it. Back when they closed it, my father tried to buy it. One day, I'll show you the plans we came up with. Extend the Pub back about 30 feet. Put on a deck. Maybe even a couple of slips so some of the boaters could stop by. All kinds of free parking. I'd love to put a multi-level parking garage around here, maybe where the old warehouse is across the street. I'd make it free, just so everybody that wanted to live, work, and shop down here didn't have to feed meters all day. Giving this city more money it won't use around here."

"That would be real nice, Murph. But the city would probably never let you do it."

"Figure it out Mick, there's what, probably 250 parking meters in just the few immediate blacks around here. Between 8 and 6 not one of them stays empty for more than 15 minutes. You get 15 minutes for a quarter, that's a dollar an hour. Monday through Friday, that's around $40,000 a month. This city is making a killing. Even if I charged 50 cents an hour, just to help pay for the electric..."

"Hell, Murph, even if you charged a dollar an hour, people would probably still use it, just to know the car was easier to get to. So why don't you buy the old wharf?" 

"Because your pal Armacost wouldn't sell it. ."

"Armacost? He owns it?"

"Yep. Bastard. I hope they put him in jail for the rest of his life."

"For raping that woman?"

"No! Well that too. I was talking about for him not selling me that old wharf."

"Did you see that blonde I came in with?"

"Yeah!"

"That's Holly Armacost."

"The daughter?"

"That's her."

"Let me know when you want to become part of the family."

"Right now! Right now!"

"Keep the garage as long as you need it."

"Thanks, Murph. Thanks a lot."

"And I'm serious about moving your office down here. Take a look around and tell me what one you want."

I walked back to the table. Sylvia had already brought our drinks to the table. I just shook my head as I sat down.

"What's wrong with you?", Carla asked.

"I'm depressed."

Holly looked at me, "Depressed about what?"

"I just found out that Murph doesn't just own Murphy's Pub, he owns this whole frigging block."

"He does? Damn. Why does he work so hard?", Carla asked.

"He said because he likes it." Then it dawned on me. "Hey, Holly. What would it take for your mother to get her hands on a piece of property your father owns?"

"What piece?"

"The old wharf behind here."

"I don't know. Hell. If the divorce goes through smooth, he might have to sell what he owns to split it with her anyway. I'll remember to ask her."

"It would be nice if Murph was able to buy it, tear it down and have an outside terrace and better parking."

"I'll mention it her the first thing tomorrow when I see her. You do know that most of my father's land holdings are in both of their names, don't you?"

"I didn't."

"It's kind of a tax break and liability thing. Until my father develops a piece of property, like the "tower", he keeps it under a property holding company that lists my mother as the president and C.E.O. That way it goes down as a minority owned business. I don't know if the wharf is one of them, but I'll check. After he develops it, he puts it under his company.

"That would be nice if your mother decided to sell the old wharf."

"Right now might be the right time to approach her about it. She might want to sell everything she can control."

"That might be one way to get even with your father."

An evil grin came across Holly's face, "That it would. That it would."

Carla jumped in, "Hey, Mick. Maybe Murph could work a nice deal on a nicer office for you down here."

"Funny you should mention that. We were actually talking about that."

"Yeah. It's closer for me, parking has got to be better. And our favorite after work hangout is right here."

"It would have its advantages."

Sylvia came back with the crab dip. "Are you ready to order?"

"Go ahead girls." I deferred to Holly and Carla.

Carla began, "I'll have a burger, cheddar, lettuce, tomato, and onion. That comes with fries, right?"

"Yes, unless you want chips," Sylvia replied.

"No, fries are fine."

"I'll have the turkey club with chips," Holly said.




Mick the Dick Ch. 29



"And sir..."

"I'll try that swordfish special, blackened."

"Would you like a baked potato, fries, or rice?"

"Fries."

"Very good," Sylvia said, "will there be anything else for now?"

"I think that will do it for now."

The three of us sat around and discussed what we were going to do the rest of the evening. I told Holly her car was safe in the garage and recommended she leave it there for a couple of days. Maybe, I thought, if the hounds didn't see the fox for a couple of days they'd lose the scent. No, I don't really believe that either.

The swordfish was out of this world. I love seafood, and I have a tendency to be rather finicky about my seafood. I've had seafood at some of the best restaurants in the world. This swordfish was one of the best. I've paid thirty dollars for a piece of fish that came nowhere near this good. Okay, so it doesn't come on a white plate with all kinds of pretty sprinkles of herbs and spices. I buy food to eat, not look at. When Sylvia came around to see how things are I had to ask, "Where does Murph get his recipes?"

"Mr. Antonio," she replied.

"Mr. Antonio?"

"That's our chef, Mr. Antonio. His real name is James, but don't let that out."

"Where'd Murph get him, New Orleans?"

"As a matter of fact..."

"You're kidding?"

"He was studying at some culinary institute, got into some trouble out there, and moved here looking to make a fresh start. Nobody would give him a chance. Murph heard about him and called him in for an interview. Next thing you know, we have a chef and a new menu."

"Well, this swordfish was terrific."

We finished, I paid the bill, and then we went into the bar for an after dinner drink. It was relatively early when we headed for my house. Naturally, I checked on Holly's car before we left. My senses were just a little more keyed-up than usual on the way. I even took a more unusual route home, just so if someone was following us, they'd stand out.

No sign of a tail. We made it.



Mick the Dick Ch. 30



We settled down for a nice quiet evening. Dinner was out of the way. I made a pitcher of Margaritas from scratch. I do so hate those mixes, they always come out tasting like... mixes. I even cut up some fresh limes just to spruce it up a little. Being Carla likes her tequila so, I even floated a little extra on top of hers.

Here it was, Friday night and not a damned thing on television. One-hundred plus channels of garbage. Not even a descent old crime story.

"So, Mr. Pheury, what kind of movies do you have stockpiled?" Holly asked.

"Stockpiled?" Carla emphasized, "That's a good way of putting it." 

Carla opened my "stockpile", a ceiling to floor cabinet with my collection of everything from classics to new releases. VHS on top, DVD's down below. There are a whole lot more classics than new releases. My view on movies is a lot like my view on music. The talent in Hollywood just isn't what it used to be. It's just a whole lot of worked-over and over-worked crap. Twenty or thirty years ago I'd have liked to have been able to see just about everything that came out. Now, they're lucky to get me to see 1 or 2 movies in a theater a year. I usually end up borrowing somebody else's DVD. I don't even like renting most of the stuff coming out these days. If it weren't for the computer generated effects, most of today's hits would never have made it off the editor's floor back in the good 'ol days. 

"Damn, Mick," Holly asked, "how many do you have?"

"I don't know. I've never counted them."

Carla started to announce by category, "Movies or television? Action, classic, comedy, documentary, drama, horror, otherwise called scary shit, musicals, sci-fi, war, western, and from here down," taking up almost half of the cabinet, "crime drama, mystery, police shows,..."

"Wait a minute, aren't they all the same?" Holly asked.

"Nope. Not according to Pheury's system. Police shows are not crime dramas. Police shows involve police. Once you know Pheury, you'll know what I'm talking about. It's like crime drama is not the same as real drama."

"Wait a minute there," I interrupted, "I don't have a category called "real drama"."

"Oops! I meant to say, regular drama. That's drama that doesn't involve crime. Oh, and I almost forgot, this little bitty group here is "chick flick". Most of them are mine or those I gave him so he'd have something I'd like to see."

Holly laughed, "Typical."

"Typical?" I asked.

"Today's modern cave man has no sensitivity to the needs of women."

"What the hell do chick flicks have to do with man's sensitivity to the needs of a woman?"

"Women like things other than seeing things get shot or blown up."

"I like some of the, so called, romantic films. Just not too many of them. Most of the romance films are so fake..."

"That's why we like them. They're fantasy. Well at least some of them are."

Carla added, "It gives us a chance to fantasize a little. Guys like watching guys save the world, women like watching women fall in love."

Holly pointed to a section of the cabinet that has a locked door, "What's in that section, porn?"

"Adult films.", I corrected her.

Carla laughed, "That's right. Speaking of fantasy... He keeps all of the good stuff locked up. Just like his good booze."

"I've never seen a porn movie.", Holly said as she blushed slightly. "I mean, not a real one."

"Real one? You mean there's such a thing as fake porno?" I snickered.

"No! You know what I mean."

"Actually," Carla said, "you haven't missed much."

"Why? Don't they get you excited or anything?"

"Some of them do, but the old ones were better. They don't make as many of them with plots anymore. Of course, that's why Mick has his collection."

"What? He has some of the old ones?"

"Yeah. He has a pretty good collection of the "classics".

"Can we watch one?"

"Sure, if it's okay with Mick."

I shrugged my shoulders, "Sure, if you two want." I unlocked the door and Holly joined Carla to see which one's I had. "I'll refill our Margaritas."

"This one is pretty good."

"Oh, I've heard of that one."

"This one is one of my favorites."

"This one sounds pretty good."

"This was one of the first of the modern porn movies."

"Do they really show everything?"

"Oh yeah, everything."

"I take it some are just a bunch of clips?"

"Some of them. GUYS mainly like to watch just the sex parts anyway. It saves them having to fast forward through the real acting."

Holly was reading the box of one, "Twenty some guys??? And only one girl???

"Yeah. Hey Mick, did you ever get the one with the girl who does, how many was it, 300 guys?"

"No. That's crazy.", I answered.

"Huh? 300 guys? In how long?"

Carla laughed, "Something like 2 hours. It took longer, but the movie is about 2 hours long."

"That's gross. Two or three guys, maybe four I could see..." Holly noticed my expression. "I mean," she continued, "not that I would ever do that many..."

"How many would you do at one time, Holly?" I asked.

"Nevermind. That's not what I meant."

Carla began laughing. 

"Why? How many guys have you done at one time?" Holly asked her.

Carla looked at me and then back at Holly, "We'll talk about that later."

"Oh, come on," I jumped in, "How many?"

"That's none of your business Pheury."

"That's because she's only done one guy at a time.", I stated.

"For your information, Mr. Private Dick, I did get gang banged once. And there were a couple of times where I did two guys."

Not that I was totally shocked or anything, but trying to call her bluff, "Where did you get gang banged?"

"At the ocean, last year."

"Oh sure. Something we can't verify."

"No! You can't verify it."

"Well tell us about it anyway."

"You remember, I went to the ocean for that wedding the beginning of last summer. Well we took Joan out for her bachelorette party the night before. It was 4 of us. We went to a couple of clubs and ended up back at the bar in the hotel where all of us stayed. We were smashed. There were quite a few parties in the hotel. That's when it dawned on us that there were so many younger guys. We saw this one group of really cute guys. It turned out that they were from an all-boys high school. They had all just graduated from high school and were at the ocean to celebrate."

"I don't know if I want to know about this. Does the term "statutory rape" mean anything to you?"

"Pheury, they were all at least 18. They graduated."

"Oh sure! But officer, really, he told me he was 18."

"Oh, shut up, Mick. Do you want to know what happened or don't you?"

"I do." Holly said, "Let her finish, Mick."

"We kind of invited ourselves to their party. It was about a dozen of them, they had three pairs of those rooms that have the connecting doors. And all the balconies joined. Our goal was to get Joan gang banged by all twelve of them. Joan was blitzed. I mean, we had her really drunk. Of course, we all were. I was surprised she wasn't sick, but damn did she loosen up. She was like an instant slut, we just added some alcohol. She started by doing some dancing. It was driving the boys nuts. She started stripping. They were grabbing her and tearing her clothes off. We actually had to take a little control of the situation by telling them not to get too rough or we'd leave. They calmed down real quick. Joan was completely naked when she picked the first boy. He, I'M SURE HE WAS AT LEAST 18 PHEURY, but looked like he was 14 or 15. Joan took his pants off and started blowing him. He had the cutest little dick any of us had seen."

Holly was listening intensively. Of course, so was I.

"Two of the boys, obviously the two best friends in the bunch, had been eyeing me up since we interrupted their little stag party. I had been drinking pretty heavily too, so I wasn't feeling too inhibited. While we watched two more guys join Joan, these two guys started taking off my clothes. Not letting them have an advantage, I started taking theirs off. Being most of the guys were more interested in watching Joan, I took Rick and Mike into the next room. We needed a little more room anyway. For a kid, Mike had a big dick. I mean, not like yours, Mick, but a nice size. And damn was it hard. I blew both of them for a while and then Rick ate my pussy. I was up on all fours. I think it was the first time he had done it. He wasn't very good at it, but thinking it was the first time for him kept me excited. After I came once, I slid up on top of Mike. I Fucked him while I blew Rick. Then I felt someone behind me. The room was pretty dark, so I couldn't see who it was, but I felt someone trying to force his dick into my ass. It hurt. I told him to lube it up before he tried it again. I couldn't believe I was actually going to let some guy fuck me in the ass."

I can't tell you how many times I have wanted to try that with Carla. I know I have described Carla's ass to you, so I'm not going to make you go through listening again. But I would love to butt fuck her. And here I was having to listen to how she let some young kid do it to her one night. 

"This kid ended up finding some suntan oil and squirted some on my ass and his dick. I told him to take it slow. He slid his dick in my ass. I never knew how good that could feel. That was the first time I ever got fucked in the ass and pussy at the same time. I was still blowing Rick. Then another guy came in on the other side from Rick and started shoving his dick in my face. I took it in my hand and jerked him off while I alternated between sucking his dick and Rick's."

Listening to Carla talk about her gang bang had my cock so hard I was waiting for it to rip my pants. I couldn't help but rub my cock. Luckily, I was behind the kitchen counter so it wasn't too obvious.

"The boys started rotating positions. I don't know who was doing what, it was like tag team. My knees finally gave out and I had to ask them to let me roll over onto my back. Mike got between my legs and began ramming that big hard dick inside my pussy. I mean, he was driving it inside me. I know I came at least twice. One of the other guys was straddling my chest, fucking my tits. I was finally able to see the guys taking turns with me. I felt like such a slut. All of these guys, I didn't even know, taking turns with me. Besides Mike and the guy fucking my tits, there were two other guys jerking themselves off next to me. The one fucking my tits raised up and began jerking himself off. I opened my mouth and let him squirt it in my mouth. It must have been too much for one of the others because I felt his cum splash across my left cheek. I turned my head towards him as he slid his dick in my mouth and fucked my mouth a few strokes, dumping more of his sweet cum into my mouth."

I had to ease off rubbing myself. Hearing Carla describe this was almost too much for me to take.

"I felt Mike's young tight body tighten up as he drove his dick deep inside me. I knew he was about to squirt in me. I tightened my muscles around his cock as he let out this deep guttural moan and made a series of short pulses. I could feel his cum splash against the inside of my pussy. He pumped his dick inside me as I squeezed it tight with my muscles. He collapsed on top of me. One of the newer guys in the room pulled him off of me and rolled him onto the floor. There was this big thud as he landed. This new guy jumped on top of me and shoved his dick inside my pussy. I was so stretched out for the other guys, and especially Mike, that I barely felt this guy, but he was having fun."

The other guy that was jerking off over my face pushed his dick between my lips. I sucked on it just as he came. It shot right down my throat, and I didn't even choke or gag or anything. The guy fucking me drove his dick in me and shot his load inside me. One more guy had cum in the room and was jerking himself off as he watched the last guy fuck me. I was laying there, trying to catch my breath when he came over and jerked off on my chest. I grabbed his cock and jerked it off for him. I was covered in cum. I just rubbed it all over my body. I felt so slutty."

"I'll bet you looked pretty slutty too.", I had to throw in for effect.

"But not as slutty as Joan. I finally gained enough strength to stand up and walked over to the door between the rooms. My pussy felt like it had a gallon of cum in it, of course, most of it ran down my legs by the time I got to the door. I felt so dirty, you know, NASTY. Joan was on the bed and the guys were just lined up to fuck her, some of them had just finished fucking me. She was completely covered in cum. There was a puddle of cum between her legs that must have been two inches deep. She was so turned on it was like no stopping her. She was like a wild animal."

"Where'd the other two girls go?" Holly asked.

"Judy and Sue were in the other rooms. That's when I noticed how many guys there were, 22, 23, 24,... I asked one of the guys how many guys from their class were there? He told me 28. That's when I started to get worried. Geez! I knew I was worn out. I may have done about 6 or so, she was getting all of them, at least once. Some twice, and I'll bet there were a couple threezies in the bunch.

"You did six guys?" I asked.

"I think. I don't really know. They may have switched off. It may have only been 4. Of course, it could have been 12. Judy came back into the room. I guess she had finished her group. If you think I was a slut that night, Judy was like this all the time. She's married, has three kids, and fucks around on her husband all the time. I think he knows, but he doesn't let on. When she saw all the cum on the bed she laid between Joan's legs and ate her pussy while she played with the puddle of cum. She kept spreading it on Joan's pussy as she licked it. Even for me it seemed a little over the top."

Holly didn't even look slightly grossed out. Actually, it looked like it had her interest.

"I was still turned on. While Judy helped guys fuck Joan, Sue and I jerked guys off, keeping them ready to fuck Joan. Some of them fucked her in the ass, some fucked her pussy. Some fucked her mouth, but most of them fucked her pussy. She was so spread open, cum was just running out of her pussy and ass. Sue and I were having our own little contest looking down the line of young cocks waiting their turn with Joan. We were eyeing up what was obviously the biggest dick in the crowd. Mike was in the line. I walked over to him and grabbed his dick which was standing straight out. I couldn't help myself. I wanted to have him one more time, this time in the ass. I bent over against a table and poked my ass up in the air at him. He wasted no time sliding his big dick in my well loosened and lubed asshole. He fucked me as another guy came around to the other side of the table and slid his dick in my mouth. Even with as stretched as my ass was, Mike's dick still had a tight fit. The guy I was blowing didn't take long, I sucked him off in my mouth. Judy saw him cum in my mouth and came over to finish sucking him off. She wanted to kiss me so I could push his cum in her mouth, but I didn't let her. I guess that was before my lesbian tendencies."

Holly looked at her, "Don't start that again."

"I'm sorry. I was just joking. Anyway, Mike fucked me in the ass for a few minutes and then pulled out and shot his cum all over my ass. I went back to stroking guys to keep them hard for Joan. I actually had one more guy that was jerking himself off ask if he could squirt it in my face. I let him. I actually helped him. In all, Joan took 12 loads of cum in her mouth, 6 in the ass, and 26 in her pussy."

"What did she do, keep score?" I asked.

"Believe it or not, yes she did. She always was good with numbers."

"And how many did you take?"

"I wasn't really counting. Like I said, I couldn't even keep track of how many guys I did, much less how many loads of cum I had."

"So, how did the wedding go?" Holly asked.

"It went fine. Joan gave no signs of any guilt, except she did walk a little funny. She blamed it on the shoes."

"I had no idea you were such a slut.", I said sarcastically.

"See, that's why I didn't want to tell you about it, Pheury. You act like a slut one night and you're a slut the rest of your life. You eat one pussy and you're a lesbian the rest of your life."

"I didn't say that either of them are bad."

"Yeah, right! So anyhow, what movie?"

Holly spoke up, "After that story, I don't know if I need a porno movie."

"Did it get to you?" I asked.

"I'll say. Wow! Look how wet I am." Holly brought her hand up from her pussy. It was soaked.

Carla pulled out the old "Behind the Green Door" video. "Let's watch this one. This one's good."

"I've heard of that one. It's considered a classic isn't it?"

"Oh yeah. It's still one of the best.", I added.

I poured us another round of drinks and headed for the family room. I made sure the curtains were drawn and turned on the theater. I have a projection system, the wall is painted so it acts like a 90 inch screen. The stereo is piped-in with full surround sound. Carla handed me the tape and I plugged it in. I hit the play button.

Knowing I had about 5 minutes of ads and 1-900 numbers to go through, I went into my bedroom and changed into my favorite pair of black gym shorts and a black t-shirt. I walked back into the family room, "Would you girls like to slip into something more comfortable?"

"Damn, my bag. I left it in the Vette.", Holly said.

"Would you like to put on a pair of my shorts and a t-shirt or something.", I asked her.

"I probably have something she could put on. Come on Holly. Let's get comfortable.", Carla said as she headed for the one extra bedroom where she keeps a few things.

I was tempted to go spy on them. I was wondering if they were going to do anything with each other. But I decided that, if they were, I didn't want to do anything that would stop it.

About 10 minutes later, Holly and Carla came back in. Holly was wearing a black lace teddy and Carla was wearing a black satin and lace kimono. They were laughing as they came into the room. I hit the play button. 

"We figured you were an easy target tonight. After my confession about the gang bang last year, getting ready to watch a skin flick, us dressed like this, we could get you off in nothing flat.", Carla announced.

"Is that supposed to be a challenge?"

Holly smiled, "Do you want it to be?"

"Well, to be honest, the two of you probably do have me at a disadvantage. But, I always did enjoy being the underdog."

I was sitting in my favorite chair. Holly came over and sat at my left knee, and Carla sat to my right. We watched the movie up to the point where the young girl is brought onto the stage. I was scratching their necks and shoulders as the movie started heating up. It had been a while since I had watched this movie. Holly had slid her one hand up my leg. Carla already had her one hand on my cock and was rubbing it. At the point where the black guy comes out on stage and begins to fuck the girl, I noticed Carla's other hand running up and down Holly's thigh. Holly's other hand was on Carla's one tit. Both watched as the long black cock slid in and out of the white girl's pussy. I was too busy watching their hands wander over each others body. 

Carla placed her head on my knee and pulled Holly towards her. Holly complied without any reservation. Holly leaned towards Carla and kissed her on the lips. Carla returned the kiss. Their mouths opened as the passionately kissed, their tongues wrestling. Their hands wrapped around each other with my leg between them. 

"Wait a minute, let me move this out of the way." I slid my leg out from between the two girls. They locked onto each other in a tight embrace as they french kissed each other. Their hands roamed across each other. They slowly and seductively removed each others lingerie.




Mick the Dick Ch. 30



Carla and Holly moved closer to the center of the room. I couldn't help myself, I slid out of the chair and over to the two entangled bodies laying in on the rug in the center of the floor. I pushed Holly's legs apart, kissing and licking my way up her leg towards her pussy. Holly took my hair in her one hand and pulled it towards her pelvis. I kissed her pussy lips. I pushed my tongue between her pussy lips, licking her clit. Carla pushed Holly back onto the floor and continued to kiss her hard. I slid my tongue in and out of Holly. I nibbled on her clit which sent shivers up her body. Carla was working her way down Holly's body, licking, sucking, and nibbling on her tits. Carla's tongue and mine met at Holly's pussy. I moved my head away to give Carla room. I kissed my way up Holly's body stopped for a few extra seconds at her nipples and continued to her mouth. 

I kissed Holly, slipping my tongue deep into her mouth. She licked my lips and roof of my mouth as her tongue roamed inside my mouth. Carla was now laying between Holly's legs licking her pussy. Carla took my cock in her hand and pulled it towards her mouth. I raised up, giving her room to get to my cock. She took it in her mouth and sucked on it. Her mouth slid down onto my cock several times. Her mouth was so hot and wet. She stroked it with her hand as she went back to licking Holly's wet pussy. 

Carla once again took my cock in her mouth. I rolled my hips, sliding my cock in and out of her mouth. After a few minutes of her blowing me, Carla guided my now rock hard cock towards Holly's pussy. Holly anticipated what was happening and raised her legs to accept my cock. Carla guided my stiff cock between Holly's pussy lips. 

I pushed my cock inside Holly slowly, allowing her tight pussy to conform to its shape. Carla slid up alongside Holly and me. She kissed me as I fucked Holly. Holly pulled on Carla's arm and stuck her tongue out, wiggling it. 

"Let me lick you.", Holly said, looking into Carla's eyes. 

Carla slowly positioned herself over Holly's face. Holly wasted no time in licking Carla's pussy. I continued to slide my cock in and out of Holly's pussy. Carla pulled my head into her boobs. I sucked on each nipple in turn. Holly began to rock her hips as she started to orgasm. Holly drove her tongue deep inside Carla's pussy, forcing Carla to cum hard. Holly also came, raising her pelvis high, allowing me to drive my cock deeper inside her. Both girls yelled as they experienced their orgasms, Carla forcing her pussy down onto Holly's mouth, Holly driving her hips up into mine. 

I was rather surprised that I didn't cum. That much excitement would usually be enough, but for some reason, my stamina was lasting.

"Shit, Pheury, didn't you cum yet?" Carla asked.

"Was I supposed to? Oh, that's right, I forgot the challenge."

Holly just looked up at me and rolled her eyes.

"Alright Pheury. My turn. Fuck me!", Carla demanded.

I slid my cock from Holly. Carla got up on all fours. "Wait a minute!", Carla yelled. She grabbed my cock and pulled me towards her face. "I want to taste you first." She took the entire length of my cock into her mouth. Holly slid over under Carla and began licking my balls. Both of them licked my cock taking the time to lick each others tongues. 

I moved behind Carla as the two girls continued kissing. I slid my cock inside Carla's pussy from behind. She was so wet. My cock slid inside her without any effort. I fucked her, driving the entire length of my cock inside her with each thrust. Holly changed positions placing her face on Carla's ass. She slid her fingers between me and Carla, sliding my cock out from Carla's pussy and up to her mouth. I continued my fucking motion, letting Holly's mouth take the place of Carla's pussy. Then Holly slid my cock back inside Carla. 

Then Holly surprised me. She looked up at me and winked. She spit on Carla's asshole and slid my cock out of Carla's pussy. She placed my cockhead against Carla's asshole. "Ooo! Take it easy there Pheury. I don't know if I can take you in my ass."

"I'll be gentle.", not realizing how corny that sounded.

Holly held my cock lined up with Carla's ass. I pushed gently as Holly pushed my cockhead into Carla's tight asshole. Holly spit on the shaft of my cock, lubricating it even more as I slowly slid it inside Carla.

"Oh, geez Pheury. Easy! Easy!", Carla said.

Holly smiled as she watched more and more of my cock slip inside Carla's ass. Soon, almost my entire length was inside Carla. Holly moved up to Carla's face and kissed her. I slowly began to fuck Carla's ass. As her ass loosened up, I picked up my pace. Holly was fingering Carla's pussy as I fucked her in the ass.

"Oh damn, Pheury. That feels so good. Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass!"

Carla's ass is so tight. I had to watch how far I pulled it out so my cock didn't pop out. Carla had at least two orgasms in rapid succession. She was so tight, I knew my cock couldn't stand much more.

"I'm going to cum in your ass. Okay?"

"Oh yes Mick. Cum in me. Cum in my ass!"

I pumped my cock harder, ramming it inside Carla's ass. Holly rubbed Carla's pussy even harder. As she began having yet another orgasm, I drove my cock deep and shot my load inside her. Carla bucked like a wild pony as Holly continued to rub her pussy. As my cock emptied its load of sperm inside her, she rocked back into me.

Holly moved back to me and kissed me hard as I finished cumming inside Carla.

I felt like a dog locked to my bitch as Carla tightened her ass muscles down on my cock. Holly just continued to kiss me. After several minutes, I slid my cock from Carla's ass and rolled backwards onto the floor. Holly and Carla crawled over to me and laid their heads on my chest. I woke up that way about an hour later. The television was still on. I turned it off.

I went into the bathroom and rinsed off. When I returned, both girls were cuddled up with each other and fast asleep. I picked Holly up and carried her to my bed. Then I returned to Carla and did the same with her. She was partially awake.

"Shit, Pheury. We did it again, didn't we?"

"Yes, WE did."

"Oh, well. Good night."

I placed her on the bed, turned out the lights, and crawled in between the two girls. I pulled the sheets up over the three of us. Both girls curled up next to me and we went to sleep. 



Mick the Dick Ch. 31



Chapter 31

I woke up at a little before 7:30. Carla was still in bed next to me, but Holly was up. I gently slid out of the bed and tip-toed… Okay, so I can't tip-toe, but I did walk quietly across the floor to the bathroom. I took care of the morning necessities and slipped into my black gym shorts and t-shirt. The house was quiet. I went into the kitchen and noticed the coffee was done. Holly was sitting out on the back deck reading the newspaper. I poured myself a cup of coffee and went onto the deck.

"Good morning."

"Good morning, Mick. How'd you sleep?"

"Like a rock. How about you?"

"I could get used to that."

"What?"

"Sleeping in bed with you and Carla."

"Really? Why's that?"

"I don't know. It's just that I seem to sleep so soundly when we sleep together. Normally, I toss and turn all night. I am seldom this awake this early in the morning. I must have slept well."

"Where'd you get the paper?"

"Oh, I went to the convenience store down the street. Did you see the doughnuts on the counter?"

"No, I have to get one of them. What, did you use my truck?"

"No. I walked. Well, ran part way. I've been up since 6."

"That's almost 2 miles away."

"Yeah, I know. I usually do about 2 or 3 miles every morning. What's an extra mile?"

I walked inside and took one of the doughnuts from the box. I know, cops and doughnuts, right? Actually, I don't eat too many of them. I never did, even when I was on the department. I went back outside and sat at the table with Holly.

"You could have taken the truck."

"Yeah, I know. But I wanted to get my run out of the way. I skipped yesterday as it was."

"Anything good in the paper?"

"Nope. I guess my father is already old news. The only thing on him is back on about the third page."

"Well, that's good. At least it's off the front page."

"Yeah. At least until his next dumb move. By the way, what are we doing about my mother?"

"I was actually thinking about that. Does she have a spare set of keys for her car?"

"Yes. I think they're in with the other spare keys."

"Good. We'll go to the airport early. Hopefully she left the parking ticket in the car. We'll get her car and park it somewhere away from the airport. If Sergeant McNally can pull it off, we're going to try to pick her up directly from the plane."

"How do you do that?"

"You know what the jetway is, right? The walkway thing that connects the plane to the terminal?" Holly nodded. "There is a little service stairway that we can escort your mother down and get her out of there before the press even knows she's home."

"But won't we still have to get her through the terminal?"

"Not if we do it right. We should be able to have my truck right at the bottom of the stairs. If we can do that, we'll be gone before the rest of the people get to the baggage claim area."

"What about her luggage?"

"We can either get it later, or have the airline deliver it to the house. If need be, I'll come back down and get it after I get her home." That's when it dawned on me, "I've got it. Carla could pick it up. We'll just pass her your mother's ticket, that will have her claim ticket on it."

"That would be good. We could actually let Carla get my mother's car too."

"Carla would just love to get her hands on your mother's Benz."

"My mother wouldn't mind."

"Okay. You'll have to call her and find out where she parked it and tell her what the game plan is."

"I better do that now, with the time zone difference and all."

"Good idea."

Holly called Teresa and told her what we were planning. Mean time, I called McNally to find out if we could do it. It was affirmative. He arranged for me to have a pass from security so I could get into the service area of the airport. One of their police officers would escort me. It would all be done out of sight of the general public. The airport police liaison already coordinated the use of the jetway service stairway with the airline. "God, I love it when a plan comes together."

At a little after 9, I heard the pitter patter of little feet. Carla was awake. Okay, so her feet don't exactly make a pitter patter sound, you still got what I meant. She came to the door and gave a big stretch and matching yawn. 

"Well, look who finally decided to crawl out from the grave."

Carla flipped me the bird, "Fuck you, Pheury."

"Not exactly a morning person is she?", Holly snickered.

"See how she treats me, after the way I just included her in our fun and games this afternoon?"

Without saying a word, Carla walked over to me and gave me a quick, little good morning kiss. Then she walked back inside, fixed herself a cup of coffee, and returned to the deck and sat down next to Holly. She leaned over and gave Holly a kiss. "Good morning," she mumbled, "you're right, I'm not a morning person."

"Would you like a doughnut? Holly picked them up on her run this morning."

Carla looked around, "Where are they?"

"I'll get them for you." I stood up and went inside to the counter and brought the box back out and sat it down on the table.

Carla pulled one of the chocolate covered rings from the box. "So, what's this fun and games you have planned for me?"

"Well, how does this sound? We go to the airport around 4 and wait for Teresa's flight at 5:30. McNally got us a pass for the service area. One of the airport cops is going to escort us, I guess so I don't try to drag race a 747 or something. As soon as we meet Teresa on the jetway, we'll get her car keys and baggage claim. You just file out with the rest of the passengers, get her luggage, and get her car."

"I should have known I'd be doing all the work, as usual."

"What the hell does that mean? I thought you wanted to get more involved in the operational side of the business?"

"I do. I didn't know carrying the bags was part of it."

"The idea is that, without any of the press folks knowing, we get Mrs. Armacost back home without them knowing she was gone. If we do it right, they will think their information about her coming back by plane was wrong."

"Do we even know if THEY know where she has been or that she is coming back today?"

"No! But that's part of the fun. If they don't, oh well. But if they do, and we pull this off, it will really piss them off."

"Okay, but with my luck, she is the type that took 3 suitcases with her." Carla looked at Holly for a response.

Holly shook her head, "My mother usually travels light. She probably took one suitcase, and I think it is one that has wheels, and probably one carry-on. It's a tapestry suitcase. She said she would tie a bright green ribbon around the handle so we could see it."

"What kind of car and where is it parked?"

I smiled as I told her, "A silver, year old, Mercedes 600 convertible."

"Ooo! That must be the fun part you've been talking about. The 600? Isn't that the one with…"

"That's right, 12 cylinders."

"Oh, boy. I'll carry her bags for that."

"I figured you would."

"Can I put the top down?"

"As long as it isn't raining, snowing, or that you don't go through a car wash."

"Where did you say it's parked?"

I deferred to Holly, "She told me in lot A2 in the long term parking. Right under the light post with that sign on it. She said the ticket is on the console."

"That should be easy enough to find. How much gas does it have?"

"There should be a credit card in the left side of the console. You can use it for paying for the parking and if it needs gas."

"Good. That way I can drive it to Florida for a few days and not worry about gas." Carla laughed.

"I don't think Teresa would like that.", I said with a slight snicker.

"She probably wouldn't mind, as long as she knew what happened.", Holly replied.

"I was just kidding.", Carla said.

The three of us pigged out on the doughnuts. I think I ate 4 of them myself. After all, there were four different types and I thought I should try one of each. I hate making a judgment on which one was best without trying the rest. 

We each took turns in the shower. I let the girls go first while I rinsed off the truck. I vacuumed it out too. After all, I didn't want to pick up a client in a dirty truck.

After I showered and shaved, I slipped into my dark gray suit. Not being too formal, I wore my black high collar T-shirt. We drove up to the Armacost's house to get the extra set of keys for Teresa's car. Just to be on the safe side, I drove past the driveway. I wanted to see if any of the friendly snoops from the press were hanging around to see who shows up at the house. I didn't notice anyone, especially my friends with the white van or car. Somehow, I think they had probably gotten the message by now, but you know how some people can be so stupid.

Holly and Carla went inside to get the key while I kept watch outside. I saw David Schmidt cleaning up around the outside of his house. He looked over and saw me by the truck. He waved as he walked towards me. I walked in his direction as well.

"Hi Mick. What brings you around here?"

"I just ran Holly by to pick up something."

"Oh, that's right, I almost forgot, Teresa comes home today, doesn't she?"

"Yeah. How'd you know?"

"I remember one of the news stations saying something about it yesterday or the day before."

"Oh? Yes. She should be coming back home today. I'm not sure when exactly."

"Well, that will be good. Then the news crews will stop hanging around."

"News crews?"

"Oh, yeah! Even after their attorney asked them not to, there have been a couple of them trying to catch her or Holly."

"They aren't real good with hints, are they?"

"Nope. I hope their attorney, who is that, Schaffer, right? sues the shit out of them."

"I'd like to see that too, but it would never happen. I'd just like to see them give up and leave them alone."

"That won't happen either."

"By the way, how's Stacy?"

"I don't know. I haven't talked to her since the other night."

We talked for a few minutes more and then he went back over to his house. As Carla and Holly came out I heard Carla say, "That is really a nice house. I'd love a house like this."

"Sorry ladies, I can't afford something like this. Mine will have to do for a while." All three of us laughed.

Holly looked at me, "You'd better watch yourself, Mick. Somebody might think you have intentions on making something more permanent."

"Maybe I am." I thought that would get them thinking.  Ha Ha!

I took the girls to lunch. We still had a little time to kill before we wanted to be at the airport. It was only around 3:30 when I got to the airport, so I drove past the long term parking just to see if we could pinpoint where Teresa's car was. Sure enough, there it was, right under the sign.

What we hadn't considered was that Carla had to take a shuttle from the terminal to the parking lot. All of the long term parking is about a mile or so away from the terminal itself. That's no big deal, but I hate missing something.

I drove around the entrances to the terminal building. Guess who was waiting? A white van with a dish on top and a dark blue van marked with one of the other stations identification. So much for them leaving Teresa alone. Funny how familiar the white one was.

I ended up going around the driveway twice, just to make sure I got the feel of what all was going on. Then I went to the security checkpoint for access to the service area. One of the airport police stationed there saw me coming. As I pulled up to the gate, he looked at the tag on my truck. I showed him my identification.

"Sure thing, Mr. Pheury. We were told to expect you. Pull through the gate and pull off to the left. We'll have one of our cars escort you to the gate your party is expected to arrive at." He slid a pass onto my dashboard.

"Thank you very much."

He handed me a clipboard that had a list of people being allowed access. There weren't many, mostly deliveries. "Can you verify your information and sign in the box to the right, please."

I looked over the information, which was correct. I signed it and handed the clipboard back to him. "Thanks again."

The gate opened just enough for me to drive through. I pulled to the left side. A few minutes later, a marked police car pulled up to the gate and was allowed through. It pulled up in front of me and the officer got out. He just about unfolded out of the car. I mean he was huge. Maybe only 6 foot 2 in height, but his shoulders looked like they were 6 foot 2 across. His skin color nearly blended in with his black uniform. His shaved head reflected the bright afternoon sun. He walked back to me.

Carla's mouth fell open as she leaned back towards Holly, "Get a load of this!" From that point, it was obvious Carla and Holly had stripped him of every stitch of clothing.

"You must be Mick Pheury. I'm Sergeant Morris. Please call me John."

I reached out and shook hands with him. His hands were huge too, and strong. "Glad to meet you, John. This is my assistant, Carla, and in the back is Holly, our client's daughter."

John looked over at Carla, nodded, and then back at Holly and nodded to her. Then he looked back at Carla and smiled, his thin mustache curling to the contour of his upper lip. 

"Nice to meet you.", he said.

"Oh, it's very nice to meet you." Carla said with all types of implicative tones.

Sergeant McNally filled me in. Sounds like you have your hands full. Just FYI, there are a couple of news crews hanging around. They can't get out to the gates, but it looks like they're camped out around the main lobby and baggage pick-up area. I don't think they know what flight 'cause they've been here all day."

"That could be good. They are probably getting tired by now. Have they been watching any flights in particular?"

"Yes, well sort of. They seem to think she went to Florida. But, they've really been watching all of the arriving flights. The baggage area is a pretty good spot. It's kind of centrally located and just about all of the passengers from arriving flights can be seen from there."

I looked at Carla. "See, I told you you'll have fun." I noticed her examining John's build.

"How about if we tell them that I'm her?", Carla suggested.

"I'd rather them think she hasn't been anywhere."

"Oh, yeah. That's right. Good idea."

I looked back at John, "Carla is going to get her luggage and then pick up the car."

John kept looking at Carla and smiled that smile only another man would pick up on. "Where is the car parked?"

"Out on the long term parking."

"If you want, I could meet Carla outside the baggage area and drive her over there."

"Well, if it's not a problem, that would be a big help."

"No, no problem at all. Anything to help. After all, once we get rid of them, we can get back to normal around here." John leaned in a little closer and whispered, "Is she the one that strips at that biker bar on the south side of the city?" He motioned towards Holly.

"Holly? Oh, yeah. She's one of those professional dancers."

"I'm a what?!?", Holly yelled as she smacked me in the back of the head. "I am not a professional dancer!"

"Okay, so she's not a professional.", I said as I laughed, grabbing the back of my head to protect it from another blow.

"Amateur?", John asked.

"I'm not a dancer. I wasn't even there."

"The one reporter said they followed you to the bar where you were supposed to strip for a biker's birthday party."

I jumped in before she could hit me again, "Actually, they didn't follow her, they followed me."

"YOU were stripping for a birthday party at a biker bar?". John asked as he laughed.

"Never mind. Isn't it about time to get into place?"

"Yeah, you're probably right. Follow me. I'll pull you up right under the jetway they will be using."

John walked back to his car, "You could leave him some clothes on."

Carla continued to stare at John as he walked away from us. "Mmm mmm mmmmmm! Now that's a man. What do you think, Holly?"

"Yeah, for a black guy, he's cute. And what a bod!"

"Did you see the way he looked at me?", Carla asked.

"How the hell could you tell, with those mirrored sunglasses?", I inquired. Was my jealousy showing again?

"He must have his shirts custom made, did you see how huge his arms are?", Carla commented.

Holly snickered, "How proportional do you think he is?"

Carla gave a big smile as she pondered the thought, "Hmmm, I wonder."

"Steroids don't usually affect that part of the body." I couldn't help it.

"Who said anything about steroids?", Carla asked defensively.

"Okay, neither does weight lifting."

"Yeah, but it makes you wonder what would be possible if it did.  Mmm mmm mmmmm!"

"It doesn't make me wonder. I couldn't care less how big his johnson is."

I was starting to feel ganged up on as Holly said, "That doesn't mean we're not."

"Ladies, and I use that term loosely, we have work to do. Save your fantasies for after we get Teresa home safely."

John led us around the back of the terminal. We were right up against the building so nobody inside could see us. He pulled up right under one of the jetways and motioned for me to stop. I stepped out of my truck as John unfolded out of his car once again and walked back to me. 

"I just checked, your flight is about ten minutes ahead of schedule."

"Very good."

"Unless they are watching the arrival board, they may not know. You might be long gone before they find out. I have an idea, let me check on something." John walked away and towards the building. He came back a minute later with one of the baggage handlers.

"Mick, this is John, another John. He's the baggage supervisor. When they start unloading onto the carts, he's going to help Carla and me look for the bag. He'll tell the guys unloading the plane what we're looking for. That way we can leave from back here. I'll take Carla right over for the car and we'll be done."

Carla looked at me and smiled. I knew what she was thinking.

"That's great. We really appreciate that."

"Ten-four.", John said into his radio. "Her plane just touched down. It will be here in a minute or so."

"Okay."

"We'll have to wait here until they finish docking the jetway, then we can go up to the door."

"Gotcha! I really do appreciate the assist with this, John."

We all got out of the truck and waited. John handed us each a pair of ear plugs. "You might need these. These suckers are really loud."

I opened mine and pushed them into my ears. Even with them in, the noise around us was loud.

"Here she comes.", John said as he pointed at the 767 taxiing towards us.

It only took a minute for the ground crew to get it into position. It was really interesting to see all of the action at ground level. With all of the flying I have done, you never see how choreographed pulling a plane up to a terminal is. The jetway was slid into place and Holly and I went up the stairs. The first few people filed off the plane and then Teresa walked off. Naturally, sitting in first class has its advantage with being able to be one of the first one's off. 

Teresa hugged Holly and then patted me on the shoulder. "Thanks for doing this for me, Mick."

"Don't mention it. We better be going." I took her carry on bag as I held the door open. We walked out of the jetway and down the stairs, trying to draw as little attention from the other passengers as possible. I opened the rear door of my truck and helped Teresa in. 

"Damn, I feel so important.", she said.

"You are.", I said with a smile.

I started the truck up and stood just outside the driver's door watching Carla, John, and the baggage crew watching for Teresa's suitcase. I saw Carla walk over to one of the handlers. She held up the bag. 

"That's it," Teresa said, "that's my bag."

I yelled over to Carla that she had the bag. Holly walked over and took the bag from Carla and brought it back to the truck. Holly said something to Carla and they both laughed.  




Mick the Dick Ch. 31



I opened the tailgate and we slid the suitcase and Teresa's carry on into the back of the truck. What was that all about?"

"What?", Holly asked.

"All of that hee hee."

"Oh, I just asked if Carla wanted me to pick up the car instead of her?

"That wouldn't be a good idea. The press guys know what you look like."

"I meant to go for a ride with Sergeant Morris."

"Oh, never mind."

Holly climbed in the back seat next to her mother. Carla wiggled her eyebrows and waved to me as she got into the police car. John gave me a thumbs-up as he got in. I returned it letting him know we were set.

I followed him around to the exit point at the far end of the terminal from where we entered. As we got to the gate, John flashed one of those cards at the reader and the gate opened. I followed him through the gate. As we left the airport, John pulled off towards the long term parking lots. I continued on the main access road and towards town. 

I kept a close eye behind us, making sure nobody got wise to us. We were well on our way up the freeway when Carla called me on the cell phone. She was just letting me know she was on her way. It was a lovely day, so I'm sure part of the time was figuring out how to put the top down.

Just about half way to the city, I saw a silver Benz convertible gaining on us rapidly from behind. As it pulled up alongside us, Carla waved. Actually, the car looked good on her. She looked over at me and mouthed, "I love it," as she pointed to the car. I just shook my head and laughed. Actually, I was kind of surprised she caught up to us that fast, I thought she would have talked to John a little while.

"I don't think Carla is going to give your car back.", I said to Teresa who was now watching out the window.

"That's okay. I'll just buy a new one.", Teresa said as she laughed. "She looks good in it."

Carla slowed down and pulled behind me. Being Saturday, the traffic on the freeway was lighter than it is during the week. I stayed on it through the city. We made good time to the Armacost's house. I pulled into the street, but Carla went straight. Was she onto something, or just playing it safe?

I drove past the driveway, as usual, just to check out the rest of the street. It was clear. I called Carla on her phone, "Where'd you go?"

"I figured you would want to check things out first."

"I did. I just wanted to make sure you didn't see something I didn't."

"That would never happen."

"You're probably right."

Carla was coming up the road as I got back to the Armacost's driveway. I pulled up to the front door. Carla pulled up to the garage, opened the door with the remote, and pulled the car inside. The door was closing as she walked back outside. I grabbed the bags from the back of the truck and carried them to the front door. 

"Won't you come in for a while, Mick?", Teresa asked.

"No. I think you and Holly should spend a little time alone. She has a lot to fill you in about. If you need anything, call me."

"Mick, thank you so much. You're a good friend." Teresa gave me a hug and kiss. "I really appreciate what you did today. I really didn't want to deal with the press."

"I can understand."

"Carla, thank you too. Any time you want to borrow the car, just let me know."

"How about for the next 10 years.", Carla laughed. "I'm just kidding. It really is a nice riding car though."

"It is. I love it, but it can get away from you a little. You look good in it."

"Thanks.", Carla replied. "Your friends must have had the car pegged. They started over to me when I got in it, but they walked away before they even got to me. I didn't see any of them try to follow me."

"Good girl, Carla." I looked at Teresa, "Look, Teresa, if any of the news people show up, do like your attorney said, don't say anything to them, call the police, call me, and then call him."

"Okay, Mick. Thanks again."

Holly walked over to me, wrapped her arms around me and gave me a kiss. "Thanks Mick. I'll call you tomorrow, just to let you know how things are."

"Okay."

Then she walked over to Carla and gave her a hug. "Thanks Carla. I'll talk to you later. I want to know." She winked at Carla.

"Yeah. You know where I'll be if you need me."

"That I do."

Carla and I got in my truck, waited for Holly and Teresa to get inside and then I left. 

"Did you want me to take you home or did you want to go to my place?"

"Hmmm, let me think about this."

"Well don't make it sound like I'm forcing you or anything." I looked at her as she started to giggle.



Mick the Dick Ch. 32



The rest of Saturday was pretty uneventful, that was except for dinner. We went to this nice little Italian restaurant not too far from my house. We were just talking about how well things went during the day when Carla mentioned how cute she thought John was. It was like, from out of the blue. I didn't think much of it, just kind of ignoring it, until she mentioned it again.

"Well, what? Do you want to ball him or something?"

"No! I didn't say that. I was just saying he was cute. I've never seen a body like that."

"So? You said it once. I heard you. Why did you have to say it again?"

"I didn't mean anything by it."

"Did you get his phone number?"

"No! Well... yes, he gave me one of his business cards."

"So, are you going to call him?"

"Well, the way you're acting, I might."

"Well go ahead. There's no strings attached. Remember?"

"And if I did, you'd get pissed off and probably fire me, right?"

"I wouldn't fire you. Carla, I told you just to let me know when there's someone else. That's all. But don't tell me how much you love me and how I'm the only guy for you, but then flirt with other guys and tell me all about it just trying to get me jealous. Because, you know why? It will work, I'll get jealous."

"But Mick, you ARE the only guy for me. I thought you like me flirting with guys. I thought you like showing me off."

"I do. But I like you flirting with guys when I'm around. I wasn't there when you were flirting with him today."

"I didn't flirt with him. All I said was that he was cute. He's a nice guy. He really helped us out today."

"Did he ask if you were seeing anyone?"

"No! But I told him anyway. I told him I was seeing you."

"Was that before or after he gave you his card?"

"After. As soon as I told him about you, he backed off."

Why was I getting so frigging jealous? I knew why, but I didn't want to admit it. "I'm sorry Carla, but do you blame me?"

"Blame you for what?"

"Being jealous every time some guy looks at you. Any time some guy talks to you."

"It sounds like you're..."

"What? In love? Say it."

"Are you?"

"Suppose I am. What does it mean for us?"

"Mick, I'll never force you to say it. When you decide to say it, I'll be here." Carla went into a pocket and pulled out John's business card. She slid it across the table to me. "Here, I don't want this anyway."

I took the card and put it on the side. "I don't mean to get so jealous. But aren't you glad I do?"

"Yes. I am glad you do. Just don't let it get in the way. You have no reason to get jealous."

The rest of the dinner was fine. It was a beautifully clear night. The stars were bright. One of the things I really like being outside the city, the lights from downtown don't obscure the stars. When we got back to my house, I fixed a couple of drinks and we sat out on the deck and talked about all kinds of things, but mainly us.

"Mick, last night, when I told you about that bachelorette party that I went to last year, did it piss you off or anything?", Carla asked.

"Piss me off? No. Why would you think you pissed me off?"

"Well, just for being so slutty. I mean, I really was bombed. When I started to sober up, I couldn't believe I actually did what I remembered."

"So, why did you tell me about it?"

"Just to brag a little, get it out in the open. After all, you seemed to like me telling you all about it."

"To tell you the truth, I did. I just never though you'd be into anything like that."

"I wouldn't say I'd ever do it again, but it was... exciting. It actually was fun. But like I said, I'll probably never do it again. That was before I knew I had a chance with you."

"Why didn't you ever tell me about it? Like last year, right after you did it."

"Even though you and I have been close, I never felt close enough to tell you about it. What was I supposed to do when I got back that Monday, "Hey boss, I banged a dozen high school grads Friday night!" I don't think so!"

"I guess you're right."

We sat on the deck and had a couple more drinks and went to bed. When Carla undressed and climbed into bed next to me, she leaned over to kiss me good night. After she did, I looked her straight in the eyes, "Carla..." There was a pause.

"What?"

I was so close to telling her and chickened out. "Thanks."

"Thanks for what?"

"Just, thanks. Thanks for being around. Thanks for helping out today. Just thanks."

She kissed me again, "Don't mention it."

I think she knew what I almost said to her. She had that look in her eyes, but still managed a smile.

Sunday was such a gorgeous day that we went for a ride on my bike. We had breakfast at a little diner, lunch at a burger joint, and were still back home in time to throw a couple steaks and some shrimp on the grill before the sun went down, even though the sun being down never stopped me from cooking outside.

I hadn't heard from Holly all day. She did say she would call just to let me know how things were. I guess no news is good news. I was keeping an eye on the steaks when my cell phone started ringing. When I checked the number I saw it was Holly.

"I was wondering if you were going to call or not."

"I wasn't going to, but after I told you I would, I thought I probably should."

"So, how's your mom doing?"

"Actually Mick, she's doing great. She seems to be handling everything very well."

"Any comments about your father?"

"Oh yeah! Plenty of comments about him."

"Did she give you any indication about what she has planned?"

"No. Actually, she hasn't said anything about revenge at all. She did talk to the attorney this morning. I didn't hear a whole lot of what was said, she went into my father's study and closed the door."

"Well, at least she seems to be keeping him up on everything."

"It seems that way. I guess that's good."

"Yeah. I don't think he'd let her do anything stupid."

"I certainly hope not. All she did say was that may father was going to "blow his mind" when all of this came together."

"Well, at least she has a very positive outlook. No sign of depression?"

"No. None at all. We went out to dinner last night. We even had a couple of drinks at this little bar up the road. It was a nice night."

"No signs of our friends, huh?"

"Nope. Not a sign. I've been keeping an eye out too."

"Good girl. What are you doing about getting to school tomorrow?"

"My mother was going to swing by Murphy's on the way to your office in the morning and let me pick up my car. That way I'd have it. I had thought about just using my father's Beemer, but I'd rather not have anything to do with any of his stuff, even though I'd love to drive that old Triumph of his."

"Yeah, I bet you would. Wait a minute, isn't the Vette his too?"

"NO! The Vette is mine. I know, I know! It's in his name, but it's mine. Do you know something Mick, he's never driven it."

"Well it sounds to me like it's yours. By the way, did you say your mother was stopping by to see me?"

"That's what she said."

"Okay. I wasn't expecting her, but..."

"How's Carla?"

"She's fine. Why?"

"Well, I meant, has she said anything about me? I mean... about the other night. You know... what we did?"

"No, actually she hasn't even brought it up."

"Oh. I guess that's good."

"How are you about it?"

"I'm okay. I guess. You know Mick, this is all new to me too. I mean... with another woman and all."

"I know. As long as you're not having any kind of emotional problems or anything over it."

"No, no. Not at all. I guess I'm just getting used to it. How are you with it? I mean... how do you like having two lovers that happen to like having sex with each other?"

"I guess you could say I'm getting used to it too."

Carla walked out on the deck and motioned to the phone with a "who's that" look.

"It's Holly. Here." I handed Carla my phone, "I have to check the food."

Carla took the phone and talked to Holly for a while letting me tend to the steaks. 

"Did you want her for anything else?", Carla asked me.

"No. Tell her I'll talk to her tomorrow."

"He said he'll talk to you tomorrow." "Okay. Talk to you then." "Bye."

Carla handed me the phone.

I clipped it back on my belt. "Everything okay?"

"Oh, yeah. She really is a nice girl, Mick. I really like her. I'm glad we've become friends."

"That's good. I'm glad too."

I took the steaks and shrimp from the grill and carried them inside. Carla had everything set up. It was an excellent meal. 

After dinner, I drove Carla back to her apartment. She wanted to check on things there and do some laundry so she had some things to wear this coming week.

The next morning, I arrived at the office a little early, expecting to beat Carla. Forget that idea, she was in already, had the coffee on and even had a couple of blueberry muffins waiting for us.

"Don't you have a life?", I asked sarcastically.

"Nope. All I have is my job."

"Smart answer. Dedication, I like that in an employee."

"So, does that mean I get a raise?"

"With all of that dedication, I'm surprised you take any money at all."

"I'm dedicated, not foolish."

"Your anniversary is coming up, isn't it? We will have to do one of those salary reviews."

"Oh boy. I think success is getting to you."

I know what you're thinking, "cheap bastard". Well to be honest, I was already planning on giving her a raise, even if it is in the form of a bonus. After all, she has been helping out with the more operational side of the firm, right?

Around 11:00, Teresa Armacost walked into the office. I got up and walked to the door to greet her.

"Hello Carla. How are you?"

"I'm fine Mrs. Armacost. How Are you doing?"

"Please, it's Teresa. I'm doing fine. This divorced life is going to be good."

I interjected, "Divorced? That's a little premature to be using the "D" word isn't it? Hello, Teresa."

"Hi Mick." She walked over and gave me a quick hug and kiss. "It will only be a matter of time before I can say I'm divorced."

"It should take about a year, right?"

"That's right. One quick year."

"So, no chance of reconciliation, huh?"

"Not a chance."

"Holly told me what good care the two of you have been taking of her while I've been gone. I really appreciate that." She handed me an envelope.

"What's this?" I opened it and it was a check. "What's this for? You already settled with me."

"No I haven't. Not for watching out for Holly and all last week and picking me up from the airport and all. You've been a terrific help through all of this."

"But I didn't do that for the money, Teresa. I don't want anything for doing that. That's what friends are for."

"No, Mick. You spent a lot of time on this case last week. I want you to take this. I won't accept no for an answer. You of all people know what a bitch I can be when I get pissed off."

"Okay, okay! Don't get pissed off at me. I don't want that. Wow, you can drive a hard bargain."

"Yes I can."

"Well I appreciate it. Thank you." I looked at the check, it was made out for $5,000. "Teresa, that's way too much money."

"It is? Okay, so you can take me to lunch. We'll consider that an expense."

"I can do that." I looked at Carla. "But even so, that's too much."

Carla smiled, "I have too much work to get caught up on."

"Well then, he'll just have to take you out to dinner on me. Make it a good enough dinner and we'll call it fair."

"He can do that too."

The three of us laughed. I put on my leather jacket and waited for Teresa and Carla to stop their gabbing.

Teresa looked at me, "Are you ready?"

"All set. Shall we?"

"Let's go."

Teresa handed me the keys to her Benz. "Here, you drive."

"Your car?"

"Holly told me what fun it is to ride with you. I want to see."

"Well, let's hope we don't need to find out."

"I was kind of hoping we could. I could use a little excitement."

"Not that kind, Teresa. We had enough of that last week. Where am I treating you to lunch?"

"How about Murphy's?"

"Murphy's it is." Like it really took some persuading to get me to go to Murphy's.

Her car was something special. The 12 cylinders just made the car feel like it was electric. The more I pushed on the accelerator, the faster we went. But there was a whole lot more power than anyone could use on American highways. Even so, it was a pleasure to drive. The handling is superb. 

We arrived at Murphy's just before the lunch crowd. Sylvia gave me the traditional hug and kiss and then showed us to a table in the back corner. As we walked through the door it dawned on me, "By the way, Teresa, did Holly mention anything to you about Murphy's and the old wharf behind here?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact she did. When we picked up her car this morning, she asked me to remind her about it this evening. What's the story?"

"Well, I understand Benjamin or you or the company owns the old wharf. Murphy has tried to buy it for years, for nothing more than to tear it down so everybody around here can see the waterfront."

"I see. And you want to see if I can persuade him into selling it to Mr. Murphy, right?"

"Well..."

"We may not need to ask Benjamin."

"Huh? How's that?"

"Our property holding company pretty much lets either of us approve the sale of property, as long as the majority of the board agrees. I don't see where that would pose a problem, especially right now."

"Really?"

"Why don't you ask Mr. Murphy over. Let me see what he would like to do."

"Okay. Great!"

"One thing..."

"Sure, what's that?"

"Is Murphy really that good of a friend of yours?"

"Well, yes he is."

"And you think we can trust him, right?"

"Definitely."

"Okay. Call him over."

I stood up, smiling ear to ear as I walked over to the bar. "Murph!"

Murph walked over to me. "Mick. How goes it?"

"It goes fine. Got a minute?"

"Well, I'm kind of busy, getting my beer order ready."

"Okay, never mind. I thought I might be able to get that old wharf behind you for you, but if you're too busy..."

"What? Wait a minute." Murph jogged around the bar and was in front of me in no time flat. "How?"

"I want to introduce you to someone." I led the way to the table. "Murph, this is Mrs. Teresa Armacost. Teresa, this is Murph, the proprietor of this fine establishment."

Murph looked at me, and then with a slight nervous stutter, "I'm very glad to meet you Mrs. Armacost."

Teresa smiled, "The pleasure is all mine. Please call me Teresa. Have a seat."

"Very well, Teresa." Murph sat down.

"Mick tells me you may be interested in the purchase of some property I own."

"Ahh, yes ma'am, I might be. The old wharf behind us here. It is an old dilapidated..."

"Yes," Teresa interrupted, "I know what piece of property to which you refer. If you happened to acquire that property, what would you like to do with it?"

Murph stood up. "Let me get you the plans." Murph took off towards his office.

Teresa snickered. "It sounds like he has thought this whole thing out."

"I'm sure he has. He's trying to preserve as much of the old waterfront as he can. Over the years, his family has purchased most of this block. Now they are trying to get the next one. If they could get rid of the old wharf, add some parking, maybe turn it into a park..."

"That would be great. I'd hate to see this area disappear. Years ago, Benjamin wanted to buy up everything around here, level it, and put up a couple of towers with shops, offices, and apartments. As it turned out, the ground wouldn't support a high rise. He was holding onto it waiting for one of those developers that do all of those waterfront shopping malls to pay him enough for it. Actually, I think he may have forgotten all about the old wharf."

"How much is it worth? Do you have any idea?"

"Oh, appraised value? Not much. Around $450,000, I think. I think Benjamin wanted to get around five and a half for it."

"Five and a half? That's not bad."

"Five and a half... million."

"Oh! Million. I thought you meant $550,000."

"The cheap bastard only paid about two hundred and fifty for it. That was when he figured he could buy up everything around here cheap. I guess Murph and his family helped out there."

"It sounds like it."

"How much would you sell it for?"

"Mick, I'm not in the real estate business, you know that. I'll see what I can do. I'm more interested in seeing this area preserved."

"Murph really has some neat ideas. He wants to either tear out the second floor and make this all one big room, or move the restaurant to the second floor and turn the first floor into one big bar room. He wants to put a big deck out back for the good weather. The only thing that has stopped him was the wharf. Who wants to sit on a deck having a nice meal and stare at that monstrosity?"

"Do you know something, Mick? I have really gotten to like this place. I like to see him move the restaurant upstairs, put some big windows looking out over the water."

"I think you've got it."

Murph came back with the plans he and his brother had drawn up. They were pretty impressive. He explained all of the ideas and how he wanted to turn part of the wharf into parking, some into a park, and add a couple of piers so boaters could stop by for food. I could tell Teresa liked what she saw and heard. 

We had been at Murph's for over an hour and hadn't even ordered lunch. Sylvia stopped by every few minutes to see what was being said. We finally told her to bring us each one of Murph's club sandwiches. 

"So Murph, what would you be willing to pay for that wharf?"

"I don't have any idea what it is worth. I know your husband only paid about a quarter of a million for it. But I don't know what it's worth now."

I laughed, "Tell him what Benjamin wanted to get for it."

"Oh! He wanted five and a half for it. But that was from a developer."

"Five hundred and fifty thousand? I might be able to pay that for it.", Murph jumped at the opportunity.

I laughed even harder, "Not five hundred and fifty THOUSAND, five and a half MILLION."

Murph choked, "Five and a half MILLION? Ahhh, that's a different story."

"I thought you'd say that." I laughed some more.

Teresa was humored, "But like I said, that was what he wanted from a developer. Frankly, under the circumstances, I think he'd rather unload it. I think he's going to be unloading a lot of stuff in the next few months."

Murph picked up the tab for lunch and told me to call him or stop by after work. 



Mick the Dick Ch. 33



After lunch, Teresa Armacost dropped me off at the office. She kissed me good-bye and told me she'd be in touch.

I walked into the office and noticed the time. Carla was unaffected that it was almost 2 o'clock.

"Hi schweetheart. Did you have lunch?"

"Yes. I had a granola bar. Thank you very much."

"Want me to run down to the deli and get you something?"

"Are we going to Murphy's after work?"

"Probably."

"I'll just wait until then. Where'd you go for lunch?"

"Murphy's."

"You took her to Murphy's?"

"It was her choice. And a good choice it was. I introduced Murph to Teresa."

"Did he ask her about the wharf?"

"Yup!"

"What did she say?"

"She said she was going to check to see what she'd have to do to sell it to him."

"That would be nice. Any idea how much?"

"Five and a half." I wanted to see if I could catch Carla like we did Murph.

"Million or hundred K?"

She's smarter than I sometimes give her credit. "Million."

"Murph can't afford that, can he?"

"Not the million, but Teresa said that was what Benny wanted to sell it to a developer for. She said it is actually only worth between a quarter and a half million. THAT Murph said he can afford."

"Must be nice."

"Yeah. My wallet was hurting just listening to them talk figures."

"Oh yeah. This package came for you. They almost didn't let me sign for it. It says that only you can sign for it."

It was one of those padded manila envelopes. It was specifically addressed to me. That's not too out of the ordinary. Some of my clients get a little sensitive about who knows what about them. It felt like a video tape inside the padding. There was no indication as to who sent this package, so I was a little cautious opening it.

When I looked inside the envelope, it was a video tape. There weren't any labels saying what it was, just a little card taped to it. I shrugged my shoulders figuring it to be a sales promotion tape, stuck it back in the envelope and took it into my office. I checked my emails, nothing pressing. I took the tape out of the envelope again and looked inside the envelope for a letter or receipt, anything to identify what it was. There wasn't anything else in the envelope, just the tape and the little card. I opened the card and read the typed message, 

"M", Your copy. Please do not let this fall into the wrong hands. "H" does not know about this. I wanted you to see how I plan to get even. T.A."

At first it didn't dawn on me who T.A. was. "Oh, oh!" I didn't like the sound of this. I walked over to my television, which has a DVD and VCR built in. I turned the TV on and slid the tape in. It looked like a movie, but it didn't have any credits or previews, it just went right into the movie. 

There was a woman sitting in front of a mirror getting made up. I couldn't tell who the woman was. The make-up artist was finishing up and made some type of comment like, "I think that should do it."

The woman turned around on the stool, "Holy shit!" It was Teresa Armacost. She looked at the camera and begun...

"Hi there. Last week I caught my husband fucking our next door neighbor. I waited for the separation papers to be signed before I decided to celebrate. I wanted to get even with him and couldn't think of a way. Then a friend of mine suggested I contact this group in California who specialize in just what I needed to get even. My husband always wanted to watch me have sex with another man, but I never let him have that pleasure. Well honey, I've decided to grant you your wish, now that we are no longer together. Ha ha! This is for you."

"Oh, No! I hope she isn't going to do what I think she is going to do." Yeah, I know, I wasn't making a whole lot of sense to myself either. I turned down the volume a little to keep Carla from hearing. Carla was busy answering emails and wasn't paying a whole lot of attention to what I was doing.

The video cut to a new scene, a fancy living room in what appeared to be a mansion. Teresa and a man who looked remarkably like Benjamin, maybe even a little older, were sitting on the brown leather sofa. She was dressed in a fancy, bright red, short dinner dress, and red platform heels. The dress was low-cut in the front and was laced up in the back. She looked like 10 million bucks. And why shouldn't she. She is worth at least that much. There was a chime type door bell and she stood up from the sofa. 

"Now who could that be?", the man asked.

"I don't know. I'll get it.", Teresa said with a slight smirk on her face.

Outside the front door were three black guys. Teresa opened the door, "Hi fellas. Come on in." Right from the start I knew this wasn't a "home video", this was a real production.

The three guys walked into the living room. "What the hell is this? Who are they?", the Benjamin look-alike asked. Let's call him Benji.

"These are friends of mine. I invited them over for a little fun."

Two of the black guys lifted Benji up by his arms. They duck taped his hands behind his back and taped his ankles together. Then they carried him over to a chair in the corner of the room and taped him to it. The finishing touch was putting a piece of tape across his mouth.

Teresa walked over to him, "Now you sit there and be a good little boy. If you behave, we'll let you watch. If you're a bad boy, we'll have to lock you in a closet."

Two of the three black guys sat down on the brown leather sofa. Teresa sat down on the sofa between them. They took turns asking introduction related questions.

"We usually do this for women whose husbands want to watch us do it to their wives. It's not too often we have to tie one up to make him watch." 

"That's why I'm doing this. I've spent over 25 years with that little son-of-a-bitch. Last week, while we were having a party at our house, all of our friends and I caught him fucking our next door neighbor."

"That sounds pretty fucked up."

"It was. It totally mortified me. Then it came out that he has been a womanizer most of our marriage."

"So why this?"

"Well, now that we're separated, legally, papers and all, I decided to do one last thing for him. He always wanted to see me with a black guy. So..."

"Well, we are more than happy to help you out. You do know what we are going to do to you, right?"

"Yes. I think so." She laughed nervously, "I hope so!"

"We are going to fuck you, let you suck us off, and, if we have time, and you let us, at least one of us is going to fuck you in the ass."

"We'll have to see about that last one.", she replied nervously.

"Well, we'll see. Anyway, we are going to fill you up with so much cum... Are you ready for that?"

"I'm ready."

They made a few comments about her getting even with her husband and then asked her to stand up. She stood up, walked to the center of the room and lifted her dress up as she twirled around. Under it, she was wearing a red lace garter and black stockings, no panties. Her pussy was neatly trimmed, but not shaven. She danced around the room flirting with the three black guys. The one stood up and walked over to her. He untied the back of the dress. Almost immediately her boobs fell out of the front. Obviously, the black guys in the movie were not the only ones to suffer from I.H.S., instant hard-on syndrome, as mine was poking against the front of my pants. 

The guy that undid Teresa's dress helped her slip out of it, kissing and sucking on the nipples of her breasts as he slid it down to the floor. Teresa stepped out of it. She looked spectacular. The few times I had seen Teresa I wondered what she looked like naked. I was now given the opportunity. "Thanks!"

The other two guys were now standing and slipping out of their clothes. Teresa knelt down in front of the one who had helped her off with her dress. She unfastened his belt and pants and pulled out his cock. It looked huge. The expression on her face said it all. "Oh my gawd that's a big penis. I'm sorry, that is a COCK, if ever I've seen one." She stroked it a few times, looked at the camera and made a comment about it being her first black cock. "Look at this dear, this is three or four times what you ever had to give me." As it started to get hard, she slid it in her mouth. Still stroking it, Teresa began to slide as much of it in her mouth as she could, barely getting the head in her mouth completely. As she blew this first guy, the other two walked towards her. The one laid down on the floor and slid his head under her. He licked her pussy as the third guy stood alongside her with his dick aimed at her face.

Teresa stopped sucking on the one dick and started on the new one. She alternated between the two while the second guy continued to eat her pussy. The camera zoomed in on his tongue sliding up and down, and in and out of her pussy. She had one orgasm, almost swallowing the third guy's cock. The guy under her continued to lick her into another orgasm. By this time, her jaws or lips or whatever had loosed up enough that she was actually getting about 3 or 4 inches of the big cock in her mouth. I couldn't believe she was getting that much in. The third guy, the one she almost swallowed, had an average sized cock. She was getting almost all of it down her throat.

The guy who had eaten her slid out from under her, took her by the hand, helping her to stand up, and walked her over to the sofa.

"Are you ready to get your first fucking by a black dick?"

"Oh, yeah! I'm ready." She glanced over her shoulder at Benji. "Honey, are you ready to watch me get fucked by a big black dick?"

The camera panned over to Benji who was mumbling something under the tape.

"He's ready."

The one black guy sat down and pulled Teresa gently on top of him. She straddled his legs as she slowly lowered herself down onto his lap, guiding his cock towards the opening of her pussy. The camera angle was great as it showed the head of his cock force its way between her pussy lips. Soon his cock disappeared inside Teresa. She started to raise and lower herself onto his slightly larger than average cock.

"Oh, yes. Fuck me with that big black cock."

I wasn't approving of what she was doing, not because they were black guys or anything like that. I just thought this was a bad idea on getting back at Benjamin. But just the same I was pretty turned on watching Teresa getting fucked. Let's face it, one look at Teresa and you knew she was a class act. Seeing her play a slut, a very classy slut, was really exciting. I was really getting into watching the video. So much so, I hadn't realized Carla had walked in the room.

The guy with the huge dick walked around behind the sofa to where Teresa could continue sucking him off. The third guy stood next to her with one leg up on the sofa. She was able to reach his cock with her hand and stroked it. That guy played with one of her tits while he slowly slid his one finger into her asshole. Teresa flinched as his finger slid in up to his third knuckle.

Teresa was letting out all kinds of "ooo's" and "ahh's" and mumbling all kinds of dirty comments. Just hearing her talk dirty was enough.

"Ooo, yes.", she said as she took a breath, "Fuck me. Ooo! Finger fuck my asshole."

Teresa bucked like a wild horse as she bounced up and down on the black cock she was fucking. Like I said before, this was a professional job. The camera angles, zooms, and audio were all very well done. 

"Getting porn delivered to the office now?", Carla completely derailed my train of thought.

I immediately hit the stop button. Naturally, in panic mode, I hit three other buttons on the controller before actually hitting the stop button. "Ahh! Yeah! Ahh! Well, sort of."

"You didn't have to turn it off, it looked like a good one, but couldn't you wait to get it home?" Carla said with a laugh.

"Well, Ms'zzz Smarty-pants, this actually is business." I hit the play button, "Tell me who the star is."

"Damn! She looks like Teresa Armacost."

"That's because it is Teresa Armacost."

"No! Is it really?" Carla watched the video. "Holy shit! It is her."

I handed her the note that came with it. "Read this." She read it. 

"What the hell does that mean?"

"I guess she figures that Benny will go totally berserk when he sees this. I guess that's her revenge."

"My god, Mick. Isn't this a little... over the top?"

I laughed, "Just a little. You know what they say about a "woman scorned"."

"Scorned? She must be totally pissed off. Why so cryptic with only initials?"

"I guess in case the wrong person got hold of it."

"I guess, Holly isn't supposed to know."

"Would you want your daughter to know you turned into a slut?"

"No, I guess not."

I turned off the tape. I had the gist of what was happening. I took it from the player and slid it back into the envelope.

"Why would she send a copy of it to you?"

"I don't know. Protection?"

"Protection from what?"

"If Benjamin went off the deep end and did something stupid, I'd know why and could go to the police."

"Do you think she's going to let him see it?"

"I think that's the idea. I can't imagine her doing all of this and not show him."

"That's what I was afraid you'd say."

It was getting near time to start packing up, but there was one more thing I had to do. I picked up the phone and dialed Teresa's home phone. There was no answer, so I tried her cell phone.

"Hi Mick!"

"Can we talk?"

"Sure. I take it you got the package?"

"Yes. What the hell does it mean."

"Mick, I know what you're thinking. Let me explain first. Then you can chew me out."

"Go ahead, I'm listening." Carla came to the door to listen in. I flipped on the speakerphone.

"I told you I was going to get even with him. When he sees this he will go totally bonkers."

"Yeah, but Teresa, he may go off the deep end completely. Suppose he comes after you for doing it?"

"I don't think he'd be that stupid."

"Why the hell did you do this? I mean, why a group of black guys? Why a video?"

"Mick, for over 25 years I was faithful to Benjamin. I was loyal to him in our marriage and any business relations we had, whether I thought he was right or not. I knew he had a few indiscretions during our marriage, but I figured most men in his position did. I never thought he didn't love me. He repaid me by fucking our neighbor, not once, not twice, but multiple times. This was the only thing I knew that he wanted me to do, sexually, that I wouldn't do. He had often tried to get me to participate in a gang bang where he could watch. Over the last few years he became almost obsessed with watching me have sex with a black guy. It was something I couldn't do, not because of race, but I just couldn't be unfaithful to him. Now he can watch me get gang banged by a group of black guys the same way anybody else could, on video."

"Why did he want to see you with a black guy?"

"I don't know. He's been getting into some weird stuff over the last few years, stuff I could never do. Maybe he going through a mid-life crisis or male menopause or something. I don't know."

"How do you plan on getting it to him?"

"It should be simple enough. I mailed it to him anonymously. Let's face it, when he gets the tape, he's going to put it in and play it."

"So, you're going to mail it to his apartment, right?"

"Of course, I wouldn't mail it to his office. I want to embarrass him, not myself."

"Aren't you afraid that he's going to show someone?"

"Not really. If he does, they'll hear my comments about him wanting me to do that. It puts him in a bad light anyway. I think he is going to see the video and go crazy. I heard his lawyers are getting him some... how do they put it? Treatment? This could put him over the edge."

"I just hope you don't push him so far over that he comes after you."

"I don't think he will. I just think he will just fade away. If he ends up in a hospital for a while, good. He could use that anyway. By the way, how much of the movie did you watch?"

"Just about the first 10 minutes."

"What did you think?"

"Of the content or the actors?"

"Both. You didn't like it, did you?"

"Actually, I am impressed with the quality. How the hell did you arrange that?"

"It was harder than you think. I had seen some of the porn this one studio produces. I contacted their C.E.O. and told him what I had in mind. It wasn't cheap, but it was worth it. I had to get tested and everything. That was the most embarrassing part. Here, I've been monogamous for at least 25 years and I still had to prove I don't have anything."

"Well, they do have to play it safe."

"Yeah, I know. I met all of the actors and the crew while we waited for the approval. The house is one of the producer's. He's an old porn star himself."

"Are they going to mass produce it or what?"

"No, no, nothing like that. The rough script I wrote, on the plane on the way out there, they got to keep. They are going to remake the movie with a real actress."

"From what I saw, you didn't do too bad yourself. It was pretty hot."

"Yeah, do you really think so? They are going to use the story and the plot, like porn has any plots these days, and make a full length adult film out of it. They thought it was a good story."

"And how much are they paying you for that?"

"Nothing. That was part of the deal. I use the house and 4 of their actors. They supply me with the crew. We take one day to film the video you have, and they get the idea and the script. They kept a copy of the original just to use as a model. Actually, they asked if I consider letting them release it. They thought I did a pretty good job too, but I told them no."

"Do you trust them not to put it on the web or anything?"

"Sure. If they think I'm crazy enough to do this, how crazy do they think I'd be if they crossed me? I used a contract drawn up by an attorney out there that deals with this kind of stuff just to make sure. They actually suggested I do that. They were very much on the up and up."

"Good point, about being crazy that is."

"Mick, Holly can't find out about this, okay? I would rather die than for her to know what I did."

"I'd never tell her about this, Teresa. That should be between the two of you. If she finds out, it will be from someone else. But you may want to figure out a way of telling her, just suppose she finds out. Suppose Benjamin tells her just to get back at you."

"I doubt if he would but that is a good point. I'll consider doing that. If you think of a way I could break it to her, let me know. And, Mick. Does Carla know about this?"

I looked at Carla and motioned for her to keep quiet. "No, she hasn't seen it."

"Okay, because I know how friendly her and Holly have gotten."

"That they have. I'll keep it quiet on this end."

"And, Mick? Thanks for everything."



Mick the Dick Ch. 34



Carla wanted to finish up a few things in the office before going to Murphy's. I decided to go so we could get our seats before the happy hour rush.

Sylvia greeted me at the door in her usual fashion.

"Hiya Pheury! Murph! Look who's here."

When Murph saw me, you'd have thought we were long lost brothers. He came out from behind the bar, something he usually does not do just to greet someone. He gave me a big bear hug.

"Mick, buddy. How are you?"

"Murph. Good to see you. Uh, why the, ahh, why the attention."

"I just had a phone call a few minutes ago."

"From?"

"Your friend."

"My friend? I don't have any friends."

"The friend you introduced me to."

"I introduce you to all of my friends at one point or another. You know Murph, this could be a long game if we keep up this way." I knew who he was talking about, I just wanted him to tell me.

"Mrs. Armacost."

"That's nice. How is she? I haven't seen her in, ohhh, about 4 hours."

"She's doing fine, fine."

"Good. Can I have my seat?"

"You can have any seat in the house, 'ol buddy." Murph headed back behind the bar to retrieve my favorite bar stool.

I looked at Sylvia, "What the hell is he smoking?"

"I don't know. He had a phone call, took it in the office, and about five minutes later he came out yelling, cheering, he even did a jig. He started singing some kind of Irish folk song about you being his best friend in the world." Sylvia shrugged her shoulders.

Murph came back around with the stool and carried it all the way down to my favorite corner at the far end of the bar. Then he came back to where Sylvia and I were standing, watching in amazement.

"He always curses you every time you come in here because he has to pass that stool over the bar to you."

"I know."

"Mick, my buddy, will your gorgeous secretary be joining us for happy hour?"

"Yeah, in a little while. How long do I have to wait before you decide to tell me what's up?"

"Well, you know that little piece of property behind me? I may be the owner of it in about a month or so."

"Really?"

"That's what she said. She is having the paperwork drawn up for my lawyers to look at."

"That's great. Can I ask how much?"

"A lot cheaper that we talked about. It turns out, SHE has the controlling interest on that piece of property. She is letting me have it for the assessed value, $275 thousand."

"You're kidding me? Damn! I'd have bought it for that and sold it to you for the 450 we talked about."

"Yeah, well hold onto your hat, PARTNER."

"Partner?"

"Yes, PARTNER. She wants me to name you as a partner in some way shape or form. WE have to decide on how."

"Murph, I don't want to be your partner. Nothing personal. I just... well... I like what I do. I don't want to get into a bar and restaurant."

"I think it is like a silent partnership thing. You get some of the income and benefits of the property, but none of the headaches of managing the business. You keep doing what you're doing."

"That doesn't exactly sound fair."

"Actually it is. You see, I still run Murphy's, which I want to do. We make you a member of the board of directors, which is comprised of my brother, my sister, and me. We cut you in for 20% of the profit of the property business and that's it. You get to choose an office. We meet once a month or more often if necessary."

"Wait a minute. This still doesn't sound fair. All of you have pitched in lots and lots of money to become part of this...

"Wait a minute, PARTNER. You just kicked in several million dollars worth of interest, whether you know it or not. If this goes through as Teresa and I just talked about, you will have saved me millions, while giving us the opportunity to make a whole boatload of money with the expansion of Murphy's."

"What will your brother and sister think of this little plan?"

"I just got off the phone with them. Once I told them what we were gaining, they had no problems with adding you to the family." Murph laughed as he put his one arm across my shoulder. "Welcome to the family, PARTNER. We are about to make a lot of money. Oh! There is one other catch..."

"I knew it. I knew there had to be a catch in there somewhere."

"Oh, it's not that bad of a catch. We also have to make Holly a partner. That's why there was that 20% of the take, not 25."

"Holly? I get it. That way Teresa can still have a say in what happens while taking care of her kid."

"Yep! Hey, having her around is not a bad thing, is it?"

"No, I guess not."

"She's finishing her degree in Mass Com, right? That could be something we could use."

"I guess. That and Journalism. We could start our own newspaper and make her the editor." I laughed. 

"No, but we could use a public relations person."

"That's a good point. Especially with the P.R. aspect of trying to refurb this area."

"I better get back to work. Yipee!!!"

I didn't exactly know what to say. But, knowing my luck, something would screw up the deal. Murph went back behind the bar as I walked to my corner. When I got there, Murph had already set up my beer and bourbon. 

I started thinking about the deal. Why would Teresa want to take care of me in the deal? Maybe she is giving me too much credit on freeing her from Benjamin. After all, all I did was catch him, I didn't set him up with Stacy Schmidt.

Charlie and I talked about what was new in the area while we killed time waiting for Carla to show up.

At around 6:30, Carla finally made it. I saw her come in with the normal gawks from the men in the joint. She made her way back to me, gave me a kiss, gave Charlie a kiss, and sat down on the stool we had been saving for her.

Murph didn't waste any time bringing her tequila. "There you go, Carla. And how are you this wonderful evening?"

"I'm fine." Carla looked at me with a puzzled look.

"And can I get you anything, partner?", he asked, looking at me.

"No, I'm fine for now, but I think Carla wanted to get something to eat."

"Why sure." He handed Carla a menu. "I'll just give you a minute to look that over."

Carla looked at Murph as he went back down the bar. "What's his story tonight? I've never seen him so nice, or happy."

"He has a new partner."

"Yeah, I heard him say that. What? He called you partner."

"It looks like Teresa is going to sell Murph the Wharf."

"That's great! So why did he call you partner?"

"Well she is making one of the conditions that I become a partner."

"In Murphy's??? That's terrific!"

"No. Not Murphy's. In Murphy's property."

"Oh! Well that's still pretty good, isn't it?"

"Yeah, well... I guess so."

"What's wrong with it?"

"Nothing, I guess. I just feel like I'm being pushed into this deal without putting anything up front. Murph is going to be putting up $275 thousand bucks to..."

"That's a pretty good deal. Is that what's she selling it to him for?"

"Yeah. Like I was saying, he, or his company, is putting that up. Meanwhile Holly and I are being made partners in the corporation."

"That's cool. Wait a minute... Holly and you???"

"Yeah. Not together or anything like that. Teresa is kind of setting her up with a job when she graduates. Murph said it will be good to have a public relations person for the area."

"Okay, so what's bothering you?"

"Well it's just not fair that everybody is putting something up, except me."

"I don't get it. If it hadn't been for you, this deal wouldn't have happened. You're the one that brought everybody together. If it hadn't been for you, that old wharf would be there forever, or at least until it falls into the river."

"Yeah, I know, but..."

"You probably saved Murph a couple of million dollars..."

"Several million..."

"That's money Teresa doesn't want or need. It unloads a piece of property she probably wouldn't be able to sell otherwise. It's protecting this area of the city from development. And it's probably going to make you a wealthy man."

"I don't know. I guess I just have a hard time accepting success."

"Would you have to close up the P.I. agency?"

"No. That's another good thing. As a partner, Murph tells me, I get an office down here. We meet once a month. Other than that, I just sit back and collect money."

"Well it sounds to me like it's a dream job."

"Yeah, but you know my feelings about things too good to be true."

"I think you should relax and think about it. I'll be right back, I have to go to the ladies room."

Carla pushed herself away from the bar and walked towards the bathrooms. Although she made a lot of sense, I was still having a hard time thinking about what was being offered to me. I tried to weigh things in my head. There was more money, some independence, money, a little more responsibility, some more money, some power, some money, involvement in some real estate, money, being able to preserve some history, and a little extra money. On the bad side... I couldn't see anything either.

I was twiddling with a straw when Carla came back.

"Still worrying about it, huh?"

"Yeah. I just wish I knew why Teresa was being this nice to me."

"Maybe she wants a nice son."

"Naa, I don't think that's it."

"Maybe she just really appreciates what you did for her. Maybe it's her way of keeping your mouth shut about that tape."

"What tape?"

"The tape she sent you."

"What tape she sent me?"

"See what I mean."

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

Murph came over to us, "Did you decide on what you want to eat? Oh, Mick, by the way, How much money do you have on you?"

"Right now? About 50 bucks in cash, but I have my card. Why?"

"Give me a buck."

"A buck?"

"Yeah, a buck."

I went into my pocket and pulled out a one dollar bill and handed it to Murph. He took it and stuck it in his pocket. "Okay, what do you want from the kitchen?"

I looked at Carla, deferring to her, "I'll take the steak sandwich.", she said.

"Any extras on it? Cheese, onions, mushrooms...?"

"Ooo, onions and Swiss."

I just stared at her. "Ahh, you better hold the onions.", she corrected her order.

And you, partner.

"I'll take the steak sandwich too. Can I get a piece of cheese on that?"

"Sure, American, cheddar, Swiss, mozzarella, provolone, Jack,...

"Wo wo wo! Cheddar. Please. I always knew you were good at cutting the cheese, but..." I laughed.

"Okay, I'll have them up in a few. Do you need another round?"

"That will be good.", I answered.

"Be right back."

"Ahh, Murph."

He stopped and turned back towards me.

"What was that thing with the dollar?"

"Oh, your part in the cost of being a partner."

"My what?"

"You said it wasn't right that everybody had to put up money to be a partner except you. Now you can't say that." He smiled and walked away.

"There you go, Mick. Now you've invested in it."

"I've got news for you, I've been investing in this place for years."

"So, when do we come down to pick out your new office?"

"That's a good question. I guess I'd better check with Murph on that."

"Do I get to help? Or is that another of Holly's jobs."

I cracked up laughing. "I'm glad I'm not the only one with a jealous streak."

"Did that sound catty? I didn't mean it."

"Sure. Like I didn't mean the comments I made about John, right?"

"I'm sorry, that was mean. But do I?"

"Sure. I guess so. I mean, if you want to."

"Well, I'd like to. It will be my new office too."

"You're right."

"What happens if you don't find one you like?"

"Not find one? Down here? Well on the outside chance, I guess we'd stay where we are. But frankly, there are a couple of places down here I'm really interested in. The one is two doors down. It's the five story building. The office I saw is on the fifth floor. It's quite a bit bigger than the one we have now. That way I could bring back all of those boxes of files I have stored in my garage. This office is the one towards the back of the building, so when the wharf is gone, it will have a nice view. And, of course, if Murph ever decided to expand into the next building, that would put us right next door.

"Ooo! A penthouse office? That would be schweet, schweetheart.", Carla said mimicking my Bogart shtick. 

Sylvia brought our sandwiches around to us. Murph's steak sandwich is a piece of real steak, not that paper thin sandwich or sub stuff. Mr. Antonio does a nice job. Not only are they done properly, just slightly pink on the inside, there's nothing worse than bighting into a bloody sandwich, and all of the condiments, lettuce, and tomato are laid out on the plate instead of piled up on the sandwich. Carla's even had one of those little cups with some grilled onions.

"Thanks Sylvia.", I said sarcastically.

"You're welcome, Mick."

"I meant for the onions."

"Oh, did you want some? I'm sorry, Murph didn't say you wanted then."

"Oh! So that's who did it to me."

"Did what?"

Carla just snickered. I said a little louder hoping Murph might hear me, "I look at kissing someone who just ate onions like kissing someone who just finished a cigarette. Yucky!" There I go with that technospeak again.

"I won't eat any. Thanks anyway, Sylvia.", Carla said with a note of dejection.

"Go ahead and eat them. That's why they invented mouth wash.", I said.

"No, no! That's okay. I won't eat any. But that means you have to kiss me longer. You won't have an excuse."

"Ah, okay. Don't twist my arm so hard." I laughed, so did she. As a matter of fact, so did Sylvia and Charlie."

Murph walked over to us with our round of drinks. "Darling, any time you get tired of his bullshit, just come to me."

"But aren't you married?"

"Yeah, but I'd leave the old bat I'm married to for you any day." We all laughed.

We finished our meal. And I do mean meal. We took our time finishing our drinks. Murph finally caught up on the folks at the bar, temporarily of course. 

"Hey Mick, why don't you stop by tomorrow, during the day, maybe before lunch, and I'll show you some of the offices we have open."

"I'd like that."

"Even if the wharf falls through, I think I can save you a few dollars on rent and probably give you a better office."

"Okay. I'm always in the mood to save money. What about the 5th floor two doors down?"

"The whole floor?"

"No, just that back office."

"Oh, the one with the terrace? There's actually two rooms up there. The other is a conference room."

"Terrace? I didn't know it had a terrace up there."

"If it's the one I'm thinking of. It's kind of the roof, but it's been fixed up to serve as a terrace. It's very nice, but nobody wants it because all you see is that wharf."

"But if the Wharf goes away..."

"I'll show you that one first."

"Okay. It's a deal."

Murph had to go back to work and it was time we depart. I motioned to Murph that I was ready to settle up. He asked me to pass him my bar stool, which I did.

"Settle with me tomorrow when you come in."

I knew he was trying to pick up the tab again. "I'd rather do it now, if it's okay." 

"Okay, make it 20 dollars."

"Oh, come on Murph. I know I owe you more than that."

"Let's not even get into who owes who what. Alright let's make it 20 and you take care of Sylvia with any extra you think it should be."

"Alright. No point in arguing between partners, right?"

"That's the idea. I'm glad you're catching on fast."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I hear ya."

I threw 30 dollars on the bar. We headed towards the door. As I got to Sylvia I handed her 20 dollars. 

"Mick, wait a minute, that's a twenty."

"I know. That's what Murph said I was to do. Now that I'm a partner, I better have a talk with him about how he handles money."

"It won't do you any good."

"No? How come?"

"He thinks he knows everything about money."

"After today, I question that. After all, he's the one that wants to make me a partner."

Sylvia, Carla, and I laughed as we moved closer to the door. I could see Murph looking our way obviously wondering what we were laughing about. I just looked at him, told the girls that he was watching us, and all three of us looked at him together and laughed. I think he was getting a complex.

Sylvia gave me my good-bye hug and kiss. Carla made her way outside and waited for me on the sidewalk.

"So, you going home, or you following me to my house.", I asked her.

"Oh, I don't know. To tell you the truth, I'm kind of tired. I haven't been getting a whole lot of sleep he last couple of weeks."

"Yeah, me too."

"Why don't you walk me to my car. I'm around back."

"Sure. I would anyway."

Carla took my hand in hers as we walked around to the rear of Murphy's. "You know something Mick, It is really going to be nice getting rid of that old wharf. It is such an eyesore. It's probably loaded wit rats."

"You're probably right."

Carla looked up at the rear of the buildings. "Is that the one you've been talking about? Up there?"

I turned around and looked, "Yup, that's the one. I didn't even know it had that terrace on it."

"Yeah! That could be neat. I could spend my lunch out on the terrace working on my tan. There aren't too many points higher around here, at least where they can see this side of the building."

"What, would you do it in the nude?"

"Well, probably not totally. It would all depend."

"That office is looking better and better all the time."

I looked around at the other buildings. She was right, all of those that could look down onto the terrace are on the front side of the building. The only buildings taller on the back side either were too far away or didn't have windows facing the rear of these. That makes it convenient for more reasons than just sunbathing.

"This really does have some potential.", I said to Carla.

"Yes it does. I hope it works out. Not just for Murph, but for you too."

"Yeah, at least that way you'd have a reason to stick with me, my money."

"Good night Pheury. On that, I'm going home." She kissed me goodnight and got in her car.



Mick the Dick Ch. 35



I got home at just about nine. "Damn! It was still early." Still, a good nights rest would do me good. But, I was still a little too wound up. I knew I'd toss and turn for about the first 3 or 4 hours. That's when I remembered the tape. I really should watch it, just to see what all Teresa did to get revenge on Benjamin. Should the shit hit the fan, I better know what all happened.

I know what you're thinking, if Benjamin really wanted to watch Teresa fuck a group of black guys, why would this tape upset him? I know. I've had the same question popping into my head. Why would a man who wanted to watch his wife with a black man go off the deep end when he saw her with the black guy? What would happen if he watches the video and decided he liked it? After all, we know Benjamin liked to watch, right? Just because it was on video and not live? Maybe, but I doubt it.

On the other hand, suppose Teresa is right. Suppose Benny watches the video and does go crazy. Suppose he loses it. What could he be capable of? Benny has never exactly been a violent person. Of course he usually got his way, so he probably never had to resort to violence. I wonder how much of the violence he used on Stacy Schmidt was real, how much was frustration, and how much was wrong perception? I am in no way condoning what he did, I'm just looking for answers on why he did it.

I went back out to my truck to get the tape. When I came back in I rewound it and started it from the beginning. I watched what was happening and even more importantly listened.

I didn't pick up on anything new through the part I had seen. I was back to the part where Teresa was on the sofa with the one black guy fucking her from behind, blowing the guy with the monstrously large cock, and the other finger fucking her ass. The one with his finger in her ass pulled out a bottle of lube and was squirting it around her asshole and onto his finger as he slid it in and out of her.

"Hey brotha, put some of that on my dick.", the one fucking her suggested. He slid his cock out of her pussy as the other guy squirted some of the lube on his cock and her pussy. I could tell Teresa's pussy was soaked already by how wet his cock was when it slid out of her. Her pussy juice just about dripped off of his cock.

Teresa was going to town on the big cock she was sucking. She was getting about 5 inches of it in her mouth. That was maybe half of what he had available for her. But it wasn't the length that was stopping her from getting more in, it was the girth. 

The guy finger fucking her asked if he could have a turn to fuck her. The guy fucking her made a comment to the effect that everybody was going to have a turn, pulled out of her and moved to the side. The new guy moved in behind her, squirted some lube on his cock and slid it inside Teresa's pussy, as if he really needed to lube her up.

"So, bitch, how do you like black cock?"

Teresa took the big cock out of her mouth. "Mmm, I love black cock." She looked over her shoulder at her pretend husband and said, "See honey, you should never have told me you wanted to see me with a black dick in my pussy. Now, I'll never let you put that puny dick of yours back in me."

The guy that had just been fucking her, moved around behind the sofa next to 'big dick' and was letting Teresa take turns sucking their cocks.

Frankly, except for the one, my cock is just as big as the other two and I don't consider myself as having a big one. But I think the point would be made, that is provided Benny watches the whole thing. Somehow, I think he will. It is actually a good flick. Even though I've never gone out of my way to watch a white woman have sex with a black guy, there have been a few videos I watched that had interracial scenes. I like watching a woman getting pleased by a giant cock, no matter what color it is. That's why I always considered the late great John Holmes one of the best. Seeing him feed that cock into a woman's mouth, pussy, or ass always excited me.

I hope it doesn't change your view of me, but I like watching porn movies from time to time. Like you already know, I have a few videos. As a matter of fact, quite a few, mostly older ones, what some prefer to call "classics". I'm not one of these guys who watch porn every free moment. I seldom go to porn sites on the web, even though I have seen them. So I'm not exactly a connoisseur of porn, but I have a good working knowledge. From my viewpoint, as far as a sex scene goes, Teresa has done a good job. She's got my dick hard. I hope I don't offend too many of you, but it just goes to show that even the most sophisticated, classy, and wealthy women hide a slutty side. It just takes a little extra work to get them to let it show. And Teresa was definitely letting it show.

After the current guy fucked her for a while, 'Big Dick' moved around to the front of the sofa and sat down on the sofa next to Teresa.

"Okay sweet thing, move on over here." He squirted some of the lube on his monster. 

Teresa moved over and straddled his lap. She slowly lowered herself down until the tip of his cock rested against her pussy lips. She spread her pussy as he held his cock straight up for her. It amazed me how a guy this big could keep from going into shock losing that much blood. Teresa lowered herself letting his cock ever so slowly slip inside her.

"Oh my god, you're huge. I've never had anything that big inside me. Look at this honey, look at this big black dick going inside me."

The one camera showed Benji sitting still in his chair, only being able to watch his pretend wife getting nailed by these black guys.

Teresa was slowly letting her pussy get used to the monster working its way inside her. She'd put two inches in and take one out, wait a little while, then put another two inches in and take one out. It seemed like it took 30 minutes to get it in, but she got it in. The camera zoomed in so you can see how Teresa's pussy was spread to accommodate the cock.

"Ooo ooo, take it easy, it hurts.", she would say as it went in her.

"Once you get it in you, you won't ever want to take it out.", 'Big Dick' said.

After some slow action watching Teresa getting used to the cock she was now impaled on, she began sliding up and down on it. She still didn't have it all in. There was a good two inches that wasn't going in her. At least not yet.

After a few minutes of slow fucking, Teresa loosened up enough to pick up speed. She took the one guys dick back in her mouth as she stroked the other guy's dick. It wasn't long before she had another orgasm. It was an enormous, earth shattering orgasm that sent her thrashing about on top of 'Big dick'. I'm sure it was more than one, probably more than two orgasms back to back. She was unable to continue sucking on the other dick because of the way she was screaming. This was all real. There was no way a woman could fake an orgasmic scream like that. She had me so turned on I was even rubbing my dick.

As her orgasms subsided, Teresa immediately continued riding his cock. The third guy came back into view behind Teresa.

"Tell me something, have you ever been D.P'ed before?", he asked as moved in behind her.

"D.P.'ed?", she ased.

'Big Dick' defined it for her, "Double-penetrated. One dick in your cunt with another in your ass."

"No! I've never done that. Oh, please take it slow. I don't know if I can handle that."

"Oh, I'll be gentle.", the one moving in said with laughter.

Teresa stopped riding 'Big Dick' so the third guy could position him self without trying to hit a moving target. He squirted some lube on her asshole and his dick and then slowly pushed it against her anus. The head of his cock actually slid in her ass rather easily. Teresa barely flinched as he slowly slid his black cock past her sphincter. Teresa once again began bucking wildly, taking each dick deep inside her.

"Oh, yes! Butt fuck me! Butt fuck me!"

Between her outbursts she was sucking on the other guy too. It was a wild sight. Within minutes she was convulsing in another wild uncontrollable orgasm. Then came another. 

In a short while 'Big Dick' said aloud, "Yeah, baby. I'm gonna cum inside you."

"Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Fuck me! Shoot that cum inside me!"

Teresa began bucking even wilder as 'Big Dick" tensed up. He drove his cock all the way inside Teresa's cunt. She flinched as he bottomed out inside her. She came again as her big black lover dumped his seed deep within her pussy. Some of it trickled out from around his cock as he withdrew it and shoved it all the way in her again. Even before Teresa had finished cumming, the guy fucking her in the ass began shooting his load in her ass.

"I'm cumming in your ass, bitch! I'm cumming in your ass."

"Oh, yes! Cum in my ass!"

He drove his cock deep inside her ass as he shot his load. He pumped her ass for at least a minute. Then he pulled his cock from her ass. The camera zoomed in as the cum dripped from her stretched open asshole. 'Big Dick' was still deep in her pussy. 

Teresa raised herself off of 'Big Dick' and let his cock slide out from inside her pussy. His cum drained from her and puddled on his cock. She slid down onto her knees in front of him and licked up the cum. She sucked his cock clean as she did.

The third guy now came around from behind the sofa and stood next to Teresa. She eagerly took his cock in her mouth.

"Fuck my mouth!", she urged.

He thrusted his hips at her face. Teresa was taking almost the entire length of his cock down her throat on each thrust. The camera zoomed in so you could only see his black cock sliding between the red lips of her white face, and then panned back out.

"Yo, I'm getting ready to cum. I'm gonna cum in your mouth."

Teresa didn't even slow down as she looked up at him. He stiffened up as she continued to deep throat him. As he came, Teresa never even flinched or gagged. His cum gushed out from the corners of her mouth as she continued to slid his cock in and out of her mouth and throat. His cum dripped from her mouth and onto her luscious tits. She sucked on his cock until he stopped squirting his cum in her mouth.

'Big Dick' was standing off on the side jerking himself off. As Teresa finished with the guy she just blew, 'Big Dick' shot another load of cum across her shoulder, neck, and chest. She turned to him and jerked off some of his cum in her mouth.

When he took his cock from her mouth, Teresa turned to the camera, swished the cum in her mouth around, opened her mouth to show that it was loaded with cum and swallowed. She opened it again to show she had swallowed all of it.

"Mmmm! That was good."

She walked over to Benji, ripped the tape from his mouth, and kissed him hard on the mouth. You could see her slip her tongue into his mouth.

"Enjoy that, honey, it's the last time your lips will ever touch mine."

She walked to the center of the room, turned towards the one camera, smiled wickedly and waved. "Bye-bye, I hope you liked it."

It was a hot scene. If Armacost ever wanted to see his wife with a black guy, this video will definitely fill the bill. But I could see why she would never want to let Holly know about it. Frankly, if anybody saw this, she could be ruined. Much of the world still has problems accepting sex between the races. But I think she was prepared to handle that, should it come up.

Well, for almost two hours, I watched Teresa Armacost get fucked, vaginally and anally, and blow a trio of black guys. I thought having an actor sit there and act like her husband was a nice touch. It kind of sent a message on how she felt about Benjamin, especially when she kissed the phony husband after taking the black guy's cum in her mouth. It's kind of saying 'fuck you' without actually saying it.

Damn! It was almost 11:30 p.m. by the time I finished watching Teresa's video. It was time to go to bed and try to get some sleep.

I awoke at 6:15 when the alarm went off. I slept straight through, which, as I believe I have told you before, I seldom do unless I am accompanied by a member of the fairer sex in bed with me. Unlike my usual reply to the alarm clock, smacking the snooze button or sometimes throwing it across the room, I got up. I sat on the edge of the bed, yawned, and then stood up and stretched. I took care of my morning necessities and then looked outside. 

It looked like it was going to be a pretty day. The sun was out, not a cloud in the sky. It reminded me of something I had been slacking off doing for the last week or so, working out. So I slipped on my usual black gym shorts, black t-shirt, a heavy pair of white sox and my running shoes. I went into my 'gym'. It was an extra bedroom I had converted into a little exercise room. Actually, I was still converting it. All of the toys were there, but having once been a bedroom didn't exactly look like a gym. Nothing real elaborate, a treadmill, a chinning bar, a weight bench, and a load of free weights. In my younger days, I was really into this crap. I never really got into 'building', but I stayed toned.

I worked out on some of the weights for a while. Ouch, could I tell I hadn't done this in a while. Even staying away from it for a week feels like you have to start all over again. Then I went for a nice run. Of course, I stopped by my gun safe and took out my trusty little Walther .380 that I can carry without the size or weight of my usual .45. Guns, to me, are kind of like one of those credit cards, I never leave home without one. In some cases two. Like I told you, there are a lot of people out there that would take a crack at me if they had a free chance. I don't plan on them having a free chance.

I have a little course through my neighborhood that is just about 2 miles. I came out of my driveway and started down the street along the curb. Let me tell you something. Cops are usually credited with developing a 6th sense. It seems like once you develop it, you have it forever. And, it's a good thing I do. It saved my ass a load of times during the ten years I was a cop, and has saved it a few more times in the 15 years I've been a private dick. The 6th sense was still working fine.

I had this feeling somebody was following me. I hadn't noticed anybody on the street when I left my driveway, but I felt the presence of someone now. I nonchalantly glanced over my shoulder and didn't see anybody on foot and didn't notice any cars other than those few parked along the road. Most of the houses around here have more driveway space than needed, so cars out on the street are few in numbers. As I got to this one curve in the road, I stopped and watched the apex of the curve. I acted like I was tying my one shoe. "Son-of-a-bitch!" I knew it. Trying to keep me 'just' in view was a white 4-door. I knew I had seen this car before. I took off running down the road again. Every time I went through a curve, I glanced back just to see if they were still back there. They were.

There is this nice little park at the far end of my community. You know the type, some swings, a sliding board, two ball fields, and trees. Lots of trees. When I was in a cross-country mood I would run trough some of the trails in this forest. This little park actually joins a larger state park, so there are all types of trees. I decided to see if one, I could draw whoever is driving this car into a place where I could see who they are, and two, see if I could get them to leave the car just long enough to mess with them. Remember, there is one other thing I carry with me other than a gun.

I ran into the park and sat down on one of the benches. I wanted to give the white car a chance to catch up to me at the same time I wanted to rest up in case I needed to haul ass. I saw the car barely break the last curve and stop. There was no doubt in my mind they were tailing me. I just sat on the bench. Like fishing, I threw the hook with a worm on it into the lake. All I had to do is give it a little twitch once in a while and it would attract the big fish. Most of fishing is sitting and wait. 

I kept looking at my watch. Then a pick-up truck pulled onto the parking lot. It was two guys with mountain bikes. I walked over towards them. As they were unloading their bicycles, I said hi and then went to the entrance of the trail. Then a young lady pulled up in a car. I had seen her before. She runs through the community once in a while. I had talked to her a couple of times when our paths crossed. "This could be an opportunity." She got out of her car and tied her shoes. She walked towards me and then realized she knew me.

"Hi. How are you? I haven't seen you around in a while.", she said to me. To the white 4-door, it looked like I was waiting for her.

"I'm fine. I've just been so busy.."

"One should never be so busy to not have time to run."

"You're absolutely right."

"Are you just starting?"

"No. Just finishing up."

"Oh, that's a shame. I was going to ask you if you wanted to tag along?"

"I'd love to, but... I was just in my cool down."

"Better luck next time."

"I have to walk a little. Come on, I walk part way with you."

"Okay. I have to loosen up a little anyway."

It must have been too much for my curious friend in the white car. As soon as I was sure I had whoever was in the white car's attention, which I was sure I never lost, we turned and walked up the trail a short distance, but not far enough to lose sight of the car. It pulled onto the lot and into a space near the entrance to the trail. That's when I remembered where I knew this car from. The university. This was the car the two jokers from the TV station that followed me the morning I took Holly's Vette from her. Remember, later that day at the university when I went to pick her up they were sitting there? Some people just do not learn.

My friend and I were just far enough in the woods that it was difficult for anyone to see us from the lot, but we could see them fine. She stopped at a bench to stretch a little. That's when Little Dipshit and Big Dipshit got out of the car. They asked something to the two guys with the bicycles. The one guy did a little pointing around as if explaining the trails and then pointed right back to the entrance I was on, as if saying "it comes back here".

"Well, I better be going.", I said to the girl.

"By the way, what's your name?"

"Call me Mick. What's yours?"

"Laura. I'm up here just about every other day. Maybe we can pair up, if you run regularly."

"You never know. See you later. Be careful."

She took off up the trail like a shot. I'd never be able to catch up with her. That's when I noticed Little Dipshit and Big Dipshit starting towards the trail. Maybe they saw Laura and me walk and assumed we would continue to walk. I quickly went behind a small outcropping of rocks and a couple of fallen trees and waited for them to pass. Shortly after you get into the woods, the trail splits. Little Dipshit and Big Dipshit stood there for a minute trying to figure out which one we took. Little did they know, the trail loops around, it's the beginning and end. I saw Laura go to the right. I picked up a small rock and heaved it towards that trail. Just like in the old movies, when it hit the ground, Little Dipshit and Big Dipshit heard it and went that direction. That would be good. At the rate Laura ran, she'd be back to her car and long gone before they got back. 

The two guys rode past where I was hidden on their bikes. I got out of my hiding spot and out to Little Dipshit and Big Dipshit's car. I used my trusty valve stem puller and loosened the valves on all four of their tires. Do you think they'd have an idea who did it? I then took off running down the street back towards my house.

When I got there, I quickly took care of the 3 S's and got dressed. When I left for the office I just had to see if Little Dipshit and Big Dipshit had made it back to their car yet. I drove up the street to the park. Laura's car was gone, but the white 4-door was still there. So was the pick-up. "Good, they probably are still walking along the trail."




Mick the Dick Ch. 35



I was hungry. Usually after a nice workout, I fix myself a nice breakfast, but I wanted to get out of there before Little Dipshit and Big Dipshit figured out what was up. Just in case they only knew what street I lived on and not the exact house, I didn't want them to see what I drive.

I called Carla to see if she wanted anything from the little shop up the street. She said she fixed herself breakfast and didn't need anything. I parked in my usual spot outside the office and walked back to the little shop, picked up two of their bacon and egg sandwiches and two large coffees.

"Good morning schweetheart!", I said as I opened the door to the office.

"Good morning boss."

I walked over and put one of the coffees on Carla's desk. "Thanks Mick."

"Anything new?"

"Nope, all quiet in Metropolis. Anything new on your end?"

I began laughing, "I had company this morning."

"Company? Who?"

"Well it was more of an escort than company. When I went out for a run this morning, I was tailed by a white 4-door."

"A white 4-door? Not THE white 4-door? The news crew?"

"Gee. See what I mean about how good you're getting at this stuff."

"No fooling? What happened."

"I ran up to the park, started up the trail, let them follow me, doubled back, and left."

"You just left?"

"Yup! Oh, and remind me to find out what type of tires they use. I want to make sure I don't buy them. When I left they had 4 flat tires."

Carla laughed. "You think they'd learn, wouldn't you?"

"You'd think."

"Why would they want to follow you around any way?"

"I don't know. It's not like I'd give them anything they don't already know. Besides, the Armacost story is dead now, at least until the trial. That will be a couple months."

"Maybe they're still trying to get to Holly. Hey, she wasn't at your house last night was she?"

"NO! Holly wasn't at my house last night."

"I wasn't being catty, I was just trying to figure out why they'd follow you."

"It isn't like they don't know Teresa is home by now."

"Maybe they want to see the video.", Carla said sarcastically.

"I don't think so. I hope not anyway. By the way, I watched the rest of it when I got home."

"Ohhh! And I wanted to see it."

"We can watch it some night."

"Was it any good?"

"Well, yeah. It actually was pretty good. I mean, it's no real story to it. You saw part of it yesterday, it was just more of that. It was pretty hot."

"Does she go all the way with them? I mean, like let them cum in her or what? How many was it?"

"Geez, slow down. She lets them fuck her in her pussy and her ass and then twice in her mouth. It was just the three of them. You did see that they tied up a guy, supposed to be her husband and made him watch, right?"

"You know, I thought I saw a brief shot of some older white guy in a chair. I didn't get the message behind it."

"I have to show it to you. It really is pretty good. Teresa is actually a pretty good porn actress, but I'd never tell her that to her face."

I went into my office and ate my sandwiches. I read and answered some emails. Then I tried to call McNally again. I tried him yesterday, but he wasn't in. Today, he was.

"Sergeant McNally."

"Hi Mac, it's Mick."

"Hey Pheury. Sorry I didn't get back to you yesterday, I got a little tied up. How'd everything go Saturday?"

"Just great. Thanks a lot for setting everything up."

"No problem. I take it John Morris took care of everything?"

"Oh yeah. He was a big help. Carla liked him." Carla looked over her shoulder at me from her desk.

"I guess she would, He's a big boy isn't he?"

"That he is. I'm glad he's on our side."

"Anything new from the Armacost home?"

'Yeah, a new porn flick starring Teresa', I thought. "Nope. All quiet. The two press bozos that I left down at the biker bar tried to follow me around this morning."

"They did? Why?"

"I don't know. I didn't give them a chance to talk to me. I guess I'm just rude." I laughed.

"Well at least they didn't have to get a tow truck this time."

I didn't say a thing.

"Pheury, you didn't answer me."

"Ahh, I don't know if they did or not. I didn't hang around."

"Mick, did you do something again?"

"Is that an official question? If it is, I invoke my Fifth Amendment Rights."

"Pheury! If you keep that up..."

"You mean, if I get caught..."

"Yeah, that's what I meant." McNally laughed.

"Well I just wanted to say thanks for the assist on Saturday. I owe you one."

"Just treat me to dinner at Murphy's when you become a full partner."

"What? How'd you hear about that? You know it's not a done deal yet. Don't you?"

"I stopped by last night for a nightcap. Murph told me. Yeah, yeah. It sure sounds promising though."

"Yes it does. Well, talk to you later."

"Okay, MISTER Pheury. I'll be in touch."

Later in the morning, Carla and I drove down to Murphy's to see what offices were available. Murph poured us each a cup of coffee while we waited for him to finish getting things ready for the day. 

The first stop was the 5th floor of the office building two doors down from Murphy's Pub. Yep, the one I liked. We took the elevator up to the 5th floor and walked back to the rear office. As soon as Murph opened the door, I knew it was the one I wanted. There was a main reception area, One large office that would be a perfect conference room, a smaller office that is still bigger than the one I have now, a small room or a large closet which would be a perfect file room, and a private bathroom with a shower. The terrace is accessible from the larger office through a pair of double doors.

Carla wasted no time in checking out the terrace. "You know what Mick, this side would be perfect for what I was talking about."

Murph looked at me, "What's that?"

"Sunbathing during lunch."

Murph walked out onto the terrace next to Carla. He looked around at the other buildings. "You're probably right. I don't think anybody could see you. Of course, to be on the safe side, you could always let me know when you are doing it, and I could come up and watch... I mean keep an eye out for peeping Toms."

"Thanks for the offer Murph. I'll keep that in mind." All three of us laughed.



Mick the Dick Ch. 36



Murph finished giving us a tour of the building. The rest of the fifth floor was primarily a large conference room which was available to any of the tenants. It would also be the one where we would have our board meeting every month. There were also double doors that led to the terrace from the conference room as well. There were only two ways of getting onto the terrace, the office I was considering and the conference room.

I hadn't realized that this building was one of the more recently renovated buildings, which explained why it wasn't filled yet. The first floor had a book store. The second floor had three doctors' offices. The third floor was vacant, and the fourth floor was soon to be the new offices for Murphy's Properties. Originally, they were going to take the Fifth floor, but being the top floor was smaller because of the rooftop terrace, Murph and his brother and sister decided they liked the 4th floor better. Each floor had a mens room and ladies room, even the fifth. There was only one elevator and one stairway. The lobby was rather nice, the exposed stairway next to the elevator gave it an 'art deco' look. Most of the interior was preserved. It looked like Mick Pheury was moving from the 1920's to the 1930's. That's okay by me, just so long as it doesn't go to the 21st century. At least not yet.

Then we went through a few more of the buildings in the block. To be honest, they were all rather remarkable. To think that some of these buildings are almost 100 years old, the newest are around 75 years old, and they look like they were just finished within the last 5 years.

"Murph, any of these buildings are fantastic. I just can't believe the amount of work you have put into them."

"The hard part to believe is that we are still in the black. We actually wait until we can pay for the renovation in full before we do the work. The building you like, for example, cost us just about a quarter million to fix up. Considering it wasn't in that bad of shape to begin with. We don't use fly by night contractors to do the work. We use museum quality renovation specialists. They fix it up to the period we want. Being we wanted these to look the way they did in the 30's and 40's, when this area was flourishing, that's what they did. It's not cheap, but it's worth it."

"You could actually shoot a 30's era movie down here."

"Funny you should mention that, one of the studios is waiting for us to finish so they can. Don't tell anyone, but that's probably where we are going to get the money to pay for the wharf."

"Do they want the wharf up or down for the film?"

"I don't know. I don't think it matters. They are mainly interested in the front."

Carla perked up, "Are they looking for any extras?"

"Oh, I'm sure they will be. But remember Carla, this is probably a year off."

"Good. That gives me time to lose a few pounds and get back in shape."

As if we rehearsed it, Murph and I asked the same thing, "Where do you plan on losing anything?"

The three of us stopped, looked at each other and then busted out laughing.

"Well, you know what they say about great minds.", I said.

Murph had to get back to the Pub. It was just about time for the lunch crowd. Carla and I roamed through a few of the shops just to get acquainted with what all was down here. Funny, all of the time we spend at Murphy's and we never noticed all of the nice little shops on the first floor of most of these buildings.

"Well, which one do you like?", I asked Carla.

"I like the fifth floor. That is really cool."

"Yeah, me too. Even though I don't necessarily want to sunbathe, it is a nice office."

"And imagine what it will be like when the wharf gets taken down."

As we just about made it to Murphy's , a silver Mercedes convertible pulled up in a parking space in front of it. As the female driver got out and fed the meter we walked up behind her.

"Whazamatta lady? You not know how to drive or sum'ting?"

Teresa turned around half startled. "Mick! Carla! How are the two of you?" She gave each of us a hug and kiss on the cheek.

Carla replied first, "We're fine."

"I'm fine. We were just looking over the offices available down here.", I said. "By the way, thanks for including me in this... what would you call it? Acquisition."

"Do you mean land deal? You're welcome. It's the least I could do. If it hadn't been for you, I'd have never known Murph wanted to buy it. He'd have never known I didn't mind getting rid of it. By the way...", she held up a large envelope, "this is the deal."

"That's the sale?"

"More or less. It's the tentative proposal. I want Murph's attorneys to look it over. This will probably be weeks in the making."

"I'm sure."

"It will also give Holly a job when she graduates, provided she wants to work here."

"That's true too."

"I found out something else. The old warehouse across the street? Benjamin owns that too."

"No fooling."

"Of course, that's still being used. There are a few more buildings down here he owns. Nothing too elaborate, but I think he was working on something down here at some point. I remember him always talking about "the waterfront". I never really knew what all he had planned, but I think Murph and his family had a lot to do with it. Even though he never said a name, he did make a lot of references to "them", the ones who own all of the property down here. I think it's kind of funny, don't you?"

"I don't know about funny, but it is rather unique. The coincidences of all of this."

"Are you going in?"

"Ah, well, I guess we could get something. It is lunch time."

"Do you mind if I join you?"

Carla jumped in before I had the chance, "Not at all. Please join us."

"Well, now you have a formal invite."

"That's great."

I held the door open for Carla and Teresa. Sylvia naturally greeted each of us as we went in. When Murph saw Teresa, he came out from behind the bar to see her.

"Good afternoon everybody. Teresa, it's always a pleasure to see you."

"Flattery will get you everywhere. I have something for you." She handed him the envelope.

"What's this?", he asked.

"Have your attorney read these over to see if the real thing would be acceptable. It's the proposal."

"Oh! Oh! I'll get it to him this afternoon. That was fast, I wasn't expecting you to get it so fast."

"You're dealing with Mrs. Armacost, not Mr. Armacost. If he didn't dick around for so long, he may have had his waterfront skyscraper and shopping area by now. Instead, I caught him dicking around in other ways and now I'm selling it right out from under him so he can't screw up this area."

"I couldn't have said it any better myself, Teresa. You don't have an idea what this means to me, my brother and sister, and everybody down here that wants to see this area flourish, not just survive."

"Well, I believe you are sincerely trying, Murph. That's why I'm doing this. We have too much overdevelopment in this city. It's strangling the heritage that once made this a great city."

"I agree with you whole heartedly."

I spoke up. "And I agree with both of you. Now can we have a table? I'm hungry."

"Watch it Pheury, you're not a partner yet. The deal has to be accepted first."

"So, until I am a partner, I'm still a customer and the customer is always right. So where's my table."

Carla said, "Mick's right, Murph. He is a customer. And for that matter, I'm hungry too."

"Oh, boy," Murph said, "Does he have you trained?"

"No. I just want to make sure he keeps me around to see this new Mick Pheury."

"Oh, I think you're here to stay, darling.", Murph said before laughing.

Sylvia took us to my favorite table in the back corner. Murph went back behind the bar. I, being the perfect gentleman I am, ha ha, let the ladies take their seats first. Sylvia asked, "A round of the usuals?", as she pointed at Carla and me.

"I think that will be good. Teresa, how about you?"

"How about a martini? Very dry."

"Vodka or gin?", Sylvia asked.

"There is only one real martini. Vodka, of course."

"I'll be right back. Any appetizers?"

"Not for me," I said, "Ladies?"

Both Carla and Teresa said no to the appetizer. Sylvia walked away.

"So, Teresa," I started, "what ever made you think of me when this deal formulated?"

"Shouldn't I have? After all, like I said Mick, you made it happen. How could I possibly think of the deal without including you somehow? I knew you would never do something like take the finders fee. That's when I thought about the partnership. You really don't even have to do anything."

"Well, I do appreciate it."

We talked a little about the revitalization of the area. We talked about which office I wanted. We almost talked about the video. Like I said ALMOST, but not quite. And the best part was, it wasn't me that almost slipped, it was Teresa. She almost asked something to the effect of whether I had finished watching it or not.

Teresa said she didn't see anything to hang up the deal for the wharf. She asked me not to tell Murph, but she expected it to go through within the week. She and Murph had already discussed a media circus, announcing the sale and what the plans are. But she wanted to make sure the sale was finalized first. I guess that was another stab at Benjamin, just to make sure he couldn't stop it.

Carla and I went back to the office. We did the usual answer phone messages and emails. Then we started to draw up rough ideas on how we would like to set up the office. We were dreaming big. Trying to keep with the art deco and private detective movie theme, we came up with some snazzy ideas. My old oak desk would be going with me. No way I'd give that up.

The new offices had wood shelves against the inner walls that were more fitting for a judge's chambers. They would fit in well. Actually, most of my existing décor would fit into the new surroundings very well. The more I looked around my current office, the more I was looking towards moving to the new one. I ran out of room years ago. I have boxes stacked on boxes. But at the same time I knew I was going to miss this old place. I have a lot of memories here. 

I still don't know why I'm getting all misty, it still is not a done deal. A lot of things could still cause the deal to fall through, no matter how hopeful Teresa and Murph make it sound. And then, there is no guarantee that the city will approve the addition or even the tearing down of the old wharf. All Murph would need is for someone to declare the old wharf an historic site or something.

As I looked around the office, I glanced outside at my view, wow!, the new office will be great for view. My office now only gives me a view of the buildings across the street from me and the street. Lunch time isn't too bad when the weather is nice, if you know what I mean. Watching the girls walk by provides a refreshing break in the monotone of the day.

That's when I noticed a white 4 door sedan sitting across the street and a few buildings up, facing my way. I went over to the shelf where I keep my binoculars and took a look. Sho 'nuff, my buddies were back. The Dipshit brothers were trying to keep tabs on me for something. I called McNally. 

After the normal pleasantries, I asked a question, "What does someone need to do to file a complaint for stalking."

"Is that a rhetorical question?"

"No, I'm getting real close to filing one on the Dipshit brothers from WTF TV."

"WTF TV??? What the fuck station is that?"

"Exactly."

"Huh?!? Oh! I get it. What - The - Fuck."

"Ten-four."

"Don't tell me, a white 4-door."

"That's the one. The same guys that followed me to the biker bar, the same guys at the university, the same guys as this morning, and now they are sitting outside my office."

"Are they placing you in fear?"

"Oh, yes, officer. I don't know who they are or what they are up too. I'm afraid. I'm afraid that they might corner me and I'd have to waste a couple of perfectly good bullets on them."

"No, no, no, Mick. Don't say that." 

"I was just kidding about shooting them. Is it okay to say that I'm afraid that if they continue to follow me someone might get hurt?"

Mac laughed, "That's better, you didn't say they'd be the ones getting hurt."

"Seriously though, I am a little worried about them following me around. They could blow my cover if I have to follow someone. Let's face it, these guys are not exactly professionals. They stick out like a sore thumb."

I see, Mr. Pheury. Do you mind if I take the report over the phone?"

"No officer. Whatever is best." Hee hee!

"Hold on one minute, Mr. Pheury. I'm going to have one of the patrol cars stop buy to get some more information from them." Mac put me on hold.

When he came back, I gave him all of the information I could. I remembered the tag number from this morning. I gave him their descriptions. 

While I was talking to McNally, I saw two police cars pull up to the white 4-door. After a few minutes, a manager for one of the shops walked out and was talking to the officers. I told McNally. Little Dipshit and Big Dipshit started pulling out all kinds of identification and press passes. The officers wrote down all types of information. Carla was standing at the window next to me enjoying the live crime drama just outside.

"Hold on a second Mick, I have to answer the radio."

I heard Mac, answer the radio. The officers across the street gave Little Dipshit's and Big Dipshit's real names and information to him and explained what they claim they were doing, "working on a story".

Naturally! Probably trying to create a story.

Mac told them that he has taken a report on them and that they are being told to stop following me around. Now it's official. In most states, the person doing the harassing or stalking has to be told to stop, in other words they have to be given the chance to stop breaking the law. Duh! After that, they become fair game.

I watched as the officers finished taking the information, giving Little and Big Dipshit their ID's back, and helping them to move along. Well, at least it might keep them out of my hair for a while. You're probably right, I don't believe it either.

"Okay, Mr. Pheury, they have been told to stop harassing or stalking you. If they continue, just call me and I will have them picked up." Mac laughed. "And, by the way, I am supposed to notify their employer of this incident, being it is on company time."

"That will be good. Thank you officer. You have been a tremendous help."

We laughed a little more as we said good bye. 

"You know, that was mean.", Carla said with a laugh.

"Mean? Me? It's known as self-preservation. If those two kept fucking with me, I was going to get into trouble."

"Mick, sometimes you are too much."

"That's not what you say when we're in bed."

Carla just shook her head and walked back to her desk, snickering along the way. I went back to checking bills and scheduling a couple of new client cases. Now that the Armacost case was coming to a close, I needed to get back to the other issues.

Around 3 o'clock Carla answered the phone. "Mick, it the general manager for the one news station."

I picked up the phone, "Pheury."

"Mr. Pheury. I want to apologize for the actions of my reporter and cameraman. They were obviously off base with their story and I have reprimanded them. If there is any other problems with them, please feel free to contact me directly."

"I appreciate that. It wasn't until the police got involved that I actually knew they were reporters." Okay, so it was a little lie. No, actually it wasn't. I didn't know for sure they were a news crew. I never saw their identification.

"That's not an excuse. We're not the paparazzi and I won't condone professionals using such tactics."

"As a member of the public who depends on the news, I appreciate that. By the way, do you have any idea on why they wanted to see what I was up too?"

"I'm sure it had to do with the Armacost story. I mean, the story is that you were 'coincidentally' there when all of this happened. I think they may have been trying to find out if Mrs. Armacost is a regular client of yours."

"Why didn't they just ask me? That night I drove a friend of theirs to the party in a limo. That's why I was there."

"They probably should have just asked you."

"Yeah, I guess they were reading something into it."

"Well, once again, Mr. Pheury, I apologize."

"Okay, thank you for the call."

Carla was standing in the doorway. "An apology?"

"Yeah, how 'bout that."

"Do you trust them?"

"No!"

"Okay, good. I just wanted to make sure you weren't slipping."

"The day I trust the media is the day I begin trusting wom... I mean, the devil." I just smiled, knowing she picked up on what I was about to say.

Carla just shook her head, shook her finger at me, her index finger, and walked back to her desk.

For a change, Carla and I didn't even go to Murphy's after work. I wanted to leave a little early just to take McNally's suggestion. I stopped by the court house and filed a protective order against the Dipshit brothers. I was able to get a judge to sign it just before he left for the day.

Frankly, there were a couple of things I wanted to take care of at the house. Remember the gym room I'm fixing up, well I was tired of putting it off. Carla asked if I needed any help. Naturally, being the chauvinist I am often accused of being, I accepted her offer. See, if I didn't think women were equal, I'd have never let her help. Of course, I'd want her to do an equal share of the work, ha ha.

I started my drive home. Carla asked if I would mind her running to her apartment and get a load of laundry to do while we fixed a couple things in the house. Of course I didn't. Actually, if she was doing some laundry, maybe she wouldn't mind throwing some of mine in at the same time.

Why do people like putting mirrors in gyms and workout rooms? If you're a body builder, maybe you have a reason for looking at yourself. Me, I'm middle aged, not in bad shape for my age, but I'm far from wanting to look at myself. Instead of mirrors on the wall, I decided to get one of those scenery wallpaper things that can transform a wall into a, well in my case, Waikiki. A gorgeous sunset with palm trees, sand, and the Pacific Ocean, I can't think of a better place to work out. 

I noticed a dark blue car that seemed to be shadowing my every move. At first I thought it might have been one of my friendly local police officers. Even though I was only a couple of miles over the limit, I slowed down to let it catch up to me. I hung back. I took my truck to ten miles under the limit, the blue sedan slowed down also. Hmmm! Now I was getting suspicious. I looked down at the fuel tank gauge, I could take a few gallons. I went from the left lane into the driveway of the gas station. The blue sedan tried the same move but had too much traffic next to it. As it passed I was able to get a quick glimpse of the occupants. It sure looked like Little and Big Dipshit. I watched it turn into a convenience store lot several businesses up the road from the gas station. I filled the tank and decided to play some games with my tail.

The first thing I did was call McNally. I asked if he knew of any tail being put on me and he said that it wasn't from the police department. Being I was just outside the city limits, I decided to see how bad they wanted to follow me. I told Mac where I was going to try to lead them. There was an old warehouse area just a little west of where I was, just back inside the city. Mac assured me there would be a welcoming committee.

I left the driveway and drove past them. Then I made a U-turn and headed back into the city. They followed. I called Carla to tell her to take her time getting to my house. I turned right a few streets inside the city and took my time so they could keep up with me and so Mac could get the welcoming committee set up. They were very cautious, making sure they didn't get too close. 




Mick the Dick Ch. 36



I went up one street, down another, making sure I used my turn signal so I didn't take them by surprise. Then, making sure they could see me, I turned into an alley that led to a box canyon. These two must never have watched the old cowboy movies.

As I got to the end of the alley, I slowly came to a stop. The blue sedan, trying not to lose me, skidded to a stop just behind me. The cavalry arrived. Six police cars, lights flashing, pulled out from corners in the box canyon. The expression on Dipshit brother's faces were the same as General Custer's regarding the Indians, "Where the fuck did all of them come from?"

I got out of my truck and watched as the officers extracted the Dipshits from their car. After patting them down, spread eagle on the fenders, I walked over to them. As I did, an unmarked police car pulled down the alley. It was McNally. He quickly got out of his car. 

"Mr. Pheury, are these the two that have been following you?"

"Yes, Sergeant McNally, they are."

"These are the same two that were instructed by members of this department today that they are not to follow you under the harassment and stalking laws of this state."

"Yes sir."

"Are they the two your swore out a protection order on today?"

Big Dipshit, interjected, "What protection order. I've never been served with a protection order. You have to let us go."

Ignoring them, I answered Mac, "Yes, Sergeant, they are. Can I ask them something?"

"Sure."

I looked at them, "Why are you following me?"

The Dipshit brothers looked at each other. "We are trying to see what your involvement with the Armacost case is."

"That's pretty stupid. Did you know I already told that to your station's general manager today when he apologized for your harassment?"

"Yeah, our manager told us, just before he told us to stay on you."

"Oh really?"

"Yes, but we don't believe you either. We know you are seeing Mrs. Armacost, socially."

"I think you guys are severely lacking in your information."

McNally looked at me. "Mr. Pheury, are you willing to press charges against these two?"

"Yes sir, I am."

"You can't arrest us, we've never been served with those papers". 

Mac handed each one a copy of the protection order I had just had processed about an hour and a half ago. "Consider yourself served. And don't worry, we aren't arresting you for violating that order, we're arresting you for stalking and harassment. You don't need the paper for that."

I quickly added, "And you'd better keep a spot warm for your boss, I'll be going after him tomorrow."

Mac looked at the officers and said, "Book'em!" He snickered as he whispered to me, "I always wanted to say that."

Two officers on each, handcuffed the Dipshits and put them in 2 separate cars. I heard the one say, "Mister, I'd sure hate to be your boss right now."

This was great, who says there's never a cop around when you need one? McNally, the officer taking the report and credit for the arrest, and I exchanged information so everything would be handled. The officer was impounding the blue sedan. When the tow truck arrived, referred to as a roll-back because of the flatbed that, rolls back off the truck to scoop up the car being towed, I let the air out of all four tires again. I don't know why, but I did.

"So, what are you doing the rest of the night?", Mac asked me.

"After I pay a visit to the Dipshits' boss, I'm meeting Carla at my house. We're working on one of the rooms in my house."

"Well, you be safe and don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"That leaves me wide open, doesn't it?"

"Probably. Talk to you tomorrow, Mick."

"Okay, Mac."

I called Carla to tell her I'd be there in a few minutes.



Mick the Dick Ch. 37



I had to take a little detour past the main offices of the station the Dipshit brothers work for. I walked up to the receptionist and made my request.

"My name is Pheury. Let Mr. Miller know I'm here to see him. He's expecting me."

"Please have a seat, Mister... Fury did you say?"

"That's Pheury, P-H-E-U-R-Y."

She picked up her phone and dialed an extension.

"Mr. Pheury. Mr. Miller will be right out to see you."

"Thank you." I stood by the window looking out at the parking lot.

After a few minutes, I saw the reflection of someone walking up behind me.

"Mr. Pheury? Hal Miller. I'm glad to meet you. What can I do for you?"

"I just wanted you to know that two of your personnel are now guests of the city. I told you what they were doing. I had to get a restraining order against them. And they still followed me. My attorney will be contacting you tomorrow."

"Mr. Pheury, I told both of them to leave you alone. I will fire them the first thing tomorrow."

"Well, if it's any consolation, they confessed that their manager told them to "stay on me", that's a quote."

"Their manager? They must have meant the news department manager because that's who I told."

"Well, which ever one it was, you're the boss. You're the one I told to leave me alone, and they didn't. Now you'll have to pay."

"We'll be looking for an entirely new news department by the time you're finished."

"From what I've seen of your news department, you could use it. But keep in mind, you may be looking for an entirely new station staff by the time I'm finished."

I turned and walked out of the building. I couldn't help but laugh as I passed through the doors.

Carla and I really busted our tails on the gym. It was looking good. We actually got a lot done. A little trim work and a little touch up here and there and it will look like a new room.

Carla actually helped quite a bit. It is just so much better to have an extra pair of hands. Of course, company is always good.

We ordered pizza for dinner. I know, "Don't you ever get tired of pizza?" Frankly, no! I could live on pizza.

While we ate pizza Carla asked about watching the video of Teresa and the 3 black guys. I hesitated, but Carla begged. I love to hate women begging, if you know what I mean. I put it on for her. 

At first I thought Carla wasn't amused by it. She watched, made a few comments, but didn't seem to get turned on. She commented on how well Teresa was built, "for an older woman." She also commented on the size of the one black guy's cock. She mumbled a few things to herself as she watched the big black cock slide in and out of Teresa's pussy. When I asked what she said she wouldn't tell me. Carla even fast forwarded through parts of it. But boy was I wrong about her not getting turned on.

We watched the late news. One of the top stories was how there was a deal struck between the owners of Murphy's Pub, Murphy Properties, and the owner of the old wharf on the waterfront in town and how it was going to help restore and preserve that section of the city. They interviewed Teresa Armacost who said she was glad to help out in restoring "a beautiful and historically significant area of the city". Murph showed some rough plans of what would replace the wharf and how he planned to expand Murphy's Pub. His brother and sister showed some of the buildings they had already refurbished and those next on the list.

It was a good story. After we watched the news, Carla took me by the hand and suggested, "How about if we christen the new gym?"

I actually had to play dumb for a few seconds just to make sure I wasn't reading into her suggestion. "Sure, why not?"

We went back to the gym, and before we got there, she had me almost completely stripped. Of course, she did a pretty good job on herself too. I had to make sure I pulled the blinds before we went too far into the room. Even though the neighbors are a good distance away, and there are trees and shrubs between us, I didn't want them to be walking their dog or something and happen to see us.

I found out that the weight bench makes an excellent "love chair". We took turns laying on it and having the other do things. We decided the weight bar was strong enough to handle two pairs of hand cuffs, one for each wrist. The only thing I thought would be required is to put safety locks on the ends of the bar to keep it from being pushed or pulled off onto someone's head, namely mine.

We fooled around in the gym until after midnight. Then we went to bed.

Shortly after I woke up in the morning, my cell phone rang. It was McNally. 

"Mick, sorry to bother you this early, but I thought this was important. Armacost tried to commit suicide last night."

"He what? What happened?"

"Last night we got a call about somebody standing on a balcony screaming and hollering. When the cars got there, they found Armacost, half naked, yelling that he was going to kill himself or someone else. He was throwing things off the balcony. He fired a pistol in the air, not at anyone. The SWAT guys went in with a key from the manager of the building and took him down without any further incident. They said he tried to shoot himself in the head but he had used up all of the bullets. He kept saying he was going to kill "her" for what she did. I guess he meant his wife."

All of the sudden it dawned on me. He must have been watching the video. "What happened to him?"

"He's at Happy Acres right now. He had been drinking heavily and took all kinds of pills, including some he shouldn't have even had. He completely lost it. I mean, they put him in the proverbial padded cell. You know how difficult it is to get someone committed. The doctors took less than an hour. He kept trying to escape and everything. He started threatening everybody."

"Do you have any idea what set him off?"

"Nope. The doctors couldn't get anywhere with him. I was kind of hoping you might be able to help."

"No suicide note?"

"Nope."

"Does his wife know?"

"I think so. I think one of the officers that handled it called her."

"Can you meet me at his apartment in about an hour?"

"Sure. Why, do you have something?"

"I might. I'll see you then." I hung up.

Carla was awake and listening to my side of the conversation.

"Armacost tried to kill himself?"

"Yeah, it sounds like it."

"I guess Teresa's plan worked, huh?"

"It sounds like it."

"Why are you meeting Mac at Armacost's apartment?"

"Well, I'd like to see what tape he has in his player."

"You're not going to tell Mac about the tape, are you?"

"Not if I don't have to. But I'd rather him find it than someone else. If Benny had died, the homicide and crime lab guys would have taken everything. Chances are they'd see it. In case something happens to him or the apartment, I'd rather not have one of the kids or Armacost's partners find it."

I started to pull my clothes out and got ready to take care of the 3 S's. I thought I should check with Teresa so I called her house.

"Hi Mick." It was Holly. "You're up bright and early."

"Yeah, I am. Is your mother?"

"Yes, she is. What? I'm not good enough for you any more?" Holly snickered.

"You're more than enough for me. Now put your mother on the phone."

Without saying another word, Holly handed the phone to Teresa. "Hi Mick."

"I take it you got the word, didn't you?"

"Word? What word?"

"About Benjamin?"

"No. What?"

"He tried to commit suicide last night."

"He did?" She almost sounded happy.

"Yeah. He was screaming out on his balcony. He threw stuff off of it and even fired his pistol into the air. When the SWAT officers stormed his apartment, he tried to shoot himself, luckily the gun was empty. He was yelling about wanting to kill you for one thing or another."

"Oh. That must be what the phone call is about. I went to bed a little early last night and didn't hear the phone. I see there's a message."

"I guess he got the video."

"I guess so. It was delivered to him yesterday. I guess it did the trick."

"Yeah, but I hope you didn't intend for him to kill himself."

"Of course not. Where is he?"

"The police officer that told me about it said "Happy Acres", so I guess the asylum."

"That's good. That's what I wanted."

"I'm going to try to go to his apartment and get the video tape."

"Be careful Mick. I don't want you to get into any trouble over this."

"I won't. I'm meeting Sergeant McNally there. I'll talk to you later."

"Okay, be careful."

I got out of the shower, got dressed, and drank a cup of coffee. I let Carla take her time and lock up the house when she was ready.

When I got to Armacost's apartment building, Mac was standing outside waiting. 

"So, what's this idea you have?"

"I'll tell you when I get there."

We went up to the apartment and Mac unlocked the door. We went in and I scanned around the room. I went over to the VCR player and hit the eject button. Nothing came out. "Shit," I said to myself, "they must have already taken it." I picked up the remote for the TV and turned it on. It was the same channel as the news station that had the story on the wharf last night.

"Mac, what time did all of this happen?"

McNally opened his notebook. "It was around 11:15 last night."

"Same time as the story."

"What story?"

"They had a story on last night about how the owners of the old wharf behind Murphy's are selling it to him."

"They are? I thought Armacost owns it."

"Mrs. Armacost owns it."

"Ohhhh! No shit! That's funny. So that's why he was mumbling about his wharf. We didn't know what he meant."

"Wharf?"

"Yeah! He kept saying something about his wharf, you know, stuff like "My wharf, my wharf. I can't believe the bitch sold my wharf." Things like that."

As I looked around, sitting on a stack of mail just inside the door was a brown envelope, just like the one I received. "How 'bout that. Now you know what he was talking about."

"So, is that what you wanted to see?"

"That's it. I wanted to see what news station he had on."

"That's a pretty good deduction there Sherlock."

"Thank you, Watson." We laughed.

As we left the apartment, the brown envelope just happened to jump inside my jacket without Mac seeing it. 

"So, Mick, do you think this is what Teresa had in mind when she talked about revenge?"

"I wouldn't be surprised. I did talk to her a little while ago and she was surprised, but didn't sound heartbroken about it."

"Well, she is a woman scorned."

All I could do was shrug my shoulders. "By the way, how'd my friends make out with their bail yesterday?"

"The station bailed them out. If I heard right, it was about $10,000 each."

"That's not bad."

"It would have been higher, except the hearing officer knows you and said you are well capable of taking care of yourself and highly suggested they take the court's advice and order and stay the hell away from you before they get hurt. What did the boss say?"

"He tried to make it sound as if he was going to fire both of them and their manager for telling them to stay on me. I'll believe that when I see it."

"Do you think he knew about it?"

"I wouldn't be surprised. Regardless, this is one of those instances where shit flows upstream too."

I snickered as I told McNally I'd give him a call a little later.

I stopped by the little shop for two of their egg sandwiches, a couple pastries, and coffee. I made mine an extra large coffee, I needed it. When I got to the office, Carla was already fast at work, as usual. I put the food down on her desk. 

"So you did remember."

"Of course," I said with a smile. "Any calls?"

"The G.M. from the news station called and apologized about the Dipshit brothers. He'd like you to call him when you get the chance."

"Fuck him, and his news crew. He can talk to my attorney."

I went into my office and opened up the envelope just to make sure I got the right tape. Just what I would have needed was for Benny to subscribe to some movie of the month club. I popped it in the VCR player. It was the right one.

Carla watched me to make sure I didn't watch more than I needed to verify that it was the "one".

"So he never got the chance to watch it?", she asked.

"Nope. It was still sealed in the envelope."

"Are you telling Teresa?"

"Yes. I think I should, shouldn't I?"

"I guess so, but is she going to feel like a fool? She whores herself to a bunch of black guys just to get revenge, and then didn't even need it."

"Imagine, all she'd have had to do is sell the wharf to Murph. She didn't even have to go to California."

"Of course, maybe she had to vent all of that sexual frustration somehow."

"Is that what it's called now?", I asked as I walked back to my desk.

I picked up the phone and called Teresa. 

"Hi, Mick."

"I have something for you."

"Did you get it?"

"Of course. Stop by and pick it up when you get a chance. I'll be here all day, I hope."

"Okay Mick. Thanks. I'll be by in a little while."

As I hung up the phone, Carla turned up the radio. "Hey Mick..."

The morning news was on and the lead story was once again starring Benjamin Armacost. I walked over to Carla's desk and sat down. I listened to the report as we opened up our sandwiches. Whether the police didn't tell them everything or they omitted it for the sake of the family, more likely the first choice, the report came across like he simply had a nervous breakdown and fired a couple of shots off his balcony. Nothing was mentioned about the attempted suicide. That's good, at least for the family. 

After listening to that report, the normal boring "murder last night" stories came on. Carla turned the radio back down to its normal volume. "Mick. I was thinking..."

"Now there's a news story!", I said with a shit-eating smirk.

"Fuck you!", she replied. "Seriously. Maybe you'd be better off not telling Teresa that Armacost didn't see the tape."

"Why's that?"

"Think about it for a minute. She did all of that to make the tape to achieve what happened last night all by itself. Instead of what she did being in vain, wouldn't it be better for her to think she caused it? I mean, if I went to that length to piss somebody off and then it just happened on its own anyway... well, I just think she'd feel... more satisfied."

"You might be on to something." I thought about it for a minute. "Maybe you're right. If I don't say anything to her about where the tape was, she won't ask and will just assume that is what caused him to go over the edge."

"Sure. That way she feels like she accomplished what she set out to do."

I smiled as I stood up from the chair, leaned over and kissed Carla. "I knew I keep you around for something."

Carla smiled back at me as she sipped her coffee.

A short while later Teresa came through the door. She said hi to Carla as she passed through the outer office.

"Hi Mick."

"Teresa." I held the tape up. "Here you go. I hope this is the last of these floating around out there."

"It is. I told you, the copy you have, this one, the original that I have, and the one they kept to use as a model for the remake."

"That's good." I handed her the tape.

"How much do I owe you for this, Mick?"

"Nothing. This one's on the house."

"No, no. I want to pay you something."

"You've already paid me enough, Teresa. A partnership in a firm and all of that, plus what you already paid me for the other jobs."

"Are you sure? I don't want to take advantage of you."

"You're not taking advantage of me. Just keep it locked up in a safe place."

"I will. Thanks once again Mick." Teresa walked over and kissed me. "Do you know something? If I didn't know how serious you were about Carla, I'd jump your bones."

I almost blushed. "Wha..." Then my ego took over, saving my ass once again. "Well some day we may have to investigate that possibility." That's all I would need, a mother daughter combo along with Carla. I know I would die.

As Teresa wiggled out the door, saying good-bye to Carla on the way past, Carla looked over her shoulder at me. "Did I just hear her say what I think I heard her say?"

Knowing Carla heard correctly, "No, you were mistaken. She said we needed to pump up the volume on my phones."

"Uh huh! Sure Pheury. Just what you'd want, Holly and her mommy."

"What about you?"

"When I said I would stick around, even if there was another woman, I didn't mean for you to start a collection." Carla laughed.

"Don't worry. I don't think Holly would go for it either."

About an hour later, Holly came crashing through the front door, right past Carla and into my office.

"What the fuck is this?" She threw a tape on the desk in front of me. "Did you know about this?"

Like the typical male caught up in something, I said the first thing that popped into my mind, "What?"

"This tape with my mother. Did you know about it?"

"Sit down Holly." Carla came in and stood by the door.

Holly looked at Carla and then back at me. "Sit down, hell! Did you know about it?"

"Not exactly."

"Not exactly. That's just great! Not exactly means yes."

"No! Not exactly means I didn't know about it before she did it."

Holly took a deep breath. I could tell she needed to cry but I wanted to make sure she knew what happened first. Women have a tendency of becoming vulnerable and forgetting everything said during a good cry. I walked around from behind the desk and took her by the arm. "Here Holly, sit down. I'll tell you what I know."

Holly sat in the chair.

"I got this package on Monday. It was the video. After I saw what it was I called your mother. She told me that this was the only thing she could think of that would set your father off. She told me how your father had tried talking her into doing it with a couple of black guys while he watched."

"What? Oh, come on Pheury, you can do better than that."

"Seriously, Holly. That's what she told me. She said he was really mad with her that she wouldn't do it. After the thing with Stacy Schmidt, just to piss him off, she hired a film studio in California to make it. She only had the original and two copies made." I forgot to tell her about the one the studio kept.

"Did you know that's why she was going to California?"

"No. You know I was trying to figure out what she was up to. Remember? You were the one that told me where she went."

"Mick, I'm sorry. I don't mean to blame you. Last night I was looking for a movie to watch. My mother went to bed early and I wasn't tired. This one doesn't have a label on it so I put it in to see what it was."

"Did you say anything to your mother?"

"No. How am I supposed to ask my mother why she's in a porn movie with a bunch of black guys? I wanted to wake her up. I started to, but then I started asking myself why?"

"Holly, after I saw what it was, I called your mother. The one thing she asked me was to make sure you didn't see this. I think it would be best if you didn't let on that you've seen it.

"That's going to be hard to do, Mick. Seeing my mother turn into a whore? I don't know. I just don't know."

"Remember something. Your mother was hurt when she found out your father was fooling around on her. She wanted revenge. This was the one thing she thought would really get to him. That's the only reason she did it. It wasn't for fun. She was angry." 

"Did she really say my father wanted her to fuck a black guy?"

"He wanted to WATCH her fuck a black guy, or a couple of black guys. That's what she said, and from what I've heard from other people, including the police, he liked watching."

Holly stared at me for a few seconds. "You mean he is a voyeur?"

"That's what I'm hearing."

"So, on top of being an adulterer, he's a pervert."

I couldn't help but chuckle, especially with the expression on her face. "There is, or I guess was, a club downtown, one of these secret password type clubs, that put on shows for some very "well to do" members. Your father was one of them."




Mick the Dick Ch. 37



"How do you know?"

"He was there when the police raided it. Apparently his name showed up on their records. A lot of their records."

"Oh, that's just great, a well documented pervert."

"I wouldn't say well documented, but apparently he was a regular at that place. Stacy Schmidt apparently had a fantasy about black guys, so there may be some sort of tie there."

"What about my mother? Was she ever there?"

I shook my head emphatically. "I don't think so. I don't even think she knew he went there."

Holly just stared out the window. I think the realization was setting in. Her eyes filled up with tears as she continued trying to keep from crying. 

Carla, who was now standing behind Holly, placed her one hand on Holly's shoulder. "Let it out. It doesn't do any good to hold it back."

Holly tilted her head so it rested on Carla's hand, rubbing it with her cheek. Then she began to cry. She cupped her hands over her face. Carla stooped down next to her and hugged her as she released all of the frustration she had built up since seeing the video.

After a few minutes, she started to gain her composure. "Mick, did my father see it? Is that what set him off?"

I looked at Carla for some input. She nodded. "I think so. Actually, I think it was a couple of things. The selling of the old wharf, the video, and probably this whole mess just kind of piled on him at one time."

"Did he really try to commit suicide?"

"From what I've been told, yes. He took some pills, chased them down with some booze, and then when the SWAT team went in after him, he pointed the gun at his head. Fortunately, he had used up all of his bullets shooting in the air from his balcony."

"I don't believe this. It's just one thing piled on top of another."

"Welcome to the real world."

"Yeah, but Mick, when will this end? I mean, what else can happen?"

"Well, I think most of this is done. Your father is in the funny farm, your mother, well her fate is in your hands. If you forget about the video, I think she would rather forget she ever did it. I don't think she realized the damage she could have done." 

"But won't my father tell anyone? What about the doctors? Won't he tell them?"

"If he'd even remember any of it... You have to remember, he was pretty much out of it. He probably doesn't even remember seeing it."

"I hope. But now, how long will he be in the hospital?"

"I don't know. That all depends. Once they think he no longer poses a threat to himself or anyone else, they can release him."

"Or until his insurance runs out."

"I don't think that will be an issue."

"I hope not," Holly replied, "I hope they keep him in there for a good long time. He needs help. You know, Mick, between him and my mother, I don't know who's worse. I hope stupidity isn't hereditary."

"Let's hope not. If so, you have your work cut out for you."



Mick the Dick Ch. 38



After work, especially after a day like this, I just had to hit Murphy's Pub. This was one of those days I'd like to live upstairs from Murphy's so I could drink and not worry about having to drive. I had to deal with getting the tape back, talking to Teresa, get yelled at by Holly, and sicking my attorney on the biggest news station in the city.

On the way to Murphy's I took a little detour past a liquor store and picked up a bottle of bourbon and one of tequila. After the last couple of weeks, I had put a serious dent on my supply at the house.

Carla had taken a detour past her apartment to change clothes which meant we would probably get there around the same time. When I drove past the front of Murphy's. There was this familiar little red Corvette convertible parked out front. A couple of cars in front of it was a silver Mercedes convertible. Naa! As much as I wanted to go to Murphy's, I wasn't ready to deal with that.

I pulled around the corner and called Carla on the cell.

"How 'bout we go to my place and order out?"

"Sure, but I thought you wanted to go to Murphy's."

"I did, but considering there is a red Vette and silver Benz parked out front, I'd rather have a nice QUIET dinner and a few drinks with you."

"I'll meet you at your house."

The more I thought about it the more I really wanted to just relax. A couple extra drinks, soaking in the hot tub, I'd be like a new man... especially with the right company.

Now, what was I in the mood for? Pizza? Well, yeah. I'm always in the mood for Pizza. Mexican? There's the answer. Carla loves Mexican, especially with her tequila. And guess what? There's a full bottle on the seat next to me. And guess what? There's a Mexican carry-out on the way.

Still being a little paranoid about my best buddies, the Dipshit brothers, I was watching in my rearview mirror. There wasn't anything obvious. And the way I drive, someone would have to drive at least as bad as me to stay with me, right?

I stopped by the Mexican place and picked up a half-dozen tacos, "fajitas por dos", fajitas for two, and two fried ice creams. While I was waiting for the food, I ran next door and picked up two six packs of Corona. I figured we could have our own little Mexican celebration for... well... anything.

When I got to the house, Carla's car was in the driveway. She doesn't have a key to my house, at least I don't think she does. Maybe she does. I tried the front door and it was still locked. I went inside and deactivated the alarm. Okay, I know she isn't inside. I went to the back door and looked out. There she was, already in the hot tub.

I unlocked the door and went out onto the deck, arms full of goodies. 

"Now how did you know I was in the mood for Mexican?", Carla asked as I stumbled my way to the table with the bags.

"That's my profession, ma'am."

Carla got out of the tub with nothing on. She leaned over and picked up a bottle of tequila from next to the tub. "See?"

"Excuse me, ma'am, but there are laws in this community about running around naked in public, it's called indecent exposure."

Carla stopped and looked at me. She assumed a slightly exaggerated modeling pose. "Do you think this is indecent?"

"No ma'am. I don't. It would make a rather nice ad for Jose' Cuervo."

"Nobody can see back here anyway." She slipped a black blouse on.

Carla walked over and gave me a kiss. She opened the bag to see what I picked up. I took the bag with the fried ice cream and put it in the freezer. When I walked back onto the deck with two shot glasses for the tequila, Carla had already opened a bottle of Corona and killed it. She had a taco in her other hand and took a healthy bite out of it as I walked towards her.

"I'm sorry, but I'm hungry."

"Go right ahead. I'll catch up."

I took the bottle of tequila Carla had already opened and poured each of us a shot. "Where'd you get this?", I asked holding up the bottle.

"I stopped and picked it up on the way. I noticed you were getting a little low the other night. I almost stopped and picked up the food, but then I thought you might not be in the mood."

"In the mood for what?", I asked with a devilish grim.

"Mexican food."

"Oh! That!?"

"Pheury!"

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah, I know, you're always in the mood."

"You have a lot of room to talk, running around naked like that."

I pulled a taco from the bag and opened a Corona. I sat the beer down and picked up my shot of tequila, "Here's looking at you kid."

Carla picked up her shot and returned the toast. "Cheers!"

We finished off a six pack, half of the bottle of tequila, and all of the food before we even got into the hot tub. I went inside and slipped out of my clothes. Just in case someone stopped by, I put on a pair of swim shorts. On my way back out, I took the fried ice creams out of the freezer.

"Oops! We almost forgot the best part.", Carla said as I approached the tub.

"I didn't. I've been saving the best for last."

Along with such delicacies as Corona, Pacifico, tequila of any brand, and Mexican food in general, the most important single contribution to society from Mexico has to be fried ice cream. Even though it is best when served right out of the fryer, warm on the outside - cold on the inside, a lot like my ex-wife, fried ice cream is great any way at all.

Carla and I sat on the edge of the hot tub and enjoyed our dessert. We chased it down with the tequila and another beer. 

The rest of the night was very much like the other evenings Carla and I had been spending together lately. We relaxed in the hot tub for a while and then went inside and made love. That's right love, not just sex. I was really, really enjoying having her around all the time. Yet, I was still hesitant on mentioning either of the two "M" words that have a tendency to ruin relationships, "move-in" or "marriage".

I felt as though Carla would do either, and even though she had never come right out and said so, I think she'd love to have a kid. Me? I always thought about it, but now, at my age, I can't imagine having some rug rat running around. Hell, I'd be mid-60's by the time they'd graduate from high school. 

In the morning, Carla had gotten up and had breakfast done before I dragged my sorry ass out of bed. I ate, did a little workout in the gym, and then went for a little run. Naturally, I made the little detour past the gun safe on the way out. Something was telling me I was going to have company.

I walked down the driveway scanning around a bit. To my right, I saw a bright blue import parked where there normally aren't any cars. All of the American made Japanese cars look alike these days so I wasn't sure what make it was. It also had dark tint on the windows so I couldn't tell how many occupants there were. Because of the terrain and shrubs, I don't think they could have seen me yet, so I ran back inside to grab my cell phone. I quickly told Carla what was up. She wanted to come with me, but I told her no. "If I need you, I'll call."

I started on my trek once again. This time, I left by way of the back door and cut through the back yards of two of my neighbors. This would put me behind where the blue car is parked. This would give me the opportunity to run past the car and see if it was occupied and maybe identify who it was. 

I ran down the driveway as if it were mine and out into the street. As I got near the car I stopped and acted as though one of my shoes needed to be retied. With the help of the rising sun shining through the opposite side of the car I could barely make out one occupant, the driver. I couldn't make out enough to identify him. 

I took off up the street once again, giving him plenty of chance to make his move, if that was his intent. I made it all of the way to the park before I actually saw that the car was following me. Oh, I knew it was following me. My sixth sense radar was actively pinging away letting me know it was back there, but this was the first time the driver slipped just enough for me to see the sun bounce off the chrome trim.

Trying to see just how good this person was at trying to trail someone, I deviated from my normal path and darted directly into the woods. I could see the blue car speed up and turn into the parking lot of the park. Once I was far enough into the woods, I stopped so I could see what the driver was going to do. The driver got out of the car and ran back towards where I had entered the woods. 

I was totally expecting another encounter with the Dipshit brothers, but was fooled. I didn't recognize this guy. He was a little younger than either of the Dipshits. I guess I'll call him O'Shit. He must be an Irish cousin. He was dressed in a pair of khaki pants and a bright red golf shirt. So much for camouflage. I took off towards where I hoped the trail would be. Even with the age difference, I hoped I could outrun him on a cleared surface. The sticks and leaves were advertising my position to him. Luckily, there was that slight echo associated with most woods that hopefully was throwing him off just a little.

When I finally got to the trail, I went to the left, back towards the parking lot. Remember how I told you the trail went in a type of a loop? Well most of the trail does. I don't know how I ended up on this trail but it led me right to a stream. "If I remember right," I thought to myself, "the other trail comes close to stream too."

The trail I am on continues on the other side of the stream. Nope, I didn't want to go that way, so I started along the bank. I could hear O'Shit still trailing me. I made it to the loop trail and made a left. This was looking familiar now. I was able to make up for lost time. 

I made it to the split where I confused the Dipshit brothers the other day when I saw Laura jogging towards me. 

"Hi, Mick. Good to see you again."

"I can't talk right now, Laura."

"Trying to lose a tail again, Mick."

That stopped me dead in my tracks. "Tail?!?"

Laura pulled a small badge case from her waste sack. She flipped it open. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw her gold colored State Police badge and I.D. card. "I found out what happened the other morning when we met."

"Ahh! Okay. Yes, someone is following me again."

"Do you want to find out who they are, or do you already know. Maybe your news friends?"

"It's not either of the ones from the other day."

"Just one?"

"Yep! Just one."

We could hear the pitter patter of little feet running down the trail.

"Hide behind that tree, Mick." She pointed to a big tree just off the trail.

As O'Shit came down the trail towards Laura, she flipped her badge out. "Sir! State Police. I need to talk to you."

O'Shit had an "oh shit" look on his face as he hit the brakes. His feet tangled forcing him to stumbled, trip, and go airborne right into Laura, knocking her down. O'Shit struck his head on one of the logs that lines the trail, knocking himself out. 

I took my cue and jumped out from behind the tree and ran over to Laura who was shaking off the blow. 

"Are you okay?", I asked her as I reached down to help her up.

"Yeah, I think so. Did you get the tag number of that truck?", she asked with a giggle.

I helped Laura to her feet, "Ooo! Ouch! I think I hurt something." She couldn't put her weight down on her right foot. So I helped her to sit on one of the logs. "You better check on him."

I rolled O'Shit over onto his back. He moaned a little as he started to regain consciousness. He had one heck of a knot right in the center of his forehead. He raised his hands up to his head.

"I think he's okay."

"I think I sprained my ankle," she said, "it hurts like a mutha."

I took a look at Laura's ankle. I rubbed it lightly. "Does that hurt?"

"No. That actually feels pretty good." Laura chuckled, "Considering that's the wrong ankle."

I could feel myself blush, "Oops! Sorry about that." I looked at her other ankle. It was swelling up pretty good.

"Don't be sorry, it took my mind off the other one. Now if you could only do that to my butt. That's what I landed on." We both laughed.

By that I noticed someone running up the trail from the parking lot. As she got to the split in the trail, I saw that it was Carla. She stopped and gave me a look of instant murder. 

"Ah hah! Going for a run. Being tailed again, huh?"

"Ah, Carla, wait a second."

Laura spoke up. "I'm a State Trooper..."

"And I'm a don't give a shit!"

Laura held up her badge and I.D., "No, I really am. This guy," she pointed to O'Shit, "was following Mick and fell into me when we tried to stop him to find out what he was doing. Right, Mick?"

"That's right." 

Carla looked over at O'Shit who was just starting to sit up, still rubbing his head.

"I'm sorry, Mick," Laura whispered, "I didn't know you were married. I don't even know your last name."

I started to laugh nervously, "I'm not married. This isn't my wife. Carla, this is Laura. Laura, Carla, my girlfriend and girl Friday."

Both girls looked at each other and smiled. They both turned towards me and started laughing. I guess it was one of those female E.S.P. things us men wouldn't understand.

"Ahhh, what happened?", O'Shit moaned as he finished sitting up.

"You just assaulted a Trooper.", I said.

His eyes bugged out like a cartoon. "I what? No I didn't. I tripped. I didn't mean to run into her."

"So you admit you ran into her."

"No! I mean, yes. I mean, it was an accident. I didn't mean to."

"Who are you?"

"My name is Al Jones. I'm a private investigator, just like you." He pulled out his identification and handed me a business card.

"Not just like me. I'm not laying in the mud and poison ivy."

He jumped up to his feet. "Poison ivy?!? I'm allergic to that stuff."

"I know most of the private dicks around here, I've never seen you before."

"I'm actually from out of town. One of Mr. Armacost's friends recommended me. Mr. Armacost wanted someone you wouldn't know."

"Who's your client?"

"I can't tell you that. You know that's privileged information."

"Okay. Then I guess we'll have to wait until you get to trial on the assaulting a police officer charge."

"I didn't assault any police officer. I fell."

"That's not what I saw. I saw this Trooper identify herself to you and you attacked her, knocking her to the ground."

"Alright, alright. I was hired by Benjamin Armacost."

"Armacost?"

"That's right. He thinks you are having an affair with his wife."

Oh no! Here we go again. "He thinks I'm having an affair with his wife? He really is screwed up, isn't he?"

"Look, can we discuss this over tea?"

"Tea? How about coffee?"

"I can't drink coffee, but I'll take a tea."

"Okay. But I think we better get her to the hospital first."

Laura stood up. "No, I think I'll be fine, Mick. I'll just put some ice on it, if I can get some help to my car."

"Sure. Put your arm around my shoulders." I put my arm around her waist and pulled her tight against me. Carla watched every move.

As we got to the parking lot, I helped Laura get in her car. "How are you going to explain this?", I asked her.

"Well, I could write up a report that you asked for my assistance and say what happened. That way, just in case I need to do a workman's comp claim. Besides, that would be an injury in the line of duty and I wouldn't have to take sick time."

I handed her O'Shit's business card and one of mine. I wrote my home number on the back. "In case you need anything, call me."

Laura handed me one of her cards. "I think I'll be okay. I think it's just a sprain. I'm off the next two days anyway."

"Well, let me know how you're doing."

"Okay." She moved a little closer to whisper, "Can I still cash in on the butt rub?"

"Sure thing. Call me."

Carla was on the other side of her car. She couldn't hear, but she sure acted like she could.

"Well Mr. Jones. Your reputation is on the line here, not to mention your license. One professional to another, I'm going to extend a little professional courtesy to you. Meet me at the little coffee shop up the block from my office in an hour."

"Yes sir, Mr. Pheury. I'll be there."

As I turned to get into Carla's car, she was pulling out of the driveway. "Oops!"

I turned towards Jones O'Shit, "You'd better make that an hour and a half."

"Can I give you a lift?"

"No, I should finish my run anyway. Thanks." I jogged towards the street and my house.

By the time I got to my house, Carla was already gone. I was wondering if she was really pissed off or just teasing me. All of the things I have done to her that should have given her a reason to be pissed off, I can't imagine why she'd get mad at this. She had to be fucking with me.

I showered and shaved, the other "S" I took care of earlier. I made my way to the office and had a few minutes to spare. I ran up to the office before meeting Jones O'Shit. 

I walked through the door. "Hi, Schweetheart."

Carla just looked up at me and back to her computer. "I thought you have a meeting."

"I do, in about 10 minutes. I wanted to see you first."

"Haa!"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, just haa!"

"Why'd you drive off and leave me on the lot?"

"Since when do you need any help?"

She took me by surprise. "What do you mean by that?"

"You said you didn't need my help, but then you ask for it from a female trooper."

"I didn't ask her for it. She just happened to be there. And I didn't say I didn't need your help, I told you if I needed it I would call you. Is that what this is about?"

Carla continued what she was doing on her computer.

"I'm going down to meet O'Shit. I'll be back in a few minutes. Do you want me to bring you something back?"

"No! If I need something, I'll get it myself."

Okay, now I knew she was fucking with me. When she acts this way, why marry her? She already knows how to act like a wife.

I went to the little shop and grabbed a table. I ordered a cinnamon raisin bagel with cream cheese, a large coffee, and a small orange juice. As my order came to the table, Jones came into the shop. He saw me and walked over and sat down. His clothes were still rather dirty from our earlier encounter. The knot on his head was now very pronounced giving him a unicornish appearance.

"I'm sorry I'm late, Mr. Pheury. I had a problem finding a parking spot."

"That's okay. And the name is Mick or Pheury, drop the mister crap." I casually took a bite out of my bagel. "Would you like something?"

"Okay, Mick. I'm Al. And a cup of tea with milk and one sugar will be great."

"Okay Al. Why are you following me around?"

"Armacost thinks his wife is fooling around on him."

"So, Armacost thinks I'm having an affair with his wife?"

"I don't know. He thinks she's fucking around with somebody. Look Mick, I was asked to follow you around and see if you are the one. That's all. This morning, when you took off into the woods, I didn't want to lose you. That's the only reason I followed you. I was afraid you were going to double back on me and I'd lose you when you went to work."

"But why does he think it's me having an affair with Teresa?"

"Somebody told him how tight you are with the owner of Murphy's Pub. She's selling the wharf to them. The night he got caught with Stacy What's-her-name, you were there. And he claims he saw you at a sports bar downtown with her. He thinks you keep showing up."

"He has lost it. Yes, I am tight with Murphy. The night he was caught I drove one of his guest's limo. And, the night he saw me with someone at a sports bar downtown, I was sitting next to his daughter. He even introduced us. I think he's confused and grabbing at straws."

"So, do I have your word, one professional to another that you are not having an affair with Teresa Armacost?"

"You have my word as a professional and a gentleman." Alright, so I lied about the gentleman part, but only as much as he could accept it as a professional.




Mick the Dick Ch. 38



"By the way Al, how long have you been following me around?"

"Today was the first day. I must say mister, I mean, Mick that you're counter surveillance tactics are quite good. I thought I was being very cautious and you still picked up on me."

"When did Armacost hire you?"

"Yesterday." I thought I had him. "I got a call to stop by the hospital and see his attorney."

"His attorney? At the hospital?" Time to play a little stupid, just a little.

"Yes, he's in the hospital, ever since that little episode a couple of nights ago. His attorney is the only one he talks to."

"Oh, yeah! That's right. I almost forgot. How long is he going to be in there?"

"I'm not sure, but I think a while. He is a little, how should I put it, stressed out? All he does is stare out the window and mumble "that bitch, that bitch"."

"Oh, that's a shame." I hate seeing anybody lose it like that, even when they deserve it.

"Well, look. I'm sorry about this morning, but I'm sure you understand."

"Of course I do. By the way, can I have another one of your cards, I gave mine to the trooper."

"Sure." He went into his pocket, pulled out his business card holder, and handed me one. Then he gave me a couple more. "Just in case."

I looked at the card a little closer this time. He was a little far from home. "Al, how come you came all the way here for this case? I see you're from the other side of the state."

"The money, naturally."

"You're kind of in the high rent district, aren't you?"

"Yeah, but not by choice. Everything out that way is high rent."

"Damn, if I didn't mind the competition I'd talk you into moving your office here. Do you work by yourself?"

"Yes, it's just me. That's one of the reasons I thought I'd have it made out there, there aren't too many P.I.'s. But, to tell you the truth, there isn't a whole lot of work either. I take it you have enough to stay busy?"

"Most of the time. I mean, things get slow, just like with any profession, but I do okay."

"Well, you do have a good reputation, Mick. It's no wonder you can stay busy. Let's stay in touch."

On the way out, I grabbed a bagel and cup of coffee for Carla. Even with her acting like a wife, I felt I should try to make-up. After all, she did actually come check on my safety this morning.



Mick the Dick Ch. 39



I walked into the office, walked over to Carla's desk, placed the bag on her desk and, without saying a word, continued into my office. She opened the bag, took the bagel out. It was her favorite, blueberry with butter only.

"Thanks Mick!" she yelled to me.

I just nodded my head. She picked up her coffee and walked into my office. She stood in the doorway for a few moments as if waiting for an invitation. I turned and looked at her.

"I'm sorry I acted like such a bitch this morning."

"That's okay, even though you did."

"I don't know what came over me. I should have known better. For some reason, when you said you didn't need me to go with you, I took it as you not wanting my help."

"I told you that wasn't what I meant."

"I know, and then when I saw you holding her ankle and laughing... I've never been the jealous type."

"I know. All is forgiven. And Carla," she looked at me, "thanks for coming out to check on me." Carla smiled. "Now get your ass back to work." Carla saluted me with her middle finger as she did an about face and went back to her desk.

"Oh, give Murph a call when you get the chance."

"Anything important?"

"I don't think so. He didn't really say. I think it was about the new office."

"He probably got a higher bid than mine."

"That wouldn't be hard to do."

I called Murph. As usual, I got his voice mail. Murph is very good at calling people back. About 5 minutes later, he called.

"Hiya partner.", he said as I answered.

"What's up?"

"Did you ever decide on which office you were going to take?"

"Do you mean if the deal goes through?"

"Oh, the deal is through. Our attorneys are finishing it up this week. It's all done except for the crying when I hand Teresa the check. Even if it hadn't gone, I thought you were moving down here. I told you I'd let you have it for whatever you're paying there."

"Even the penthouse?"

"Sure, the fifth floor rear office. Is that what you want?"

"If that's alright. I like that one."

"You just want a place for Carla to sunbathe."

"No! You just want me to have a place where Carla can sunbathe."

"Yeah! Well, that too."

"Okay. If you're sure you want me as a tenant..."

"Tenant? You're a partner, remember?"

"Yeah, right. Like I said Murph, I'll believe it when it happens."

"Okay, I'll bet your first month's rent on it."

"Wait a minute, I thought partners get their office as part of the compensation."

"They do."

"So how does that first month's rent work if the wharf falls through?"

"If the partnership doesn't go through, you have to pay your first month's rent."

"Murph, you're losing me again."

"I know. You can move in anytime you're ready."

"Okay, partner. I'll see you after work."

I poked my head out into Carla's office, "You'd better start packing things when you have some free time."

"Why? You firing me?"

"Nope we can move to our new penthouse office any time we're ready."

"OH BOY!!! I'm starting now."

I called my current landlord and let him know I wasn't renewing the lease. He wasn't very happy about it, but he's not a happy kind of person anyway. It wasn't like he wouldn't get someone relatively quick. The offices and shops around here have a high occupancy rate. It has some of the best lease rates around town and the turnover rate is just high enough to keep new businesses showing up from time to time, keeping the area from going stagnant.

I was one of the only tenants that were still around from when I moved here almost 15 years ago. I had very few complaints and made sure I told him so. He asked if I would try to get someone to take my office. He trusted my recommendations and knew I wouldn't solicit some low life to take it. I told him I would. As a matter of fact, I had an idea.

I gave Jones O'Shit, errr, Al Jones a call on his cell. 

"Hi Al. It's Mick Pheury."

"Hi Mister Phe..., I mean Mick. What can I do for you?"

"This morning, when we were talking about your rent and amount of business, did you ever consider moving down this way?"

"Oh, I'd love to, but I don't know if I could afford it. I think you have everything sewn up around here and the offices are probably just as much as up where my office is."

"Well, I wouldn't exactly say I have it sewn up, there are quite a few very good P.I.'s around here. The reason I said something, I'm moving my office. I'm staying in the city, but this office is going to be available next month and it is very reasonable. I could put a good word in for you with my landlord. As far as business, I know I could throw a few your way from time to time."

"That's a very generous proposition, Mick. I appreciate that. Let me have your landlord's number. I'll give them a call."

I gave Al the phone number and told him to stop by when he gets a chance, just to look it over. When I got off the phone, Carla was standing in the doorway.

"What? Not enough competition for you?"

"Carla, this guy is a nice guy, but not exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer. Trust me, he won't pose too much of a threat, competition wise. Besides, he'll give me someone to drop some of the cases I don't want to handle on."

"Okay, I just wanted to make sure you weren't getting too comfortable with your partnership."

"No. I'm not."

A little while later Carla answered the phone and talked to whoever it was for a while. Then she yelled in to me that it was Holly.

I picked up the phone. "Hi Holly."

"How come you didn't stop by Murphy's last night? Mom and I were there."

"Oh, were you? I was so tired, I just needed to relax."

"That's what Carla was just telling me. Poor baby, all of this hard work getting to you?"

"I guess so."

"Are you going to be at Murphy's after work?"

"Probably. It's not too often I miss two weekdays in a row at Murph's."

"Maybe I'll see you there."

"Okay. I see you then."

Well, everything was getting back to normal, or as normal as they can be around here. My sudden popularity in this town had Carla and me very busy for the rest of the afternoon. Even though the newspaper stories didn't exactly confirm my involvement in the fall of Benjamin Armacost, the grapevine in this town was on my side for a change. I was even asked to help out with a possible kidnapping of one of our rich and famous.

I was on my way to meet my 'ol pal Sergeant McNally on the "fashionable" west side of town. He had called me about a missing person case where the husband suddenly decided not to have the police involved. That usually means one of two things; the husband found out who the wife was fooling around with or she'd been kidnapped. You know how kidnappers on television always tell the person they're trying to get the ransom from not to call the police? Well, that's what really happens. The husband, the "ransomee", had mentioned wanting to call me and Mac wanted to fill me in first.

Anyway, on the way to meet with him I happened to see this pretty silver Mercedes convertible driving up the road in front of me. As I got closer I noticed the driver, Teresa Armacost. She had a passenger. 

The main road to the west side of town goes directly past the hospital where Benjamin Armacost is committed, and sure enough, Teresa turned in the driveway. "Isn't that nice," I thought, "she's stopping by to see him." 

I thought I'd follow her to the parking lot just to say hi. Naturally, I wanted to see who was with her as well. You know, my curious nature and all that. Funny thing, she drove past the main entrance and visitor parking lot. Instead she drove around to the rear of the hospital. She turned around on a small lot near some maintenance buildings and faced the main hospital building. She just sat there for a few minutes. Then she leaned over and started kissing her passenger. He was some black guy I didn't recognize. Teresa was really getting into it. 

I slowly drove past Teresa and her "friend" wondering what she was up to. That's when it dawned on me. I turned around a short distance down the driveway and started back past Teresa's car. As I looked up at the windows of the main building of the hospital, I could make out the silhouette of a figure in the one window on the 3rd floor. "That's cruel," I thought to myself, "but, what the fuck? I guess it's all part of her plan."

I started back out of the driveway when I saw a blue import pulling in. It was Jones O'Shit. I quickly called Teresa's cell phone. She answered.

"Mick. I'm a little busy right now, can I call you back?"

"NO! Listen! You are about to have company. Your old man's private detective is heading your way."

"That's okay, I'm not at home."

"I know that. I know where you are."

"Where?"

"No time for quizzes, Teresa. Get the hell out of there, NOW!"

Jones drove past me without a glance. He pulled onto the visitor lot and was just getting out of his car when Teresa drove past him. He didn't even notice her car. He didn't even notice me when he drove past on the way in. "That there is one hell of a trained observer."

My cell phone rang as I turned back onto the main road. It was Teresa.

"What the hell was all of that about, Mick?"

"Your old man has a private detective."

"And what were you doing, following me?" I could tell there was a touched nerve in her voice.

"No. I saw you pull into the hospital and just wanted to say hi."

"When the hell were you going to tell me about his private detective?"

"When I got the chance. He had been following me this morning, not you."

"Why would he follow you?"

"Benjamin thinks you and I have been fooling around."

"I wish we were, but why would he think that?"

"I don't know. I had a talk with his P.I. this morning, after I caught him following me. He didn't know why either, but he was being paid to follow me, so that's what he was doing."

"Did he follow you to the hospital?"

"Nope."

"Was he following me? Oh, I hope not."

"I don't think so. He pulled in too late. Besides, I probably would have seen him back there somewhere. Anyway, who's your friend?"

"Just a friend of a friend. It's not how it looks, Mick. We weren't really doing anything. It was fake."

"I think it's exactly the way it looks."

"No it isn't, really. I just drove out here to aggravate Benjamin. His room overlooks that rear lot. All he does is stare out the window all day. I just wanted to make sure he knew I was still thinking about him."

"That's why I said it was exactly how it looks. I figured out what you were up to. Teresa, have you ever heard the phrase "kicking a man when he's down"? You just added an entirely new dimension to it. I hope I never piss you off."

"Thanks Mick. I appreciate the tip. That would have ruined the whole thing if I'd been caught doing this. After all, a half dozen times is probably enough to keep him going for a while."

"A half dozen?"

"Yeah, this was my sixth time down here doing this."

"You are a ruthless, heartless woman, Teresa Armacost."

"I never used to be. I had a big heart for that man. He's the one that blew it."

"It's probably a good thing those windows have bars, he'd probably jump out."

"Oh well, you can't have everything."

"You're probably right. Keep your eyes open for a bright blue Japanese car. That's what his P.I. drives."

"Who is this private detective anyway? Do you know him?"

"I didn't until today. He's not up to my standards, but I think he's alright."

"Is he from around here?"

"No. I guess Benjamin's attorneys are playing it safe. He's from out of town."

"Oh. I was wondering why you wouldn't have known him."

"I think that's what they were hoping. They couldn't use someone I'd recognize."

"I'll talk to you later, Mick. Thanks."

"Okay, Teresa. Later."

We hung up and I continued on to meet McNally. He filled me in on Tony Romeo and the disappearance of his wife, Maria. While I was getting the lowdown from Mac, Carla called to tell me that Mr. Romeo called about seeing me and asked me to stop by.

Ahh! Nothing like new material.

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So, it looks like Benjamin Armacost is going to be a little tied up for a while, I think Teresa is going to make sure of that. I'm not sure if his watching his wife making out with a black guy outside his padded cell is having quite the impact it would had he seen the video of her, but what the fuck, right? I wonder what impact his "cracking up" is going to have on all of the trials he has pending. I'm sure he's heading for an early retirement, if he's smart. The law firm has some good muscle and can survive his retirement. Hell, the way people are these days, they'll forget everything about Armacost over the last few weeks anyway. His property may be another issue, at least that which is controlled by Teresa. 

Teresa Armacost is still applying her revenge to Benjamin. I just wonder how much of this her with black guys is a game, or is the old adage about "once you go black" true? It's still nice of her to help set me up for a very promising future and to help Murph and his family, and probably that entire area of town for that matter, achieve something they would have thought impossible two weeks ago. If I get a chance, I might even see if I can buy some of this property she has before Benny finds a way of stopping her.

Holly was still trying to figure out which one of her parents she has the biggest issue with. Meantime she is finding sexuality she never knew existed. I don't know how long I can keep her around, but with us becoming business partners in the very near future, I'd better watch myself.

Carla? Well Carla is Carla. She is definitely a one of a kind. I'm still wondering why a fabulous girl like her is hooked on some guy like me. Oh, I'm not complaining. I'm just concerned that one day she is going to wake up and find out what I've been telling her is true, she deserves better than me.

As for me, I think it is time to take a partner. NO, NO, NO!!! Not a wife, not a domestic partner, a private detective partner. I have a lot of work coming in and Carla has been wanting to become a private detective anyway. Yeah, I know what you're thinking, I really should ask her to marry me, right? I'm still not ready for that. But I have been thinking about it. You should be happy I've gone that far. Two weeks ago, I'd have never considered it. We have a new office to move into and I'll have some new responsibility in Murphy's Properties.

As for everybody else, Murph is going to be getting his dream, the space needed to enlarge the Pub, spreading the revitalization effort to the waterfront, and getting the property he needed to make it happen. The Schmidt's are still apart and I don't see things changing there. McNally said he wants to be a cop forever, we'll see. 

Speaking of seeing, I'll see you all later in Mick the Dick II, The Case of the Handsome Ransom.

THE END (finally!)