18 comments/ 32359 views/ 10 favorites J.J. and His Sin (Cyn) By: woodmanone If you have read any of my stories you know that they don't have any graphic sex scenes in them. This one is no exception. Constructive comments are welcome and appreciated. If you like or even dislike the story take a moment to comment or send me an email. You comments help me to grow and improve as a writer. Thanks for taking the time to read my work and please enjoy. * As I sit on the tailgate of my truck, I think back over the last few years. There has been sadness, anger, retribution, happiness, and most important my love for another person. My wife and I had a difficult event to deal with but now we can see a light at the end of the tunnel; and it's not a train coming that will run over us. I hope I have time to finish drinking the three fingers of Gentleman Jack in my glass. You see I'm expecting guests to arrive any minute now, don't you know. Well not guests really; I don't think those guys will be coming here to socialize. You see the police are coming to arrest me. AGAIN. Ah, here they come now. Okay I've been arrested, without resisting I might add, and transported to the jail. Once again I was booked, given prison clothes, and put in a cell. It's not my first time at this party you know; I have been here twice before. I will have to wait until tomorrow morning some time before I can go before a judge to be arraigned and held over for trial. There is another guy in the holding cell; he looks familiar. He was stretched out on one of the beds and raised his head as they brought me in. "Hey, didn't I see you here about six months ago when I was in here for being drunk and disorderly?" he said. "I'm Dale by the way." "Yes that was me. I remember you too; I'm JJ. My hands were bandaged and you helped me get some water," I answered. "What are you in for this time Dale?" "Drunk and disorderly again. When I'm at my favorite bar and that asshole that stole my wife comes in, I get drunk and disorderly." "Why don't you change bars?" "That prick took everything I had; my wife, my car, my house, and even my damn dog. I'll be damned if he's going to take my bar," he said indignantly. "So what are you doing back here again, JJ?" "It's a long story Dale." "We're not going anywhere and we got nothing but time," he reminded me. "Guess you're right. Okay, the reason I'm here actually happened about a year and a half ago and my visits to these modest accommodations started then." ******************** My name is James Jerrod Kelley and I met my wife Cynthia when I was 31. A little later in life than most young couples but she was worth waiting for. It wasn't that I was repulsive because the women I dated, and there were a lot of them through the years, said that I had roguish good looks. They didn't seem to mind the scar on my face that runs from my right ear across my cheek almost to the corner of my mouth; the ladies said that it made me look dashing. Whatever that meant. I'm a little over six feet, with very dark hair which makes my blue eyes stand out. I'm well built with muscles earned from hard work and not from a gym. I rescued Cynthia and her vintage Mustang from the side of the road. Her car had broken down and I pulled over to help her. Cynthia was a tall, leggy, tight bodied, redhead with green eyes and a sprinkling of freckles across her nose. I like to think that I would have stopped even if she hadn't of been so pretty. Cynthia was wearing a man's shirt tied below her breasts, a pair of cut off shorts , and wedge sandals that made her legs look like they ran all the way up to heaven and back. She wore very little make up and looked sexy and wholesome at the same time. I was in lust at first sight. I parked my big Ford truck in front of her car and walked back to see if I could help her. She was leaning on the fender of her Mustang with the hood up, looking into the engine compartment. Cynthia's hands were a little dirty and she had a smudge of dirt across her cheek. "Having car trouble," I asked? Dummy of course she's having car trouble, I thought shaking my head. "Yah, it won't start. I pulled over to look at a map and now it won't start," she replied with a puzzled look. "If you like I can take a look." I meant look at the car, I was already looking at her and her cut offs. I own and run a small auto repair shop so I should be able to at least find out what was wrong. Worst case scenario I could have it towed to my shop if I couldn't fix it right there. "I couldn't impose on you. I'll just call Triple A," she said. "Let me see if I can figure out what's wrong. I try to do a good deed every week and I'm running behind this week," I playfully teased her with a smile. Cynthia laughed, stepped away, and waved her permission for me to check out the car. I looked inside the engine compartment and saw the problem right away. The battery connects were badly corroded so the car started a few times that day but wouldn't do so now because of the corrosion. I told her to wait a second and went to my truck for my tools; a wrench and a can of Coke. Loosening the connectors with the wrench, I poured some of the Coke over them. In case you don't know, Coke is almost as good as baking soda to clean battery connections. I scraped the inside of the connectors with my pocket knife and retightened them and told Cynthia to try to start the car. The engine caught on the first try and I closed the hood. I walked to her window, explained what the problem had been and suggested that she have new cables installed. I told her there was an auto repair shop about a mile away that would be able to do it quickly while she waited. "The name of the place is "J J's Auto Repair" and you can follow me if you like. By the way I'm James Jerrod Kelly," I introduced myself. I usually introduce myself with my full name. "Hi James Jerrod, I'm Cyn," she returned the introduction and then laughed at my double take. "Sin?" I asked, not believing that I heard her correctly. "No, not Sin, as in SIN. Cyn as in Cynthia Reynolds," she told me with a big grin. She was enjoying my embarrassment. We shook dirty hands and she agreed to follow me to the repair shop. As we pulled up in front of the office, one of the two mechanics that worked for me came out to greet the two vehicles. "Hey boss, what's going on?" "Hi Sam, put new battery cables on this Mustang as quick as you can; the lady's in a hurry," I ordered. "If we don't have the cables run over to Mel's and get them; he always has parts for these vintage Mustangs. "You bet Boss," Sam answered. He walked over to Cyn, took her keys, and pulled her Mustang into one of the work bays. "J J.'s Auto, James Jerrod, now I see," she said smiling. "Yah, my friends and customers call me J.J." She sobered a minute and said, "I hope this won't cost too much, I don't have a lot of money with me." "Have you got $20?" I asked. When she nodded I said, "Good, take me lunch at Billy's and we'll call it even." We went to Billy's for lunch while she waited for her car. Billy's is a bar and grill that serve the best burgers in town. As we ate we talked and I learned more about Cyn. She had just moved to St. Louis from Little Rock, Arkansas where she lived with her parents on a large farm. Cyn had traveled around the U.S. for a year after college and then worked in Little Rock for about three years before moving to St. Louis. She was starting a job at a big insurance company here and Monday would be her first day. She was curious about me too so I gave her the ten cent version. "Grew up in a little town in southern Missouri and went into the military after high school. I was a pretty good jack leg mechanic and spent my military career in the motor pool. After 6 years in the service of my country I mustered out to go to college." I stopped to get another beer and at Cyn's insistence I continued. "At 24 I wouldn't have felt right about asking my folks for money for school so I worked my way through college as an auto mechanic. I didn't have the time or money or the inclination to party much and got a degree in mechanical engineering and by not taking summers off I was able to finish in three years. After graduation I decided that I would rather work with my hands on cars than sit at a desk doing drafting on a computer. Now I own and run J.J.'s, that's my story and I'm stickin to it," I finished with a smile. Cyn listened without interrupting and then she finally got to the question that almost everyone gets to at some time, "How'd you get that?' she asked as she pointed to my scar. "If you had an eye patch and a parrot, you'd look like a pirate," she kidded me to take the sting out of her question. The big smile she gave me helped put me at ease. "Ah yes, my beauty mark," I said. "It's the result of not learning how to duck." I hesitated to go into depth about the scar. "C'mon there's got to be more to it than that. What happened?" Then Cyn muttered to herself something like "oh shit" and said. "I'm sorry; it's none of my business. I shouldn't have asked." She started to blush and I could tell that she was embarrassed. "It's okay Cyn, don't worry about it. The story isn't something I just put out there at the drop of a hat." I smiled at her, now it was my turn to put her at ease. "It happened while I was in the service. We were in some shit hole third world country and three assholes decided it would be cool to blow up our motor pool. I was working late on a Humvee, saw them, and tried to stop them. The scar is a result of that confrontation." "Were they able to blow up the motor pool? Is that where you got the scar?" Cyn wanted the whole story, I guess. "No they forgot or didn't know that every U.S. Marine is a trained rifleman, even motor pool mechanics. My training enabled me to stop them but I got too close to one of them and he cut my face, ergo the scar." Telling that story always embarrassed me a little; I guess that's why I don't talk about it very often. "Now young lady, let's talk about how you are going to pay for the repair on your car," I said with a grin, trying to lighten the mood. "You told me that taking you to lunch would be enough," Cyn answered with surprise. "I did, but I changed my mind. Those cables for a vintage Mustang cost more than regular cables, so lunch won't cover it." I paused for a few seconds and added, "I think that if you let me take you to dinner Saturday, we can call it square." She went from a concerned look to laughing at me in just a few seconds. Then she put on a frown and said, "I don't know about that." "We've had a nice lunch and I enjoy your company and I really would like to see you again, Cyn." I took her back to the shop and her Mustang was finished. Good ole Sam, always on top of things. Cyn and I exchanged phone numbers and made the date for Saturday. I watched as she drove away and when I turned around Sam was looking at me with a big shit eating grin. "Get back to work," I told him with a matching grin on my face. ********************** That Saturday was the start of a fast forward type of romance. We went from standing still to a hundred miles an hour in one date. We didn't jump each other's bones right away. In fact it was six weeks before Cyn spent the night with me and then it was just a little kissing, a little caressing, and the rest of the night we cuddled and snuggled. We woke up the next morning and I knew that lust was turning into love. It just seemed that we fit together. I wanted to take it slow with Cyn. There was something special here and I didn't want to screw it up. I had a previous relationship that was based mostly on sex and it didn't last. About ten weeks into our full court press romance we spent a weekend finding out that we did fit together. Yes, I mean sexually. It sounds hokey, but that whole weekend was wonderful. I wasn't sure if she felt the same way but I was thinking of a church, a wedding, kids, and a life together. We dated hard and fast and when Labor Day came around we both took the week off to visit our respective parents. Little Rock, where Cyn's parents lived is about 5 hours south of the small town in southern Missouri where my folks live. We decided that we would make the 3 hour drive to my parents and spend a couple of days and then go to visit Cyn's folks. I introduced Cyn to my mom and dad, James and Mary and they adopted her right away. We spent one day visiting and letting Cyn meet the rest of my family. My brothers John and William teased me that Cyn must have mental problems to be running around with me. My sister Molly told me that Cyn was too good for me and started telling her stories about me growing up. I was able to pull Cyn away before I got too embarrassed and took her to meet the rest of the clan. There were a virtual cornucopia of aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, and cousins that she had to wade through. They all fell in love with her too. As we were leaving to visit Cyn's parents, my dad pulled me aside and said, "I try not to interfere in your life, but don't let this one get away son. She's definitely the pick of the litter and a keeper." I had to agree with him. We got to the Reynolds farm just in time for lunch; I met Cyn's parents and we talked during the meal. Harry and Molly welcomed me like I was a long lost relative. After the two days we spent on their farm I got the impression that I had been adopted by the Reynolds the same way Cyn had been adopted by the Kelleys. Our trip had made up my mind so a few days after we got back, I asked Cyn to marry me. It maybe wasn't the most romantic time to "pop the question" because I was rebuilding the carburetor on her Mustang. My hands were dirty up to my elbows so I had her take the ring out of my shirt pocket. Cyn giggled at the timing but she put the ring on, kissed me, and said yes. The wedding was at a small neighborhood church and the reception was at Billy's Bar and Grill. Both families attended in force and we had a great party after the wedding. There was a weekend honeymoon and we moved into the apartment above my shop and lived in marital bliss. Well not really bliss but close enough and we were happy. Even though we had dated for several months we still had adjustments to make actually living together. If things became a little tense I would pick Cyn up and sit down holding her on my lap. She would struggle and eventually start laughing. Once she started laughing we would make up, by the way the makeup sex WAS INTENSE. ******************* Our life was almost perfect for about a year, every day we grew closer and started to talk about having children. My business had prospered and increase to the point that I had to hire two more men, one full time and one part time. Cyn had received a couple of promotions and was enjoying her career. Our apartment above the shop was close to 2000 sq. ft. set up with three bedrooms and 2 baths so instead of buying a house we opted to buy a small cabin on a lake close to the city. It was a weekend get a way type of place but more comfortable than most with indoor plumbing, water, and electricity. It was only a two hour drive so it was close enough that we could go to it every weekend if we wanted and would be a great place to take children. Cyn's last promotion not only came with a large raise, it gave her more responsibility. Along with the increase in salary she also got an increase in the stress level. She started to bring the stress of the job home and it affected our life. One evening after a bitch and moan session from Cyn about her job, I told her to chill out and take it easy. Wrong thing to say, I guess. For the next five minutes I got a full ration of "You don't know the pressure I'm under, the new boss expects miracles, and you don't understand etc. all said with increasing anger in her voice. I walked up behind her, put my arms around her, picked her up and sat down holding her in my lap. Cyn got angrier and I was subjected to another tirade. She yelled at me to let her go at once and I yelled back not until you calm down. Usually when I held her like this Cyn would start to giggle and then laugh in two or three minutes. This time I held her for another five minutes while she told me all of my short comings and then she started to cry. Whoa, what the hell was this? Cyn never cried; she got mad, she took action, she fought but she never cried. Even a stupid man like me could see that there was more to this than her just being mad at me. After a few minutes Cyn stopped crying and turned to hug me. Okay, now I can find out what's going on I thought. "What was all that about Cyn? Did I do something wrong? Are you okay?" I asked with real concern in my voice. She shook her head and looked at me with red rimmed eyes still filled with tears. Cyn sniffed and said, "No you didn't do anything wrong, I did. Something has happened at work and I should have told you about it. My only excuse is that I wanted to handle it myself." Now I was worried. Cyn was a fighter and never let anything or anyone get the best of her. "Okay, you've got my attention, tell me what's happened," I requested strongly; actually it was more like an order. She told me that when she got the last promotion she got a new boss, Tony Johnson. After two or three weeks Cyn found him to be an over bearing, brown nosing, less than talented jerk. Johnson came on to Cyn suggesting that she could improve her standing in the company if she was "nice" to him. Cyn laughed at him and told him to go to hell. As she turned to go back to her office, he grabbed her arm and Cyn being Cyn almost knocked him on his ass. He cussed at her and told her to get out. She got out alright and went to Johnson's supervisor and made a complaint. Johnson was called into the supervisor's office and denied the allegations. The supervisor warned him and let him go. He told Cyn that it was a case of he said, she said and without evidence there wasn't much that could be done. Cyn told me that every day since then, Johnson had made some snide little sexual remarks to her. He never did it in front of anyone or loud enough for anyone but Cyn to hear. By this time I was ready to have a talk with Mr. Johnson and said so. "That's why I didn't tell you. I didn't want you to get into trouble and thought I could handle it. But it's getting to be too much," she confessed. "Okay now it's my turn young lady. I'm going to have a talk with good old Tony. Wait I promise not to break his face but this has to stop. I would tell you to quit but you wouldn't and truthfully I don't want this ass to force you to leave. So, I'll have a discussion with him," I told her. I helped her off my lap and while Cyn went to make some tea I went to the bathroom. I needed to be by myself for a few minutes. My image in the mirror was not an image of a nice person. The last time felt and looked like this was the night that I killed the three terrorist that tried to blow up the motor pool. It was a look that I thought I would never have again. I hope Cyn hadn't noticed my eyes, they looked wild and dangerous. Cyn had a doctor's appointment the next morning before she went to work, nothing wrong just a regular check up. She left for appointment and I left for her work place. She wasn't aware that my "talk" with the infamous Tony Johnson was going to be today. Never put off kicking someone's ass to tomorrow if you could do it today was my motto. Johnson and my wife worked in a division that insured industrial and business properties and buildings. I talked to the receptionist and explained to her that I wanted to speak to the head of that department about insurance for my business. In just a few minutes Tony Johnson himself came to the lobby to meet me. J.J. and His Sin (Cyn) He greeted me, introduced himself, and invited me to his office. I introduced myself and suggested that we talk in the court yard explaining that it was too nice outside to be cooped up in an office. We found a table in the sun and sat down. He started his spiel about insuring my business and its properties but I held up my hand to stop him. "Tony, I'm not here to talk about business insurance, I'm here to talk about health insurance. To be specific, health insurance for you," I told him boring a hole in him with laser like eyes. I held up my hand again when he started to respond. "Let's not waste anymore time, okay? As I told you my name is Kelley." I paused to see if he would make the connection and when he didn't I continued. "I'm Cynthia's husband and it's because of your actions toward her that you may need health insurance." Now he began to understand and started to bluster as he stood up to leave. I motioned for him to sit down and when he didn't I grabbed his arm and forced him back into his chair. "Cynthia told me a strange tale last night and I wanted to give you a chance at rebuttal before any action is taken." "Mr. Kelley, I don't know what Cyn alleges that I did but she has a very active imagination and is sometime prone to exaggerate or misunderstand things. I think that she possibly……….." "Quiet Tony," I interrupted him. First let me tell you that her name is Cynthia or Mrs. Kelley; you don't have the right to call her anything else. Let me ask you about a few things, you know just to get your side of what has been happening. I mean I want to be fair after all." I was baiting him because no matter what he said I believed Cyn's story. Cynthia told me that you propositioned her, promising advancement in the company. She told me that you lied to your supervisor about it and ever since she reported your actions you have been making sexual asides and comments to her." The whole time that I was talking, Tony was shaking his head no. And every time he started to say something I would hold up my hand to stop him. He took direction very well, I thought. "Your boss couldn't do anything about you because it's a "he said, she said" type of situation. I understand his position; I don't like his decision but I can understand it. However, it's lucky for me and unlucky for you that I don't have to worry about witnesses, or law suits, or getting my company in trouble if I mishandle the situation. I only have to believe my wife and by the way I DO." The last part was said in a very forceful manner. Tony tried to get up again and again I pushed him back down. I think at this point he didn't know what to do. He kept looking around the courtyard for other people but we were alone. Apparently no one else wanted to enjoy the nice morning. "Relax Tony. I'll be done soon. You will stop your little sexual asides and comments to her, you'll make no gestures or comments that are inappropriate and I stress this part, YOU WILL TREAT HER WITH RESPECT. I'm not going to explain what will happen if you don't comply with my requests. Let's say that I don't think you'll be a happy camper if Cynthia tells me you are still bothering her. Do we understand each other Tony?" He sat there, not moving or saying anything. So I asked him again, "Do we have an understanding Tony?" Tony still didn't say anything but he nodded, rather vigorously I thought. I motioned for to him that he could leave and watched him almost run back into the building. On the way back to my shop I stopped to get donuts and coffee for my guys. I was please with myself that I hadn't reverted to the old J.J. The old J.J. would have broken an arm or given Mr. Johnson some other memento of our discussion. ****************** "So what happened, sounds like you handled it pretty well. What caused you to end up in jail with me?" Dale was really interested in the story. I had stopped talking because one of the jailers and came to the door. He and I were casual friends; I worked on his car and we had gone fishing together a couple of times. "Just wanted to bring you some coffee and make sure you were okay J.J. How's that cut on your head, need some Tylenol or something?" "No thanks Ted. I'm not too bad but I do appreciate the coffee. Could you get some coffee for my friend too?" After Ted brought more coffee I continued the story and answered Dale's question. "I guess you deserve to hear the "Rest of the story" as Paul Harvey would say. It was stupidity and pride that put me back in here." ******************* After the discussion with Tony apparently things improved at work for Cyn. The day after my talk she came home from work and told me that Tony had apologized for upsetting her. He never admitted the sexual comments but did say he was sorry if he hadn't been treating her with respect and that he would do so in the future. "What did you do or say to him to make him apologize to me? Did you get physical or threaten him?" She was naturally curious and a little upset at the possibility that I had resorted to violence. "No I didn't. I explained to him that you were upset and therefore I was upset and suggested that he examine his actions. Apparently he agreed with me and decided to make nice." Well, it was almost the truth. So shoot me for protecting my wife. Cyn was happy again and made a point that night and the next few nights to show her appreciation for my help. We were the happy couple again. The next few months we were as happy as two pigs in the mud and were standing in tall cotton. (Sorry my country upbringing showing up, we were very happy with a good future) As Christmas rolled around we decided that after first of the year we would begin our family and expand the Kelley clan. It was the best Christmas gift we could give each other. Then all hell broke loose at her company's Christmas party. Cyn's company planned a big party at the best hotel in town. My shop's party was held in one of the work bays where I handed out bonus checks and a few gifts. Her company was putting on the biggest party of the year. I really didn't want to go, I didn't want to get all dressed up to rub elbows with people that I didn't really know and had nothing in common with. When she came down to join me in the car, I thought maybe I was wrong in not wanting to dress up. Cyn was stunning and I don't mean just pretty. She was wearing a long, dark green gown which really set off her eyes and hair. She had her hair piled on top of her head in some pretty way leaving her freckled shoulders bare. I was glad that I had rented a tux for the occasion. We arrived at the party and once we found our assigned table we began to make the rounds of the ballroom. Cyn said she wanted to show me off to her work friends, but I think she just wanted to show off her new gown. I didn't mind because she was happy and laughing and having a great time. Cyn introduced me to the head honcho of the company, Steven Williams. She explained that he had a vintage car collection and that started Steve and I off. We discussed the merits of several of the muscle cars he owned, the problems with finding parts, and enjoyed our mutual interest. Steve and I stepped outside to smoke a cigar and continue our talk. Kindred spirits I thought as we got into the workings of the Mach One Mustang. I told him that if I didn't want to sleep on the couch I had better rejoin my wife and went back into the ball room. We had been outside lost in our conversation for over 30 minutes. I looked all over and couldn't spot Cyn so I went back to our table, thinking she would show up soon. I got to our table and one of Cyn's co-workers, Judy, told me that I should find Cyn. Judy said that she had seen Tony and two other guys walking down the hall with Cyn in between them. It looked like she was having trouble walking and Tony had his arm around her sort of pushing her along. Rushing out of the room, I was thinking that I couldn't believe how stupid Tony was. Maybe more than talk was necessary to get through to him. I was checking to doors to the meeting rooms along the hallway until I found one that was unlocked. The idiots should have locked the door behind them; it would cost them. They had Cyn stretched out on her back over one of the tables. She was telling them no and to leave her alone but her voice was slurred, almost like she was drunk and she was feebly trying to push them away. Two of them were holding her arms and good ole Tony was standing between her legs. He was running his hands up her legs pushing her dress up as he went higher up her legs. One of the other assholes had pulled the top of Cyn's dress down baring one of her breasts. I lost control and the old J.J. came out of hiding. My training in the Marines taught me that you put multiple targets temporarily out of commission and then deal with each one separately. With a roar, I charged Tony and pulled him away from my wife. I'm not sure but I must have hit him because he was laying on the floor as I advanced on the other two. One of them tried to run but never made the door. He was the one I hit with the chair and he went down too. The other one was a macho ass and thought he was king shit. He braced up to meet me but he was shortly laying face down on the floor. I was disappointed that he wasn't more of a challenge because I had a lot of anger to bleed off. Tony had just stood up when I turned back to him. I kicked his leg right at the knee and went into a search and destroy mode. In my battle rage, I decided that this man was going to pay big time for assaulting my wife. I really believe that I would have killed him if Cyn hadn't started sobbing and calling my name. Cyn needed me, I thought and I can deal with this piece of shit later. I went to my wife to help her. The door banged open and Judy, Steve Williams, and a couple of hotel security guys rushed in. I told them what I saw when I came into the room and my reaction to it. One of the young security guards told me that they would have to hold me until the police arrived and they could sort it all out. "Son, I don't believe I'm going to allow you to hold me right now. I need to get my wife out of here and to an ER." I nodded at Judy and Steve and continued, "they know where I live and the police can pick me up there or at the hospital later tonight." I guess the look in my eyes convinced the guard that he didn't get paid enough to go head to head with a deranged husband and he backed off. Judy helped me get Cyn dressed again; I picked her up and carried her to the car. Thank god I used valet parking when we arrived because the car was waiting in front of the hotel. I guess Steve or someone had it brought around. On the trip to the medical center, Cyn was crying and apologizing to me. Her voice was slurred and she had a little trouble keeping her head up. I knew she was drugged rather than drunk because we hadn't been separated long enough for her to get this wasted. Besides, Cyn usually nursed one drink all night. At the hospital Cyn was taken into a trauma room and I wasn't allowed to go with her. A doctor came to me for information and I explained what happened. I told him that I stopped it before she was raped but I was worried that the men may have drugged her. A nurse took me to a waiting area and shortly I was able to join Cyn. She was sleeping and in spite of the evening's events looked like an angel. Her hair was spread out on the pillow and her face was as peaceful as a child's. The same nurse that took me to the waiting area came in, made an adjustment to an IV in Cyn's arm and smiled at me. "Your wife is sleeping right now; we gave her a sedative to help calm her down. We're doing a blood test to check for drugs but in the mean time we've given her a general spectrum antidote. Her speech patterns and reactions led us to believe that she has been given Rohypnol, the date rape drug. She's not in any danger and depending on the blood work you should be able to take her home in three or four hours. Now just relax, I don't want to have to treat another member of this family." She smiled at me and then noticed my hands; they were in a hell of a mess. "I guess I spoke too soon, yours hand need treatment. Here sit down and let me look at them," she ordered. She reminded me of my Gunnery Sergeant. The hands were okay, just some cuts and swelling. I knew that the police weren't far behind me and that I needed to take action. In the waiting room as I took my cell phone out, Judy and Steven came in. I explained that Cyn was okay and what was going on. Steve told me that the police had arrested Tony and the other two and he thought they were on their way to talk to me. I asked Judy to make sure that Cyn got home if I had to leave with the police and then I called Sam. He agreed to met Cyn and Judy at our apartment and stay with them until I could get home. I didn't want Cyn to be at home alone and I knew she liked and trusted Sam. Judy told me that she would stay with Cyn too. The next call was to my dad, it was 11PM but he was still awake. Again I related the events of the evening and told him I might need some help. Dad told me that he and my mom would be on the road in the next 20 minutes and be in the city before daylight. They would check at the hospital first and go on to my place if Cyn had been released. One more call, this time to my attorney. Tom Jensen was a customer, a friend, and a fishing buddy. He was the one that found our lakeside cabin for us; it was part of an estate and we got a good deal on it. Tom had a quite reputation in legal circles. He was nicknamed Attila the Hun because of his all or nothing take no prisoners work for his clients. In the legal community he was considered a bad ass. I told him what happened, my actions, and that I thought the police would be at the hospital shortly. As I was talking to him I heard someone ask where James Kelley was, it had to be the police. Tom told me to say nothing other than my name and to answer no questions. He said they would take me in at least for questioning and I was to call him when I found out which precinct they took me to and he would be right there. Okay, I had done all I could do and stepped back to stand by Cyn's bed. The curtain surrounding the trauma area was pulled aside by two police officers. I admitted that I was James Kelley and they placed me under arrest and read me my rights. One of the cops told me that if it was up to him that he wouldn't have even come looking for me. But Tony had filed a complaint alleging assault on him and his two friends. So they had to arrest me and the detectives would investigate the complaint. The officers tried to question me but I told them I wanted my attorney and they had to stop. At the station they did talk about what happened at the hotel but they didn't ask me anymore direct questions. Tom arrived about 30 minutes after I called him and I was released on my own recognizance. My experience with the police didn't take more a couple of hours. I called the hospital and was told that Cyn had been released. She was at home and so were Judy, Sam, and my parents. My dad must have set an overland speed record to get to my place that quickly; I mean a 3 hour drive in just over 2 hours is movin' and groovin' Cyn was feeling much better and when I came in she rushed, well she sort of staggered, into my arms. She was still a little woozy from the drugs. After making sure that we would be okay, Sam went home and gave Judy a ride. Mom and Dad bedded down in one of the spare rooms and Cyn and I were finally able to get to bed. She fell asleep holding me and I had my arm around her. Every time I tried to move she would whimper and pull me closer. I know it sounds very romantic but my arm fell asleep and the next morning hurt like hell. It was a small price to pay to make my wife feel safe. The next day a police detective came to our apartment to interview Cyn. She had not been coherent enough the previous evening to discuss the attempted rape. Detective Brogan spent over an hour with us. One question he asked over and over was there a witness to someone putting something in her drink. When he left he motioned for me to follow him out. "I shouldn't say anything about the investigation but I admire the way you protected your wife. Anyway your wife's blood test showed traces of Rohypnol, Ecstasy, and cocaine," he said. "I knew Cyn had been drugged. She would have never gone with those guys on her own," I responded. "Now they can be put in jail where they belong." "They will be release as soon as I make my report, Mr. Kelley," Brogan regretfully told me. "WHAT? How can they be released? They drugged and tried to rape my wife. How can they be released?" I was totally confused. "They claim that your wife took the drugs willingly, that she said she wanted to enhance her experience with the three men. The Rohypnol might be questionable, but the Ex and cocaine over ride that consideration. Those drugs made it look like your wife was a party girl." Brogan stopped and put his hand on my shoulder. "You know, your wife knows, and I know that she was drugged without her knowledge but without witnesses it's just her word against the three of them. There's nothing we can do without more evidence," the detective finished. I felt the rage building and muttered to myself, "Maybe you need more evidence but I don't." "Don't do anything stupid Mr. Kelley. Your wife needs you with her not in jail," he cautioned me. Brogan kept looking at me with a hard stare until I nodded my head at him indicating that I wouldn't do anything stupid. At least not right now, I thought. Two days later my attorney, Tom verified that the three assholes had been released because of lack of evidence. It was Cyn's word against theirs and there were three of them. He also told me that Tony and his buddies had planned to swear out a complaint against me for assault. Tom convinced Tony that the publicity of the trial would hurt his chances at getting a job. So the complaint was dropped. "Getting a job? I don't understand, he works for the insurance company," I said. "Not anymore," Tom told me. "It seems that the company has non-fraternization rule and Tony violated it. Even if Cyn had been agreeable to the sex, Tony was her supervisor and the company has rules against that type of thing. Steve Williams didn't wait until Tony was out of jail before he fired him. He wouldn't even let Tony back into his office and had Tony's personal stuff left at the front desk for him." "It's not enough Tom. He's got to pay for what he tried to do," I told him. "Let it go J.J., you'll just end up in jail and Cyn needs you with her right now," Tom advised me. I nodded at Tom the same way I had at Detective Brogan. On the outside it seemed that I agreed with them, on the inside I wasn't sure I could let Tony get away with what he had tried to do. I'll let it alone for now I thought. The one thing I couldn't understand was why Tony thought he could get away with what he tried. After our little meeting he knew that I would come after him with guns a blazing, so to speak. It didn't make sense. I had mentioned all this to Judy. Understanding came about three weeks later when I met Judy for lunch at her request. The gossip grapevine can give you a lot of information if you can wade through it. Judy told me that a friend at work had a friend who hung out at the same bar that Tony Johnson did. The friend of a friend said that Tony was bragging that he had planned to take pictures of Cyn being screwed and send them to me. He believed that when I saw Cyn seeming to be enjoying herself that I wouldn't believe her denials and would leave her. Now I understood why he thought he could get away with his plan. I still hadn't made up my mind on the question of Tony Johnson. J.J. and His Sin (Cyn) ***************** Four months had passed since the incident and our life has gone back to wonderful. Cyn and I were trying to start our family and enjoying the efforts to get pregnant. If I could have seen the future I might have stayed home that evening instead of going to have a drink with Sam. Sam wanted me to meet his main squeeze, a bartender at a sort of dance club on the other side of the city. I went with Sam to meet Sally and could understand why Sam, the confirmed bachelor, was talking about getting married. Sally was very pretty and very feisty; she was a good fit for Sam. I was sitting at our table and Sam had gone for another round when I saw him. Tony was across the dance floor at a table with the same two jerks that had been with him that night. Remembering my promise to Cyn to stay out of trouble I tried to ignored Tony. Sam came back, set down the drinks, and said, "Did you see……?" "Yup, I saw him," I answered. "Let's go J.J., you don't need any trouble. Let's go." "I'll be damned if I let him run me out of anywhere. I'm going to finish my drink and then I'm going home to my wife," I told him. And that was what I planned on doing. But Tony actions wouldn't let me leave. Sam kept trying to get me to leave. I finished my drink, nodded at Sam, and we started for the door. Tony hadn't seen me and picked that moment to start bragging to his friends that he was going to set up a girl at his apartment complex so they could all have some fun. "We'll be successful this time guys. This woman doesn't have a husband like that last bitch we tried it on four months ago," Tony bragged to his cronies. "I may still take another run at that one; I don't like having unfinished business." Until that moment I had planned to just leave and not pay any attention to Tony, but that all changed with his last statement. I relived that evening in my mind and felt the same battle rage building up in me. Walking over to Tony's table I came up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned to see who wanted his attention. "Remember me asshole? " I asked as I backhanded him across his face and knocked him to the floor. That's when his two friends jumped me. I won't go into a lot of detail about the fight but will say that it didn't last very long. When it was over there were three unconscious men, two on the floor and one spread out on a table. Sam grabbed my arm to stop me from going after Tony again. I thought he was another of Tony's crowd and almost attacked him before I realized who he was. He was able to get through to me and pull out the door toward the car. Sam and I were just walking out the door when the police arrived. It took a few minutes but I was able to convince the cops that Sam hadn't been involved. Sally and another bartender confirmed my story to the officers so I was the only one arrested. ***************** "That was my second time in this charming little cell," I explained to Dale. "That's when I met you, my friend." "What kind of sentence did you get for kicking that guys ass?" "I was lucky, the judge was aware of Tony's escape from prosecution for the drugging and attempted rape of my wife. My attorney Tom had filled him in on the circumstances just before my hearing. I guess that Judge Collins should have disqualified himself; his sister was drugged and raped so he was sort of on my side. Anyway, the judge sentenced me to 30 days for disturbing the peace and destruction of private property. But he suspended the sentence and ordered me to do 50 hours of community service." My friend the jailer was back with more coffee for both Dale and I. After he left I continued my story. "The judge also ordered me to pay for the damages at the club. Apparently I broke three or four chairs and a table; funny about that I don't remember breaking them." Okay, that explains when we met but what are you doing back here again? Not that I mind the company, but I'm curious," Dale said. "That's another part of the story," I told him with a smile. ******************* My wife was a little upset with me for jumping Tony. She was even more upset with me being arrested and told me so when she picked me up from the jail. "I thought you had better sense than to start a fight with three guys. You could have been seriously hurt," she said. I was going to mention that I had jumped those same three guys the night that I saved her, but stopped myself. Cyn had gotten over what happened that night but she didn't need to be reminded of it. "Cyn, it was okay. It was just Tony and his two cronies. It's not like they were dangerous or anything," I said in my defense. Later I got another chewing out when the judge said I had to pay for the damages and do the community service. "I'm going to punish you too," Cyn informed me. "You won't be making love to me until you complete your community service. Maybe that will keep you from getting all Rambo like again. Just for the record, that planned punishment only lasted about 4 days. Cyn came to bed nude one night, snuggled up against me and told me that she hadn't done anything wrong so she shouldn't be the one to be punished. Whatever, both of my sentences were suspended. I was a lucky man. My luck continued to hold. Our lives are just about as good as it gets. Cyn and I get closer every day, my business is growing, and she is a department head at her company now. ************** "That's great J.J.," Dale said. "But what are you doing in jail again if everything is so good? Did you go after that Tony asshole again?" "Tony wasn't involved this time. In fact I never saw him again after that night at the bar. The grapevine says that he decided that another city would be a better place to live. I heard he told a couple of people that he didn't want to take the chance of running into me again. I guess I made a lasting impression on him." "So why did you get arrested?" Dale was very curious. "Drunk and disorderly," I answered with a grin. "No shit, you too?" Ain't that funny, both of us here on the same charge? What happened." "Well, I never could drink too much because I go from sober to party animal very quickly. So I don't partake often; you know a few now and then to be sociable, but I had one or two or maybe six or eight too many tonight. I was celebrating and got a little carried away. I was standing on a table yelling at everybody to have a drink. The bartender didn't like it and when I wouldn't calm down he called the cops. And here I am," I finished. "How did you get that cut on your forehead?" Now Dale was really curious. "Apparently I fell off the table and hit my head on the back of a chair; I really don't remember because things are little fuzzy to me." I reached up to touch the small bandage. "So what were you celebrating?" "My wife is visiting her parents on their farm; she wanted to visit and talk with her mom. I thought it strange that they couldn't talk over the phone but you know women. Cyn is too impatient to keep anything to herself for long so instead waiting until she got home; she called me with the news." I paused for effect because Dale was so interested in my story and was almost panting waiting for me to continue. "Damn it J.J., don't leave me hanging. What news?" He demanded. "I guess all the hard work we put in trying to have a baby paid off. Cyn is pregnant and in about seven months the Kelley clan will be enlarged by two. We're having twins. You know, celebrating twice as hard isn't easy!" Quote from the Englishman: Life goes on.