Cahill

I could hear the din from the bar as I exited my SUV and I was still almost a block away. What a shame! I knew from long experience that would change as soon as my foot crossed the threshold. I tend to have that effect on people. I’m six feet six inches tall and I weigh an even 250 pounds—all of it broad shouldered muscle. My Body Mass Index at my last physical was less than four percent. My light brown hair is styled exactly the way it’s been for the past fifteen years—ever since I first joined the Navy. Sure enough, no sooner had I taken my first step into the bar than the noise died. When I turned left and stepped up to the bar the people there couldn’t back away fast enough. I took a stool in the middle of the empty space and sat down, waiting for the bartender to approach. “I’m not looking for any trouble.” “Good…neither am I. Give me a ginger ale.” He reached under the bar for a glass and some ice. Twenty seconds later he slid the glass in my direction. I pulled a fiver from my pocket and dropped it on the bar. He ignored it and walked away to draw a few beers and pour some wine. It looked to me like this was a pretty cheap crowd. Checking up and down the bar all I could see were longnecks and drafts. I reached into the lower left pocket of my cargo pants. Like almost everything else I was wearing they were a true deep navy blue. My heavy shoes were black as was my wide belt. My belt said as much about me as the bold white lettering across my chest. Just below the American flag over my heart were the letters that were my life—U. S. MARSHAL. On my right hip was my nickel plated .44 Magnum Colt Python, just behind two speed loaders in addition to the twenty-four rounds on the belt. On my left hip was my ASP Talon baton—every bit as deadly a weapon in my hands as the revolver. A pouch at the back of my right hip held my stainless steel handcuffs and its partner on the opposite side held my radio—my link to my backup team. I placed the photo flat on the bar as the bartender returned to me. “I’ll have another,” I said in a loud voice, continuing so I wouldn’t be overheard. “Don’t pick it up and don’t make a production of looking at it. I’ve been told that he comes here a lot. Is he here tonight? If he is and he escapes because you’ve given me away I’ll see to it that you’re arrested for obstruction of justice.” He gulped a few times but did as he was told, nodding slightly in response. I continued almost at a whisper. “If my nose is pointing to twelve o’clock, my right ear to three, the back of my head to six, and my left ear to nine, tell me where he is. Again, don’t point or do anything obvious and we’ll be fine.” He pretended to wipe the bar as he whispered, “About 4:30 with his back to you.” I picked up the reflection in the mirror then asked, “Red shirt with black and white stripes, looking away from me?” He nodded again. Now, in my normal tone of voice I asked, “Where’s the men’s room?”

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CHAPTER 40

Once Lucy had lowered herself all the way to my pubis she began a slow rocking motion, gently driving her clit into my hard muscles. I matched her with slow deep thrusts that increased in speed and intensity as we progressed. We were into it for about two minutes when she leaned down to kiss me, teasing me with her active darting tongue. I pulled her to me then so our bodies meshed into one. She pulled her head back for a second to look into my eyes as she said the words I yearned to hear—I love you. My response was to drive up into her with all my strength as I kissed her again. I had been sure that Lucy was the woman for me before, but now that it seemed that we were going to be parents I couldn't be more certain.

Our mating was destined to a swift death because of our love and lust. I could feel the tremors begin in her abdomen and spread to the other parts of her body as they grew in strength and frequency. She came so hard I thought she might need the emergency room for her back which bent backwards more than forty-five degrees. Instead, she was more like a whip than a pillar of stone as I emptied my balls into her hot cunt.

We were breathing heavily when we finally came to rest. Lucy's body was covered in a sheet of sexual sweat and mine was even worse. Lucy looked at me then at the blanket and we both laughed. I realized then that I had rarely laughed before meeting Lucy. That was just one more reason for loving her the way I did. I checked the clock then showed it to Lucy. She called me a "party pooper," but rose from my body leaving a long thread of semen and pussy juice oozing from her cunt. Walking hand in hand we made it to the shower for something we would both need before our dinner date with Daryl and Jasmine. Lucy had already planned the menu with Ingrid.

They arrived at six and we had drinks on the patio by the pool. I say "drinks," but truthfully three of us had ginger ale and the other had a Coke. Ingrid brought out some chips and salsa that tasted great. I was reminded then that neither Lucy nor I had eaten any lunch. I asked Ingrid for some potato chips and they came a few minutes later. We moved to the patio table just before seven for our dinner—grilled tuna steaks, potatoes au gratin and fresh baby carrots. The meal was delicious and was accompanied with great conversation, but nothing was said about Lucy being pregnant. We had decided to say nothing until it was confirmed by her doctor.

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Monday morning at inspection I reminded the men of our 4:30 appointment at the county firing range. "Remember the rules—all weapons unloaded and actions open. If you're in uniform you won't need an ID or a pistol license so that's what I recommend. We'll have at least five firing lanes, but I'll go first then Lt. Evans and when we're done each of you will fire fifty rounds. There's one thing to remember. You'll hear me say it over and over—shooting is nothing more than practice and concentration…practice and concentration. Of course, having proper form is critical, but that's just one aspect of practice. Okay, dismissed. Have a safe day."

Daryl was still with me when I walked up to Sandra's desk. She looked up to ask me, "Did you meet Darnell Carmichael on Saturday afternoon? He told me you suggested he phone for an application to the force."

"Yeah, he stopped me while I was walking Max at the rest stop down in Coopersville. Send him an application and tell him what other info we'll need." I walked into my office with Daryl at my heels.

"What on earth were you doing all the way down there?"

"I needed something from a pharmacy and we stopped there on the way back because Lucy needed to take a whiz."

Daryl's no dope so he read between the lines and responded almost immediately. "That's great, Matt. Congratulations."

"Yeah, well…we're not saying anything until she sees her doctor so please don't say a word—not even to Jasmine." He made a sign of zipping his lips like a kid in elementary school. Then I reviewed the day's work with him and left with Max for the supermarket just down the street. By now everyone in the city was accustomed to seeing Max with me, even in restaurants and the supermarket. I pushed the cart to the fruit and vegetable section where I selected three items, paying no attention to whether they were ripe or not. I wasn't planning on eating them.

Lucy stopped by just before lunch with her picnic basket. She told me that she had an appointment to see Dr. Murphy on Friday at 4:00. "I made it late in the afternoon hoping that you would be able to go with me." I promised that I would unless some dire emergency occurred. Then she asked if she could come with me to the range this afternoon. I agreed once the Range Manager assured me that he had an extra set of ear wear.

Daryl came in for lunch after Lucy had gone, telling me about a three-car accident on one of our "major" highways. Our roads were a big problem. Most of them had been built forty or more years ago when the population was only a tenth of what it was today when they were overcrowded and drivers tended to go much too fast. Twice in the past week I had pulled over to the roadside to allow someone to pass even though I was technically speeding. Imagine their surprise when I flipped the light bar and siren on. The first, a man in his fifties, was polite and respectful, but the second, a young woman, created a ruckus—swearing like I hadn't heard since my years in the Navy. Of course, I was polite, but insistent that I wanted to see her live to see thirty and driving on that road at such high speed made that doubtful.

I picked up Lucy at 4:00 for the twenty minute ride to the range. I wanted to get there first so I could set up my demonstration. The manager introduced himself after acknowledging Lucy. I explained what I wanted to do and he shut down the range while he walked me to the fifty-yard mark. I set up my special sawhorse and pushed the cantaloupe, apple, and plum onto the three spikes that protruded up from the two by four I had nailed to the top.

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