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?”

Fredrick_Udele · Fantasia

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CHAPTER 39

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There was excitement aplenty when Daryl and I walked into headquarters Friday morning. Sgt. Ed Sulkowski and his son-in-law had plenty of time to phone the others on shift so everyone was in line for inspection with expectant expressions on their faces. "I'm sure that Ed has filled most of you in so I'll be brief. Yesterday, in a joint operation with the State Police and the DEA we stopped a huge drug buy worth somewhere between five and ten million in street value. I won't go into the details as to how we got onto them, but I will tell you that the ring was led by Carl Haynes with his son Jeremy, Gil Parsons, former chief Joe Wilson, and Lt. Stan Irwin. According to records we confiscated they've been at it for the past five years, at least."

"Shit! No wonder we could never catch anyone selling. They knew we were coming before we did."

Unfortunately, I had to agree. We continued with inspection which was going much better now that everyone knew what to expect and uniforms were being professionally maintained. Daryl and I left at 9:00 for the drive to Memphis for the obligatory press conference. After all the work we'd done I planned to make sure that we got the credit we were due.

I needn't have worried. Julia Adams began the sessions by introducing me and then Daryl as the key people in the investigation. She then outlined the steps that led to the arrests, conveniently omitting the two college student informants and their role. I was even amazed when a captain from the DEA gave an extensive listing of the confiscated drugs, listing their street value at almost ten million dollars. I was asked questions about the role of the small city police force in this affair and the impact of those who had been arrested on the remaining members of the force.

"I'd prefer to talk about the more than hundred and fifty hard-working dedicated officers than the four who betrayed the public trust. Critics always paint with a broad brush so in their eyes all officers will be suspect. In some regards I view this as a positive because I've already begun recruiting minorities to the force and this will just make my job easier." The questions ended and we were able to leave around 12:30. I phoned my friend Paul McCormick and we were able to get together for lunch at a family restaurant near his office. I phoned my office to let them know we'd take the afternoon off. We ran at the high school track for almost an hour then returned to our house to use the pool and hot tub. Lucy joined us with ice cold water and some boiled shrimp with spicy cocktail sauce from the kitchen. I could read Lucy's mind—she'd much prefer we were here naked and alone. Daryl left around three, promising that we'd get together tomorrow for dinner.

"Well?" I turned to Lucy and smiled when she told me that she had no news. "In this case I guess that no news is good news, eh?" She jumped into my arms, hers around my neck and her legs around my waist as she kissed me, thrusting her tongue into my mouth with incredible vigor. I spun her around and carried her up to the bedroom. I needed a shower before dinner and Lucy was going to join me—one way or another.

She came willingly—twice—once up the stairs and into our bedroom and once pressed up against the shower wall, her legs up and over my shoulders while I pounded her sweet pussy relentlessly. My dear sweet Lucy could barely stand, let alone walk when I placed her legs on the floor so I walked her out and sat her on the bathroom stool never taking my hand off her while I grabbed a towel to dry her. I dropped the soggy towel onto the floor and carried her again to bed. She snuggled up as close as humanly possible as we fell asleep almost immediately.

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I wanted Lucy to buy a home pregnancy kit, but she balked. "If I do, my parents will know as soon as we're out the door."

"Not a problem," I told her as I hustled her and Max into the SUV. Once on the road I drove south toward Memphis. We didn't actually go all the way, but stopped at a pharmacy about thirty miles from home. To play it extra safe I went in alone and bought the two that were recommended by the pharmacist who wished me good luck as I left.

I pulled into a rest stop when Lucy told me that she had to pee. "Sounds like a perfect opportunity," I told Lucy with a big grin on my face. Apparently she agreed because she grabbed the bag from the pharmacy and kissed me before jumping out the door and trotting away to the restroom. I let Max out, taking my garden trowel and plastic bag, just in case.

We were there less than two minutes when I heard a voice behind me. "You need a leash on that dog, Mister." I turned to see a young black police officer from the township we were in.

"Sorry, officer, but I don't have one. I do have this to show you though." I pulled my leather badge/ID case from my rear pocket and held it out for him to examine.

"If that's a police dog that's all the more reason why you need a leash," he said as he returned the case to my hand.

Max had peed against a tree, but that's all so I called out, "Max, heel." He was by my side seconds later. "Max…sit." Again, he followed my instructions immediately and I rewarded him with several pets on his head and ears.

"Wow, I guess he's very well trained."

"He is and he's usually gentle as a lamb, but one word from me and…. Well, on Thursday he took out some Mexicans in a big drug bust in about three seconds."

"Of course; I recognize you now! I saw the interview on the TV news. That was really great police work."

"Well, to be honest I was only in on it at the start and at the end even though I was offered some involvement in the investigation. I turned that down because I didn't want one of the perpetrators to see me and jeopardize the investigation."

"Were you serious about looking for minorities to fill those vacancies?"

"I was and I am. We only have a single black officer and I brought him in with me from the Marshals Service. He's the number two in the department now. Wednesday night we have an appointment in the local AME Church to hold a tutoring session." I reviewed all of the new standards with him and he told me that he'd call for an application. His wife wanted to move to a more rural environment and there was plenty of that outside Bascomb's Landing.

He had just driven away when I heard Lucy behind me. She ran up with the four cylinders in her hand and a huge smile on her face. Leaping into my arms she asked me, "Want to guess what these all say?"

I had to laugh. "They say that I'm the happiest man on the planet and the luckiest to have you." I pulled her to me for what I thought of at the time was the kiss of all time. After breaking it roughly a minute later I suggested that we had an even better way to celebrate. Lucy nodded her agreement and we hopped into the car, driving away less than a minute later.

We literally ran into the house, stripping our clothes from our bodies as we ran to the bedroom, Max running ahead and then waiting for us to catch up. I helped Lucy onto the bed, not even bothering to turn it down then slid in behind her. We kissed for maybe a minute or two before our lust for each other took over and Lucy broke it to climb on top of me. She rubbed me into her slit a few times before rising up on her legs and slowly impaling herself onto my steel-like erection. It throbbed with every beat of my heart and in my ardor for my wife I was sure it was pumping at 150 beats a minute, at least. There was so much blood in my cock that I felt it would break.

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