An Enforcers Novel Book One

Prologue

Feeling a gentle tap on my right shoulder, I turned and found myself gazing upon the
most gorgeous man I had ever laid eyes on. He had to of been a good 6′ 2” tall, maybe a little more, with the body of an athlete. He was lean, but had muscles that belied his size. His hair, the color of midnight, sat lovingly upon his neck, and was layered and feathered as befit the era we
lived in.
He had the bluest eyes I had ever seen, framed by long eyelashes any woman would kill
for. His face was what I pictured Aphrodite’s son to look like, so handsome, so smooth, so chiseled, with a magnificent aquiline nose, clean shaven, so……..male. And he was talking to me!
Me! A virtual nobody! Me! A shy introvert who wanted only to be loved and taken care of.
When I was able to pick my jaw up off the ground, I smiled what I hoped was my prettiest smile and said, in a squeaky voice, “Hi!” Then gently clearing my throat, I continued,
“Jason, right?”
I was so nervous! I thought for sure the ground would just open up and swallow me
whole. I waited, a bit impatiently, I might add, for him to say more. But when he just stood there staring at me and not saying anything, I turned back to the task of locating more of my clothing
from the trunk of my car, panicking more and more each moment that any of my clothes were not found. As I stood there, racking my brain over where else I may of stashed them, he finally spoke the words that I had been longing to hear from him since we met two weeks earlier:
“Yeah. Hey! Good memory! Listen, if you’re ever looking for a new old man, you know
where to find me.”
With that he turned and started to walk away. I rushed after him and grabbed his arm to stop him. Breathlessly I asked him, “And where would that be?” I literally had no clue where he was hanging out these days.
Giving me a shy, lop sided grin, he tilted his head towards the grandstands and said,
“There…I’ll be waiting for you on the top steps.”
With that, he walked away, as I watched, dumbfounded that this incredible man wanted
me! I felt the heat start in the pit of my stomach. A slow, simmering heat that quickly radiated out and spread through every fiber of my being, then, like a tightly stretched rubber band, it came snapping back together to form a hot bed of lava in my lady parts, making me go weak in the knees and my breaths to come in short shallow gasps as I watched him walk away.
I knew this man was my Destiny. I knew it as sure as I knew my name…..wait, what was
my name again? Oh yeah…now I remember! Wow! This guy can really mess with a poor girl’s
head!
Knowing what I had to do, I looked for Spider, my current old man. I didn’t think I’d ever get away from him! He was so cruel towards me. I can’t tell you how many beatings I endured at his hands, or the humiliations. When he beat me, he always made sure he hit me where the marks
would not be seen. When he found out (rather quickly) that I don’t bruise easily, he made it his mission in life to work that much harder at it. He kept me on a very short leash.
And, apparently, the leash just got shorter when I saw that all my clothes were gone, even my shoes. All that was left were the clothes I was wearing and a pair of size 12 men’s sneakers that were left in the trunk of the car by my stepfather. I wear a size 9 in women’s shoes. And I was barefoot right now.
Before the hour was up, I had found Spider and told him I was done with him and that I
was leaving. I made sure that he was at work when I told him, thinking that he wouldn’t be in a position to explode and beat on me over the news. He worked a booth for the carnival we were traveling with, so there would be a crowd. I felt safer this way.
Luckily, he only said, “OK, if that’s the way you feel.”
And on that note I walked away from him and towards my Destiny…..
Oh, by the way, did I mention I’m a run away? I’m 15 years old and stole my mother and
stepfather’s car to escape the abuse I was suffering at home…….a bit ironic, huh?

My name……..

Kasandra Lee Adams………

Chapter One

Present Day

Screaming myself awake….again…I found I was sitting bolt upright in my bed, in my bedroom, in my apartment once again. And, as always, I was soaked from head to toe and my bed was feeling like a waterbed that had sprung a leak with the sweat that had poured off of me while I had been dreaming. Dreaming…that word made it sound like I was frolicking in the meadow playing with unicorns and dancing over rainbows. I wish!
Glancing over at the clock as I swung my legs out of bed, I saw it read 4:25 am. What a
shock, NOT. Every night since the night, the dreams, no, the raging full on nightmares attacked.
And every night, the same old scenario of screaming myself awake, soaked to the gills with
sweat and the clock face reading 4:25 am…the time of the incident. Damn it! Would it never just go away!?!
Deciding not to try to go back to sleep, I jumped in the shower and did my best to scrub
away the filth, the horror, the shame, the fear, the heart wrenching agony that always followed my waking. I briefly touched on the idea of letting go of the absolute hatred I held for my Tormentor, the longings for revenge I harbored and planned out in intricate detail every single day. Then, decided, oh hell no! I was hanging on to that one! That’s what kept me going day in
and day out.
I sought professional help once. I made the mistake of thinking a male therapist would be better than a female one. After listening to me tell him everything, all he said was, “Let it go, let
it go,” in this weird, whimsical, sing song voice. Kinda like he was talking to a little kid.
Sort of put a burr under my skin. When I asked him how, he replied, “Have you tried yoga?” OK! I’m outta here! What bullshit! I never went back. I guess if I wanted someone to understand, I should of picked a woman. But its easier for me to talk to guys. Women, I don’t know, I always felt awkward around other females. Always felt like I was in a competition. I could never just be myself in another woman’s company.
Deciding to give my brain a rest for the time being, I grabbed the washcloth and poured some lightly scented strawberry and cream body wash on it and proceeded to get clean. I loved the fresh, clean scent of strawberries and cream so much, I had gone ahead and bought the whole package of body wash, shampoo and conditioner.
Having rinsed off, I thoroughly wet my long mane down and reached for the shampoo.
Squirting a large dollop into the palm of my hand, I put the bottle down, rubbed my hands
together, then proceeded to work a lather up in my long, long hair. As usual, it took 3 more dollops of shampoo to get it all worked through. After having rinsed all the suds out of my hair, I moved onto the conditioner. I needed to let it set in my hair for a couple of minutes, so I got busy
shaving my legs. Sometimes I wonder why I bother, it’s not like anyone I cared about would be seeing my legs, why go to all the trouble?
‘Stupid question’, I thought, ‘because I would see them’, that’s why.’ Ah, the trials and
tribulations of being a girl! I chuckle out loud.
Finishing up, I rinse out the conditioner and steel myself for another day.
Turning off the shower, I reach out and grab a towel that is hanging on the rack just
outside the shower stall, as I step out onto the cold linoleum floor. I hold the fluffy soft material up to my nose and inhale deeply of the fresh, clean scent. Gingerly drying myself off, I ponder
my next move. Feeling dry enough, I went ahead and wrapped my hair up as best as I could
given how much hair I had compared to the size of the towel. It took many, many years to finally get my hair to the length I wanted. It finally reached my knees! A little fist pump…yeah!!
I guess I need to get larger towels! My hair was dripping water rivulets down my back.
The towel didn’t cover the mass of long hair I have. Maybe buy some beach sized ones next
time? Note to self: buy beach size towels next time go to town. Anywho…… where was I? Oh yeah….
Next move.
I better not think about it just yet. Haven’t had my morning ‘coffee’. Brain still too fuzzy to think good.
Grabbing my robe off the back of the bathroom door, I put it on then proceed to strip the
bed of it’s sheets and toss the soggy linens into the clothes hamper I had sitting just inside my walk-in closet. I needed to let the mattress dry out before putting clean sheets on, if I had any. It was moments like these that made me glad that inflatable mattresses were invented! I absolutely
loved mine!
As I surveyed my surroundings, I realized that my life was as bleak and boring as my drab little apartment. Sparsely furnished with used furniture and just the bare minimums throughout.
What need did I have for fancy things? None! Oh sure, I wanted nice things. A beautiful
home, a quaint white picket fence, swimming pool in the backyard, nice furniture, all the bells
and whistles, with two and three – quarters kids….oh, now that’s funny! How on earth can you have two and three – quarter kids!?! That’s just silly! I can picture a family with two kids, and one that was just all body and no head, or a body with a head but no feet or some appendage or two missing off the kid…take your pick! Statistics! Bunch of crap, if you ask me!
But what good was all that when I spent the bulk of my life searching for my Tormentor?
In between jobs, tracking him down all over the country and even up into Canada? What was the point when I had no one I loved to share it with? Oh sure, I had had boyfriends, but none of them were my Jason. No matter how hard I tried to find love again, not one of the guys I dated ever came close to what he had been to me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not celibate by any stretch of the imagination! Oh no! Not this chick! I have needs too, ya know!
Finally making my way into the kitchen, I headed straight for the fridge to fetch my
morning ‘coffee’, a nice, cold Pepsi filled with caffeine and sugar to fuel my day. Sitting down at the rickety kitchen table, I rifled through the folders of bad guys I had to catch and bring back.
Yep! You guessed it! I’m a Bounty Hunter! Lucky me! Well, yeah, it is ‘lucky me’.
Everywhere I’ve traveled, I put out feelers for Spider, my Tormentor. I especially paid close
attention when there was a carnival in town.
Being able to set my own hours and days, travel the country…. It was a pretty sweet setup!
Glancing up, I see my certificates hanging neatly in picture frames along my living room wall. When I was old enough and out on my own, I started taking self defense classes so no man could ever physically hurt me again. Once I got really good at the whole self defense thing, I graduated up to martial arts training. I am proud to say that I have a Black Belt in Judo, Karate
and Jujitsu. I even did a bit of boxing. That’s when I went into mixed Martial Arts. Lets just say that I can kick major ass when the need arises now.
And when I finally do face him, I am gonna beat the living shit out of the man who plays
a starring role in my nightly horror flick, giving him a small taste of what he had done to me.
Maybe I’ll make him beg for mercy, like he use to make me do. Maybe I’ll take him to jail
then…or maybe just end his miserable life. Haven’t fully decided yet.
Grinning at the beautiful picture that was forming in my head of that monster, all
battered, bruised and bleeding, kneeling on the floor in front of me, with his hands clasped in front of him like he was praying and begging for me to let him live, it just sent delicious tingles throughout my body. Then…..I would snap his neck (in my little fantasy). Maybe then the nightmares would finally go away and I could find some peace. Maybe then I could just ‘let it go,
let it go.’
I don’t know, I mean, the older I get, the more my thinking changes about this whole vengeance thing. I know he’s into a lot of bad, very bad things. Things that would put him in jail for many years to come. I just need more than visual evidence. I need concrete, viable evidence
that will stand up in court.
I could see myself being at his trial, maybe even testify some, then watch as that prick got what was coming to him! Wouldn’t it be cool if he actually became someone’s bitch in jail?
Someone who would force himself on him and torture him much the same way he tortured me. I would love to go visit him in jail, if nothing more than to taunt him…
“Remember me, Asshole? I’m the one you tormented all those years ago! And, lookey
here, I’m the one who put your measly little ass in jail. Me! Just a little ol’ female, took you down!”
I would love to see the look on his face! Maybe I’ll even take out my cell phone and take
a quick pic of the look! A Kodak Moment for sure!
Well, I’d better pick one of these bad guys and get started on my day. Going through the
files, I came across one that just curdled my blood….Anthony Lecher, a child molester. Wanted
for Failure to Comply to a Court Order. He was previously convicted of sexually assaulting multiple male and female children under the age of 10. Suspected of more recently kidnapping, raping and murdering a 10 year old little girl, then dumping her body in a dumpster behind the
local shopping mall. Oh, yeah! He’s gotta go! He is the first on my ‘To Do List’ today! The
$25,000 reward posted for him didn’t hurt either!
Having made the decision, I set about getting dressed. Going back into the bedroom, I
headed for the closet and chose my clothes for the day. When I was satisfied with my choice, I
got dressed and grabbing my comb, set about combing out my hair. That took awhile, maybe 10 or 15 minutes, then I braided it, leaving it wet. Made for nice waves after it dried when I did that.
Then I quickly blow dried my bangs and used hair spray to make them feather back off my face and along each side of my head. Been wearing it like this since I was about 12 years old. Still works.
I dabbed on a little bit of powdered blush across the tops of my high cheekbones and
used a little mascara on my already long, full eyelashes. If my lashes were darker, I wouldn’t need mascara, but being as how I had strawberry blonde hair, my eyelashes were a very light color. Without mascara, it was very hard to see them, they were so pale. I also put a hint of tinted
gloss on my lips. A girl’s gotta look nice every chance she gets! Never know if you’re gonna meet the Pope during your busy day!
I needed to look my best to catch the bad guys too. They never suspected what I was until I had them in the backseat of my SUV, handcuffed and headed for jail. Looking nice had its upside! Blind sided the jerks every time. Worked on some women too. Sometimes I think men are the dumbest creatures to ever walk the planet. Oh well! Makes my job that much easier.
Catching a glimpse of myself in the hall mirror, I decided that the ‘motorcycle chic’ look I wore today (actually, I pretty much dressed this way every day) would work quite nicely for what I had in mind. I made sure I wore the faded Levi’s that hugged my figure like a glove with the boot cut flare leg that rode nicely over and down my black granny boots. God! I loved these boots! They laced delicately up the foot to just about 5 ½ to 6” above the ankle and tied in a pretty little bow. They sported a 3” heel that spiked downward. They really make my ass look
fantastic!
I could actually turn heads with this get up. The blouse I chose today was one of my new
partner’s favorites. Its what I call a ‘pirate shirt’. Billowing long sleeves that tapered down to the
wrists, a deep ‘v’ cut at the chest with two cords that crisscrossed like on tennis shoes that I left
loose just as a tease for anyone who was looking. And no bra. Some folks, like the lady who sold it to me call it a ‘poets shirt’. ‘Tomatoes……tamatoes’ I always say!
I have this shirt in several colors. One for each mood I might fancy myself in. Today, I
was feeling a bit blue and distracted, so I chose my pale rose blouse to lift my spirits and give me something else to think about besides all the depressing shit that flows in and out of my head on a daily basis….
Grabbing my luxuriously soft black leather motorcycle jacket off the back of the recliner,
I took the keys out of my pocket and headed out the door. Fumbling around in another, deeper pocket of the jacket, I dug out my Walkman, put the ear buds in and pushed Play.
No better way to start the day than with a mix tape starring Survivor, Foreigner, Bay City Rollers, ELO, and a few other rockin’ music groups! Oh! And let’s not forget the totally amazing KC and the Sunshine Band! Now that was a fun group!
Survivor was my favorite, not just because of their awesome music, but because of their
front man, Jimmie. Put a little more height on him and skinny him up a bit and that was my Jason…..spittin’ image of him. I love MTV for showing me Survivor’s music videos. I get to ‘see’ my Jason, even though I know it really isn’t him. But for a couple of minutes, I can pretend. I can pretend he’s still with me. I know it’s stupid, but I can’t help it. I need the fix once in awhile. My
‘Jason fix’. OK, on to other business!
Be bopping my way out to the car, I’m sure I looked a sight! My neighbors would probably think I was having a fit or something the way I bounced my head around with the beat
of the music and was using my hands as imaginary drumsticks to help pound out a tune. Oh well!
Let them think what they wanted, that wasn’t my concern.
Now, my mother on the other hand, would be horrified….
“Oh no!’ she would wail, “What will the neighbors think!?! Can’t you be more ladylike
and civilized? Must you embarrass me in front of everyone?”
Geesh! I was never so glad to get away from someone in my entire life! (Well, there was
one other person I had desperately wanted to get away from!)
She had wanted to use me as her introduction into High Society. She would drill the
proper etiquette into my head til I thought my poor little brain would explode. Have to know how to set the perfect table for every occasion; how to walk properly; how to talk properly; how to flirt and use my assets to lure a rich husband or to make sure I was invited (along with my
mother, of course) to swanky parties so that she could make herself look good in hopes of
making new friends that would lavish her with expensive gifts and take her on luxury vacations with them so that she could pretend that she was one of them.
Every time I told her that I didn’t want that kind of a life, she ‘d just sadly shake her head, heave a long, drawn out sigh (very loud and melodramatic like) and in true martyr-like fashion whine and groan to anyone out in the universe who might be listening,
“Oh, how did I ever end up with a child like you!?! How could you do this to me? Look
at everything I’ve done for you and this is how you repay me? You know, getting pregnant with
you ruined my figure!”
She had also wanted me to be a cheerleader. She had wanted me to be best friends with
the most popular kids at school. I showed her though. Although I did try out for cheerleader in the 8th grade I was quickly laughed out of the gymnasium. And my friends? My friends were the throwaways, the kids no one else wanted around. I found that they were the most honest, trustworthy, reliable people. I would have trusted them with my life. They were the ones who never hurt me or let me down. They were real.
UGH!!! How does she do that!?! Haven’t heard her voice on the outside of my brain since
I turned 18 and moved out! But, here she is….raggin’ on me, trying to make me feel like shit.
Ever since I moved out, her insidious, annoying voice would occasionally invade my mind and
reek havoc with my sense of well being. AND I LET HER!!!!! OK, this is going nowhere, fast.
Moving on….
Getting to my gorgeous, sleek, black and bad ass looking SUV, I started my daily
routine of checking under the hood, under the car, under the driver’s seat, anywhere someone
might want to plant a bomb. In my line of work, you make enemies and some of those enemies are hardcore criminals who wouldn’t bat an eye over taking you out.
It had already happened, a couple of years back. A small incendiary device had been
attached to my gorgeous motorcycle, my Pride and Joy, my Precious. It had taken me three years to save up the money to buy it. A sleek Harley Davidson 750 cc. It was black with silver trim and man could it cruise! Topped out at 150 mph! Sure, it was loud and all my neighbors dreaded seeing us coming, but I didn’t care. I had my dream!
But it was all taken away in the blink of an eye, all because I had captured the Kingpin of a drug cartel who had jumped bail and I had brought him back to face justice. Apparently that
didn’t sit too well with him. I had chased him clear into Guatemala. Talk about a fire fight! I seriously believed I would be taken back to the states in a body bag.
But the look on his face when I showed up at his trial was priceless! He looked like he’d
seen a ghost! I’m sure he thought I was playing harp with the angels. I would’ve been too if not for one nosy neighbor lady, Miss Emmaline. She alerted me about seeing a strange young man checking out my bike.
If you wanted to know what Joe Blow was doing with Sally Dally or really anything
about anyone, just ask Miss Emmaline. She was the neighborhood gossip and busybody. Even at 83, she was an active lady, and had some sick need to be up in everybody’s business!
So, I went back to my apartment and got out my binoculars and had me a little look-see.
And wouldn’t you know it! She was right! There strapped to my beautiful bike was a bomb and it was attached to my starter. If I had gotten on my Harley and started it, I would have been blown to bits. So I pulled out my cell phone and called my good buddy, Sergeant Bowles who was head of our bomb squad department. His team was there within 15 minutes. Needless to say, I was impressed.
Well, after Bowles looked it over, he decided that it was a simple bomb, easy to diffuse
and he let one of his rookies have a go at it, ‘additional training for the kid,’ he had said.
Unfortunately, the kid got scared and before any of us could intervene, his shaky hands set off the bomb. Apparently the starter wasn’t the only way to set it off. My bomber had a Plan B it
turns out. Damn!
There weren’t enough pieces of that boy to put in a brown paper bag after the dust
cleared. It was his birthday, it turned out. Some birthday present.
The following week, Sergeant Bowles’ 12 year old son found him hanging by his neck
out in the family’s barn. The note he left behind was an apology to the rookie’s family for having gotten the kid killed and of how he just couldn’t live with the knowledge that he had, in essence, killed the 22 year old. He apologized to his wife and children and prayed that God would forgive
him, even though he couldn’t forgive himself.
The son, Frankie (I think that’s his name) went through a lot of therapy, but ultimately
ended up in a home for the mentally challenged where he is constantly under suicide watch. He doesn’t talk anymore and just sits and stares out the window in his small cell like room. So sad..
Wow! This blouse is NOT doing it’s job today! I’m a veritable Debbie Downer this morning! Geesh! I need to get my head back in the game and pay attention to what I’m doing.
Don’t wanna end up like that rookie. That would be bad. OK, forward ho!!!
Seeing no bombs, I climbed in, started the engine with the push of a button and sat there a minute just listening to the engine purr. It was quiet, but had a majesty all it’s own. What a marvel for our day and age. Power everything…windows, locks, seats, you name it. Plus it could hook you up to the Internet! There were apps galore and all were controlled by the sound of my
voice!
I could even use an app to dial a number and I could talk to someone on the phone, hands
free. Their voice would come through the speakers of my radio! And they could hear my voice as well! All without a phone or a Bluetooth in my ear! What an age I lived in! Would you believe….even the seats are heated!!!!
Too bad all that new fangled technology, sciency shit couldn’t resurrect the dead. But from what I’ve read, that’s God’s area of expertise and He only did it once…for His Son. Oh! And that Lazarus dude too! Well, enough chit chat, I’ve got a job to do!
Pulling out onto the street in front of my apartment, I headed for Denny’s Restaurant
where my new partner was waiting for me. Partner…what a strange feeling to have a partner.
Didn’t want one, never wanted one. I guess I was worried that, with one, I’d never be allowed to go after, let alone beat the crap out of and very probably kill the man who haunted my every waking moment and had a starring role in my nightly nightmare. So, I had flown solo.
But my boss knew what my end goal was and he was trying his damnedest to keep me from accomplishing it, hence the new partner. A guy of all things! Like he believed I had to have
a man to keep me safe and away from Numb Nuts. OK, probably reading too much into this and
being a bit on the touchy side.

Chapter Two

Upon arriving at the restaurant, I tucked the manila folder into the front of my jacket and zipped up to keep it in place then forced my thoughts to the task at hand. Walking in, I saw him, my partner, chatting up a cute little waitress. He was sitting in a back booth, smiling up at the girl as she leaned over, (showing her cleavage, no doubt) with pad and pen in hand.
The first time I laid eyes on my new partner, oh goodness, must have been about 6
months ago now, (my how time flies!) my heart stuttered a few times and felt like it was
slamming against my ribs. My mouth went dry, I went weak in the knees and came damn close to passing out. He so closely resembled My Jason, at first I thought it truly was him and I had a spark of hope and excitation. Then I came crashing back down to earth and realized there was no
way in hell he could be My Love. My Jason is dead………..I had watched, in horror, as Spider
killed him.
There are moments when I catch myself starting to call him Jason. It’s hard at times,
especially when he gives me a lop sided grin, exactly like Jason’s was or some other facial
feature that is just like Jason. Or he says something that reminds me of My Jason. It is sheer madness at times!
As I strode up behind the petite waitress, I saw that Jake’s gaze immediately flew to me and his grin widened considerably as I came closer. When the waitress saw where his attention had drifted, she looked over her shoulder up at me with utter distaste in her demeanor as she slowly looked me up and down as if I was the scum of the Earth, something that came from the wrong side of the tracks.
I was feeling a bit full of myself this morning and decided to put on a real show for this
little bitch. So, I put a little more sashay into my hips and made a big show of my curves as I made my way around her to take my seat next to Jake. And for an added eye opener, I leaned over and gave my very startled partner a red hot kiss on his lips, making sure I made the appropriate ‘mmmm….yummy’ sounds. I added in running my fingers through his luxurious mane of hair for that little extra oomph.
Before I had the chance to ‘think’ about what I was doing, I was transported back in time
and I was once again in Jason’s arms. My Jason. I felt the familiar tease of his tongue brushing my lips, seeking entrance. I gladly let him in and as we dueled with our tongues, I felt the burn
start in the pit of my stomach, the slow burning embers that were quickly being flamed into a roaring cyclone of fire that was spreading through every limb, every fiber, every cell of my being.
I lost myself in the sensations Jason wrought within my body, my mind. I could feel his arms wrap around my waist and draw me closer to him as he deepened the searing kiss. His
hands were moving up and down my back in a frantic bid to touch me everywhere all at the same time.
And then I could feel his hand cup one of my breasts and gently knead my aching orb
while his thumb brushed back and forth over my hardening nipple. I was losing my mind with the escalating sensations coursing through me. I was hot and chilled at the same time, the cyclone of fire was turning into a raging inferno and spiraling out of control. And I didn’t want it to end. This felt too good to be true. Everywhere he touched, I felt branded.
Suddenly I was being dragged over on to his lap, settling me down over his erection,
never stopping the kissing. As I faced him, I about flew apart when I felt his hard length rubbing my clit through my jeans. All I could do was move my hips ever so slightly back and forth, alternating with little circles and side to side movements over his growing cock. I could feel his
heat through my jeans, rising up into my core. The heat wave was spreading out and traveling at incredible speeds to reach every corner of my body. I started trembling with need and was about to rip Jason’s clothes off so that I could ride his cock into oblivion when I was so rudely brought
back down to Earth. Damn it to hell!!!
Somewhere out of a long tunnel came a voice, a male voice, a very stern sounding voice, “If you don’t stop what you’re doing right this instant I’m calling the cops! This is a family restaurant! There are kids here for Christ’s sake!”
Helping me to climb off his lap and trying to pull himself together, Jake tried to look
contrite as he softly apologized to the Manager. Turning to me, he got this lop sided grin and said with a little shrug of his shoulders, “Oops!” and tried to help me put things back in place on my
person. My breath hitched when I glanced up and saw that grin. It was so My Jason I saw in that moment. I almost cried from the pain of it.
I did feel very ashamed and embarrassed for having gone all wanton slut on poor Jake
like that. But….WOW is he a good kisser! Everything around me had disappeared the moment
our lips met and I forgot it all, except him. Talk about getting carried away!
“Good morning, Gorgeous!” Jake said, directly to me as he slid over towards the window
to let me in. His voice actually sounded a bit hoarse and throaty I thought, like he was in the throes of passion or something. Naw, that couldn’t be it! He didn’t see me like that. We were just friends, nothing more, nothing less…right? Right?
Once I sat down next to him, the waitress, whose name tag read ‘Shelley’ huffed and
turning on her heel, walked briskly away with her head held high and her brunette curls bouncing away on her shoulders. Another broken heart, I thought. Trying not to burst out laughing at the funny picture the poor girl looked.
“Well,” I started, “I guess it’s self serve for me!”
“Can I help it if women find me irresistible?” he said, waggling his eyebrows. Then
more seriously, “Um, what was that?”
Reaching for a menu, I just rolled my eyes at that comment and innocently asked, “What
was what?” Hoping to stall him long enough that he’d just let it pass and I wouldn’t have to give him an answer. I wasn’t even sure I could give him an answer.
Perusing the wide variety of delicious options available I finally narrowed in on what I
wanted to eat, my old stand by of 4 link sausage, 2 eggs over medium, hash browns and toast.
“You know what ‘what’ I’m talking about! Don’t you play that innocent act with me! You
forget, I’ve seen you in action, I know all your sneaky little ways. So, come on…what was that ‘hot and heavy’ you just laid on me?”
I just can’t look him in the eyes yet. I’m still smoldering from that little make out session.
What if I take one look and jump his bones again? Can’t go there, just can’t go there! Gotta keep this business-like and above board.
“Oh, that?” I coyly queried, stalling for time to get my brain functioning properly again.
“Yes, that!”
I could tell by the tone of his voice and that annoyed look on his face that he was getting
seriously flustered by my stalling. Take a deep, cleansing breath girl…….OK then.
“OK, as I was walking up to the table, I could see that cute little waitress trying very hard to impress you with her assets. When she noticed that you had turned your attention away from her and she saw me, the look she gave me just kinda set me off. I mean, I was feeling my oats and decided I’d show her that I wasn’t someone to look down on.”
“So, all that passion and heat you were putting out was just an act!?!” Jake incredulously asked her. If that’s all it was…..no, it couldn’t have been. She felt it! I felt it! It couldn’t be fake on her side, it just couldn’t, he thought with a gut wrenching feeling in the pit of his stomach.
“Well, yes,” but when she saw the downfallen look on his face quickly added, “At first it
was just an act.” Deciding that he was my partner, he deserved my honesty. So, here we go.
“Like I said, at first. But, damn Jaso……er Jake!” Get a grip girlfriend, you just about
blew it! Can’t make stupid mistakes like that, I think to myself. “You’re an awesome kisser and you really know how to stoke my embers into an inferno in no time and I got a little carried
away.”
“A little!?! Just a little carried away?? Kass, I was ready to sweep everything off the table, lay you down and fuck you blind! If that was just a little carried away, I’m actually terrified of what you’ll be like in full blown, let yourself go sex mode!” Putting the menu down, I mumbled, under my breath, “Then I guess it’s a good thing
you’ll never find out.” Just then I noticed an older waitress come walking up to our table, pad and pen in hand. I just elbowed my partner in the ribs gently when I noticed it wasn’t the perky chick
from earlier. When he protested, I turned to him and mouthed, ‘I told you so!’ Now it was his turn
to roll his eyes, but I could tell by the crinkling of skin at the corners of his eyes and the light that sparkled from those eyes that he was finding it difficult not to bust out laughing. It was a struggle, but we managed to keep it together long enough to place our order.
That brief interruption turned out to be a good thing. Jake quit with the third degree about our little ‘episode’ and we could move on, albeit a little awkwardly. But we could move on.
As we waited for our breakfast, I took the ear buds out of my ears and placed them along with my Walkman onto the table directly in front of me.
“Geez Kass! Dating yourself much?”
“What!?! What are you talking about?”
Jake picked up my battered old Walkman and held it up for inspection, eyeballing the
piece of electrical tape I had holding the battery compartment door closed. I snatched it away
from him and put it back in my pocket, glaring at him all the while.
“Kass, when are you gonna join the 21st century and get yourself a CD player at least? Or better yet, an iPod or an MP3 player that you can have thousands of your favorite songs downloaded on to?”
“I like my Walkman just fine, thank you very much!” I told him. “I tried the CD player
and it constantly skipped when I tried listening to it when I walked or in the car and hit a bump.
Not worth the irritation of singing along with a song and having it skip to another section. Royal pain in the ass! And an iPod? Really? Way too easy to lose. So, about my poor little Walkman?
I’m good.. thanks!”
Having said that, I unzipped my jacket and pulled out the manila folder that I had placed
there as I was coming into the restaurant and tossed it down on the table right in front of him.
“Kass….” he grumbled, as he quickly moved his coffee cup out of the way to keep from
spilling its contents as the folder was tossed down in front of him.
“Our next bad guy?”
“Yeah. His last known address is in Leed. A real douche bag! Preys on little kids.”
Just as Jake started reaching for the folder, our waitress showed up with our food. After
placing the plates down, she asked if we wanted anything else. When we shook our heads no, she turned to leave.
“Just holler if you need anything else!” And with that, she went cheerfully on her way.
“Wow! They got our food here fast!” Jake marveled. With a chuckle he added, “Probably
tryin’ to get rid of us as quickly as possible!”
“Yeah,” I agreed, “you’re probably right!”
Turning back to her meal, Kass reached around in front of Jake and retrieved the salt
shaker. He just leaned back and waited for her before he reached for the pepper.
As she leaned around him, he caught a whiff of her hair and inhaled deeply as memories
came rushing back so hard, it almost overwhelmed him.
He loved the smell of her hair, strawberries and cream. Jake wanted to stick his face in her hair and inhale it’s enticing aroma and found it difficult not to do just that. God he loved this woman! He’d loved her from the first time he had laid eyes on her, from when she knew him as ‘Jason’.
But, Kass believed he was dead. And for now, that’s the way it had to be. All he wanted to do was to break protocol, even if it meant losing his job, and tell her who he really was. To pick up where they left off and forge a new life together like they had dreamed about so long ago.
But, he knew that wasn’t possible, at least not until his assignment was over. Besides, breaking cover now would put her in serious danger and he couldn’t do that to her. He was here to protect
her.
But when the time was right and he was given the green light by his superiors, he would tell her everything. He had it planned already. He was going to tell her his true identity and he prayed that she would forgive him and welcome him back into her arms. He still hadn’t figured
out how he was going to explain the fact that he was alive or the massive plastic reconstructive surgery that he was ordered to have done when he had been assigned a deep, deep undercover assignment two years ago. Would she even believe him? If she did, would she forgive him for
letting her think he was dead all these years? Would she want to be with him again? He needed to come up with something spectacular to insure that she did.
“Hey! Space Cadet! Earth calling Jake!”
Coming back to the here and now, slowly, he answered, “Huh? Oh! Sorry..was just
thinking.” Picking up his fork, he delved into his food and took a huge bite of his biscuits and gravy in hopes she would see he was eating and not ask questions.
“I see that! OK, I’ll let you eat.”
Shrugging my shoulders, I got busy with my own meal. It was none of my business what
Jake was thinking about. If he wants me to know, he ‘ll tell me. No biggie.. (but its
growww…..innnng!) the sing songy voice inside my head whimsically answered. Man! I was really dating myself with that one! Smothering a snicker, I continued on with the food in front of me.
We ate our breakfast in silence, each lost in our own little world of thoughts. When we had finished and the waitress had come back for the plates, Jake once again picked up the manila folder and quietly read it’s contents.
“OK,” he started, “How do you wanna do this?”
“That is a very good question, my dear Dr. Watson…”
“Oh, so you’re the infamous Sherlock Holmes now?”
“Well, if you insist!” she purred seductively, batting her eyes in his direction in a slow, sweeping lift of her head, like she’d seen done on TV.
“You can bat your eyes all you want, it doesn’t work on me. Remember?”
“Well…..”
Her long drawn out ‘well’ had him snapping to attention, this never bode well when she
started like this. Uh oh, here it comes! he thought.
And he was right, this wasn’t good…
“I was thinking that since he likes little kids so much, we could pose as a kid in one of his favorite chat rooms. Maybe lure him into a meeting, then snag his ass. I wouldn’t mind it if he resisted, if ya know what I mean!” I said, while I waggled eyebrows.
As she took a sip through the straw in her glass of milk, Jake could only chuckle. He
knew what she meant, and truth be told, he wouldn’t mind either.
“OK, Rambo -ette. But, we need a backup plan, just in case.”
“Hey! I thought I was supposed to be Sherlock Holmes!” I pouted for a moment as if hurt, teasing him a bit, but then got serious, “Why a Plan B?” I was confused. My plan was flawless, easy peasy puddin’ and pie. There was no way Mr. Andrew Lecher could resist, they’d
nab him, end of story. No need for a Plan B.
“Why??? How about, what if he doesn’t fall for it? He’s not stupid, ya know!”
“I know he’s not! But, think about it: he was in jail for five years on previous charges. He gets out on parole. He’s a repeat pedophile offender. Don’t you think he’ll wanna sate his need just as soon as he can? Picture this…….
“He does fine….for awhile. But, he can’t help himself. He sees little Amy Keppler and
pounces. Now, he’s on the run again. He somehow manages to stay under the radar ever since.
But, it’s been several months and he can’t take it anymore. He has a definite time pattern. And it’s time. His need, his hunger rears it’s ugly head and he has to sate it. What better place to find a victim than in Chat Rooms for kids?”
“Alright, you’ve got a point.” he conceded. “So, what now, Sherlock?”
Flashing my pearly whites at him, I start laying out my plan,
“Well..First we find a….

Chapter Three

About an hour later, after having hashed out the details, Kass and Jake were headed to
Keppler’s Bookstore where they knew they could get good, reasonably priced tablets capable of WiFi internet. They could then get online with that WiFi internet, be more comfortable and it would look more legit to Lecher if he decided to check their IP address.
“OK, Jake,” Kass said, “Why don’t you go get us a couple of Nook tablets please, so that
we can use them to go online with. I’ll find us a comfy spot to settle in at.”
As I watched him walk away, I couldn’t get over how much he reminded me of My Jason,
and of what a magnificent ass he has. I felt a slight little twinge of heartache as I was suddenly slammed with memories. Memories that were coming more frequently and with more intensity with each time they hit here of late. Damn, I need to get my head screwed on better! Got to stop thinking about Jason, got to!
Feeling a sudden heaviness settle in around my heart and lungs, I heaved a huge sigh as I set out for the tables and chairs that were a part of the Pop’s Exotic Blends coffee shop at the back of the bookstore. Upon finding a little couch that wasn’t being used, I planted my ass just as
delicately as I could without looking like a gangly foal and waited for Jake.
While I waited, I decided to look through Lecher’s file and pick out a chat room that he
liked to frequent. As far as I knew, he had no idea anyone else knew about the specific chat rooms he used. Boy was he in for a surprise when I nailed him! Oops! When we nail him. Really needed to get used to the idea of we, I wasn’t a solo act anymore.
Softly chuckling to myself, I gave a little start when I heard Jake’s baritone voice right behind me ask, “What’s so funny?”
He was Native American, he just had to be, as quiet as he was, always sneaking up on
me!
“Nothing!” I too quickly and irritably replied, embarrassed that he had seen me jump.
I’ll probably never hear the end of it now. I was supposed to be the one who never got
startled or snuck up on. I had to play it cool at all times! ‘Never show weakness to anyone!’ That was my motto. Besides, I’m a Bounty Hunter, I Am Woman (…hear me roar! Ha! Ha!) and I am a
Bad Ass Chick! (oooohhhhhh God!!! That is so hilarious!)
Raising his hands up in mock surrender, Jake jokingly said, “Okay, okay! Geesh
girlfriend, touchy much?” Seeing her right eyebrow raise at that jest, he stopped while he was ahead and sat down next to her.
Quickly going back to the file, I thumbed through the many pages until I found the paper with all of Lecher’s past chat rooms and aliases. Figuring it would be easier to just start at the top
of the page and work our way down, I handed the paper to Jake and told him how I thought it should be handled.
“How about we start at the top of the list and work our way down? Since we each have a
tablet, we can alternate. You take one chat room, I’ll take the next one, and so on. What do ya think?”
“Sounds like a solid plan! Let’s get to it!’
For the next two hours, they diligently worked the chat rooms, looking for Lecher. Just as Jake was getting ready to suggest they move onto the next set of rooms, he got a ping. A new player coming in to the room. It was their mark, it had to be. This person was using the same alias that was listed on their sheet, only in a different room. OK, so he’s gonna play switch-a-roo.
That suited Jake just fine.
Nudging Kass to get her attention, he returned to the screen. When she saw what it was he was alerting her to, she logged out of her chat room and logged into his to watch what would happen next and she didn’t have long to wait.
Andrew Lecher was posing as a 12 year old boy. The alias he was using, ‘SadSack12’
really garnered a lot of attention and welcomes from the others in the chat room. A couple of kids asked him why he picked the handle he did. And true to form, Lecher laid out a pathetic, sad, hook, line and sinker sob story that got him a lot of sympathetic responses.
And that’s just what he was going for. He would lure the kids in with a sad story, hoping to get kids who wanted to reach out to him and be his friend. He would chat them up, let them offer to be his friend in the real world, then hem and haw back and forth with them, until they had him ‘convinced’ to meet in real life. Hook….line…..sinker…..GOTCHA!
And his story today was a whopper! He was telling these kids that he came from a broken
home, his dad had walked out on he and his mother at Christmas time when he was only 4 years
old and how his mother had turned to alcohol in order to ‘cope’ with the loss and that when she got drunk she would beat him unmercifully….because, she told him, he reminded her of his father.
And there were times when he’d go hungry, because his mother spent most of their
welfare check on booze. Sure, they had Food Stamps, but she would trade them for more alcohol.
And more often than not, he went to school in rags. He would try to do the laundry to be able to at least wear clean clothes. The other kids at school teased him relentlessly and the teachers, really, were no better. They looked down on him too and were mean to him because of his mother and how he had to live.
When one child popped up and messaged him, “Why not call CPS?”
He typed back, “What’s CPS?”
There was a flurry of typing activity from several others in the chat room. “Child Protective Services” every single text read.
Lecher was silent a couple of minutes, enough for one user to ask, “Hey, Bud! U still
here?”
“Yeah, still here. Just thinking about CPS and if they really could help me.”
Jake and Kasandra just looked at each other incredulous that anyone could fall for Lecher’s overly blatant lies. Talk about over the top! And these kids were buying it! How sad, but
totally sweet too, the way these kids were rallying around one of their ‘own’. Showing him
caring, sympathy and empathy.
Kids were truly amazing. Well, a lot of them were, anyhow. There were the bullies out
there in the world who derived great pleasure from hurting others, either physically or
emotionally, more often than not, both. She had been on the receiving end in school herself.
It was really frightening how easy it was to lure a child in like that. How easily a child
believes. They see the world around them as a marvelous, wondrous playground where bad guys just can’t possibly exist…..until it’s too late. So sad….
Getting back to the drama unfolding on my tablet, I tried to turn my attention off the past and on to the present. When I looked back at the screen, I saw that one of the kids, ‘JoshuaHurt10’ had sent a message saying that, he too, was the victim of abuse at home and school bullies and totally got it, let’s get together and help each other through this.
Holding their breath, Jake and Kass waited to see what Lecher would do. They didn’t
have long to wait as they watched the text materialize on the screen:
“Really? U do that 4 me? U really want 2 be friends?”
“Heck yeah!” came the reply.
“Ar u sure? I mean, I’m kinda scared. Never had a friend before.”
“No thing 2 be scared about! I won’t hurt u! I swear!”
“Well, OK, if u’re sure. I live in Red Lake, where do you live?” Lecher asked.
“Hey! Cool! I live in Red Lake 2! Wanna meet at the fairgrounds? There’s a really rad spot we can just chill. It’s between 2 buildings next to the livestock pens. All grass and shade trees! We could skateboard, or roller blade or whatever!”
Jake, without realizing what he was doing, reached down, finding Kass’ hand that was
resting on her left thigh and held on tight, as the anticipation of what Lecher would say next
drew him up tight. He only fully became aware that he was holding her hand, when she gently squeezed his hand in response.
She didn’t let go….his heart started to race and his breathing was coming in short, shallow breaths. He didn’t know if it was because of the chat room drama unfolding or that he and Kass were actually touching! Holding hands! He was having a real hard time concentrating, he was
almost giddy with the feel of her hand in his. He never wanted to stop touching her. He felt major
tingling sensations radiating up his arm and suffusing his entire being with warmth and light.
When Kass spoke, he near jumped out of his skin, he was so far gone in his thoughts.
“That’s it! We got him! Come on, let’s go!” Letting go of his hand, she logged out of the
chat room and the tablet. Standing, she reached down to grab her jacket off the arm of the sofa and headed for the front door.
All Jake could do was stare at her backside as she made her way to the front of the
bookstore. He was still reeling from that brief contact with her. His mind was definitely NOT on the game at hand. Thoughts turned into pictures turning into sensations as what had happened back at the restaurant assaulted him. Sending wave after wave of hot, pulsing lava crashing over
him, around him, through him. He couldn’t move.
Sensing he wasn’t following, Kasandra stopped, turned around and asked, “Well!?! You
waitin’ on an engraved invitation?” Then turning back, she walked on.
Finally snapping out of his brain fog, Jake stood only to discover that his jeans were
fitting a bit snugger than when he had first sat down. Yeah, his cock was rock hard and throbbing against the fly of his pants. Trying to think of ‘old nuns and dead cats’ like Lily Tomlin had Steve
Martin thinking of when he was trying to have sex with the gorgeous girl who ended up being the villain in the movie, “All Of Me”, he hurried to catch up with his partner.
Not waiting for Jake to open the SUV door for me, like he always does, I hopped up into
the driver’s seat and buckled up. I waited for Jake to come out so we could decide where we
would go to wait til show time. Coming alongside her, he walked up to her window.
“My place?” he asked. “It’s a lot closer than your apartment. Plus, it’s air conditioned, and
I have an awesome 40” 4k TV complete with surround sound, frig stocked with your favorite and mine…..Pepsi, and did I mention it’s close by?”
Shrugging her shoulders and trying to act all nonchalant she replied, “Cool! Lead the
way!”
After getting into the driver’s seat and buckling up, he started the engine and headed out of the parking lot. Turning left he went to the stoplight. Seeing that it was green, he turned left once more onto Mercy Road. It wasn’t far to his place.
All the way there, he chewed himself out for having decided to take Kasandra to his
apartment to wait until it was time to go get Lecher. What the hell had he been thinking?? There in lies the problem, he mused. He hadn’t been thinking. It was something that just popped out of his mouth without any forethought given and he couldn’t take it back. He just hoped he could keep it together. Could he keep his hands off her? He sure did hope so.
He knew that Lecher wouldn’t be meeting JoshuaHurt10 until about 4 pm and it was only
12:30 pm now. Could he hold out with her being in his apartment so damn close to his bed? In
his apartment where all his fantasies of her lingered? Maybe if he could keep them talking business, he’d survive.
Checking his rear view mirror, he made sure that she was still following him. What the hell was he going to do?

Chapter Four

Pulling into his parking space, he cut the engine and grabbed up his laptop and briefcase from the passenger seat before getting out of his Dodge Ram 2500. He loved his truck. Had a Cummins Turbo diesel engine that could really haul ass when he stomped the gas pedal. This baby could fly and he reveled in the power each time he opened her up and it pushed him back in the seat! It was his favorite color too….Candy Apple Red. It didn’t have 4 wheel drive like he had always had in the past, but he didn’t care. He knew how to put chains on.
Waiting at the front of his truck, he watched Kasandra pull into the space next to him and
get out. She was a sight to behold. Her long legs stretching to meet the pavement as she got out of her SUV sent thrill chills throughout his body and set his cock ramrod stiff…….again.
Geez, he groaned inwardly, can a guy get blue balls from this constant up and down
erection bullshit? He needed to readjust himself and really hoped she didn’t see him doing it.
That would be awkward and they had that in spades already today.
Reaching into his pant’s pocket, he pulled out his apartment key and headed up the stairs not even looking to make sure she was behind him. Just play it cool, he kept thinking, like nothing happened at the restaurant. Oh man! Here he went again! Just the thought of the damn restaurant started it up again! He just knew he’d have to look for a new restaurant to go to now.
He’d never be able to go into Sambo’s without flashbacks ever again! Ugh!!!!!
Reaching his apartment door, he inserted the key, unlocked the door and swung it wide
for Kass to enter first, he was always the Consummate Gentleman. Well, he tried to be.
Following her in, he softly closed the door and locked it. Old habits die hard. Always lock the door behind you, lessens any nasty surprises coming through the door that way. Just might save my life some day, he mused.
“Make yourself at home.”
Going over to the overstuffed couch, she laid her jacket across the back and sat down.
“Thanks! I will!”
Heading off into the kitchen, I ask, “Hey! Wanna Pepsi?”
“Is the Pope Catholic?” she shot back at him.
“Is he?”
Not receiving an answer, I decided the silence was enough of an answer.
“Gotcha!”
Coming back into the living room, I found her looking over the CD collection that I kept
on the shelves next to my TV stand. Walking up to her, she turned and took the glass I held out for her.
“Thanks!” she said, taking a sip of the cold beverage. “This is quite the collection, I’m
impressed!” Picking up one of the CD’s, she held it up for me to see the cover, “Never thought you for an Eagles fan! I really like them too! Especially ‘Hotel California’ and you have, I think,
every album Chicago ever put out! This is just too cool!”
“Well, what can I say? I’m an oldie but a goodies buff.”
“Hey me too! Nice to know I’m not the only freak around!”
Feeling playful, I did my ‘hunchback, arms swinging in front of me gorilla, handlebar
mustache twirling impression of Snidely Whiplash, Egor voice as I sidled up to her and said,
“Oh, darlin’, you have no idea just how much of a freak I am!” I waggled my eyebrows at her for the final touch.
Oh geez, what the HELL am I doing!?! Flirting!?!FLIRTING!?! I should NOT be flirting with her! I had to change the subject, fast. As I quickly rifled through different subjects I could talk about with her that didn’t include throwing her over my shoulder, carrying her into the
bedroom, tossing her onto the bed and having my wicked, wicked way with her, I need not have bothered.
Relief flooded me as she doubled over, holding her arms around her middle as she cut
loose laughing. The laughter soon turned to giggles, uncontrollable giggles. All I could do was watch her, fascinated, loving how her face lit up and at the wonderful sounds she made. She tried to stop the giggles, but no matter how hard she tried, it seemed to make it even more difficult. Finally, the giggling started to slow down and there were longer ‘serious’ moments. I watched as she kept swiping at her cheeks to remove the moisture that her laughing
had caused as her eyes kept watering.
Even with her watery eyes, she was still the most beautiful, sexy female to ever walk the earth as far as he was concerned. God! He loved this woman!
Finally under control, Kass placed her arm on my shoulder, gently squeezing and with
great effort to keep from cracking up again, said,“OK, you keep bragging up….. this big TV of yours and…..and your spectacular surround sound system. Let’s see it in action! What you got in the way of movies?” Followed by another round of busting out laughing.
With a grateful inward sigh, I gently took her by the elbow and led her over to the couch
and motioned for her to sit. When she started to speak, I touched her lips with my finger to stop her and went over to my extensive movie collection. I grabbed one of my 250 CD cases off the bottom shelf of the bookcase, laid it on the TV stand and unzipped it. Going through it, one page at a time, I finally found what I was looking for. Pulling it out of it’s sleeve, I popped it into the DVD player and pushed the start button.
Picking up the TV and DVD remotes I walked back over to the couch and sat down on
the opposite end of Kasandra. Turning on the TV, I switched it over to HDMI2 and the previews screen popped up. Quickly pushing the menu button on the DVD remote, the main screen popped up and I pushed ‘play movie’.
“Suicide Squad?”
“Yeah, I thought that since we’re going after Creepy Boy today, this was the perfect
movie to get us all revved up for the job!”
“Cool! I like this movie!”
“Thought you might. Plenty of old school violence with a touch of comedy and very little
drama.”
Settling back, they both got comfortable to watch the movie.
At some point, Kasandra took her shoes off and taking a throw pillow from behind her,
placed it upon Jake’s lap and laid her head down on it, drawing her legs up on to the couch.
Laying on her side, she continued to watch the movie.
Jake, on the other hand, couldn’t watch the movie. He was trying to concentrate on
keeping his hands from resting on her shoulder. So, he put his arm up on the back of the couch
and settled in for a very long 134 minute movie.
She couldn’t help herself. She needed this. She needed to feel a man’s touch. Snuggling
up to Jake just felt so natural, so right. She needed Jake’s touch. She couldn’t stop thinking about the restaurant incident. Her entire body was thrumming with sexual tension. Right now, she wanted him….be damn the consequences. She’ll worry about that later, right now, she needed to
get laid.
But her body had another idea. It must have known she was in a safe, calming place
because she fell asleep about 15 minutes into the movie.
At the end of the movie, Jake gently shook Kass’ shoulder to wake her. She mumbled a
bit sleepily, stretched delicately and gently wrapped her free arm across his lap and over his thigh, giving him a little squeeze. Instant erection!
Swallowing down the very large lump that suddenly appeared in his throat, he took a second to try and get his thoughts under control before speaking.
“Um, Kass?”
“Hmmm?” she replied all dreamy like.
“Um, Sweetheart, if you don’t move your arm we’re gonna have another episode like at the restaurant and I don’t know that I’d be able to stop.”
Removing her arm and rolling over on to her back, she looked up at him. Her voice husky
with lust and sleep, she replied, “Would that be so bad?” Slowly she raised her hand up to his face and lightly stroked his cheek along his jawbone. She watched him from half closed eyes.
She could see the struggle there.
But what was the struggle? She thought, from what he had said, and the way he reacted to
her that he wanted to have sex with her as badly as she had wanted it. Was she mistaken? Had he come to his senses and realized that he didn’t really want her? Was she flawed?
Oh, God!!!
Suddenly feeling self conscious and ashamed, she sat up and mumbled her apologies and rushed off to the bathroom to get herself together and to get away from the humiliating situation with Jake.
She had slept peacefully. She awoke feeling like she was on top of the world and could
break out into song at any moment. Then, she was hit with sheer, unadulterated lust that would not be ignored. Realizing that her head was on Jake’s lap, she took a chance and let him know, through her touch what she wanted.
But then she looked into his eyes and saw the look on his face and faltered. He looked as
if a giant spider was perched on his lap and he didn’t know how to get rid of it. She thought she saw disgust and horror written on his face. That’s when it hit her that maybe he just wasn’t that
into her and the restaurant episode had been a fluke. Maybe she had caught him off guard with her little ‘attack’ and he had only responded the way he did because he had been so grossly involved with the little waitress, Shelley. Maybe Shelley was the one he envisioned kissing him.
Feeling her cheeks burn like 2 glowing embers, she quickly went to the sink and turned
on the cold water. Splashing her face with the freezing cold water, she tried to wash the memory of what she had just done off her. How could she face him now? Would he pity her? Rage at herfor her overtures? Ignore her…….or worse yet…. Leave her?? She wouldn’t blame him. But the
thought of him leaving her…. for some reason that hurt the most.
Trying to pull myself together, I about jump out of my skin when I hear Jake start to knock on the bathroom door and gently call out to me. I’m not ready to face him.
“I’ll be out in a minute! Just need to freshen up a bit first!” I call back to him.
“Kass?”
“Yeah?” Is that hoarse, squeaky – ish voice coming out of me?
“Is something wrong? Did I do something wrong?” his gut is twisted into knots. The last
thing he ever wanted to do was to hurt her. She had totally taken him by surprise out there on the couch. He was so confused, he could only stare at her not sure what to do. He hadn’t wanted to take advantage of her sleepy state of mind, if that’s what it was. She had looked up at him with such desire, heat, lust. He wanted to thrust his cock deep into her hot, wet channel and not stop until they were both spent with orgasmic bliss.
“No, Jake,” she replied with a long drawn out sigh. “I…..no, never mind. You didn’t do anything wrong, I did.”
Opening the bathroom door, she looked up at him, not understanding the look he was
giving her. If it had been her Jason standing there, she knew what that look on his face would mean. It would mean that he was sorry for letting her think he didn’t want her. Jason would be lavishing kisses on her, stroking her back, holding her, telling her how much he loved her and wanted her…always. Jake? She had no clue.
Seeing the look of pain, the shimmer of unshed tears in her eyes, he replayed the scene on
the couch, trying to figure out what had gone wrong. Then it hit him like a ton of bricks… she thinks I rejected her! That I didn’t want her! Oh God!
“Kass, honey?” He stepped up to her, putting his arms around her, he drew her close,
despite her little struggles and protests. Putting a finger under her chin, he lifted her face to his and placed a kiss tenderly upon her lips.
“I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life!”
“Yeah right! Very funny…ha ha.” She replied a bit snarkily.
“I swear Kass! I’m not just saying that. I just didn’t want to take advantage of you, having just woke up from your nap and all. And, then with us being partners and I know how you’ve always said that you didn’t believe in sleeping with someone who you worked with. That’s all! I just want you to be sure that this is what you want. What you really want.”
Not waiting for her reply, he decided to show her just how much he wanted her. He was
tired of waiting, sick and tired of all the cold showers he’d had to take just because he was trying to be the gentleman and do the right thing. Screw that! Picking her up, he carried her into his
bedroom, unable to hold out any longer. Gently laying her on his bed, he followed her down.
All he wanted to do at this point was to ram his cock in her, slamming her cunt so hard
and fast that she cried out his name as she fell apart in his arms. But, he knew he had to take his time with her and somehow that was great too.
Leaning over her, he kissed her luscious, made for kissing lips. His heart was slamming
hard against his chest wall and a loud roar was ringing through his ears as the blood pulsed with insane heat throughout his body. For a brief moment he wondered if he was having a heart attack. Oh, but what a way to go! he mused.
Succumbing to Jake’s delicious kisses, I can’t help but melt and open my mouth to his probing tongue. He duels with my own tongue, exploring my mouth. The taste of him is so familiar, but I can’t place it and really…..what does it matter at this point? He tastes incredible and I gently push his tongue back into his mouth and follow it with my own. Tasting, teasing, stroking. I’m losing my mind with all the flood of sensations. I feel like I’m going to cum just
with his kisses! Enough thinking! I chide myself and start to ravish him with my hands. Wrapping my arms around him, I draw him even closer to me. His hand finds my breast through the shirt and he cups one while he uses his thumb to rub back and forth across the nipple, slowly, achingly
slow and I arch into it. I pull my mouth away from his long enough to suck in a breath as new sensations pulsate through me.
He gives my throbbing breast a gentle squeeze, then moves over to the next breast and
repeats the same, slow torture. He stops long enough to lift my shirt above my breasts. I gasp
with surprise, quickly followed by moans of pleasure as I feel his mouth wrap around a nipple
and draw it in as his tongue licks and swirls around it. Mind-blowing….that’s all I can think, as he devours each nipple in turn.
I feel his one free hand slowly moving down my abdomen to find the button on my
jeans. Still ravishing my breasts with his mouth, in one quick movement, the button is undone and he is zipping the fly down. I decide to return the favor and undo his jeans. I purr with absolute pleasure as his cock springs free and brushes my skin, urgently bumping my hand as if
to say, “Hey! Play with me! Pleaaaa……sssse…..” How can I refuse such a request?
Gently I wrap my hand around him, unable to come full circle, his cock is so thick. I hear him suck in a breath and I set to work. I run my hand up and down his shaft, slowing at just below the head to find his sweet spot…the spot that will make him jerk and buck into me. I drag my hand upwards in a very slow move and when I reach the top I close my hand around the head and give an ever so gentle squeeze and tug. Then I run my hand back down, fast. After about 4 strokes, he is pumping into my hand, pre-cum is glistening and I have an insane urge to lick it.
So, I do.
Heedless of what he is doing to me, for the moment, I rise up onto my knees. I position
myself near his legs. Ever so seductively I start to climb on top of him, gently placing first one knee, then the other right between his legs. Facing him I sprawl out between his legs. Laying there, eyeing his crotch, I wiggle upwards until I can reach his enlarged shaft easily.
Using one hand to grab it’s base and hold like a cock ring, I lazily run the tip of my
tongue from the base of his cock to the slit at the top.
I watch his face for a reaction to my ministrations and am rewarded when I see him throw his head back, groaning. Bringing his head back into position, he looks into my eyes with a smoldering intensity that makes me shiver from the inside out.
I use my tongue to slide in and out of the slit on top and taste the pre-cum that’s spilling from it. I revel in the taste. I never dreamed guy’s cum or pre-cum could taste good, but his does.
I’ve never cared for the taste of cum and always tried to avoid going down on guys. I could never really stand the taste of ‘penis’ either, but, this is different somehow. I love his taste, I want more
of it and so, I take.
Watching her between my legs, I was dumbfounded by what she was doing. I couldn’t believe this was really happening. I finally have her! She’s …… ‘oh God! What, what is she
doing? Oh dear sweet Lord…she’s licking my cock…oh geez….can’t think….gonna cum…not yet,
not yet…feels so damn good….never felt….how in the hell did she know this is what I’ve always
fantasized about!?!
Immediately following one long, luxurious lick up his cock, Kass moaned his name as
she deep throated him….my God! She’s deep throating me! The vibration of his name in her throat sent massive waves of ecstasy throughout his body. Feeling his balls tighten, he knew he was just about to explode. With each swallow, she moaned his name and he was loving it!
“Mmmmm, Jason”
“Mmmm, Jason”
“Uh, Jason?”
“Hmm?” he barely managed to utter.
“Jas…ke?”
“Jake? Jake! Come on! Wake up! We gotta get ready to go!”

Chapter Five

Slowly opening my eyes, I felt a bit disoriented as the fog melted away and I saw
Kasandra leaning over me with her hand on my shoulder, gently shaking me awake. Looking
around, I realize that I’m on the couch and not in my bedroom with her between my legs and my
cock in her mouth.
“Wow! That must have been some dream you had!”
“Huh?” I asked groggily.
“Yeah, well, you were doing a lot of moaning and one of your hands was fisting a pillow
you had put on your lap. Look at you! You’re all sweaty! You really need a shower!” I put a little emphasis on ‘really’, cause, yeah, he looked a mess and I wasn’t going to sit in a surveillance vehicle with him like this.
Shaking his head to dispel what was left of the dream, he agreed with me. Rising to head
for the bathroom, he mumbled, “Give me 20 and I’ll be ready to go.”
Closing the door, I went to the shower and turned the water on. Deciding a cold shower
would be in my best interests, I left the hot water faucet off. Stripping out of my clothes, I stepped into the shower. My stupid mind took me back to the bedroom, er, dream immediately and I was once again immersed in it. How could I not be?? It had felt so real! None of my previous fantasies about her ever came so close to feeling this real.
God damn! Son of a bitch! Of all the rotten….Mother Fucker!!! Slamming my fist
against the tile, I took a small portion of my frustration out on the innocent tile that was now crumbling under my assault. I just couldn’t bring myself to care at the moment.
My cock is rock hard, my heart is aching like there’s no tomorrow and all I can think
about is her…..My Kasandra….My Sandy…..My Everything…….My Destiny….
Stepping back, I stand under the spray of cold water, not feeling the cold. Unable to help myself, I take my shaft in hand and start stroking up and down, slowing over the head as she had done. Imagining it was her hand on me, her voice murmuring my name, her sweet body next to mine. I continue. As the sex bits of my dream unmercifully replay in my head I rub harder and faster, I can feel my balls tightening up. I can feel my release quickly approaching, then finally
exploding into the spray of water coming down.
I am so sick and tired of the fantasy, though, I want the real thing. I don’t know how
much longer I can go on like this. It’s pure hell, that’s what it is! Torture! Pure unmitigated torture!
He was so heart sick for wanting her, for loving her so much and not being able to tell her who he really was…..he took a moment and let his silent tears flow, mingling with the water that was rolling down his face. Slowly lowering himself to a squatting position, his shoulders shook
with the ferocity of his emotions.
After what seemed like an eternity, he stood up as a thought strayed into his head, a thought that took root and became an idea, then quickly became a plan. He was going to tell her who he really was, be damn the consequences. He couldn’t take being this close to her and not be able to touch her, hold her, kiss her. He hated the lies he had to tell her. And for what!?! A job??
He’ll find another job! Maybe a real life bounty hunter, not just one he played for the ‘job’.
That’s it then! I have to tell her! Then that little voice of reason stepped up to the mic and in a not so gentle voice said, ‘And then what? You just expect her to run to your open arms and forgive you for letting her think you were dead all these years? Get real! If you’re lucky, she’ll only make you bleed….ALOT!’
‘OK,’ I tell this little voice, ‘you got a point. But I can’t go on like this. Somethings gotta give. I have to tell her, even if she hates me forever. I will wait as long as it takes for her to love
me again.’ With that thought in mind, I decide now is as good as any to tell her.
Toweling off and running a comb through my hair, I grabbed another towel and wrapped
it around my waist. Satisfied that the good parts were hidden, I opened the bathroom door and headed for my bedroom to get dressed. I could hear voices coming from the living room and knew that she was watching TV. Sounded like a sitcom from all the canned laughter I was hearing. Then, I heard it, it wasn’t very loud, but I picked it up….laughing. My girl was laughing!
It was such a beautiful, melodious laugh, it made my heart AND my gut clench. I didn’t hear her laugh much. I wanted to hear more of it. I wanted to be the one she shared her laughter with.
Giving myself a mental shake, I continued on into my bedroom. I glanced over to the bed
and…..geesh! Now I can’t even look at the bed without remembering everything that had
happened in my latest dream! Damn! Here comes ‘Junior’ again! That’s the nickname that
Kasandra and I had given my manhood so many years ago. I had forgotten about that, til now.
My cock is hard as a rock again, as if I hadn’t given it a release just minutes ago!
So much for the towel! Thanks to Junior I couldn’t keep the darn thing on anymore.
Grabbing the edge, I tossed the damp towel onto the laundry hamper that I had placed next to the bedroom door. As I started to turn around to head for the closet, I heard a slight rapping on my door. Before I could say or do anything, Kasandra opened the door and casually strode in.
And like something out of a Three Stooges flick, the door opened and slammed into me. I
was able to get my cock out of the way, but not my face. I had pushed my hips back, thus leaning my upper torso forward and got smacked right on the end of my nose. Cussing, I took a couple of steps back. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Chapter Six

Looking up at the clock on the TV stand, I realized that we needed to get our asses in
gear if we were going to intercept and grab Lecher before he could grab that poor kid. I needed to get Jake moving. I thought I heard him leave the bathroom and go into his bedroom. I didn’t even consider the possibility that he was naked. Just didn’t enter my head. I gently knocked on his door, calling his name and like an idiot, an ill mannered idiot, I just walked right in as if I owned the place! We were partners…I should be able to do this, right?
Well, I was in for a surprise. And, damn! What a gorgeous hunk of a surprise I found! I can’t seem to take my eyes off his…um…..damn……
‘OK girl’, I tell myself, ‘get a grope…wait……. did I just think grope?’
Swallowing the very big, dry lump that had suddenly appeared in my throat, I finally
noticed that I had hit him with the door.
“Oh geez! I am so Sorry! You OK?” I asked in a rush, as I saw him grab his nose and
stumble back a few steps.
“Yeah, I’ll live! Don’t worry about it!”
Damn if my cock wasn’t standing at attention again under her scrutiny. I could see the flickers of desire in her beautiful eyes. Eyes that I had memorized when we were together all those years ago. I remembered how they changed color depending on her mood. When she was angry, her eyes were chocolate brown. When she was happy they were sky blue. And when she was aroused, her eyes were a deep green with gold flecks shot throughout. And right now, they were a deep green with gold flecks sprinkled throughout.
I licked my dry lips and about fell over when I saw her lick her own lips, then gently
nibble a corner of her lower lip as she moved her gaze slowly up and down my body, stopping at my burgeoning shaft. I watched her swallow hard and I could see how her pulse quickened in her
jugular as she saw Junior bouncing up against my flat abdomen, the head I could feel was slick with pre cum already.
Feeling her cheeks burn, Kasandra mumbled a “Sorry!” and quickly turned on her heel
and went out to the hall, closing the door behind her. Leaning against the door, she took in a few deep breathes to get the waves of hot flashes under control before she could trust her voice or her
traitorous body.
‘Damn I’m horny!’ was about all I could think as I struggled with my warring desires. On the one hand, I wanted nothing more than to rush back into that bedroom, throw Jake on the bed
and take him on the ride of his life. On the other hand, somewhere in my lust fueled brain, I reminded myself that we had a job to do. We had a little kid to save from the likes of Andrew Lecher….Pedophile Extraordinaire….Asshole from Hell. I’m really hoping there is a special place in Hell for people like him. Their own little ‘shop of horrors’.
OK, that worked! I’m not horny anymore. Standing up straight, I turned and gently
rapped on the door.
“Don’t worry. I’m not coming in again. Just wanted to give you a head’s up that we need
to go. It’s time!”
“No worries! Be out in a sec!”
Wait! Did he just say ‘sex’!?! Naw, couldn’t of heard that. I think it’s time to get my ears cleaned out! Or better yet, get laid! Sighing I head back into the living room, sit down on the couch and wait for Jake.
Opening the bedroom door just enough to see out, Jake watched her go, unable to do
anything but stare after her. He couldn’t even answer her when a few seconds later she called through the door to let him know they needed to get going. Talk about addled and dumbstruck!
Shaking my head to clear it, I start moving. She’s right, they had a bad guy to nab. I got dressed in a pair of comfy jeans, black crew neck t-shirt and my special ‘ass kicking’ combat boots.
I went to my closet and pulled down my ‘essentials kit’. It held my favorite weapons: a sleek knife that fit into a sheath that was special made for me to fit inside my boot, a 45 APC Model 1911 Semi Automatic pistol with magazines that held 10 rounds of any kind style bullet you wanted. Today, I chose the Ball Nose Cartridge. I didn’t want to play footsie, I wanted to
play hardball. This particular cartridge would blow a hole going in and blow a hole leaving the body. Plus several filled clips as backups and several bundles of zip ties.
I took the shoulder gun belt off a hanger and strapped it on. Next I put the 45 into the
holster pouch and grabbed an extra clip. Never hurt to be prepared for the unexpected. I made the almost fatal mistake of doing that once before. Got me shot up and in the ICU for almost a year, in a coma for most of it and tubes sticking out of me everywhere. ‘Better safe than sorry’ was my
new motto after that.
I finished up and headed for the bathroom. I ran a brush through my hair and brushed my
teeth, didn’t want to knock my partner out with bad breath….that would be bad. Bracing myself for whatever, I left the bathroom and headed for the living room.
I decided to play it cool, like what had happened in the bedroom hadn’t really happened.
Best left forgotten, ignored, anything that would dispel this awkwardness I was worried would
now be there between us.
Hearing him approach, she turned her head and smiled when she saw he was all ‘dolled
up’. I swear he’s the cutest thing on the planet all dressed up and looking ready for a fight. I took in the Huckleberry he sported across his shoulder and the way the holster pouch laid so nicely
and easily against his hip. Looked like it strapped to his belt.
He was all dressed in black. Black, tight t-shirt that showed off his muscles and abdomen, a plain looking black belt, black jeans that hugged his fine physique, even down to the black military issue combat boots. He was a sight to behold and she knew he was out ‘for bear’, no pussy footing around for him, he meant business.
“I like your Huckleberry.” I said as I was eyeballing him up and down.
“Thanks. It was a gift..”Then she cut him off with:
“By one of your many girlfriends I presume!”
“My best friend, actually.” He replied. “My best friend who just happened to die 3 weeks
after he made this for me. Michael.”
He looked so sad at that moment, I just wanted to wrap my arms around him like I would
a kid and comfort him. But, the sad in his eyes left just as quickly as it had come and we carried on.
Feeling like a heel, I said, “I am so sorry Jake. I had no idea.”
He shrugged his shoulders. “Don’t worry about it. I’m not.”
“How much time do we have?” he asked.
“We should be leaving in about 5 minutes if we want to get a good seat.” I replied.
“I have an ice chest in the hall closet. Why don’t you go get it and we can fill it with the essentials….Pepsi, chips, some sandwiches, maybe some Twinkies or Ho Ho’s. I think I still have some around here.”
As I headed off to get the ice chest, I heard him rustling around in the kitchen getting
things together. I found the ice chest and brought it to him. He was getting out all kinds of sandwich fixings: mayo, mustard, horse radish (really! Horseradish!?! Ew!), lettuce, tomato, pickles, cheese, looked like three different kinds of lunch meat. He also had 3 different kinds of bread! Sourdough, white and rye. Oh man! What a bounty! Was there any room left in his frig
when he put it all away?
“Wow! Looks like you bought the store out! Think you got enough?” I ask.
He looked up from his task and gave me that ‘Jason’ lop sided grin that made my heart
stutter a couple of beats and said, “I don’t think I have enough! I’m missing something, can’t quite put my finger on it though. My luck, I’ll remember when I least expect it.”
“Yeah, happens to me all the time.” I say. “Need help?”
“Well, you could start loading the sodas in. What do you think, 3 or 4 cans each?”
“OK cool!” And I get to work, trying not to watch the clock.
Jake finished up the sandwiches. He made three for him and three for her. His sandwiches had everything but the kitchen sink on them. He just used a different style bread for each. On her
sandwiches he knew she didn’t like horseradish, mustard or pickles and was allergic to tomatoes.
So he eliminated those items. He used only one kind of meat per sandwich and put the fixings on each of the three styles of bread he had. Finishing up, he put each sandwich in a zip lock baggie
and placed them on the counter awaiting the ice before putting them into the cooler.
Going to his makeshift pantry, he looked around on the shelves for the chips and sugary edibles. Finding everything he was looking for, he turned back and set it all on the counter.
“Why don’t we just stop at the store and pick up the ice?” Kass asked him.
“Sounds like a plan!” Jake replied.
We put all our goodies into the cooler and headed out. Jake carried the thing and asked
her to grab his leather jacket and keys as they headed out the door.
As she held up each key to me so I could tell which one locked the door, I had a quick
flash of a possible future event. One where we were blissfully married and we were headed out
the door for a fun filled day at the beach, or the park. The water park over on Highway 349
flashed in my head and in my mind’s eye, I could totally see her in a slinky bikini, all slick and
shiny with the water that clung to her warm, sun-kissed skin after having gone down a slide. It was a sweet scene. One he longed for. One he ached for.
Nodding his head in the affirmative when she held up his front door key, he watched her lock the door and they headed off down the stairs and to her SUV. Reaching it, he went around to the back and so grateful he had convinced her to buy the model that had the hands free back door opener. He lifted his leg and waved his foot back and forth under the ‘eye’ that would open the
farthest back door.
Hearing the snick of it opening, he watched as it lifted to it’s fullest height and set the ice chest inside. Once done, he lowered the door and made sure it closed all the way. When he went to head for the passenger door, Kass stopped him.
“I’m sick and tired of driving all the time. It’s your turn!”
Catching the keys she tossed at him, Jake could only say, in a stunned tone, “Um, OK,
sure, I guess!” No one, I mean NO ONE was ever allowed to drive her ‘baby’. This was definitely a first and he was flabbergasted! Well OK then, he thought and headed for the driver’s door.
Trying not to think about what this could mean, I climbed into the seat, buckled up and
pushed the Start button. I’ve been itching to drive this thing for quite some time now, but she had always been adamant about nobody driving it, so I didn’t push. I figured that someday I’d earn her trust and she’d let me drive. I wasn’t in a hurry, I didn’t plan on going anywhere.
Watching Jake’s face light up after the shock wore off, I knew I had made the right
decision. He had been wanting to drive my baby for a long time now, but I just never felt
comfortable with the idea. But, today..well…it just felt right. Most of the time my gut instinct is right and I try to go with it. I just hope I can remain calm while he’s in control and not be a side
seat driver the entire time. Knowing me the way I do, it won’t be easy to keep my mouth shut and my hand off the steering wheel!
Heading out, I suggested stopping at the little AM/PM market on Hwy. 245 in Anders
since we’d be going right past it. It would be quick and easy. Easy off, easy on.
As we made our way out of town, I watched Jake handling my Baby and was struck with
a sense of familiarity. Something about Jake and I together, in this car, felt so familiar somehow.
Like we’d been here, in this situation before. Not because of the job. No, it was a different feeling. Like something from my distant past. A tugging sensation in my brain as I watched him out of the corner of my eye.
I know this is weird, but it almost feels like how I felt around Jason. It feels like…. home.
‘But that’s insane’, I tell myself, ‘Jason is gone. How can I possibly feel this way around another man?’ Giving myself a mental shake, I focus my eyes on the road ahead and try to dispel the nostalgia that is threatening to take over.
Pulling into the parking space at the front of the AM/PM, Jake turned the engine off.
Turning to her, he asked, “OK, I know we need ice. Need anything else?”
“Maybe a memory blocker?” she muttered wryly under her breath.
“What was that? I didn’t hear you!” he replied.
“Oh nothing, just being adorably sarcastic.”
“Ah, gotcha! Be right back!”
And with that she was left alone to battle her inner demons while Jake went into the store, whistling a silly little tune as he went. He’d only been gone a couple of minutes when there was a sharp rap on her window. It startled her enough she was reaching for her pistol when she heard a familiar voice out of her past.
“Say hey hey!” the male voice called out, melodiously and a little high voiced.
‘Shit!’ she thought. ‘Of all the times to see RJ again!’
Trying to put on her good girl smile, she pushed the button to slide the window down.
“Hey RJ! Long time no see!” she greeted.
“Hey girl! Where you been? Haven’t seen you, in like, forever!” he replied.
“Oh, you know! Bustin’ chops and takin’ names! Same old, same old.”
“Yeah, gotcha there! Man! Can’t believe it.. us running into each other, here, at the old AM/PM! What are the odds? It’s been, like, what…..5 years since we last saw each other?”
“No, it’s only been about 4 years RJ.” She was really wishing Jake would hurry his ass along and get her away from here. She wasn’t in the mood for good ol’ Say Hey Hey RJ! He was nice enough, but, he was high energy and had a tendency to zap all hers after just a few minutes in his presence! Plus, she wasn’t in the mood to play ‘catch up’ right now.
Trying to be patient and polite, Kass did the idle chat thing until Jake came back out with his store bought bounty. Inwardly sighing a huge relief, Kass said goodbye to RJ as quickly and as nicely as possible.
When RJ had seen Jake opening the back door to set his bags inside, he walked around to
that side of the SUV and introduced himself. Jake quickly glanced over to Kass and all she could do was shrug her shoulders and give him her sorry look.
While waiting in line to ring out, Jake had happened to glance over to where Kass waited for him and saw a strange man standing by her door, chatting her up. He felt a stab of jealousy thinking this guy was trying to hit on her. She was HIS! No other man had a right to claim her!
She was his, as he was hers. Feeling the rage start to curl it’s way through him, he was just about to drop his groceries and go out there and get that guy away from his girl when he saw that he was at the cash register. The gal behind the register must have sensed, or maybe seen, the murderous rage boiling in him, because she was Speedy Gonzalez in getting him rung up and on
his way.
Trying not to draw attention to himself and cause a scene by running out and beating the
crap out of the guy, Jake had tried to just walk at a normal speed. He was hoping that by seeing him put the groceries in the vehicle, Kass’ admirer would get the message and move on.
Unfortunately it sort of worked. The guy saw him and made a bee line straight for him! Rushing his way around to where Jake was trying to get into the car, RJ almost fell as his legs tried to keep up with his enthusiasm to meet Jake.
“Hi! I’m RJ!” Holding out his hand in greeting.
“Jake.” Begrudgingly taking the other man’s hand, but making sure to add a little extra power squeeze to let him know Jake was no patsy to be messed with.
“Wow!” RJ grimaced. “That’s some grip you got there buddy!”
“Thanks!”
“I just came over to say hi to Kass. We’ve known each other since we went to Anders
High. Haven’t seen her in like…..forever!” RJ rolled his eyes dramatically and gave a little girly shake of his head, like he was just one of the girls. “Well, tootles!”
And with that, RJ was off.
“That is one weird dude!” Jake announced as he climbed in behind the steering wheel.
Chuckling, she replied, “Yeah, I know. But, he’s harmless enough. We were pretty good friends back in school. He helped me through a lot of stuff and never once hit on me.”
“Well, if what I just saw is any indication, it’s no wonder he didn’t hit on you, I’d lay odds he’s gay.”
“The gayest!”
Settling into a quiet camaraderie, they got out onto I-7 heading south to Red Lake, each lost in their own thoughts.

Chapter Eight

Arriving at the Telape County Fairgrounds, Jake slowly drove through the gate by the
livestock pens and started scouting a good location to park and walk.
“Let’s find a spot where we can sit and watch. I’d like to be able to be close enough to
take Lecher into custody without freaking the kid out too much.”
“Good idea.”
Having a sudden thought, Jake asked, “Did you put your vest on?”
“Of course I did! You?”
“Yep!”
Having parked, he walked around to Kass’ door and opened it for her.
“Wow! How chivalrous! Nice to know chivalry isn’t dead!” Giving Jake my best (I think
its’ my best) smile, I slide out of my vehicle and start towards the meeting spot. With Jake hot on my heels, we seem to be able to read each other’s mind as we maneuver around and position ourselves to take the bad guy down. We didn’t have long to wait.
Andrew had shown up a little early. He drove a nondescript paneled van and seemed to
be looking for a close place to park that would be out of sight. Finding one, he parked and got out. He was looking around as if to see if he had been followed, then he set about setting up the scene for his next victim.
He sat down at one of the tables right in front of the snack stand and waited, acting like he was reading a book. Just a bit of rest time, maybe on his break. He appeared harmless and unassuming.
As we watched, another man came walking up to Lecher from behind the small building
off to his right. This new guy walked straight up to our guy and started talking to him.
Jake and I just looked at each other dumbfounded. Who was this new character? Did he
know our guy? Would he tell Andrew that we were watching him and blow our cover? We didn’t have long to wait for our answer.
“Andrew Lecher?” The middle aged man asked.
“No…no! You must have me mistaken for someone else!” he nervously replied.
“SadSack12?”
Even from our hiding spot, I could see Andrew pale and start shaking. He didn’t say
anything, he didn’t even look at the man. His eyes were everywhere, maybe looking for an escape route.
“I’m JoshuaHurt10.”
At that, lecher jumped up and tried to run, but had stopped when he saw the pistol come
out from behind the guy in front of him. Frozen in position, Andrew very shakily asked, “Wh..wha…what do you want?” Unable to take his eyes off the pistol, he just waited for the answer.
“I want you dead! You killed my little girl and you deserve to die!” the man was furious
and with each passing moment, his fury and his voice escalated until he was yelling. You could hear the pain and anger in his voice. “My baby, my precious little baby girl! How could you do that to a child? A 10 year old little girl? You savagely beat her and repeatedly raped her!!!! And
then….”The man’s voice broke, anguish washing over him in waves, “And then…..you put her battered, tortured, bloody little body in the dumpster behind the mall like she was garbage!”
Taking a breath to try and calm himself just a little, he started to talk again when he was cut off by his daughter’s killer. With each word he heard, he grew even angrier.
As Jake and Kass watched on in stunned silence, they were shocked when Lecher
suddenly got a dead, cold look in his eyes and stood to face his accuser. He was no longer the terrified, shaking, pathetic whiner. His whole persona seemed to take a 180° turn.
“Ok….so I had a little fun…” Lecher began, with a little shrug of his shoulders. “Where’s the harm in that? Shall I regale you with the details? You’ll wanna hear what I did and how I did it and then how I sent her to Heaven for being such a good girl!”
As Lecher told the whole sickening story, he grabbed his crotch and started rubbing his
engorged impaler as his eyes glazed over in remembrance of the vile deed.
Continuing on in his madness, Lecher further taunted the girl’s father and smiled an evil and sick smile as he watched the shaking become so violent in the girl’s father that it reminded him of an earthquake and the red splotches over his face only helped to fuel his ravings.
Lecher’s hand moved faster over his cock and harder. And as he started to yell out his
orgasm a shot rang out. It was so unexpected at that precise moment that it made both Jake and Kass jump.
A very startled expression played out over Andrew’s face, replacing the look of ecstasy, as he slowly sank to his knees, hand still on his cock, but with a new addition. In the center of the back of his hand was an angry hole where blood was spurting out and covering his pants. As he hit the ground, a scream rent the air as he realized he’d been shot in his dick and then the pain
had hit.
When he finally stopped screaming, he became angry and started to hurl insults and
accusations at the bastard who had killed his buzz.
“You motherfucker! You shot my dick! You lousy, no good son of a bitch!” he
spouted, “I’ll kill you for that! Motherfucker! Son of a bitch! God damn it! Just you wait til I can stand up…I’m gonna fuck you up for this!” Spittle was accenting every syllable as he ranted on.
Then, changing tactics, his voice become softer and quieter.
“I know you have a little boy at home. Your sexy daughter told me she has a brother,
about 2 years younger than her.” Andrew was much calmer now, a plan formulating in his ever increasing foggy brain. He would get even with this jackass just as soon as he healed up.
“You leave Jimmy out of this!” the father spat out, anger just rolling off him in waves.
“Wanna hear what I have planned for your little…….. Jimmy?”
“I’ll kill you if you come anywhere near him, you son of a bitch!”
Watching the exchange between the two men, Jake and Kassie could only stare in
fascination at the scene unfolding before them. Too unsure of the situation…do they intervene and run the risk of everything going south? Or do they wait and see what happens? Opting for the safer (for them anyway) plan, they just watched and waited. They didn’t have long to wait.
Rising slowly to his feet, Andrew, with bloody spittal slowly drizzling down from the
corner of his mouth tried to stand at his full 6′ 2” height. A bit wobbly now from his wound and quickly losing blood, he made one last feeble attempt to goad the girl’s father into a full on rage.
“Your little Jimmy will be unrecognizable when I’m done with him!” he wheezed out.
“I’ll make sure only his dentist will be able to identify the body! He does have dental records, does he not?” Grinning viciously from ear to ear, and laughing hysterically, the sound was suddenly cut off and replaced with the sound of a gunshot. Andrew’s grin was replaced by complete and utter shock. Raising his clean hand to his forehead, he wiped the spot where the bullet had gone into, coming away bloody. Looking and marveling at what he saw on his hand, he said, “Finally…….. it’s over…………..” And collapsed to the ground dead.
No sooner had Lecher hit the ground, then another shot rang out. This time, the father had
turned the gun on himself, and putting the barrel to his temple, Kass could have sworn she heard him faintly whisper, “It’s over Baby” before pulling the trigger.
Not really sure what to make of what just happened, Jake and Kass just stared incredulous at the scene they had just watch play out. It had all happened so fast! In the blink of
an eye, it seemed.
Turning to look at her, I noticed how pale her lovely face had become and how terribly still and quiet she was. I wondered if she were having flashbacks when I saw the trembling start to take over her body.
“Hey, Kass..” I gently said. I really needed to get her out of this mindset and back to the
business at hand.
“Kass, honey?”
When there was still no response, I stepped directly in front of her, hoping to break her fixation on the bodies and try to break the spell she was in.
Cupping her chin gently with my left hand, I raised her face to look up at me. I watched
as she slowly became aware. Blinking her eyes a bit rapidly at first, then seeing her focus in on my eyes, all I wanted to do at that moment was to kiss her lush, full lips and try to take at least some of the memory of what just happened away. But I knew I didn’t dare try it. With my luck
she’d throw me on my ass, if the state of mind she was in was any indicator.
“Jake?”
“Yeah, Honey?”
Jake knew in an instant when she was ‘back’. Her eyes became clear and present and the
trembling ceased to wrack her body.
Shaking my head, I cleared the last vestiges of the flashback I’d been having and
shrugging my shoulders (more to dispel the ugly memory than anything), I smiled up at Jake and said, “No worries! It’s all good!” And turned to walk towards the van.
We could hear the sirens in the distance getting closer to the fairgrounds. We weren’t
exactly sure what we were going to tell the local cops. But, we decided it was best to tell them the truth: Andrew Lecher, known pedophile thought he was meeting a child here to sate his unholy appetites on, but he was met by the father of the little girl he had been accused of killing.
And while regaling the father with the horrific details of what Lecher had done to his daughter, the man shot him in the cock. When Lecher threatened to go after the man’s son, the man shot
him in the head and then turned the gun on himself, whispered “It’s over Baby!” then pulled the trigger.
When police asked why we didn’t intervene to stop the senseless killings. Jake looked at the officer and asked, “Would you have stopped a known pedophile, a person who had admitted that he kidnapped, tortured, raped and killed a 10 year old little girl…..from being shot to death?”
The officer got a bit blustery, squared his shoulders and quickly started spouting rules and regulations, due process and the law.
“Well..well…..” one detective started huffily, “we can’t have vigilantes out there shooting potential suspects. Have to go through due process, ‘innocent til proven guilty’ and all!’
“Lecher admitted in front of three witnesses, Kasandra, myself and the poor girl’s father, that he had killed the child. He even went so far as to threaten the man’s other child, a boy, two years younger than his daughter. The man defended his family. That’s what any father would do!”
Thinking it over for a minute, the officer finally admitted, “That’s what I would have done!” Then turned and walked back towards the bodies the coroner was bagging up. CSI’s were combing the area surrounding the bodies. When they were satisfied they had everything, they got started on Andrew Lecher’s van.
Finding that there was just way too much to go through at the scene in the van, a tow
truck was brought in to take the van to impound where they go through it at their leisure. Even the hardened, seasoned detectives were sickened by what they found in the van. It was a veritable torture chamber. There were chains, shackles, a table with ob/gyn stirrups at one end, several
tools that looked like they were made for causing the most amount of pain, invasive instruments, several rolls of duck tape, hundreds of zip ties. But the one thing that led one man to rush outside
and vomit was a video camera set up on a tripod with a thin sheet of plastic covering it like it was supposed to keep the camera from getting dirty, or maybe bloody and 2 boxes filled to overflowing with video tapes, all labeled with a date and a name.
While talking with another detective, a crowd of maybe 15 people had shown up to see
what was going on. As police officers worked at keeping them as far away as possible and under control, 3 kids broke through the line and stealthily made their way to the van. They had been in the chat room and decided to follow JoshuaHurt10’s lead and try to make friends with SadSack12
and so they came to the fairgrounds to meet him. When they got here, the scene that met them scared them and they had to know what had happened. They each wondered if maybe SadSack’s mom found out what he was doing and got pissed enough to hurt the boy or maybe JoshuaHurt10
wasn’t really a kid, but a child molester and had hurt or maybe killed SadSack. Either way, they
needed to know.
Trying to remain out of sight, the kids listened as the adults talked over the gruesome
details. As they listened, they all started shaking, their knees wobbling, threatening to go out from under them as the gory details were laid out.
When it was over, the three made a pact to never, ever go to meet what they believed was
a child without one of their parents being with them or maybe just call CPS themselves if and when they came across another ‘child’ in the chat room that was laying out a sad sack story. They would never meet anyone alone…
Then, turning, they headed back to their skateboards and headed off to their respective
homes. One of them would have nightmares for years to come over this…..