The four of them were snowed in for the evening, which was ok by Alex. Three beautiful women, and one man. Every guy's dream, right? Alex and Andrea had been happily married for twelve years, and Andrea's two best friends, were at present, single. Melissa had just gone through a nasty divorce, which had ended Alex's friendship with her husband. Any man who beats up on women, is no man at all; and thus, Alex had tossed out their friendship with the evening's garbage.
Sheila, Andrea's voluptous next-door neighbor, had an open, and unashamed crush on Alex for as long as she had known him. This little fact did not bother Andrea in the least; she trusted her husband totally, satisfied him completely, and she knew Sheila well enough to know that she would never do anything to ruin their mariage.
Melissa, on the other hand, was already drunk, depressed, and lonely as hell. Andrea had spent the last several weeks helping her through the final stages of her divorce, and was on edge that Melissa had already consumed four and a half glasses of brandy in the two hours since they had arrived.
It was the onset of nightfall, on a late November evening, when the four of them had gotten together to celebrate Andrea's promotion to Vice President of Advertising. Their dinner was eloquent, yet simple; baked salmon, marinated in Andrea's own lemon/butter and light rum sauce. The side dishes, Melissa and Sheila had brought along to help cut time in the kitchen. The conversation flowed as freely as the liquor, and the evening was progressing well. With their dinner over, Andrea suggested that they all move into the den, with the warm glow of firelight to set the mood.
Alex sat in his favorite king-sofa recliner that he picked out purposefully to clash with Andrea's refined taste in decor. She allowed him that luxury because he had seduced her in that very chair, while the store manager was off busily attending to other "serious" customers. She had scolded him for taking such a chance in public, but she was quite turned on by his inventiveness and brazen lust of the moment.
The girls plopped onto the thick pile carpet in front of the warm roaring fire, each with a fresh drink in hand. Alex had his usual thin-lipped mug of premium beer. Sheila scooted closer to Alex, "Hey Alex, want to play strip-poker?" She giggled."You'd have to ask Andrea that question Sheila," Alex cooly replied. "It's her party.""How about 'Truth or Dare?" Andrea changed tactics, catching the gleam of her husbands eye.
"I'm not- " Melissa protested, "Well, I don't think that's such a good idea Andrea. Do you remember the last time we did that, you got mad as hell at me because I told you that I hooked up with What's His Face, in our Culinary Arts Class?""Well sweetheart, you were still married at the time, and it was risky as hell. I had to think fast when Asshole called over here, looking for you. I didn't know what the fuck you were doing. Besides; two wrongs, don't make a right."
"I don't think it's a good idea either," Alex added. "Women always play the truth part, and never the dare. Where's the excitement?""Oh, I don't know about that Alex," Sheila said. "You never know, you might be witness to a 'Cat Fight', Rrrreeer!" Sheila teased, showing her claws."Or maybe, Sheila will take off her clothes and make x-rated snow angels outside!" Melissa laughed and spilled her drink on the stone hearth. "Oops! Alcohol abuse!" She looked at Alex with her best bedroom eyes- "Al, be a darling, and get me another one.
""It would be my pleasure, Mel." Alex caught just a glance of Andrea's disapproving eyes, as he got up and padded over to the bar to get Melissa another brandy. He poured himself another beer, taking pleasure in the mechanics of opening an ice cold bottle of Michelob, and pouping it into his favorite mug, frost forming on it as it reached mid-pour in the glass. "Oh yeah!" He handed Melissa her glass, and listened in on the game, already in progress.
"Truth!" The two girls said at the same time as they ganged up on eachother."Ok now, something secret," Mel said to Shelia. "Something that you've never told anyone else before.""Ok! Alex, I'm madly in love with you!" She confessed. "Have been since the day I met you.""Bullshit! That's no secret!" Andrea attacked her with a fluffy pillow. "Now, you have to take our dare!""Ok! Ok. Ok.- Go ahead, make my day!" Sheila surrendered.
Wait a minute, come over here Andrea," Mel pulled her just out of earshot, whispering , then giggling. "Let's see if she'll do it...Shelia," Andrea said, licking her lips. "You have to give Alex here, a big kiss on the lips!"
"Oh come on girlfriend, you can do better than that!" Sheila stood up, and leaned over towards Alex, then looked back over her shoulder at Andrea, smiling. "How about one of my 'specials?"
"Wha- Whadaya mean, specials?" Alex ask her, uncomfortable that the attention was now on him, his reaction. Sheila turned to Alex. "That's right, you never had one of my 'melts in your mouth... long, hard, wet kisses that last three days!" Alex's eyes were as big as quarters. With just a hint of hesitation, she planted a light kiss upon his lips. "There," Sheila said, smiling back at Andrea, "Is that what you wanted to see?""Well done!" Andrea nodded back in approval. "You passed the test with flying colors!"
"Next!" Sheila said, turning her focus on Melissa. "Truth or Dare?""Truth, I guess," Melissa said sheepishly. "Ok now," Andrea said, "Something you've never told anyone." Melissa nervously ran her finger around and around the edge of her glass, looking into the fire when she finally spoke.
"The last time he hit me..." She swallowed hard before continuing. "I- I never told anyone, but I was- I was pregnant!""Mel!" Andrea put down her drink, and held Melissa's hand tightly in her own."Why? Oh honey, what happened?" Melissa took a deep breath, then began. "I had known for a while I guess, before I finally took a test to confirm it. But, I wanted him to be the first to know. I guess I thouhgt it might make a difference, that maybe it might change things."
She stopped to take a slug of her drink. She almost put it down; but then, picked it up again to finish it off before she continued. "Of course, I was dead wrong. It sent him into a blind rage. He started screaming at me, saying that I'd planned it all just to try and change him. Anyway, he started hitting my like he always ends up doing; and I did my best to fight back, but I was trying to protect the baby. He noticed. He stopped. Then he got this look in his eye, and I knew what he was going to do."
Andrea and Sheila were both at her side, trying to help her through this. Melissa wiped the tears from her eyes, and half smiled at Alex to get her another drink; which he immediately retrieved for her, his eyes wide and waterly."Go on sweetheart," Andrea said to her. "Tell us about the baby."
"Well, after he was finished, I locked myself in the bathroom. I just knew I had lost the baby, and I just sat there, on the toilet and cried. I couldn't stop, couldn't hold back the pain and the loss. I sat there for the longest time, exhausted and spent. Then, when I finally got the strength, I got up, flushed, and went into the bedroom to get dressed. When I came out, the bastard was watching cartoons. Do you believe that? He was watching fucking cartoons."
"So that's the day you called me to come and get you? The day when you finally listened to me and left the son-of-a-bitch!" Andrea was visably shaken."I told him that if ever touched me again, I'd kill him where he stood!" Melissa replied."So, what did he do when you told him that?" Shelia asked unbelieving."Well, he laughed in my face, until I shoved the Lady Smith up his nose!"
Sheila glanced over at Andrea, avoiding Alex's glare. Alex's eyes gave away his thoughts even before they escaped his lips. "Andrea!" Alex started after her. "Now wait a minute Alex!" Andrea got up to calm her husband. "If I hadn't given her my gun, he would've killed her too, eventually.""Next!" Alex said, as he sat back down in his chair, looking directly into his wif'e's eyes. "Truth or Dare?" Melissa said to Andrea as she blew her nose and wiped her eyes with a tissue that Sheila had gotten her."Dare!" Andrea said with a mocking look of confidence. "I'll take the dare.."
Friday, February 18, 2011
"Truth Or Dare" part 2.
""OK. Strip for us," Alex said matter of fact. "Strip for us all.""Alex!" Sheila said with raised eyebrows and a wry smile. "Whatcha' got in mind?""Andrea wanted to play, so lets play," Alex replied. Andrea's eyes made no attempt to hide the fact that she found this very interesting. Where was Alex going with this, she wondered? Well, they were all about to find out.
"Ok guys, you asked for it!" Andrea got up off the floor, and proceded to strut her stuff across the room to the Hi-Fi, and at the same time, the two girls went, "Boom-baba-boom, boom-baba-boom!" Laughter erupted from everybody. Andrea took her time looking through their large collection of CD's. Alex was getting somewhat impatient, and leaned over to Sheila, whispering something in her ear, causing Sheila to giggle uncontrollaby."Alright you two!" Andrera said, without turning around. "Hands off the sawbones!"
"Just pick out some sexy music and take it off baby, take it all off!" Alex teased.Andrea smaked her lips together when she found what she was looking for, and put the disc into their BOSE Home Theater System. She made the appropriate song selection, adjusted the volume, and waited for the music to cue up, anticapating their reaction
"I lie in an early bed... thinking late thoughts, waiting for the black to replace... my blue. I do not struggle in your web- because it was my aim to get caught. But daddy longlegs, I feel... that I'm finally growing weary of waiting to be consumed by you..."
As Fiona Apple's voice oozed from the twelve tiny speakers throughout the room, Andrea's finger dipped into her mouth, seductivley sucking, then slowly withdrawn, tracing her lips with the moisture, teasing. Her body undulating to the sexy, sassy singer's rendition of "The First Taste." Her hands moving between the straps of her dress, then underneath-
"Give me the first... taste, let it begin... heaven cannot wait forever..."
Andrea's eyes never left her husband's as she danced to the hypnotic melody.
"Darling, just start the chase...I'll let you win, but first you must make the endeavor..."
Inch by inch, Andrea began revealing more skin, the staps falling off her shoulders, then lower, eyes glued to her inhabitions. Her bare breast, barley covered, she continued without missing a beat, as if she was a pro. Alex couldn't believe his eyes as she proceeded even lower.
"Oh, your love gives me a heart contusion...
Adagio breezes fill my skin with sudden red-
Your hungry flirt borders intrusion..."
Andrea let her dress fall to the floor as she continued her seduction. Dressed only in lace panties and garters with stockings, she unsnapped first one, then the other.
"I'm building memories on things we have not said...
Full is not heavy as empty, not nearly my love, not nearly my love... Not nearly..."
Andrea slid her left stocking down, then off her leg, and draped it over Alex's face.
"Oh my God! Andrea, You've been moonlighting as a stripper!" Sheila said, her eyes transfixed on the decadent movements of Andrea. Melissa was into it too, laughing in-between sips of her drink, switching to something harder from the bar for the occasion, straight Wild Turkey. Alex was mesmerized as the other stocking made it's way down his wife's long, luscious leg and joined the other over his face.
"Give me that first taste, let it begin...heaven cannot wait...forever
Darling, just start the chase...I'll let you win, but first you must...
Make the endeavor..."
Andrea turned around, tossed her head back, letting her long golden hair cascade down her bare back, rolling her head from side to side to the music. Her hips swaying, legs together, then apart, then together, fingers tucked into the waistband of her white lace panties. Alex's eyes were glued to the scene that was unfolding, and he was smiling like a Cheshire Cat. Melissa was moving to the music and still laughing, stoned and drunk. Sheila's eyes were locked onto Andrea, as she tempted them.
"The first taste, let it begin...heaven cannot wait... forever
Start the chase ... I'll let you win, but you first you must make the endeavor..."
Fingers pulling down, over the perfect curves, and pulling on down the long tapered legs.
"Ahaa... Oooo... Dada... Dadooo... Ahaa... Oooo... The first taste..."
Andrea placed the silken undergarment over her husband's head where her stockings had once been, just as the song came to an end.
"Jesus H. Christ!" Alex said to his wife, shifting uncomfortably, trying to hide his excitement. They all clapped and whistled cat calls as Sheila got up and kissed Andrea on her cheek.
"Girl! You gotta teach me how to do that!" Sheila told her with a flush face. No wonder Alex won't ever make a pass at me, He's got "That!" Sheila started to help Andrea pick up all of her clothes, but Andrea interrupted-
"Just pile em' up over there by the couch," Andrea said to her. "I'll just go put on something more comfortable, ha, ha!"
With that, Andrea dissapeared into the bedroom. Sheila was visably flush from the performance, and Melissa was, uh, drunk!
Sheila turned her attention towards Alex. "Next!" She said, pointing her finger at Alex, wagging it back and forth, taunting him. "Truth or Dare?" She demanded to know. Andrea returned wearing a Michigan Wolverines jersery, big enough to cover her entire body. Underneath, dark, satin-blue bikini panties.
"Now that's more like it!" She said with a little relief, now that the attention was not focused on her. "Next!" She repeated Sheila's previous question to her husband. "Truth or Dare, Alex?"
"Truth! I- I mean Dare!" He said, uncomfortable that he was the last to go. "Shit!" He paused. He finally gave up, realizing the situation he was now in. "Truth," he said to Andrea. "Truth!"
"Ok guys, you asked for it!" Andrea got up off the floor, and proceded to strut her stuff across the room to the Hi-Fi, and at the same time, the two girls went, "Boom-baba-boom, boom-baba-boom!" Laughter erupted from everybody. Andrea took her time looking through their large collection of CD's. Alex was getting somewhat impatient, and leaned over to Sheila, whispering something in her ear, causing Sheila to giggle uncontrollaby."Alright you two!" Andrera said, without turning around. "Hands off the sawbones!"
"Just pick out some sexy music and take it off baby, take it all off!" Alex teased.Andrea smaked her lips together when she found what she was looking for, and put the disc into their BOSE Home Theater System. She made the appropriate song selection, adjusted the volume, and waited for the music to cue up, anticapating their reaction
"I lie in an early bed... thinking late thoughts, waiting for the black to replace... my blue. I do not struggle in your web- because it was my aim to get caught. But daddy longlegs, I feel... that I'm finally growing weary of waiting to be consumed by you..."
As Fiona Apple's voice oozed from the twelve tiny speakers throughout the room, Andrea's finger dipped into her mouth, seductivley sucking, then slowly withdrawn, tracing her lips with the moisture, teasing. Her body undulating to the sexy, sassy singer's rendition of "The First Taste." Her hands moving between the straps of her dress, then underneath-
"Give me the first... taste, let it begin... heaven cannot wait forever..."
Andrea's eyes never left her husband's as she danced to the hypnotic melody.
"Darling, just start the chase...I'll let you win, but first you must make the endeavor..."
Inch by inch, Andrea began revealing more skin, the staps falling off her shoulders, then lower, eyes glued to her inhabitions. Her bare breast, barley covered, she continued without missing a beat, as if she was a pro. Alex couldn't believe his eyes as she proceeded even lower.
"Oh, your love gives me a heart contusion...
Adagio breezes fill my skin with sudden red-
Your hungry flirt borders intrusion..."
Andrea let her dress fall to the floor as she continued her seduction. Dressed only in lace panties and garters with stockings, she unsnapped first one, then the other.
"I'm building memories on things we have not said...
Full is not heavy as empty, not nearly my love, not nearly my love... Not nearly..."
Andrea slid her left stocking down, then off her leg, and draped it over Alex's face.
"Oh my God! Andrea, You've been moonlighting as a stripper!" Sheila said, her eyes transfixed on the decadent movements of Andrea. Melissa was into it too, laughing in-between sips of her drink, switching to something harder from the bar for the occasion, straight Wild Turkey. Alex was mesmerized as the other stocking made it's way down his wife's long, luscious leg and joined the other over his face.
"Give me that first taste, let it begin...heaven cannot wait...forever
Darling, just start the chase...I'll let you win, but first you must...
Make the endeavor..."
Andrea turned around, tossed her head back, letting her long golden hair cascade down her bare back, rolling her head from side to side to the music. Her hips swaying, legs together, then apart, then together, fingers tucked into the waistband of her white lace panties. Alex's eyes were glued to the scene that was unfolding, and he was smiling like a Cheshire Cat. Melissa was moving to the music and still laughing, stoned and drunk. Sheila's eyes were locked onto Andrea, as she tempted them.
"The first taste, let it begin...heaven cannot wait... forever
Start the chase ... I'll let you win, but you first you must make the endeavor..."
Fingers pulling down, over the perfect curves, and pulling on down the long tapered legs.
"Ahaa... Oooo... Dada... Dadooo... Ahaa... Oooo... The first taste..."
Andrea placed the silken undergarment over her husband's head where her stockings had once been, just as the song came to an end.
"Jesus H. Christ!" Alex said to his wife, shifting uncomfortably, trying to hide his excitement. They all clapped and whistled cat calls as Sheila got up and kissed Andrea on her cheek.
"Girl! You gotta teach me how to do that!" Sheila told her with a flush face. No wonder Alex won't ever make a pass at me, He's got "That!" Sheila started to help Andrea pick up all of her clothes, but Andrea interrupted-
"Just pile em' up over there by the couch," Andrea said to her. "I'll just go put on something more comfortable, ha, ha!"
With that, Andrea dissapeared into the bedroom. Sheila was visably flush from the performance, and Melissa was, uh, drunk!
Sheila turned her attention towards Alex. "Next!" She said, pointing her finger at Alex, wagging it back and forth, taunting him. "Truth or Dare?" She demanded to know. Andrea returned wearing a Michigan Wolverines jersery, big enough to cover her entire body. Underneath, dark, satin-blue bikini panties.
"Now that's more like it!" She said with a little relief, now that the attention was not focused on her. "Next!" She repeated Sheila's previous question to her husband. "Truth or Dare, Alex?"
"Truth! I- I mean Dare!" He said, uncomfortable that he was the last to go. "Shit!" He paused. He finally gave up, realizing the situation he was now in. "Truth," he said to Andrea. "Truth!"
"Truth Or Dare" part 3.
Alex wasn't so sure that he was going to go thru with this. He went to the bar and fixed himself a double Jack and coke and stood with his back to the girls, facing the fire, then he began." Andrea, how long has it been since I got off the Force and been with Stealth Security Systems?"
"Em, a little over three years, why?" She answered him.
"And before that, how long was I a cop?""Well, you'd been a rookie about a year when we met and married, so that would make it about eight years." Andrea had been relieved that he had left the job and found a better one in the private sector, less danger and more pay. She always felt that Alex missed being on the job."Yeah, I know." Alex took a long pull from his drink, then set it on the mantle.
"You never pushed the issue when I turned in my badge," He continued. "Even when there were rumors that I was dirty, and had to quit or face jail. You never questioned me. Why?"
"Hey! You knew how I felt about you being a cop. I thought it would be exciting at first, but after we were married, there were a lot of nights I wondered if you were comming home to me alive. I didn't like it, but I wasn't going to tell you how to live your life. You had to find your own path and go with it. I was, and always will be there for you." Andrea lit up a smoke as her husband turned around to face her. "Besides, I wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. I was glad you quit, no matter what the reason. And you could never have been dirty. Never." Andrea paused; then, not sure where he was going with this, "Do you miss it?"
"No!" Alex bent down, and looked directly into her eyes. "No I don't."
"So babe, what's this all about?" She was intriqued; yet, intuition told her that this wasn't going to be good. Alex finished his drink. Sheila and Melissa shared the sofa-recliner with criss-crossed legs and big, anxious eyes. None of them would be prepared for what Alex was about to tell them. Not even Alex.
"My Partner, Rose and I, had to check out a domestic disturbance call, along with a missing child. In this city, that could mean anything, but we were expecting it to be routine. We were wrong. Dead wrong."Alex stopped to fix himself another drink. A triple. To get through this, he would need a lot of courage.
Everybody called his partner "Rose," because he was a big, red-headed Irishmen, who always had rosey-red cheeks.
"Anyway, when Rose and I got to the scene, we could hear this guy's voice booming from the inside, telling his wife to 'Clam up, or else!' We knocked on the door, and she opened it up a crack to see what we wanted. We showed our badges and credentials, and asked if we could come in. She said that this was a bad time, but we told her we really needed to come in to ask a couple of questions and sort all this out.When we entered the apartment, we were met by a huge rottweiler, he must have been at least 150, maybe 160 pounds, and he wouldn't shut-up, he just kept barking and barking. The woman, she's still upset, and starts babbling about something that niether Rose nor I caught. Then, her old man gives her 'The Eye' and she shuts up."
Alex stopped for a minute to poke the fire, and toss another log in, then he continued."Rose, he takes the wife, and sits her down in the kitchen, while I talk with the husband. This guy is a piece of work, a real winner. He's got everything but 'Mom' tattooed on his arm. Hadn't bathed in days, maybe even weeks. Beer cans crushed and scattered all over the place, cigarette butts and burns on the chair. I asked him about the squabble between him and his wife, he says she'd gone off about how he dropped the kid off at his sister's place before she'd gotten home from work. The kid wouldn't stop crying, and he'd gotten sick of it."
Alex was ready for another drink, and handed his glass to Andrea. She only fixed him a double, though; at this point in the evening, it really didn't matter. She made herself a Bombay Sapphire martini, and asked Sheila and Melissa if they were ready for another. Once the drinks were made and served, everybody was ready for Alex to continue- except Alex.
"It was the Building Super who'd phoned in the call, overhearing the fight, and the wife pleading with her husband to tell her where her baby was and what had happened. Between all the yelling and the dog barking, the Super had enough, and called us. The husband wasn't giving us much; the kid was at his sister's with no phone, and she probably wouldn't be home for hours anyway. When I asked why, he told me that she goes out a lot, taking the kid with her. This guy didn't seem too concerned at all about his kid; which struck me as strange, because his wife seemed genuinely worried that something was terribly wrong. Shit, she was scared.
Alex was getting agitated as his story continued to unfold. He started to fix himself another drink, when he remembered his Detroit Lions tumbler filled with the double Jack and coke. He retrieved it from the mantle and lit up a smoke before he went on.
"This guy was really tying my patience. He wasn't even paying attention to the dog, who was still incessantly barking. The whole scene was giving me a bad feeling. I was getting a headache from the dog barking, so I asked him if he could do something about it, so we could finish this up and get the hell out of here. He said, 'Sure Pal.' Then he opened up the fridge and took a thick T-bone, and tossed it to the the big son-of-a-bitch. Jesus! The fucking dog ate better than me. The dog swallowed the hunk of meat, bone and all, not even bothering to chew. After he downed his snack, he started barking again. The guy was obliviuos to the noise.
Alex stopped for a moment, then said, "How on fucking earth, could this sick bastard deal with that constant barking; and yet, not his kid crying?" Andrea saw moisture in her husband's eyes, and was uneasy with where this was going. She remembered how he was for the first few months after he had quit the force, but he had gotten through it when he got in on the Securities deal.
"Well, I was getting nowhere with this asshole, so I went into the kitchen to see how Rose doing with the wife. When I got in there, she was sobbing, and Rose looked up. He was as white as a ghost. He had a statement from her that said that the husband had done something terrible to their child, but she didn't know what, or how it was done. She just wanted to know where her baby was. I told Rose that I had 'zilch from the husband and that we should take them both downtown for further questioning. Rose calls a squad to pick em' up, while we left to find the sister and check on the missing child. As an after-thought, I called Animal Control to get the dog. That Goddamned dog, wouldn't shut up!
"Em, a little over three years, why?" She answered him.
"And before that, how long was I a cop?""Well, you'd been a rookie about a year when we met and married, so that would make it about eight years." Andrea had been relieved that he had left the job and found a better one in the private sector, less danger and more pay. She always felt that Alex missed being on the job."Yeah, I know." Alex took a long pull from his drink, then set it on the mantle.
"You never pushed the issue when I turned in my badge," He continued. "Even when there were rumors that I was dirty, and had to quit or face jail. You never questioned me. Why?"
"Hey! You knew how I felt about you being a cop. I thought it would be exciting at first, but after we were married, there were a lot of nights I wondered if you were comming home to me alive. I didn't like it, but I wasn't going to tell you how to live your life. You had to find your own path and go with it. I was, and always will be there for you." Andrea lit up a smoke as her husband turned around to face her. "Besides, I wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. I was glad you quit, no matter what the reason. And you could never have been dirty. Never." Andrea paused; then, not sure where he was going with this, "Do you miss it?"
"No!" Alex bent down, and looked directly into her eyes. "No I don't."
"So babe, what's this all about?" She was intriqued; yet, intuition told her that this wasn't going to be good. Alex finished his drink. Sheila and Melissa shared the sofa-recliner with criss-crossed legs and big, anxious eyes. None of them would be prepared for what Alex was about to tell them. Not even Alex.
"My Partner, Rose and I, had to check out a domestic disturbance call, along with a missing child. In this city, that could mean anything, but we were expecting it to be routine. We were wrong. Dead wrong."Alex stopped to fix himself another drink. A triple. To get through this, he would need a lot of courage.
Everybody called his partner "Rose," because he was a big, red-headed Irishmen, who always had rosey-red cheeks.
"Anyway, when Rose and I got to the scene, we could hear this guy's voice booming from the inside, telling his wife to 'Clam up, or else!' We knocked on the door, and she opened it up a crack to see what we wanted. We showed our badges and credentials, and asked if we could come in. She said that this was a bad time, but we told her we really needed to come in to ask a couple of questions and sort all this out.When we entered the apartment, we were met by a huge rottweiler, he must have been at least 150, maybe 160 pounds, and he wouldn't shut-up, he just kept barking and barking. The woman, she's still upset, and starts babbling about something that niether Rose nor I caught. Then, her old man gives her 'The Eye' and she shuts up."
Alex stopped for a minute to poke the fire, and toss another log in, then he continued."Rose, he takes the wife, and sits her down in the kitchen, while I talk with the husband. This guy is a piece of work, a real winner. He's got everything but 'Mom' tattooed on his arm. Hadn't bathed in days, maybe even weeks. Beer cans crushed and scattered all over the place, cigarette butts and burns on the chair. I asked him about the squabble between him and his wife, he says she'd gone off about how he dropped the kid off at his sister's place before she'd gotten home from work. The kid wouldn't stop crying, and he'd gotten sick of it."
Alex was ready for another drink, and handed his glass to Andrea. She only fixed him a double, though; at this point in the evening, it really didn't matter. She made herself a Bombay Sapphire martini, and asked Sheila and Melissa if they were ready for another. Once the drinks were made and served, everybody was ready for Alex to continue- except Alex.
"It was the Building Super who'd phoned in the call, overhearing the fight, and the wife pleading with her husband to tell her where her baby was and what had happened. Between all the yelling and the dog barking, the Super had enough, and called us. The husband wasn't giving us much; the kid was at his sister's with no phone, and she probably wouldn't be home for hours anyway. When I asked why, he told me that she goes out a lot, taking the kid with her. This guy didn't seem too concerned at all about his kid; which struck me as strange, because his wife seemed genuinely worried that something was terribly wrong. Shit, she was scared.
Alex was getting agitated as his story continued to unfold. He started to fix himself another drink, when he remembered his Detroit Lions tumbler filled with the double Jack and coke. He retrieved it from the mantle and lit up a smoke before he went on.
"This guy was really tying my patience. He wasn't even paying attention to the dog, who was still incessantly barking. The whole scene was giving me a bad feeling. I was getting a headache from the dog barking, so I asked him if he could do something about it, so we could finish this up and get the hell out of here. He said, 'Sure Pal.' Then he opened up the fridge and took a thick T-bone, and tossed it to the the big son-of-a-bitch. Jesus! The fucking dog ate better than me. The dog swallowed the hunk of meat, bone and all, not even bothering to chew. After he downed his snack, he started barking again. The guy was obliviuos to the noise.
Alex stopped for a moment, then said, "How on fucking earth, could this sick bastard deal with that constant barking; and yet, not his kid crying?" Andrea saw moisture in her husband's eyes, and was uneasy with where this was going. She remembered how he was for the first few months after he had quit the force, but he had gotten through it when he got in on the Securities deal.
"Well, I was getting nowhere with this asshole, so I went into the kitchen to see how Rose doing with the wife. When I got in there, she was sobbing, and Rose looked up. He was as white as a ghost. He had a statement from her that said that the husband had done something terrible to their child, but she didn't know what, or how it was done. She just wanted to know where her baby was. I told Rose that I had 'zilch from the husband and that we should take them both downtown for further questioning. Rose calls a squad to pick em' up, while we left to find the sister and check on the missing child. As an after-thought, I called Animal Control to get the dog. That Goddamned dog, wouldn't shut up!
"Truth Or Dare" part 4 the conclusion.
Alex stopped again, and got a smoke from Andrea, which she lit, took a drag, then passed it to her husband. He inhaled deeply, then upon exhale, continued with his story.
"Rose and I came up empty at the sister's house, so once we got to the precinct, I put the 'Armpit' in a holding cell, and gave him the Miranda. He ask me what he'd been arrested for, and I told him to take his pick; disturbing the peace, domestic violence, assault and battery, kidnapping or murder. Then there was my personal favorite, generally stinking up the place. He tells me that I got nuthin' and then 'lawyers up'. Fine! Fuck him, right? So I joined Rose with the wife in interview room three, and things started to fall into place.
Alex began to pace the room as he spoke. "She supected that he'd been abusing the baby for sometime, but could not confirm it. Little things that just didn't seem right. She tells us that quite often, there would be an unexpected cry at night, when he's not in bed. Then he'll bring him in for her to quite down and it takes a while to get him back to sleep. 'That cry is different from any other,' she says. But like I said, she cannot catch him in the act. So when she comes home from work, the baby is gone and he keeps saying that his sister has him."
"What'd he do to her baby, Alex?" Melissa asked uneasily."Did he hurt the baby? Did he kill her baby Alex?"
"Well Melissa, that's what we suspected all along," Alex said, confirming her worst fears. "But, thing is, we couldn't come up with a body. Then a few hours later, we get a call to report to the morgue for the autopsy.
Andrea noticed that Alex had turned pale. His voice cracked slightly when he spoke, so he downed his fresh drink and tried again.
"Mack the Knife- the coroner, had already started when we arrived. Neither Rose, nor I had been briefed, so nothing could have prepared us for what we were about to witness. The canine's body was on the examination table, and I thought to myself 'What the fuck? What's that doing here?' The coroner had made a long incision from the base of the genitals to the upper chest. Then with ribspreaders, he opened up the the abdominal cavity, exposing the stomach. What he did next, I still have nightmares about. He took a stainless steel bowl, and began removing body parts."
Andrea, Sheila, and Melissa were all istening to Alex, trying to understand what he was telling them. It didn't make any sense to any of them. "What was the dog doing there, Alex?" Melissa asked, confused. Alex just ingnored her. He had to get this out. He had to finish it. "The stomach opened, next, the coroner probed inside, and removed an arm, a hand. Next came a leg, and a foot. Then came the rest, my body went totally numb and ridged as he pulled each piece out and carefully placed them in the cold steel bowl, like pieces to a puzzle. I thought- 'My God! How could this have happened? What kind of monster could do this?"
When the realization of what Alex was telling them finally sunk in, the horror of it was devastating. Andrea started cyring, big teardrops rolling down her cheeks. Sheila was in denial and in total shock. "My God Alex!" Andrea said in utter, desperate disbelief.
"He killed the baby?" She couldn't quite get the last few words out of her mouth. "He- He killed the baby and fed him to the dog? No!"
Melissa rushed to the bathroom to throw-up. Alex himself, had tears rolling down his face as he spoke.
"What got me the most, the part that I can never get out of my head, was that tiny little hand of his." Alex choked out between his sobs. "Those five little fingers would never again make a fist. Never hold a baseball, never wear a glove, and never put a worm on a fish hook..." Alex was done. It was finished. "I spent the next several days on personal time, talking to department shrinks, they did no good. I finally ended up in conferssional. The priest wanted to know why I had lost my faith in God. Can you believe that?
He wanted to know why I lost my faith."
Alex stood for a while, with his back to them. His sobs had subsided, his body spent and rigid. Finally Andrea got up, and walked over to him, putting her arms around him, holding him tightly. He began to cry again. She couldn't have known what he must be feeling. No, she could never imagine it. But, something wasn't right, she felt something different from him- then it came to her, he wasn't crying.
He was laughing. It started low, then unable to control himself, Alex laughed out loud.
"What the fuck!" Andrea was confused. "Why are you laughing Alex?" Then it hit her like a slap in the face. "Son-of-a-Bitch! Bastard! It's Bullshit! It's all Bullshit isn't it? You made that whole story up, didn't you? You sick Asshole!" Andrea attacked him, hitting him in the back and arms, unleashing all her hurt and anger onto her husband. Then Alex turned around, and she slapped him hard in the face!
Sheila and Melissa were totally lost "What the fuck are you talking about Andrea?" Sheila asked in disbelief. "There's no way he could have made all that up?" Right Alex? Right?"
"I'm sorry," Alex said, defending himself as best he could. "You guys put me on the spot. I don't have any secrets or truths that Andrea doesn't know about. Besides; this was your game, I just tried to make it more interesting."
"Where the fuck did you come up with a story like that anyway?" Sheila aske him.
"Hey, I'm an ex-cop, I watch a lot of cop shows." Alex replied.
"You lied to me you son-of-a-bitch! It hurt." Andrea was genuinely upset, which made Alex realize that he really screwed up. He bit his lip, and apologized again."Babe, I'm so very sorry, please, please, let me make it up to you?" Alex begged.
"No!" Andrea said, not budging. Then, it was like a light had been flipped on in her head. "Payback's a bitch!" She said to him.
"Come on girls! Lets get him!" she commanded. The three women pounced on Alex like lions on a kill. Andrea led the pride. They started tearing his clothes off him in a mad frenzy. Alex was laughing, and not fighting much at all; why should he, this was great!
The last of his clothes removed, Alex lay on the floor naked as the day he was born, with three beautiful women on top of him.
His fantasy was short lived; however,when they grabbed his arms and legs and pulled him towards the front door.
"Hey! What the fu-" The realization of their plan hit him in mid-sentence. "No! No! You wouldn't?" He asked in disbelief, in desperation.
"Oh, wouldn't we?" Andrea said as they reached the door. Melissa dropped a leg as she opened the door to the cold outside.
At this point, Alex started to struggle, but it was too late. He was outside, on his ass, in the snow, before he knew what hit him.
"Hey! No- Wait!" He pleaded, as they shut and locked the door behind them. "Girls! Hey! Andrea, I'm sorry! I'll do anything you say!
ANYTHING!" At that moment, Alex realized that he was standing outside, naked, for all the world to see, pounding on the door, drawing even more attention to himself. He stopped, and just tried to blend in with the night shadows, with his backside facing out, hands cupped in a strategic location to keep them warm.
"Let him cool off for a little bit," Andrea said to her two girlfriends. "It'll teach him a lesson, not to play with fire or you'll get burned."
"Hey Andrea, did you hear that?" Sheila had that look in her eyes. "He said that he'd do anything." The three of them looked at each other, as they all came to the same idea; and without a second thought, Andrea said to them- "Truth or dare?"
"Dare!" Sheila said , her eyes as big and bright as saucers. With that, all three made a mad dash for the door! Andrea laughed as Sheila beat them all to the door to unlock it, and let a cold, naked, and embarrassed Alex inside.
"You screwed up the truch part Alex," Andrea said with a mischievous grin. "Now you have to take the dare! Alex tried to hide his embarrassment. "Ok. Anything you say," Alex said, teeth chattering. "Just bring me back inside."
"Come on in, you poor little boy," Sheila teased, scooting him in with a goose on his cute, cold derriere. "And let me warm you all up!"
The three of them led Alex to the warmth of the fire, where he sat down on the thick pile carpet, and tried; unsuccessfully, to hide his
excitement. Sheila's eyes widened as she sat down next to Alex. "Oh my!" She said, and smiled at Andrea. "Truth or dare?"
"Rose and I came up empty at the sister's house, so once we got to the precinct, I put the 'Armpit' in a holding cell, and gave him the Miranda. He ask me what he'd been arrested for, and I told him to take his pick; disturbing the peace, domestic violence, assault and battery, kidnapping or murder. Then there was my personal favorite, generally stinking up the place. He tells me that I got nuthin' and then 'lawyers up'. Fine! Fuck him, right? So I joined Rose with the wife in interview room three, and things started to fall into place.
Alex began to pace the room as he spoke. "She supected that he'd been abusing the baby for sometime, but could not confirm it. Little things that just didn't seem right. She tells us that quite often, there would be an unexpected cry at night, when he's not in bed. Then he'll bring him in for her to quite down and it takes a while to get him back to sleep. 'That cry is different from any other,' she says. But like I said, she cannot catch him in the act. So when she comes home from work, the baby is gone and he keeps saying that his sister has him."
"What'd he do to her baby, Alex?" Melissa asked uneasily."Did he hurt the baby? Did he kill her baby Alex?"
"Well Melissa, that's what we suspected all along," Alex said, confirming her worst fears. "But, thing is, we couldn't come up with a body. Then a few hours later, we get a call to report to the morgue for the autopsy.
Andrea noticed that Alex had turned pale. His voice cracked slightly when he spoke, so he downed his fresh drink and tried again.
"Mack the Knife- the coroner, had already started when we arrived. Neither Rose, nor I had been briefed, so nothing could have prepared us for what we were about to witness. The canine's body was on the examination table, and I thought to myself 'What the fuck? What's that doing here?' The coroner had made a long incision from the base of the genitals to the upper chest. Then with ribspreaders, he opened up the the abdominal cavity, exposing the stomach. What he did next, I still have nightmares about. He took a stainless steel bowl, and began removing body parts."
Andrea, Sheila, and Melissa were all istening to Alex, trying to understand what he was telling them. It didn't make any sense to any of them. "What was the dog doing there, Alex?" Melissa asked, confused. Alex just ingnored her. He had to get this out. He had to finish it. "The stomach opened, next, the coroner probed inside, and removed an arm, a hand. Next came a leg, and a foot. Then came the rest, my body went totally numb and ridged as he pulled each piece out and carefully placed them in the cold steel bowl, like pieces to a puzzle. I thought- 'My God! How could this have happened? What kind of monster could do this?"
When the realization of what Alex was telling them finally sunk in, the horror of it was devastating. Andrea started cyring, big teardrops rolling down her cheeks. Sheila was in denial and in total shock. "My God Alex!" Andrea said in utter, desperate disbelief.
"He killed the baby?" She couldn't quite get the last few words out of her mouth. "He- He killed the baby and fed him to the dog? No!"
Melissa rushed to the bathroom to throw-up. Alex himself, had tears rolling down his face as he spoke.
"What got me the most, the part that I can never get out of my head, was that tiny little hand of his." Alex choked out between his sobs. "Those five little fingers would never again make a fist. Never hold a baseball, never wear a glove, and never put a worm on a fish hook..." Alex was done. It was finished. "I spent the next several days on personal time, talking to department shrinks, they did no good. I finally ended up in conferssional. The priest wanted to know why I had lost my faith in God. Can you believe that?
He wanted to know why I lost my faith."
Alex stood for a while, with his back to them. His sobs had subsided, his body spent and rigid. Finally Andrea got up, and walked over to him, putting her arms around him, holding him tightly. He began to cry again. She couldn't have known what he must be feeling. No, she could never imagine it. But, something wasn't right, she felt something different from him- then it came to her, he wasn't crying.
He was laughing. It started low, then unable to control himself, Alex laughed out loud.
"What the fuck!" Andrea was confused. "Why are you laughing Alex?" Then it hit her like a slap in the face. "Son-of-a-Bitch! Bastard! It's Bullshit! It's all Bullshit isn't it? You made that whole story up, didn't you? You sick Asshole!" Andrea attacked him, hitting him in the back and arms, unleashing all her hurt and anger onto her husband. Then Alex turned around, and she slapped him hard in the face!
Sheila and Melissa were totally lost "What the fuck are you talking about Andrea?" Sheila asked in disbelief. "There's no way he could have made all that up?" Right Alex? Right?"
"I'm sorry," Alex said, defending himself as best he could. "You guys put me on the spot. I don't have any secrets or truths that Andrea doesn't know about. Besides; this was your game, I just tried to make it more interesting."
"Where the fuck did you come up with a story like that anyway?" Sheila aske him.
"Hey, I'm an ex-cop, I watch a lot of cop shows." Alex replied.
"You lied to me you son-of-a-bitch! It hurt." Andrea was genuinely upset, which made Alex realize that he really screwed up. He bit his lip, and apologized again."Babe, I'm so very sorry, please, please, let me make it up to you?" Alex begged.
"No!" Andrea said, not budging. Then, it was like a light had been flipped on in her head. "Payback's a bitch!" She said to him.
"Come on girls! Lets get him!" she commanded. The three women pounced on Alex like lions on a kill. Andrea led the pride. They started tearing his clothes off him in a mad frenzy. Alex was laughing, and not fighting much at all; why should he, this was great!
The last of his clothes removed, Alex lay on the floor naked as the day he was born, with three beautiful women on top of him.
His fantasy was short lived; however,when they grabbed his arms and legs and pulled him towards the front door.
"Hey! What the fu-" The realization of their plan hit him in mid-sentence. "No! No! You wouldn't?" He asked in disbelief, in desperation.
"Oh, wouldn't we?" Andrea said as they reached the door. Melissa dropped a leg as she opened the door to the cold outside.
At this point, Alex started to struggle, but it was too late. He was outside, on his ass, in the snow, before he knew what hit him.
"Hey! No- Wait!" He pleaded, as they shut and locked the door behind them. "Girls! Hey! Andrea, I'm sorry! I'll do anything you say!
ANYTHING!" At that moment, Alex realized that he was standing outside, naked, for all the world to see, pounding on the door, drawing even more attention to himself. He stopped, and just tried to blend in with the night shadows, with his backside facing out, hands cupped in a strategic location to keep them warm.
"Let him cool off for a little bit," Andrea said to her two girlfriends. "It'll teach him a lesson, not to play with fire or you'll get burned."
"Hey Andrea, did you hear that?" Sheila had that look in her eyes. "He said that he'd do anything." The three of them looked at each other, as they all came to the same idea; and without a second thought, Andrea said to them- "Truth or dare?"
"Dare!" Sheila said , her eyes as big and bright as saucers. With that, all three made a mad dash for the door! Andrea laughed as Sheila beat them all to the door to unlock it, and let a cold, naked, and embarrassed Alex inside.
"You screwed up the truch part Alex," Andrea said with a mischievous grin. "Now you have to take the dare! Alex tried to hide his embarrassment. "Ok. Anything you say," Alex said, teeth chattering. "Just bring me back inside."
"Come on in, you poor little boy," Sheila teased, scooting him in with a goose on his cute, cold derriere. "And let me warm you all up!"
The three of them led Alex to the warmth of the fire, where he sat down on the thick pile carpet, and tried; unsuccessfully, to hide his
excitement. Sheila's eyes widened as she sat down next to Alex. "Oh my!" She said, and smiled at Andrea. "Truth or dare?"
"Possession"
I don't know how to spell it,
I'm not even going to try.
I'm not going to say it,
With a wink of an eye.
My words trouble you,
You don't know what to think.
I am invisible,
So don't you dare blink.
I am inside you,
Haunting you in your sleep.
Counting your dreams,
Along with the sheep.
My thoughts echo...
The very depths of your soul,
I have the Power
I am in Control.
You can't escape me,
Don't think that you can
I am human,
But I'm no ordinary man.
cKs.
I'm not even going to try.
I'm not going to say it,
With a wink of an eye.
My words trouble you,
You don't know what to think.
I am invisible,
So don't you dare blink.
I am inside you,
Haunting you in your sleep.
Counting your dreams,
Along with the sheep.
My thoughts echo...
The very depths of your soul,
I have the Power
I am in Control.
You can't escape me,
Don't think that you can
I am human,
But I'm no ordinary man.
cKs.
"Dancing Girls"
The eternal war
Of sea against shore,
Raged on-
Holding no quarter.
Earth and stone, grinding away,
Blood and bone, decadent decay.
Dancing Girls-
Sharing secrets, flesh against flesh.
As the girls danced-
Under the bright moonlight,
They were something to behold-
Oh, they were a sight.
Dancing Girls-
Holding eachother tight.
Throwing care to the wind,
Dancing past the waltz's end.
Onlookers stop and stare-
Oh, how they gossip and drool,
Whisperers a knife in their back,
How can people be so cruel.
But the girls
Just kept on dancing on-
Not caring to ever look back,
Forever entwined, beauty untouched.
They shared thier passion with the crescendo-
Of the wind, and the sea, with the moon, and the stars,
The musicians recognized thier beauty-
And they joined in with thier guitars.
The crowd of people thinned out,
And very soon, they were gone.
Leaving the girls alone-
Alone in their trance,
Alone to their dance-
As the eternal war
Of sea against shore,
Raged on.
cKs.
Of sea against shore,
Raged on-
Holding no quarter.
Earth and stone, grinding away,
Blood and bone, decadent decay.
Dancing Girls-
Sharing secrets, flesh against flesh.
As the girls danced-
Under the bright moonlight,
They were something to behold-
Oh, they were a sight.
Dancing Girls-
Holding eachother tight.
Throwing care to the wind,
Dancing past the waltz's end.
Onlookers stop and stare-
Oh, how they gossip and drool,
Whisperers a knife in their back,
How can people be so cruel.
But the girls
Just kept on dancing on-
Not caring to ever look back,
Forever entwined, beauty untouched.
They shared thier passion with the crescendo-
Of the wind, and the sea, with the moon, and the stars,
The musicians recognized thier beauty-
And they joined in with thier guitars.
The crowd of people thinned out,
And very soon, they were gone.
Leaving the girls alone-
Alone in their trance,
Alone to their dance-
As the eternal war
Of sea against shore,
Raged on.
cKs.
"Dark Eyes"
Beauty throughout, beauty within-
Your beauty is unique, and lies deeper than skin.
Physically, your beauty is stunning, and that's no surprise,
But your most beautiful feature- are those big, dark, brown eyes.
Captivating, mesmerizing,
penatrating, hypnotizing
Dark, deep eyes-
Sparkling, and winking, shining- I'm sinking.
It's ok, I can admit it, your eyes are my
obsession, my addiction, your gaze is my drug.
Can't get you out of my mind,
You're all I'm thinking of.
The shape of you lips,
The smell of your hair,
The way my body tingles,
When I happen upon your stare.
The tantalizing fantasies I admit, I can no longer control...
The feelings that I'm feeling, baby don't you know-
That you've stolen my heart, but your eyes own my soul.
"Hey There, Dark Eyes!"
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