Bjjonesmylife. Book 2

Tuesday started off well enough. There were no contractors on the job today yet. Bill Yoder, one of the new part-time day guys who worked in construction, said that the concrete needed a day or two to cure before they could put up the walls.

I met Jenny at ten to go with her to the news conference. This was to be the closure about the rapes. I was going to get to stand on stage looking silly while the politicos took credit and beat their chest, but so is life.

Jason Coles, president and Jenny Coles, special prosecutor represented the task force. Major Charles Ashley, commander of the C-town state police, Dustin Banks C-town, police chief and Howard Ward, county sheriff, Bob Jackson and I were there from the college.

Jason opened the news conference with an overview then the specifics on the four attackers.

Mickey Stoops, aka Smack, 39 born in Philadelphia, was the driver of the van that I had killed. He had been arrested 39 times for small crimes starting as a teen and has served only 2 years total. There was an open warrant on a probation violation for him. DNA connected him to all eight rapes at the college. It also connected him to 32 rapes in four states over the last 6 years. Two of his victims had been killed or died in New York two years earlier. The gun he had was stolen from a robbery in Newark N.J.

His parents had a summer house on South High Street that was used to carry out the college rapes. According to the two attackers that survived he was the one that tortured the victims. If I had any bad feelings about killing him they were now gone, I thought.

Darrell Walks Jr. aka Dom, 37, was born in Atlanta Ga. He had been in the back of the van to help subdue their victims once they were thrown inside. He was the one that came around the back of the van and shot me in the chest and I had killed in return. He had been arrested 15 times, mostly in the south. He served 5 years in juvenile detention and 5 in the Alabama state corrections system. DNA connected him to 4 of the college rapes and a total of 24 with Mickey Stoops. He had acquired the palm gun he shot me with in a house invasion / assault and robbery in Camden, N.J.

Tony Toomey, 27, was born in Wilmington Delaware. Served four years at Sussex Correction for aggravated sexual assault and was on probation. He was the first one out of the van at the cross-walk. Lorrie was his intended victim. DNA connected him to 5 of the college rapes and 15 other assaults and rapes in 3 states with Mickey ad Darrell. He was going to be permanently blind in both eyes as a result of the finger pokes. His front teeth were all missing, his nose and jaw broken as well as one of his testicles had to be removed.

Jeff Heath, 26, was born in Washington DC. He served 4 years for car theft and armed robbery. There was an open warrant for probation violations in Virginia. His DNA connected him to the last four college rapes and 9 in 3 states with Mickey. He was second out of the van; Vicky was his intended target. He was going to be permanently blind in one eye. His nose was broken and many teeth were missing. Both of his testicles had to be removed. Vicky had been wearing very pointy shoes and had kicked him twice.

If you believe that it bothers me that I trained the girls to inflict that kind of damage in self defense, then sorry, but I wish they had done more to them. I’m proud that they walked away unharmed. I feel no sorrow for those bastards.

The investigation found that the group communicated via an internet chat room to do their planning. They would go to an area and stay till they found a suitable victim or victims over several days. Then they would move on to a different location and support the group through other criminal activities. They were stealing copper wire and pipe at some locations. When they were in the New York area it was cars and pickups that went straight to scrap yards. They were coming came back to this area the first of the month because Mickey had to check the house for his folks, plus they had always been successful finding victims.

Jason ended his presentation there and let the others speak.

The C-town chief gave his speech on how safe the town was due to the hard work of his department and he gave his thanks to the other agencies for their help.

The county sheriff must have copied the speech – only the names were changed.

Major Ashley thanked everyone for their assistance in the investigation. He then turned it back to Jason.

Jason opened to floor to questions from the media. That is when the B.S. hit the fan.

Elaine Summers, Kent county Gazette to Mr. Coles, “How long has the task force been involved in this investigation?”

Jason. “We have been actively involved for 4 weeks and a couple weeks longer in a minor way.”

Elaine, “ We have a serial rapist at work for a year and the task force only got involved in the last four weeks ,why is that?”

Jason, “The task force cannot take over an investigation unless we are requested to by the local agency or directed to by the Governor and that request usually comes from a local law enforcement agency to the Governor.”

Dan Devine, NCBS news Baltimore, “Are we to understand that it took eleven months for the local agency to request the expertise of the task force or was the task force that long in responding?”

Jason, “We did not get a request from the local agencies. The primary agency is the local police department and in this area the county sheriff’s department could have as well. That did not happen. BJ – excuse me – Security Director Jones requested information from a member of the task force and followed up with more requests for assistance in an assault case. At that point we needed to seek directional advice from the Governor on how to proceed with requests from a non-judicial agency.

The governor responded by instructing the Superintendant of the State Police to make space available at the C-town barracks and the task force temporarily assigned a special prosecutor, Jenny Coles, there. Ms. Coles formed a partnership with Major Ashley and Director Jones. That partnership grew and resulted in multiple search warrants that were issued and executed during that investigation. At the conclusion of that case the manpower started with the rape assault investigation.”

Dan “As I understand it local law enforcement did not and has not requested any assistance from the task force – is that correct”?

I stood there listening and couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Why? Then it hit me. They just wanted the assaults to go quietly away. This is one of the most expensive Liberal Arts colleges in the nation. For the most part the students are not local. Mommy and Daddy shipped their kid to an elite college where they could get an easy degree as a status symbol and a conversation piece for the next cocktail party. They are out of sight and out of mind and unless they fucked up horribly no one in their circle of friends would ever know unless some rag sheet picked up the name and came knocking on their door.

The chief and the sheriff have local things to deal with to get re-elected. The out of state people can’t help them. On top of that, come June they will all go away anyhow, with 25% never coming back because they graduated. I’ll bet that they were never reported to the media as being raped, just as assaulted. By happening just once a month and occasionally missing a month the assaults wouldn’t stay in the news cycle at all, especially if the sheriff and the police chief loaded that week with gibberish news.

Plain and simple they all wanted it to go quietly away, the parents, the sheriff, and the chief of police and for that matter the college.

I wonder why they didn’t try to stop me; they had to know I was going to try to stop it. Had another college found out about the assaults and was going to use that as a recruiting tool against KCC? Had the increase in severity of the assaults made the college realize that soon a student was going to die and that would blow the cover off everything?

I had a fine line to walk. I needed the sheriff and the local police to work with me. I had no legal authority to arrest anyone and really even to detain them if push come to shove.

The citizen’s arrest works real nice on TV and if the person says “OK.”

But if they said “Fuck you” and walked away it could get ugly. If the local police had a burr out for you, it would be trouble from all directions.

I had to maintain a close working relation ship with them and the task force had just cut them off at the knees. Jenny would soon be reassigned back to Annapolis so that leverage would be gone.

Jason, “That is correct. The request started with the Director Jones’

Elaine, “Were the cases connected”?

Jason, “In the end they were not. Once we got involved, Ms Coles began looking into scenarios as to the routine first of the month assaults. We then coordinated with the FBI and started a DNA search in the North East. To be honest we were just compiling the data when the events of this past weekend unfolded.”

Elaine “When did the real break come in this case?”

Jason “When two girls kicked ass at a cross-walk, which blew the case wide open. The rest is history.”

Dan, “Where did those students learn to fight like that?”

Bob Jackson, “That was from a Rape Prevention, Self Defense seminar that BJ put together for the female students here. As you can see it has been a very successful class. We have had over a hundred requests for her to do the program at other colleges. The College Board has given it blessing for that to happen after the first of the year.”

Jason turned to me and asked, “Do you have anything you would like to add, Director Jones?”

“I would like to thank the task force with special thanks to Mr. Coles. Also Chief Banks and Sheriff Ward for their hard work in helping to bringing closure to this sad and tragic affair. It’s hard to believe that a multi-state crime spree came to our community but even better that it was put to an end here. I would also like to thank Police Chief Banks and Sheriff Ward for their cooperation with the security staff and for the response to the emergencies we have had. I’m looking forward to continuing this working relationship”. I shook hands with everyone.

Jenny winked at me and said, “You had diplomat training too, I see”.

That was the end of the news conference. Needless to say the Police Chief and Sheriff were not happy with Jason and Major Ashley. The rest of the day went quietly.

Jenny took Lorrie to Annapolis to get a dress for Saturday night. They wouldn’t let anyone to go with them. Vicky, Ching Lee, Marcy and I went to the basement gym and worked out for three hours. The girls wanted Lorrie to model the dress when they came home. Lorrie was all smiles but said it was to be a surprise and everyone had to wait until Saturday night.

Edit by Alfmeister

Monday was like a new beginning. It was the first time in almost six months that I had a normal schedule. Seven to four, five days a week sounded good, for a while at least. The question was, would it keep me interested and excited?

We even had a good healthy breakfast of fruit, whole grain cereal and orange juice. I was going to stop at the donut shop on the way home and get a dozen bagels and a tub of cream cheese to add a little variety to the breakfast meal.

We left home in a mini convoy: Jen in her state car, the girls in the Ford diesel and me in the Suburban. We had taken Jason’s car back last night. The driveway was just too full. I did do a training course for the diesel. We went to the closed-up mall at the Narrows to give all the potential drivers seat time and parallel parking practice after taking the car back. I had also ordered a fuel card to keep in it. I did emphasize diesel fuel and not gas.

Today was going to be one busy day. The contractor was to be there at eight to get started on the expansion of the Security Department. I had been around different types of construction all over the world and most times they seemed to move at a snails pace. I just didn’t see how they were going to more than double our office space and have it ready to be occupied in less than thirty days. They hadn’t even put up a string line yet.

Then in the afternoon they were to hold the pre-bid information sessions for the bidders on the first stage of the college expansion. The e-mail packet I had downloaded informed me that when construction started on that phase my Security Department was to supply a materials auditor for all material deliveries well as provide twenty four hour security for the contractor’s employees and equipment.

The contractor and his two job foreman showed up at seven thirty. Ken Smith from Building Services department and I set down with them. They gave us a brief overview of the project. They insisted – barring no natural disasters – we would be able to move in less than thirty days and if we hadn’t done so yet we should order the furniture now. At eight his crew was already removing the sod. They were going to pour concrete for the floor at three.

At 9 Shirley Short came from HR and introduced me to my new temporary secretary. Patti Cross was 25, 5 feet 6 inches, about 110 pounds, nice hips, and a heavy 36 c. She was wearing a mid calf mini-dress and a “V” top that was showing the maximum amount of cleavage possible. She still looked professional and very tan. There were no lines anywhere that were visible. She had mid-back length black hair, a killer smile and dancing brown eyes. She also had a very strong hand shake. She just went on and on about how pleased she was to be able to work with me and how she had read everything she could find about me.

Did I say she had a killer ass to match the rest of her and there were no rings? I did notice that she had a tongue piercing, I wonder if some boy had been behind that. The word on the street was that kind of piercing improved blow jobs.

Patti had a business degree but had elected to start as a secretary. She had been doing the payroll and the scheduling for the department for the last two weeks. We reshuffled the main office some and Patti got the desk and computer terminal behind me that had been the general use terminal.

Patti said “I consider myself to be your personal confidential secretary in all matters, even if the job description does not say that.”

“I appreciate that very much, “ I told her. Jenny sent a text that she was coming with lunch and to chat at 11:30.

Jenny was on time. She brought salad and soup from one of the more high-end restaurants down town. I did the introductions with Patti and it was obvious that they were going to hit it off. I told her she could go to lunch.

Jenny and I ate the conference room. In between bites we talked about a variety of things. Tomorrow at 11 there was a major news conference; it was to be the closure to the rape investigations. The college had given permission for Lorrie and Vicky to be on stage if they wanted. I was required to represent the college.

Everyone was going to make a big deal out of this. The Governor’s task force was to be there, the State Police, Sherriff’s Dept, even the FBI was going to be there. Everybody needed their piece of the pie even though in the end it boiled down to two girls defending themselves that caused the destruction and end to the rape ring.

Jenny said, “I heard Lorrie say she was ready yesterday. How are you going to handle that?”

“I don’t know, I kind of thought she was more straight than gay and that she would go back to normal dating,” I said.

“She had dated only lightly and was still a virgin when she was assaulted. She had told me she now has no interest in men any more. She says that she doesn’t want to be alone with one anymore,” Jenny said.

“I think this needs to be handled very carefully, this is not one of those times when you just strip and fuck,” I said. “I am just worried about hurting the feelings of you and the rest of the girls if I do something special for her,” I added.

“We all love Lorrie and want her to be happy and fulfilled. She rarely orgasms when she masturbates. Vicky has commented on that several times, you know how close they are,” Jenny said.

“If you are sure it won’t cause any hard feelings, let’s do a traditional date, then. I told her it would be special and it will. I give you my credit card and you can take her shopping. You need to get her a complete outfit for dinner and dancing. I will go do the same thing the next night,” I said.

“Where are you going to take her dancing that two women aren’t going to cause a problem?” Jenny asked.

“I think the BDC – they keep it reasonably dark in there, if anyone says anything our dates stood us up. And we weren’t going to waste the evening,” I replied.

“Sounds good to me,” Jenny said as she stood up to leave.

I worked the rest of the afternoon with Patti; we had a lot to do. First we had an office to put together for a growing Department at a rapidly expanding college. During relaxed conversations during breaks in the work I learned Patti moved here four weeks ago when she got the job and was living in a seedy motel in the bad part of town. She had also ended a rough relationship with her girl friend.

At 3 I went outside to see what all the extra noise was coming from. They were pouring concrete. They had removed the sod, leveled, put crushed rock down, installed all the pipes, vapor barrier, insulation, rebar and the forms – all in one day. I was impressed.

I left early; I had some things to do. I stopped at the flower shop and picked up three roses, a glowing yellow, a deep dark red, and a pink. Why three? I don’t know but they were beautiful and gave off a wonderful fragrance.

On the way out of town, at the strip mall I stopped at the furniture bedding store. It was time to furnish the fourth bed room. It was going to collect junk if I didn’t do something with it. I bought a beautiful canopy four post king size bed complete with mattresses and springs. I also bought three dressers, two lamps and all the sheets, pillows and quilts. It was expensive – four thousand dollars list -but I got twenty-five percent off and that made it better. They also had to deliver it at six tonight.

I got rid of the junk in the room and vacuumed the carpet. We had just finished supper when the furniture came. The room was beautiful.

After supper while the girls were doing homework in the den. I dug through all my stationery stash looking for something feminine and in my best old English script wrote:
“My dearest Lorrie, with the change in my work I now have time to enjoy life and expand our friendship. It would give me great pleasure if you would accompany me on a Saturday night date. It will be dinner, wine and dancing followed by a private time together. I await your answer. BJ”

I left the box of roses and the envelope on Lorrie’s side of the bed. I had shown the roses to Jenny. As I sat on the couch in the den beside her I winked to Jenny to acknowledge what I had done.

I asked, “Are you sure this is the right way to do this?”

Jenny smiled, “Yes, trust me and you will know for sure in a little while.”

About a half hour later Vicky went into the bedroom but quickly returned. As she started into the den, but out of the sight of the others, she gave me a big smile and the thumbs up. A few minutes later she asked Lorrie to go get her something off her nightstand. As Lorrie exited the door Vicky changed chairs and quieted the other girls.

We heard a loud “Oh, my” then “Yes”.

Lorrie came back into the room carrying the roses and card next to her chest, with a look that I couldn’t tell if she was going to cry or what. She read the card again and this time there was an ear-to-ear smile.

She sat on the couch beside me and said, “The answer is YES.”

“Just you and me” I replied. And again she said “YES.”

Vicky, Ching Lee and Marcy were now sitting at our, all smiles. Lorrie passed them the note and roses and gave me a big hug then settled up next to me.

“You are not going to fill me full of wine to lower my inhibitions, are you?” she asked all serious, and then she giggled a little.

“More to settle my nerves – we are going into uncharted territory here, “ I said as I laughed. The rest of the evening was filled with playful discussion.

Edit by Alfmeister

I may have needed rest. But there were still horny girls in the room. Lorrie and Vicky were sitting on the floor facing each other, watching the other, while their hands were busy with their own breasts and pussy.

Marcy was between my legs giving the toy a thorough inspection. Then she was licking Jenny’s cum from it and from me. My clit was so sensitive that her tongue felt like coarse sandpaper. Each time her tongue went across my clit I would involuntarily jump.

I pulled her to me to get her away from my clit. She kissed my breasts, and then sucked on my nipples. Marcy moved up to kiss my lips. I felt her sliding her cunt against the toy that was still in me but lying against my belly. I reached down and tapped the side of her hips; as she lifted I aimed the toy up. She moved to align it up and slid down on it cowgirl style. I reached up rolled her nipples then pinched both of them.

She moaned, “Oh God, yes, oh yes, so fucking good.”

There was a lot of moaning coming from Ching Lee and Jenny. I tapped Ching Lee on the shoulder and said, “There is another toy in the heater; get it and I will tell you how to put it in Jenny so you can ride her.”

As she pulled it out of the heater her eyes got really big, it was the 9 inch one. “I don’t know about this,” she said.

“You don’t know until you try,” I said.

I talked and grunted her through the set up as she inserted it into Jenny’s pussy. “Just four pumps,” I said.

When she got to four Jenny squeezed my hand and said, “Whoa, that’s enough I think.”

“Ching Lee, check and see if it is right; you grasp it and see if it will move in and out a little without causing Jenny any discomfort,” I said.

As she did Jenny jerked and said, “Oh, that’s feels real good.”

The whole time this conversation was going on Marcy was rocking away on me and getting all dreamy eyed. She would slow down then speed up. She would close her eyes for a moment then they would open wide as she moaned. Every time she moaned I would squeeze and pinch her nipples. I didn’t think I had any more orgasms left in me but I could feel myself building towards one. I was breathing faster and starting to rock my hips to meet her.

Ching Lee was over Jenny in the cowgirl position trying to work the 9 inch in. She was grunting, groaning, rising and dropping on the toy. She was gaining; the gap between her and Jenny was getting smaller with each stroke.

Jenny, on the other hand, was about to squeeze the blood out of my fingers. She was almost panting! She was also rocking her hips trying to help Ching Lee. I knew when they had succeeded; there was no mistaking that sound of pleasure. Ching Lee had stopped moving up and down and was sitting straight up. She was trembling like a leaf on a tree in a wind storm.

I was so engrossed in watching Jenny and Ching Lee that I hadn’t been paying much attention to Marcy. I was on the edge but my attention to Jenny and Ching had allowed it to back off. That was changing quickly as Marcy had leaned forward putting maximum pressure on our clits, along with a little rock in her hip action; we were both going to cum soon.

I had a nipple in each hand as her hip motion jerked then hesitated. I pinched both nipples as she screamed, “I’m coming, oh god, I’m coming.”

I came with her. I even managed to thrust up into her hard a couple times. Then as in slow motion she leaned forward until she was lying on me. She was whimpering, drool leaking out the corner of her mouth and still in her orgasm. I could feel her muscles ripple with each spasm. I rubbed her back and kissed her.

I looked over at Jenny; little Ching Lee was in the same position only she was lightly sucking Jenny’s nipple as Jenny lay there.

Lorrie and Vicky came and sat on the bed next to me. Almost together they said, “That was so beautiful”.

Lorrie added, “Next time that is going to be me, I am so ready now. I want to do this soon”

I took her hand, kissed it and said, “I will do my best to make it special for you”.

We all dozed off for about half hour, then the need to pee made itself known.

Marcy and I kissed then separated; I released the air and removed the toy from me. When we moved that woke up Jenny and Ching Lee. We took turns in the shower. Jenny and I stripped and made the bed. I slept for the next six hours.

Edit by Alfmeister

I left an hour early on Sunday morning. The night had been very quiet and I needed to be at the college Monday morning at 8 to start the new routine.

The Suburban was a lot quieter than the diesel Ford. When I went in no one was up. Jenny had kicked the covers off sometime in the night and was sleeping on her side, naked. This was a clothes optional house hold; it wasn’t unusual for everyone to be sitting in the living room watching TV, naked. I put the 8 inch toy and the bottle of lube in the toy heater. Then I took a hot shower and shaved everything baby smooth.

When I came out of the shower Jenny was sprawled out on her back spread eagle. It was a pose too good to turn down. I slipped quietly to the basement and searched through the toys and BDSM equipment. I took an eye mask and four silk rope restraints back to the bed room.

I carefully slipped the loops of the silk rope over each hand and secured them to the corner post of the headboard, pulling them as snug as I dared. I was going to secure her ankles as well but decided I wanted her feet and legs free.

I straddled a leg and pulled my knee tight against her sex then I began kissing her. As her eyes opened and focused I smiled and kissed her again then placed the eye mask on her, lifting her head to get the elastic in place. As she started to protest I kissed her with my full tongue, hard and aggressive. I whispered into her ear “You’re mine, relax and enjoy.”

I started with small kisses, the tip of her nose, on the cheek. I sucked on her earlobe then playfully stuck the tip of my tongue into her ear. I hated it when someone did it to me, but it was such a turn on when I did to her. I sucked on the side of her neck like I was going to give her a hickey, but I knew better than to do that. It would difficult for her to explain with her position.

I went back to her mouth to smother it with kisses. I was fighting hard to keep my anticipation in check. It was a battle that I was losing. I wanted to hear her moan in pleasure and scream in the throws of orgasms. We started a tongue battle; she lost as I sucked the tip into my mouth.

I kissed the V between her breasts. I then left a trail of wet kisses between the nipples. I had to stop and savior each one, sucking hard then nipping it with my teeth. I sucked and kissed my way to the underside of her breasts. I could leave a hickey there – no one would ever see it except the girls – and they would get a kick out of it so and I did, a nice big one. In fact I made it a matching set when I got to the other breast.

She was whimpering and moaning almost continuously now; getting louder by the minute. She was working her sex against my leg trying to get off. But I wasn’t going to allow her that pleasure on my leg. I wanted her to come with my lips on her clit. I wanted to taste her cum. She moaned her displeasure when I moved my leg away from her sex.

I heard lots of giggling by the door. I looked to see four naked girls on their knees intently watching, with a hand here, fingers there. I winked at them and wide beaming smiles were returned.

I returned to Jenny, I kissed my way lower and teased her belly button terribly with my tongue. I kept going lower, taking my time teasing her. Finally I was at her smooth pussy.

There was no doubt that she was excited. Her clit was out of its hood further than I had ever seen it. It had a beautiful drop of lube on it and there were strings where other drops had fallen away. I had to have that one. With the tip my tongue I went after it but I gave into passion. I opened my mouth and sucked the whole clit in swirling the tip of my tongue around it.
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She lifted her ass off the bed as she came into my mouth. I sucked, licked and swallowed her sweet cum. She was begging “Fuck me, please fuck me,” as she worked her pussy against my mouth.

I pushed her legs back and tongue fucked her hole. I was really after more sweet cum. I reached under the towel and got the new 8 inch toy. I couldn’t wait any longer. I already had the pump needle in. I lubed it and shoved it deep into me and squeezed the bulb five times fast. I looked over to see the girls were now at the side of the bed watching what I was doing, their eye were locked onto my pussy as I removed the pump and covered the cock with lube. I had the whole process done in less than 30 seconds, so fast that Jenny was still in her orgasm. I said to anyone “untie her”.

I kept her legs push back, lined up and sunk the cock deep. We were clit to clit. She screamed out “Ahh, I’m coming again, fuck me, fuck me”.

I ground our sex together hard and pumped her hard for a dozen strokes and then I exploded into a massive orgasm. I screamed louder than Jenny did as I came. As I ground our clits together the ribs on the toy in me were on my G spot and driving my orgasm higher. With her legs still back I went forward humping her like I was a man. I searched out her mouth. I kissed. I sucked.

I pushed myself up so my arms were straight to support my weight. I pounded her pussy with all that I had. I was at the peak of my orgasm. I slowed for a moment so I could grind our clits together and to enjoy the waves of pleasure that were happening to me. My internal muscles were gripping the toy then fluttering like a butterfly was trapped in me. I had my eyes closed, lost in the pleasure that was driving me wild.

I felt the bed move. Then someone was kissing me. I opened my eyes to look to see Marcy’s dancing green eyes. She was toying with my tongue. She would slip it between my lips and sweep the tip of my tongue then retreat then repeat it. She had my breast in her hand with my nipple between her finger and thumb, squeezing the nipple.

I started slow fucking Jenny again with a mix of motions, pressing tight, then a circular motion and a couple of deep strokes.

I noticed a change in the vocals from Jenny. They were growing louder with some desperation in the tone. I looked past Marcy to see that Jenny was getting the same treatment from Ching Lee.

I added pressure to my thrusting and speed. We were building towards another big orgasm and it was showing in my movements. I heard Jenny hit those little noises she makes just before she comes. Then she was fucking back at me. Marcy kissed me and pinched my nipple hard. My orgasm exploded. Jenny and I came together.

I pulled out of Jenny and flopped down by her side. I was covered in sweat and a need to rest.

Edit by Alfmeister

I woke up at 4 to an empty house. The note said that they were at the Lacrosse games at the college and that I was to call when I got up. I’ll do that in a little while, I thought.

What I did know was that I was horny as hell. I pulled the new toys out from under the bed. I filled the sink with some bleach water to let them soak for a few minutes. While they were soaking I turned on the toy heater and read the instructions on the toys once again. I drained the water, rinsed the toys off with hot water, and washed them with soap and water one more time before I put the two bigger ones in the heater. I also put the video cam on the tripod linked to the big screen in the bedroom. I set the camera to remote and placed the remote on the bed with a bottle of lube in case I needed it.

I plugged the needle in, coated it with lube and slid it in me deep. Then I pumped it up. As I was pumping it up I kept moving it in and out trying to find when it was tight enough. One thing was certain; an empty bladder was a necessity. I could feel the ridges on it as it expanded. I counted the pumps on the squeeze bulb; it took 5 to have the right fit. The knots were deep enough that my exterior muscles held it in but it would still move around a little to work its magic on my G spot. I lay on the bed and stroked it like I was jerking on a cock and I watched on the big screen. The movement was perfect; the wearer was in for a treat with this; in fact I would bet she would have as many orgasms as the one getting fucked. After 30 strokes or so I was ready to go over the top.

I had to force myself to stop. I wanted to try out the 8 inch one. I let the air out of it and inserted the 9 inch one. I also put a double towel on the bed. I was leaking a flood as it was.

The 8 incher was bigger and a little longer for the wearer as well as having 8 inches for the user. Five pumps seemed just about right for it as well. I lay back on the bed and looked to screen at it. It was impressive; I could put both hands on and still had several inches above them. Even though it was big I could still move it around in all directions without internal discomfort; it felt good. I bet reverse cowgirl would drive both crazy with pleasure when using either of the three. Any position was clit to clit all the way and with the ridges working on the G spot.

I started stroking it like the cock it was with one hand. When I wanted more action on the G I simply squeezed it tighter as I was stroking. With the other hand I was feeling around my pussy lips and pinching my clit and occasionally flicking it with a finger nail.

Within two minutes I was lifting my ass off the bed like I was fucking at a real cock. I was coming and coming really hard. It wasn’t just a G spot come; it was a G spot and clitoral orgasms coming together like a freight train. I screamed my pleasure out so loud I was afraid the neighbors would hear; they were several hundred yards away. I flopped out on the bed exhausted. As I caught my breath I stuck the needle in it, released the pressure and pulled it out. The decreasing knots and ridges sliding over my G spot as it came out gave me another massive orgasm. Damn, I was worn out now.

I cleaned the toys, put away the camera, then took a long hot and cold shower. I dressed then called Jen. They wanted to meet for supper again.

I said that was fine because I needed them to help do an errand when I got there. I met the girls at the Hut again. They were already seated when I got there.

The manager was all smiles as he greeted me and tried to shake my hand off. He led me to the table that was several tables put together. Not only was my harem there but at least a dozen more girls that I didn’t know.

Jenny handed me a package. She said “Daddy had it delivered from Lawman’s Supply today. It is the same as the one you had.” he said “You would feel naked without one on today”.

“He is right,” I replied. Jenny and I went to the ladies room and she helped me get into the vest.

“How is your chest today”? Lorrie asked after we returned. “Sore, black and blue, but better,” I replied. I was introduced to the other people at the table. Most were friends of the girls or members of a visiting Lacrosse team.

The same big black man and his family came in while we were eating. He came over “BJ, I think that is what they said your name was. If we are ever in a fight I want you on my side. There is no way in hell that I would want to face off with you because you have the balls of a brass monkey and you aren’t afraid of nothing” he said. That brought a roar of laughter from the crowd. We finished our meal in relative peace.

I had Jenny carry me to the GMC dealer to pick up my Suburban. I transferred the work things I would need to it and asked if one of the girls would drive the Ford truck home for me. Jenny said she would drive it and Vicky could drive her car.

I fell in love with the Suburban before I got it back to the college. It had everything anyone could want. The hidden strobe package was great. It couldn’t be seen until it was turned on, unless you knew what to look for. They had even put a rifle and shotgun rack in it. Jenny said that it was the standard law enforcement package that the state police ordered minus the radios.

We had a very quiet night. So quiet, that I went into my office and rested on the army cot for a while.

Edit by Alfmeister

When she came back in she said “They are ready to do a reconstruct. We need you and Officer Grant to do that. There is a media frenzy waiting for you. All the sports media became news media with the shootings. The State Police spokesperson has run out of things to give them. They have the video of you being shot and it has been played and replayed on every news show since it happened. One of the media groups had a tower truck in the hospital parking lot taking fillers and they caught all of it. They saw your clothes coming in and are ready for a statement. They are expecting you in a wheel chair so they will be in for a surprise when you walk out.”

“Yes, I do want to walk out,” I replied.

For the next half hour I answered questions on camera, some were good, and some ridiculous. We would be the news maker on tomorrow’s news cycle. Jenny and the girls were standing behind me.

As we went outside Officer Grant handed me my jacket from my truck, the temperature had dropped some and she had gone back to get it. It was a souvenir leather jacket I had picked up at the PX in Germany on my way home. On the back it said “The Few, The Proud, The Marines.”

The FBI had sent two agents. They had pulled them off the Russian Embassy Retreat surveillance duty near C-ville. The State police had several detectives. The Governors task force was represented by Jenny and her dad Jason. The county Sheriff had one detective. The wrecked trucks were just as they were when I was taken to the hospital. The place the bodies had fallen was outlined in white chalk.

It took all of ten minutes, there were few questions. Everyone had seen the news video of my part of the action several times. Back at the scene it all seemed so peaceful now – what a difference a few hours can make.

What they didn’t have was the crosswalk video. I could supply that from the security cameras. I watched the girls do their reenactment. Then we went to my office where I copied all the camera footage onto DVD’s for each investigating group.

That ended the investigation for the night. The state wanted to reopen the road. The tow trucks were there to move the two crashed vehicles. I had them move the Explorer to the maintenance lot. The tow truck driver said it was totaled – add one more thing to the to-do list. Once the vehicles were gone the fire department washed down the sidewalks to get rid of all the blood that was there.

I asked the girls to come over to the office. I wanted a quiet time with them. The excuse was for hot chocolate. We needed a few minutes to unwind and debrief alone. I was afraid for how they would feel when the adrenaline rush left and the realization of what they had done set in. They had saved each other from a certain brutal and horrific treatment, but I knew there could be a down side.

The media was glowing now but there was a chance that it would turn nasty about the punishment they had inflicted to the attackers after they were down. I warned them to be careful what they said to strangers and how they answered questions from strangers.

The two survivors would get lawyers that would try to make them victims instead of attackers.

The girls were on cloud nine. They were pleased at what they had done. I, on the other hand was proud of what they had done. They had been attacked by experienced people and had won. They had every reason to be pleased.

I noticed a new sparkle in Lorrie’s eyes, one that hadn’t been there before, and a new tone in her voice. Applying revenge will do that for you. so will regaining your confidence. I think her recovery from being raped and traumatized had taken a great leap forward, sure there would be flashbacks; I still had them six years later. I also had the feeling that my household would soon be shrinking.

I sent them home with Jenny. The rest of the night was quiet; I left at 7. I stopped by the GMC dealer to see if the Suburban was ready. I was told they would be done with it by noon. They gave me a set of keys so I could pick it up tomorrow night. I was home and in bed with a snoring Jenny by 8.

Edit by Alfmeister

At 10:35 Jen walked in and looked madder than a wet hen. Officer Grant immediately became very professional. Jenny came over to me and said, “I thought we had lost you when I first got the text. The closer I got, the more it got sorted out.”

“Take your top off, I want to see your chest,” Jen said. “Oh my, you are going to be sore awhile”. With that she pulled me into a deep, very passionate kiss with a lot of tongue.

”I would kiss them if it would make you feel better,” she said.

“Not tonight” I replied.

“You have four very upset young ladies that want to get in here to see you. They have cried a bucket of tears. They won’t be at ease until they can see you themselves,” she said.

“I asked for my phone and my personal things from my clothes and haven’t gotten anything yet,” I said.

She looked at Officer Grant who said, “I passed it on.”

Jen called Major Ashley “I want her personal things out of her clothes and brought here now, as well as her shoes”.

Five minutes later they were handed to Jen at the door. “I have a travel bag in back seat of the truck and an extra uniform, can you have one of the girls get them for me?” I asked.

“The streets are still closed, only police are allowed,” she said as she handed my truck key to Grant who left immediately.

“Please tell me what happened at the crosswalk. They haven’t told me anything,” I said.

“I’ll let the girls do that, they are beaming and want to tell you the story themselves so I won’t spoil it for them,” Jenny said. “I’ll go get them while we are waiting for your clothes to get here.”

I was immediately surrounded by four crying girls, this time out of happiness, who smothered me with all the hugs and kisses I could handle. They couldn’t believe I was OK and was just very sore. They too had expected the worst. Officer Grant came in with my clothes, the girls were only too happy to help me dress.

There were some gasps as my gown came off. The bruising was bad even after all the ice that I had been keeping on my chest; of course my nipples reflected that they were very cold. They got a kick teasing me about that. They slid my panties up my legs and helped with my pants, socks and shoes. Vickie held up the bras that were in the bag. I pointed to the old worn out sports bra; it would be loose and I needed that, nothing tight for a while. They even helped with the tee shirt and finally the work dress shirt that I wore. I had too many hands trying to help with the tool belt. Jenny and Officer Grant were doing their best not to break out in full laughter. They even helped put my hair back up into a bun to fit under my hat.

“OK girls, it’s time to spill it. What happened at the cross walk?”

Lorrie started first. “Vicky and I finished our test a couple minutes before everyone else so we headed over to building C for the next test. While we were waiting for the cross light to change, the blue van screeched to a stop in front of us. The door slid open.

As soon as I saw the two men with the hoods on in the van I knew what they were. I yelled for Vicky to get back as they jumped out of the van. They were fast and on us in a second. I screamed at the one coming at me, and then shoved my fingers at his eyes; he was too close to kick. I must have gotten him good because he let out one blood-chilling scream. I backed up enough to kick him in the balls really hard. I had to kick him again; that time he went to his knees. That was when he leaned over to fall but I was ready for him and I kicked under the throat just like you said to do. His head flipped back just like I had kicked a ball.”

Vicky gave her side of the story. “When the guy that Lorrie hurt screamed the guy that had my arm let go and looked at his partner. That gave me the chance, so I pushed my fingers at his eyes. He screamed a girl like scream and his hands covered his face. I loaded up and kicked the hell out of his nuts, even harder than I kicked Dan. He sort of folded over and then I could kick his face and throat. I only got one more good kick in before he was flat in the pavement.

The third guy in the van started out to help his friends but Marcy, Ching Lee and about six more girls showed up. He was yelling at the driver to “Go go go.” We all started kicking the two that were on the pavement just to make sure they weren’t going to leave.”

Lorrie said “That’s when we heard the crash at the stop light, and then the gun fire, lots of it. We could see people falling. We were going to go there but the police and security stopped us. We heard Kerry Ann scream then we got her text that you had been shot five times. We tried to get to you but they wouldn’t let us leave the cross walk. “

I looked at Jen and asked “Why am I not dead? The gun was only inches away, hell, it even set my shirt on fire.”

“The gun was a 1930’s palm gun, 25 caliber, so was the ammo, it had lost some of its power. In fact the last bullet didn’t fire; it was a dud. You had the latest bulletproof vest on. The state hasn’t even started to test it yet but after they see yours it will be pushed to the front fast. Plus those big boobs of yours added more cushion to allow the vest to work without breaking your ribs, they are good for more than sucking and squeezing,” she said.

At that Grant lost it, I thought she was going to end up in the floor she was laughing so hard.

“I want the vest and my shirt back for souvenirs if nothing else!” I said.

“Of all the girls that are on the campus today, probably 700, how was it that they chose Lorrie and Vicky?” Jenny asked. “That had to be the world’s worst picks,” I said. Jens phone rang. She listened a few minutes then stepped out in the hall.

Edit by Alfmeister

I woke up at 4:30; I had a weird ass feeling I just couldn’t shake – a tingle on the back of my neck I hadn’t had that since I left battle field in the sand box.

I sent a text to all the girls with one question, “Are you ok?”

I received four yes and a call from Jenny, “What’s going on?” she asked. I just woke up with weird feeling that’s all.

She said, “You’re good, I have a political meeting to go to tonight with Daddy for the Task Force. It’s at Easton with all the Eastern Shore police chiefs and barracks Commanders. I’m on my way home now to get ready for it. I have a hair appointment to do on the way; it will be late when I get home”.

“That’s probably it, be damn careful. After it is over and you are home call me,” I said.

A few minutes later the door bell rang, it was UPS with a plain brown box for me. The toys I ordered had arrived. I took it into the bedroom and opened the box. I had ordered a 6, 7, and a 8. The eight was monster. If we were going to date Bert and Robert again Jenny was going to have to get stretched and comfortable with it. The toys were advertised as the girl’s best friend. I could see why.

They were strap-ons without the strap and harness to hold them in place. The harness was always a mess; it usually robbed the wearer of an orgasm. The six was actually a twelve; they came with a blood pressure pump and a mini football needle. The wearer inserted her end as deep as she could get it then pumped it up till it was a tight fit in her vagina, her end expanded like a dog knot with ridges to hold it in place. It would take trial and error to get the right feel and the ridges moving a little on the G spot would feel wild. The other end was a perfect feeling cock, other than being cold. It felt like the real thing, with the toy heater we had it was even better; also the curve looked about right. It was hard, but not too hard, soft, but not too soft, just perfect feeling. With no harness in the way it was true clit to clit. I couldn’t wait to try them out. I put them back in the box and slid them far under the bed. I would clean them and try the fit of the knot very soon.

I showered and dressed for work. The girls were going to be very late tonight because Saturday’s testing had been moved to tonight on account of the Lacrosse thing. With Jen’s meeting I was going to go to work early, I had plenty to do. I stopped by Dee’s on the way through C-ville and got a salad to go for supper. I arrived at 6.

I had six part timers working from 6 to midnight then it dropped to 2, then 3 for the day shifts for this weekend with everything else going on. We had our round table; I wanted both vehicles on the road continuously and someone to monitor the cameras at all times. We would rotate to break the boredom. At 9 PM I took my turn in the Explorer. I had made one full circle around the college, its side streets and parking lots. The streets were full of students tonight. I thought that was probably not good.

I was on the second sweep down Washington Street, past the main crosswalk, past Brown Avenue that took you to the hospital, past Campus Ave that was the main East /West Street that cut the grounds into quarters and also served as the south entrance to the hospital

I was getting ready to make the turn onto Kings Royal Circle when the call came over the radios “MAYDAY, MAYDAY kidnapping in progress at the main crosswalk. It is a blue Ford Econoline van. Fight in progress at the scene.”

“The Ford is pulling away headed south on Washington” came over the radio.

I did a U turn; I was going to meet them head on and block their escape route. I was closing in on Campus Ave fast; they were headed towards me smoking tires. With all the extra lighting that had been installed I could see that there was still a fight going on at the cross walk. As the van and I met I yanked the Explorer into its left front driving both of the vehicles onto the side walk and into a huge concrete utility pole that supported the power lines, telephone and the stop lights for the intersection. The van hit the pole head on with the Explorer nosed against its left front.

As I exited the Explorer and ran around the back to get to the driver of the van I noticed red and blue lights come on from a police cruiser exiting the hospital parking lot. I had pulled my Glock out as I rounded the Explorer. The driver was out and had started towards the back of the van to run. I started in pursuit; you can’t shoot them in the back no matter how much you would like to. I had just got to him when he turned with an automatic pistol in his hand. I reacted and blocked his swing before the gun was in my face. It was beside my head as he started pulling the trigger, the explosions were taking place close to my ear and the empty shell casings were hitting the side of my face. I raised my Glock and put four rounds into his chest.

As he went down I looked up to see another one standing behind him getting out from the rear of the van, all bloody, with a Saturday night special pointed at my chest. He pulled the trigger 5 times into my chest. As I was recoiling back from bullet impacts I emptied the remaining rounds from my Glock into him. I also heard several rounds fired from beside me. Crap, there were three of them in the van, I thought. Then someone was saying “Officer down, officer down.” There was screaming from the adjacent sidewalk.

I was back against the Explorer gasping; I could feel my heart beating. It hurt to breathe, but I wasn’t coughing up any blood. I was still standing, looking into the face of State police officer Linda Grant (as I read her name tag).

At the crosswalk there were now police lights and it looked like things were under control.

“I need to get up there and check on my people,” I said to Officer Grant. “I’m OK”

“Like hell you are,” she responded as the medics got to me. “I’ll get you a report from them.” I caught a whiff of something burning and I realized it was me. His gun had been so close to me that the powder had set my shirt on fire; it was smoldering. The medics helped me put it out, and then they put me on a stretcher. While they were getting me strapped down one of my crew came and said, “We got them and no students got hurt”.

By now there were police officers everywhere. Officer Grant was ordered to stay with me to collect my uniform and vest for evidence and to provide protection.

The scream I heard was one of Lorrie’s friends; she had witnessed me getting shot. She texted “BJ’s been shot five times” then she had hit send to all; that included Jen. Jen received that less than 30 seconds after “Officer down” flashed across all the smart phones at the task force conference. Almost immediately after that flashed “2 dead 2 injured, officer down at KCC at C-town.” The tables cleared but they were already behind Jen.

At the hospital they cut my clothes and my vest off me, including my bra and panties. Officer Grant bagged everything. The only thing she said the whole time was when we were alone for a minute, “You have a great body; I wish mine looked that good”. I got a hospital gown, MRI, X-ray, a bunch of doctors and finally a look at my chest. It was red and I was going to have five bruises. It hurt to breathe but getting better all the time.

I still had no information on what happened at the crosswalk. I asked Officer Grant if she could get my cell phone back. “It was on my tool belt,” I said. It was 10:30; I had been here an hour and I still hadn’t seen anyone that could give me any information.

Edit by Alfmeister

When I woke up I was alone in the bed. There was a note on the table – she had gone to work at noon. Information was coming in on the frat house investigation and she wanted to review it as soon as possible.

My smarter than smart phone was full of e-mails; the news cycle was running with the Food King assault as they were naming it. Everyone that had my mail was sending some kind of kudos or well done.

Bill Jackson said to take the evening off if I needed it; they would get by without me. That was nice of him, but I had long ago learned that it was best to keep busy and not allow myself to dwell on things. Besides, this was the first weekend of the month; if the rapists stayed on their normal routine there was a high probability this weekend was it. I wanted to be there if something happened, not home feeling sorry for myself.

Jenny called to invite me to supper/breakfast at the hut, she was going to work late and the girl’s last test for the day was at 6:15, so we could eat together if could make it. I sent a note back that I could. That would give me time for a 45 minute workout in the gym and I needed that. I wanted to stay my weight and that would require a lot of work in the gym to do that.

We couldn’t have timed it any better. We all hit the parking lot at the same time and only had to wait a few minutes to be seated. I ordered light; I didn’t want to feel bloated for the evening.

While we were waiting for the food a big black man came to the table and I do mean big. He was at least 6ft 4in and weighed at least 250 pounds. He said in a very loud voice that had everybody looking at us, “You dat woman that killed them two on the island last night, I saw it on TV?”

“Yes, that was me,” I replied.

“My mom shops there; that could have been her car they tried to take. Thank you for taking that scum out, you sure put some moves on them,” he said as he stuck out his hand for me to shake.

As I stood to shake his hand there was a round of applause from the restaurant. The rest of the meal was mostly quiet. As patrons were leaving a lot of them said, “Nice job” or “Thanks” as they walked by.

As we left to pay the bill the manager said “No bill; this one is on us. Thanks! Stop by anytime”.

A patron placed a twenty on the counter, “For the tip and thank you,” he said as he walked away.

The girls headed home and Jenny followed me to my office.

“I’ll work in there on my laptop until you get cleared up, then I’ll fill you in on the things we found out,” she said.

There were several papers on the counter. The story was on the front page of all of them, including pictures of the fight, the dead ones lying covered up and one of Jen and me making the statement to the press.

I read over the notes and the contact list that had accumulated on my desk over the last few days, nothing out of the ordinary there. The things that did catch my eye were that the Athletic Department was hosting a division Lacrosse Tournament. The games were to run Saturday and Sunday. They were going to play four games on each of the two fields on Saturday with the winners doing a play-off on Sunday to accommodate all divisions. That meant we would have 200 players plus coaches and spectators and media on the grounds over the weekend and we were just now getting all the details. This had all the makings of a snafu with a full cluster. We were going to need every one of the part-time people this weekend.

The mail included a big interoffice envelope from HR. It had several bomb shells in it, almost like a carpet bombing. I knew it was coming but I thought there would be a longer transition period.

I would be officially introduced as Director of Security and Safety at 9 AM on Monday to the media and was to assume all duties immediately. A pool secretary would be temporary assigned to me until the full time position could be filled to handle scheduling, payroll and other duties. I now needed to be working the normal five day week for a while.

I need to develop staffing levels and consider adding several full time people. HR would develop the job packet and handle the help wanted postings. I would be on the final interview committee after HR had verified the qualifications.

Because of all the violence happening at schools and colleges we were given a million dollar federal grant to improve campus safety.

An additional 500,000 safety grant was given from an anonymous donor with specific instructions that it was to be used for student security. A Washington attorney was to approve the expenditures from the anonymous donor. We had to document that every penny went to improve security and safety.

I needed to work with the grounds group, state and local police and the sheriff’s department to develop a comprehensive plan on safety enhancements from community and student standpoints.

Additional office space was going to be constructed beginning Tuesday. The plans were included. It was to be attached to our existing office, triple our space and it was to be completed in thirty days. From what I could make of the plans a lot of it was prefabricated. I was to meet with the contractor and building services at 9 on Tuesday.

They were also going to announce that they were going to increase student capacity by 250 students in each of the next two years and build two new dorms with grants from a major local corporation. This was going to be one busy place.

My Suburban was in. I could inspect it Friday. A contractor was going to install the additions I wanted Friday afternoon. I would be able to pick it up on Monday.

I was finally caught up and went in and sat with Jenny. I slid the HR packet to look over. She smiled and said, “We get more time together, I like that and we were invited to the Monday announcement.” I told Jen that I was caught up for a bit, that we could discuss the frat house evidence.

Jenny began, ”We hit a lot of dead ends. None of the DNA from the athletes matched the DNA collected from the rape victims. None of the DNA collected from the frat house matched that collected from the rape victims so all that was a dead end.”

“Now for the DVD’s. The video sales company had signed actor’s releases and compliance statements as required by law for adult movies. Six of the girls were former college students from here. We contacted all of them. They willingly participated and were paid although they didn’t want to admit it. Four of them thought they were made for a private collector and would never be published. They were quite surprised and horrified that they were and worried about repercussions,” she said.

“The company did supply the male actor’s names. They were also paid from by the video company. Three of them are seniors and are on the frat house members list. The fact that they made movies isn’t enough to pick them up for questioning yet. We simply need more evidence.

The other eleven girls all are known adult actresses from either New York or California and were supplied by the video company. All the videos that were there were sold as commercial porn or at least the 15 that we found were.

None of this explains why there were so many condoms there or the female products. As it stand’s right now all dead ends and more questions,” she said.

“If they stay with the same method of operations the next four day stretch is prime time for the rapist. To complicate matters we have the Lacrosse tournament this weekend. There will be an extra thousand people to deal with. I will have every one of our part timers working,” I said.

I gave Jen a hug as she left. Other than dozens of students stopping in to comment on the news article on my part of the Food King assault it was a quiet night. In between patrols I had plenty of time to plan my department. I liked the sound of “MY” department. I also planned out the work schedule for the weekend and the Lacrosse Tournament. The question was, would everyone be able to work?

I was still at the college when the girls stopped by to say hi Friday morning. I had just finished my 2 bagels and a cup of Swiss Miss Chocolate. I called all the part timers; those I didn’t get to talk to I left messages to call me after 7 PM tonight and that it was important. It was 9 before I crawled into bed.

Edit by Alfmeister

It was a quiet evening; pre-exam testing was scheduled for Thursday, Friday and in unusual Saturday classes so the girls were deep in study. Ching Lee and Marcy were in the kitchen; Lorrie and Vicky were in the living room. Jen was in the office working on her laptop.

I was in the kitchen working on supper. A food store run was a sure thing for tomorrow; we were scraping the floor of the cupboard to get supper tonight. We girls had to worry about our figures so salad was main course tonight with tomato soup and crackers. Everyone took a break to eat.

After supper I decided that I was going to do the grocery run tonight. The Food King was open all night. I finished the list and asked if anyone needed anything, then I wrote down the special requests.

When I arrived at the store, Channel 14 news was set up off to one end of the parking lot interviewing shoppers about the high price of groceries. Luckily they were busy as I went into the store.

I spent the next two hours shopping. I picked up a lot of extra things for the house; six girls had many more different needs than a house with just a couple. I ended up with two full rounded up carts. Six hundred dollars later and now in bags I was glad the pickup was a crew cab, I had the back floor and the seat filled up. I even put the heavy bags that were full of cans in the back.

When I came out of the store I noticed a group of Spanish speaking men standing off to one corner of the building. They were laughing and carrying on as well as drinking. I kept an eye on them as I was loading the truck. I returned the carts to the rack and as I headed to the truck two of them headed to the truck to meet me.

I arrived at the truck a moment before they did; I turned to put my back to the truck facing them.

The lead one pulled a knife, “Give me your keys and your money or I’m going to cut you up,” he said.

“Are you sure you want to do that? It’s my truck; I just bought it and I kind of like it,” I said.

He lunged at me in reply. He must have thought I would frighten and run. He had one surprised look on his face as I grabbed his hand. In a move I had taught for years I twisted his hand and arm then with an upward thrust shoved his own knife into his heart.

As he was going down his partner decided it was time to get into the act. At the same time the other two made the same decision and started towards the truck.

Number two was just as dumb as the first one but a little more of a showman. He made a wide amateur swing with the knife that I easily dodged and then he lunged at me. I side stepped the lunge and hit him across the bridge of the nose as hard as I could, breaking his nose. I added a palm thrust, driving the bones into his brain and killing him instantly.

The other two were close by then; they must not have had any weapons and thought they could win with their fist. A kick in the nuts doubled over the first one; he went down hard. I spun grabbing the arm of the second one doubling it behind him, breaking his elbow and shoved him head first into the door pillar of the Ford truck, knocking him out.

I reached into the truck for the extra cuffs that were in the consol, putting a set on each of the living ones.

I called 911, telling them the location and to send two ambulances, the police and the coroner. I then called Jenny and told her to bring my shoulder rig, the Glock, and a light jacket to cover it all. I also told her to bring the Crown Vic and one girl and to do it now, saying it would be self explanatory when she got here.

I could here the sirens just as the Channel 14 camera crew arrived carrying their portable camera with a light person.

The reporter said, “We got it all on film from the tower camera; we had it up and were recording some filler for a report. That was some fast action. We already sent it to the station for the 11 o’clock report. Are you OK, can we do an interview?”

“I don’t think it would be good for me to make a statement until after the police get a report,” I said.

I checked the pulse on the first two to confirm that they were dead. As I was doing that a deputy sheriff arrived with the ambulances from KIVFD close behind. I could hear more sirens in the distance getting closer. I backed out of the way to give the EMT’s room the do their thing; they confirmed that the two were dead.

Jenny showed up and handed me the shoulder rig saying, “Put this on over it,” as she handed me the light jacket.

The deputy liked to have had a fit.

Jenny pulled out her ID and said to the deputy, “You call your boss and I will call mine if we have to.”

About that time a state police sergeant – Jim Spears from the C-ville barracks – showed up and Jenny introduced us. He knew Jenny and that put an end to most of the crap from the deputy.

I asked the EMT’s for some cleaner sanitizer for my hands, I had blood on them that I wanted off. We walked over to the ambulance where they helped me clean up. They also wanted to know if I needed an ice pack. As usual the guys tried flirting a little.

Jenny had brought Lorrie with her. I got her attention and asked her to help me transfer the groceries to the Crown Vic.

“I’m going to be here awhile; the cold and the frozen items will be ruined it they don’t get in the refrigerator and freezer. You and Jenny can take the groceries home and put them away. It’s more than likely going to be morning before I get home by the time we get through with everything,” I told her.

We had just started when Vicky, Ching Lee and Marcy showed up.

The girls walked over to the police tape to look at the covered bodies then walked back to me.

Vicky said “I can’t believe four men attacked you, two of them with knives, you killed them and disabled the other two with no weapons and don’t have a scratch on you”.

“There may be no scratches but my soul will carry the scars a lifetime,” I said.

We finished transferring the groceries and they left, taking Lorrie with them.

The detectives arrived and the hard questions began. I told the detectives that the news guys had the entire thing on tape. Sergeant Spears went to get a copy from them. When he came back with the CD he loaded it on a laptop sitting on the back of the police cruiser. Jenny, Sergeant Spears, Deputy Carl Winters, SP Detective Walter Books and I watched the video.

Two minutes and ten seconds with two men dead, and two men in the hospital. Two minutes ten seconds the difference between being alive and dead. I knew it happened fast, I also knew I would relive it more than once, it was always that way. Some of them were just images in the distance. Some of them you got to watch the life leave their eyes as they went dark. I always seemed to relive it.

They played the video several more times, even slow motion. Then they played it one frame at a time. I turned and looked away I had lived it one frame at a time and didn’t need to see it that way.

The discussions, questions and reenactments went on for two hours. Finally everyone was satisfied. They said we were through, that I could go. It was a clear case of self defense. The county DA would have to make the final decision.

“I told the news guys I would give them an interview; do any of you guys want some PR time?” I asked. They all shook their heads no. Jenny said “I guess I get drafted.”

I called the news guys over and we gave them a five minute interview. By then they had most of my life’s story from the net so I threw in a plug for the college. Jenny threw in a plug for the Governor’s task force along with the normal safety in public places speech.

The sun was rising as we drove into the driveway. The girls had put all the groceries away. I grabbed a couple of beers and Jenny and I hit the hot tub to relax. We saw the girls off to college and Jenny and I went to bed. I held her close and found a restless days sleep.

Edit by Alfmeister