Bjjonesmylife. Book 2

I went to the QT Banking and Trust Kent Island office to see if the paperwork had arrived from Jake. I had to wait for Mr. Rustone to finish a meeting with another customer. At last I was seated and going over the papers – sign here and there.

Take this to the court house, this to MVA, fill out this form. After half an hour he said “OK, we are done.”

“Wait a minute, we haven’t discussed anything about mortgage payments or truck payments,” I said.

“There are no payments – Jake sent checks to pay them off in the folder he returned. I would like to take this opportunity offer our full banking and investment services to you. We also have safety deposit boxes you can keep your important papers in such as titles and deeds,” he said.

I thanked him saying that I would indeed be using his bank and I would open an account there with my next paycheck.

I couldn’t believe it. Jake had paid it off, that’s not what we had talked about at all. I wanted to buy it; I had a good job that didn’t require me to kill people on a daily basis. Yes, I was thankful and I was going to call him as soon as I had everything I wanted to say thought out.

I headed down to Kurt, the wood worker, to pick up my new house sign. The next question was where to put it up, for the time being I would leave it on the counter as a conversation piece.

I had plenty of time left. It was time that I took care of other things that had been on the back burner too long. I needed to get a sidearm of my own; I had kept Jason’s long enough. Not only that, I missed the shooting range. I enjoyed the challenge that being proficient presented. Now that I had a permanent place of my own I could get a big gun safe and stock up on ammunition and today was a good day to do just that. I knew it was going to be expensive but a good gun properly taken care of would last a lifetime.

I would get the gun safe today. Lawman’s Supply had one that I saw the last time that I was over there. I called over to see if they still had in stock. They did and after I gave my name the owner remembered me plus his daughter was going to KCC. She kept him up to speed on the happenings at the college. He informed me that from now on I was to get a 50% discount on anything purchased from them.

I asked about a Glock gen 4-23 in 40 cal and 6 extra clips – they had one. They also had a Mossberg 500 three in one kit with 18.5 and 28 inch barrel, and both a pistol grip and standard stock.

They had them in stock. I also asked about a 700 Remington BDL sniper rifle in 223 with a real good scope, they had one, and a Bushmaster 15, they had it. I asked for a price on all of it together and with a case of ammo of all three calibers. With my discount it was a great price.

He said that they would need a copy of my background check and they could deliver it today as they were making a delivery to the local sheriff’s office.

I told him I had the original and would copy it for him. I gave him my card number; they were going to deliver it at 4 PM this afternoon.

There was a very large deep closet in the office that was mostly empty. I would put the safe in there; with the door closed no-one would know it was there. All I needed to do was move a few things and the delivery people could set it in place. While I was waiting for the delivery I would box Jake’s things that were in there and put them in the attic for safe keeping. I spent the rest of the day packing and carrying things to the attic. I wouldn’t need to hit the gym tonight.

The delivery truck was twenty minutes early and it was sitting in the driveway when the girls came home. The safe was neatly tucked into the closet; the ammunition was stacked in it. I was in the process inspecting the guns before signing the paperwork when they came in the kitchen. I had them all laid out in the table, they looked good and felt good in my hands. I signed the paperwork and sent the delivery people on their way.

The girls looked concerned. Vicky asked “Are we going to war or something?”

I laughed and said “I was a marine; we are always prepared for the worst. There is something beautiful about a good gun that feels just right in my hands.”

Now was a good time for a quick gun safety talk. I showed each of them how to safely check to see if a gun was loaded. Then I showed them how to load the gun, work a round into the chamber and how to eject it from the chamber. I also showed them what the safety did and how to work it. Then I had each of then to go through the process with each gun. I showed them where the gun safe was and told them that the guns would be in there.

Jenny came in about that time and looked the guns over. She smiled and said, “Now we can go to the range and do some serious shooting.”

“There a couple of trap ranges not to far away. I want to do that, too,” I said.

“Daddy carried me a couple of times; it’s very challenging and a lot of fun. Sounds like a great idea,” she said.

“Daddy rents a farm outside of C-ville for hunting that we can use to sight that rifle in, plus shoot up some tin cans. I’m sure he would like to go as well. He even has a sporting clay machine. I think it might be a good idea to take all the girls if they are interested. He has several single shot 20 gauge shotguns that are just right for beginners,” she said.

The girls and I were still in the office having a more detailed discussion about the guns when Jen walked back in, with a big smile on her face, carrying the sign “The Harem’s Nest”.

“I like it! Now, where are you going to put it?” she asked.

“Out by the door – it implies no men allowed,“ I said laughing. “After all this is a clothes optional house hold.”

Edit by Alfmeister

Anyone that works shift work knows how hard it is to change the day/night routine. I only napped a couple of hours before I was wide awake. If Jenny hadn’t been sleeping so soundly I would have woken her with kisses in all the right places, instead I slipped out of bed and went to the living room. I sat in the recliner with the laptop and flipped thru the pictures from yesterday one more time, still finding nothing that stood out. I gave up on them and started looking at porn sites on the net.

I looked at some adult toy sites. I found some nice toys that I thought Jen and I would have fun with and ordered them. One of them looked very interesting so I ordered several different sizes. They were expensive, but if they lived up to the ad they would be worth it.

Then I searched everywhere for ‘college girls raped, molested, tortured’ and every variation that I could think of. After a thousand sites and what must have been a million pictures I found a site ‘Raped and Tortured College Girls of the Northeast’. They said that they had four hundred raped coeds, at least one from every college in the northeast.

I started with the very first one and looked at the stills used to promote the video. I saved the best face picture to a file. I wondered if Jen could get useable facial scans to compare against the student roster.

Then I was hit with a brick. Girl number 318 was staring at me – the same girl, on the same bed, with the same corner bedpost, and with the same arm restraints as the girl in the pictures from the frat house. They even had a name and the date the rape supposedly took place. They called her Roxey Newhouse. I downloaded the DVD and all the pictures of her. I continued to look at every girl on the site. I found fifteen more girls in the same bed with the same corner bedpost and restraints. By the dates it was done over a fifteen month period. That was one a month; I copied the pictures and bought the down-loadable DVD for all fifteen.

Jenny could subpoena the sites actor release that they were required by law to get and keep and may even be able to get all the information about each film.

After 5 hours of looking at cocks, tits, pussy and ass I was horny as hell. I thought about masturbating but decided to go for the real thing. I snuggled up behind Jen and began kissing her neck at the same time groping her tit and molesting its nipple. After a few minutes she said sleepily “I think some one is horny”. As soon as she said that I attacked her like the bitch in heat that I was.

I plastered her mouth with mine and went for her tonsils with my tongue. The whole time I was tweaking and pinching her nipples; first one then the other. As soon as she was moving to the motion I kissed my way to her tits and fed on both of them, nipping and playfully biting them, rolling the nipples between my lips and teeth. She had a small orgasm while I was doing that. The orgasm may have been small but I was sure Jen was vocal enough to wake the house.

I needed to feel some love so I moved her down and crawled on top into a 69. I pulled her legs back and tucked them under my arms. I licked and sucked at her vulva but not touching her clit or hole as I licked around both. Jen was whimpering, and then begging for me to suck on her clit. I was intentionally tormenting her and she was getting more desperate by the second. She was moving her bottom all around trying to get me to put more attention on her clit and hole. The begging was getting desperate and louder.

I knew there were at least two at the door watching. A quick glance out the side of my eye showed that they were playing with themselves; both were naked. That was an odd thought; no-one ever wore any clothes in this house. There were shorts and tee shirts in every room for quick cover up in case someone came to the door.

Jenny was attacking my pussy with a vengeance trying to make me feel guilty for not doing the same to her. I was wet before I ever got into bed. I knew I was making lube like a faucet. She either was lying in puddle or she was gulping it down like crazy to keep from being drowned in it. She had me right on the edge of the big O. A dozen more licks and a suck or two on my clit and I would be there. In between the licks and sucks Jenny was begging me to tongue fuck her.

We had been so noisy that all four girls were in the room now. Ching Lee and Marcy had taken the other side of the bed and were also in a 69. Lorrie and Vicky were doing themselves but were holding each other up.

One more lick and it was going to be over for me. I sucked on Jenny’s clit as hard as I could then mashed it with my tongue, and then I started tongue fucking as deep and as hard as I could. Jenny and I both came at the same time. She screamed into my cunt then bit down on my clit, that made me come again on top of the massive one I was already having – I was screaming as loudly as Jenny was. In retaliation for biting my clit I bit hers and she was coming again. About this time Ching Lee and Marcy started their orgasms. Somewhere between’ oh’ and ‘ah’ and ‘I’m cuming’, Lorrie and Marcy got off.

All of a sudden Jenny was pushing me saying, “Get off me, get off – I have to pee now – hurry” as she was running to the bathroom – the rest of us were doubled over in laughter.

When it subdued I said, “That’s what you get for teasing me and then leaving me hanging the other day”.

Ching Lee said “I want this for an alarm clock every morning”

When everyone had left the room to get dressed for their day I asked Jen if she could stay a few minutes after the girls left, that I needed to show her something.

I detailed my search and showed her the web site along with the pictures from the site. I showed the picture that I had taken of the bedroom, pointing out several things that were also in the pictures from the site. I copied it all to a thumb drive for her kissed, her good-bye and sent her on her way.

Edit by Alfmeister

Joe and I met Jenny at the State Police barracks where they picked up the samples and the laptop that had the copied DVD’s on it, as well as their camera equipment.

I thanked Joe for all of his assistance as I returned his Tyvek suit.

He said “If you ever need me to help like that again, please let me know – it was a blast!”

I had kept the digital camera that Joe had used; I wanted to look at the evidence myself. I would love to have gotten a copy of all the DVDs as well. I would talk to Jen about that but I didn’t have my hopes up about getting any copies.

I went to Jen’s office to say goodbye. The Major was in her office so I knocked before I entered.

“I just wanted to tell you that I was leaving, I will see you tonight,” I said.

Jenny said, “If you have a minute, please close the door and sit down, let’s talk.”

“If you were working this investigation, what would be your next moves?” she asked.

“Until you get the results back from the DNA and a look at all the DVDs there isn’t a whole lot you can do. I would have the utility company install cameras in the two street lights in front of the frat house and monitor who comes and goes. I would also subpoena the cable records for their internet traffic,” I said.

“I would look into the ownership of the frat house and the money trail, who is paying and how. Is the owner being paid with DVDs? The girl in the pictures – who is she?”

“It looked like she was offering a lot of input from the pictures, and was paid a lot at the end. Is she a hooker or a porn actor? There were several good face shots of her. I would do the facial scan thing to find out who she is, and I would do the same thing with every female in the DVDs.”

“I would get the cell phone records of the members of the frat house. I don’t think they are using burn phones; this whole thing reeks of over-confidence. By monitoring their web traffic we may find a web site where this is being posted. For now, it’s a waiting game,” I said.

“I thought for a while that we had found our rapist, now I’m not so sure; maybe a connection to one of them,“ I said. “I’m still going to run a loaded tight ship for the next two weeks – maybe we can get lucky,” I said.

“I think you have a good handle on the things we will be looking at over the next few days,” Jenny said. “I will keep you informed,” she added.

I stopped by the college admin on the way out of town. I gave Mr. Jackson the signed job offer. I was in for it now. I told him I wanted a black Suburban without decals but with a hideaway strobe package for a vehicle. He called the local GMC dealer while I waited. If another dealer had one in stock they could have it ready in a week.

Before going home I stopped by the QT Banking and Trust office on the island to speak with Mr. Rustone. He said “I have been expecting you. Jake called and we discussed the transaction. We faxed him the necessary paperwork. He is going to FedEx it back to us. We should have everything ready in a day or two after getting the paper. I see that you work at the Kent County College – what is your title over there?“ he asked.

“I was given a promotion today – I am Director of Safety and Security,” I said.

“That’s all I needed to finish the paperwork,” he replied.

I headed towards home – yes, I could call it home – it was soon going to be mine. I drove past my road to Kurt’s Woodworkers Shop. Kurt was an older gentleman. I explained what I wanted in a sign and what I wanted on it. He told me to come back in two days and it would be ready.

I carried my things into the house; the paperwork from the college with all the details about my new job duties, some papers from the bank and the camera from today’s adventure. That adventure had me concerned the most. I just couldn’t get the pieces to come together. I pulled the memory card and downloaded the images onto the laptop. I went thru them one by one. I studied every single image trying to find something that stuck out, anything that would help me find out what the hell was going on there and how involved the college students were. I damn sure wanted to know if any female students were involved.

I finally decided that I needed a break. I went down to the gym and spent the next two hours working out. I went through all of the machines twice and finished up with a nice run on the treadmill. It didn’t help anything but I did feel better in a different way; a good work out always did that for me.

Jen and the girls would soon be home. I should be doing supper for them tonight. That brought up the age old question ‘What’s for supper?’

A salad with steaks and a nice bottle of wine would hit the spot. I had enough time to get to the market to get the things. I made great time and got 6 steaks, salad mix, and 10 sweet potatoes. I also got two bottles of wine and a case of beer as I came by Barkers store.

When Jenny and the girls got home I had the table set, the sweet potatoes in the oven, and the salad mix washed, I greeted Jen with a big hug and a kiss and hugs for the rest of the girls. I put the steaks on the grill.

I filled the wine glasses as everyone dished their salad and offered a toast “To beautiful friends, a great family – I consider all of you my family,” I said.

We had a wonderful supper followed by girl-talk. The only talk of work was that I told Jenny that I had requested a Suburban and that it could be here in a week. We cleaned up and went to bed. Jenny and I snuggled and held each other and made small talk. From the sounds coming from Ching Lee and Marcy’s room they were getting it on. Lorrie and Vicky were having fun listening to them.

Edit by Alfmeister

I was at Joe’s Pest Control at 9:45. Joe had me all suited up in a Tyvek suit before the Task Force guys even got there. I looked like one of those state workers at a chemical spill. When the task force arrived they were delighted, there was all kinds of room to hide all kinds of surveillance equipment under the suit. I had a hard hat cam that looked like a light and another cam that looked like some kind of meter hanging around my neck on a strap. I had two digital cameras, one in each pocket.

We were sitting In front of the frat house at ten after ten. The guys that were monitoring the equipment were parked two spots back in a beat up old modified Ford Econoline van.

Five minutes later the ear piece told me that all the equipment checked out and that “go” was authorized. We first walked around the house looking for crawling bugs. The only thing we found was two full trash cans. I asked into the hidden microphone in the white mask I was wearing if they wanted that?

“Yes” if we could do it without it being to obvious.

I told them we had some white Tyvek bags in the back of the van. I would simply re-bag it before we left making it part of our cleanup trash.

Joe opened the back door with a key and asked if anyone was home several times, with no response. I walked around the first room giving the experts a panoramic view so they could see the obvious. Then I did a more through search. I checked every box, bag, under every couch and chair, and in every nook and cranny. Then I did it to every room downstairs.

Upstairs was all bedrooms and one full bathroom with a huge antique claw foot tub. One room with a double bed was set up as a video room with the window blackened and there still was a heavy rug over it. There were enough big lights in it to give you sunburn.

On a shelf on the wall were twenty five or so homemade DVDs. I sent Joe out to the van to get the laptop so I could copy the DVDs to the hard drive. Under the bed were several boxes of assorted toys that looked like they had been put away dirty. I asked the tech guys if there was a way for me to get DNA from them. They said “sample kits are on the way” and that they would work me thru the process as soon as they arrived.

I started copying the DVDs while I waited. This was going to be a long process, too long I thought. Joe came in carrying the kits in Micky-don food bags.

I asked him if he knew how to copy the DVDs. “No problem,” he replied.

The tech guys started me with the sampling process. Put on the latex gloves, open the solution, dip the q tip, swab the object, put the tip in the test tube and seal, then repeat with the next object. The process picked up speed as it went. What I thought would take hours we had done in 45 minutes. After I finished I continued the search.

In another box under the bed there were girl’s panties, each was in a zip lock bag with a name and date on them. I lay then out on the bed, and took snapshots of both sides of each bag. Someone was trophy collecting, I guess. None of the names were on the rape victims list. The rest of the upstairs bedrooms gave us nothing except more questions.

The bathroom posed even more questions. There were several major brands of condoms in there. They were boxed by the gross; that was 144 condoms of each brand. Whorehouses were the only places that bought condoms in that quantity, way too many for this kind of place.

There were also several cases of feminine douche products. The attic door had been sealed shut and locked by the homeowner, there was a note there to call a local realtor if access was needed. It was one of the specially keyed types you see at houses for sale.

Joe had finished the DVDs. We were ready to leave but something was bothering me. It just didn’t feel right. I did another walk through, and then it hit me. All of the other rooms had wall to wall carpet of a matching color. It was in good shape, nearly new. The video room had throw rugs. There were signs that wall to wall carpet had been there but throw rugs covered the floor.

I began looking under the rugs. I was down to the last one. I moved the camera tripod and the rug under it. There was a neatly cut hole in the floor. The original floor material was held in place with four Phillips screws. Joe looked at me and then handed me a screwdriver from his tool pouch. As I started removing the screws I asked into the microphone if Jenny was listening.

She responded with “yes”.

“Jen, call my office and tell whoever answers the phone that it is extremely important that they call you as soon as the assembly is over,” I instructed as I removed the last screw.

I handed Joe the still camera to take pictures as I began to remove and inspect the contents. There were several boxes and bags. One bag contained several black hoods, hand cuffs and ball gags. Another bag contained medical syringes and two bottles of inject-able drugs. I didn’t know the name but I was sure someone would tell me. I also held them so Joe could get a picture of the labels. The other bag held a powder that was labeled for veterinary use only. The box held one DVD; I gave it to Joe to copy. There was a three ring notebook used for photo album.

The pictures in the album were made in the room; they were in sequence and started with a girl talking and pointing things out. Then she was brought in by two guys, with hoods, and they tied her onto the bed and did a mock injection into her arm. The next series was a mock of her inhaling the vet powder. There was a series of pictures of attempts to disrobe her in various restraints. The next series were of implied torture; pliers to the breast, stomach and groin areas. Then finally simulated sex acts. As I looked at the pictures my heart stopped when realized what I was looking at. This was a rehearsal for a rape. I continued to flip the pages, taking pictures of each page. Someone else was also directing how the events were to occur. occasionally there was an arm or side of another female in the shot. An older woman, fit, definitely middle age, late forties or early fifties was in some of the shots.

The next series of pictures was apparently the final run-through from the beginning. This time the girl’s head was in a hood when they brought her in, when the hood was removed a large ball gag was in place and she was treated harshly. She was crying, fighting their moves.

Her clothes were removed, and her panties placed in a zip lock bag. There was a sequence of pictures of her tits, nipples, abdomen and ass being pinched with the pliers. The next pages were of her being fucked and sodomized, even a double penetration. Her ass was whipped horribly red and given welts. The final pictures showed her with the ball gag removed, sitting on the bed. It would be weeks before the bruises from the pliers would be gone from her body. The final picture was of her accepting a handful of cash.

This raised a whole lot of questions. Was this a paid run-through with a hooker? Were they making on demand porn movies to a customer’s script using hookers and/or college girls? Were they being broadcast on the net? Was this supplying the money to pay for the frat house? Who was the older lady? Who was the girl?

The guys never removed their masks to reveal who they were. They did use condoms – several of them in fact – with 3 gross of condoms they were planning a lot of something. We put everything back and left. Joe and I met Jenny at the State Police barracks where they picked up the samples and the laptop that had the copied DVD’s on it, as well as their camera equipment.

Edit by Alfmeister

The girls went about doing their things, getting ready for tomorrows classes. I had an uncomfortable feeling hit me, telling me to talk to Jake.

I sent Jake an e-mail asking if he was available to Skype and was by himself. He returned “yes”. I took the laptop, charger and the high-def web cam and went into the bedroom and then set everything up. I linked the video out to the big flat screen TV. I turned on all the lights including the extra ones. I also got the newspapers from the dining room.

I logged in, hit the send button and there was Jake. He looked great, he had his shirt off or was naked, the same as I was, I knew the way I had set the camera up he could see all of me.

“My sixth sense told me to call you tonight. You look fantastic, so what is wrong?” I said.

“My business has changed; I’m not going to make it home for the holidays, I’m not going to be home for at least five years. I’m packing up to move to Japan. My company received the contract to clean up the reactors damaged in the earthquake, it is a rush job as you can imagine. It’s at three time’s normal pay; I can’t turn it down. I’m sorry,” he said.

“And you look heavenly. I wish I could hold you while we are having this conversation.”

“Yes, so do I, I miss you already,” I said.

I had left the door open; I knew they were standing quiet outside my door. After today’s visit from the Marines I knew they were concerned for me, not eves dropping. They had become part of my family.

Jake said “I have met a beautiful girl; we are going to be married tomorrow and leave for Japan the day after. I wish you could be here but it just isn’t possible. The Japan thing has happened in just 3 days and I want to be married in the states. She is in the shower. She will be out in a few minutes, and she knows about our past and is OK with it. You will be able to see her and chat with her in a few minutes.”

“I have a new family too, Jake. They have filled the void; I am whole again,” I said

“Girls, come on in here, all of you.” They came part way into the room; I patted the bed for them to come sit on the bed with me. I pulled Jen to sit next to me.

“This is Jenny; my girlfriend and lover. She is staying here with me,” I said.

I had my arm around her holding her close. I was shaking and didn’t want Jake to see it. I didn’t know what Jenny’s reaction would be at the revelation that she was my lover, but I need not have worried. She pulled me tight and kissed me. I introduced the rest of the gang as close friends and that they are also staying here. They moved closer as if to touch some part of us.

“Girls, this is my brother Jake,” I said.

Jake said, “You have such wonderful friends, take good care of them.” The girls chimed in, “She already has.”

Jake said,” The rest of the bad news is I’m not really going to need the house or the truck for five years. It doesn’t make sense for me to keep them.”

“That is one thing I wanted to talk to you about. Would you sell or rent me the house and truck?” I asked.

“Your name is already on both, after Crystal died and with me moving around so much I put your name on the deeds and title just in case anything happened to me,” he said. Then he added “QT Banking & Trust has the loans on both, just change them over to your name.”

”But that won’t give you anything back for all you have put in them,“ I said.

“I don’t have time to deal with appraisals and all that stuff, I don’t need it. I have invested well and now this. When it is finished I am going to retire where it is warm all year round. I love you. I want you to have it so you can stay close to Mom and Dad,” he said.

“Make sure you change over the insurance and taxes. To save on taxes just have them remove my name whatever way possible that is the cheapest for you,” he said. “I have always dealt with Chuck Rustone at the Kent Island Branch; I will call him tomorrow and tell him you are coming.”

“Here comes the bride to be now; let me move back so we can both be in the picture,” Jake said.

As he moved back not only was he naked as we were but he was near fully erect. There were gasps all around me; Jenny gave me a little extra tight squeeze.

“Now just who are you video chatting with that’s got you in that condition?” a voice asked. “Oh my, a harem and here I am over dressed.”

We all chuckled at that as she dropped the towel and sat on Jake’s leg.

“BJ, this is Malinda, my wife to be. She likes to be called Mindy. Mindy, this is BJ and her girlfriend Jenny and BJ can you do the introductions again?” Jake said.

“What’s the matter Jake, I never remember all the blood going to the little head, interrupting thoughts in the big head,“ I said to laughter all around. I then introduced the girls to Mindy.

“I have heard so many good things about you BJ, your Mom and Dad have been sending Jake the newspaper articles about you. I feel like I’m talking to an old friend. Speaking of friends, they are gorgeous, you are so lucky to be so close to them,” she said.

“I heard Jake tell you about the house, he loves you so much. I’m so happy that he is going to let you keep it. I just can’t get over how beautiful and happy you all look as a group,” she said.

Jenny kept nudging me with her elbow. Mindy was slowly stroking Jake’s cock with her hand. I also heard giggles from behind me so Jenny wasn’t the only one to notice. I also noticed she had a great looking jewel in a nipple piercing in her right boob.

So I asked her, “What kind of jewelry is it, how long had the piercing been done and why the right boob?”

Mindy laughed and said “The truth – I am right handed, I jill and use my toys with my right hand so the left hand pulls and twist the right nipple when I am almost there. I have had a dozen different ones in there, this one I like the best so far. The size is good; it has diamonds and rubies on it.” She moved it to within a few inched of the camera so we could get a good look at it.

“It is also a matched set; the other one is in my clit hood and it is just the right size for there. If I wear tight panties or thongs they hold it against my clit and that it causes me to come from a long walk or be wet all the time during short walks. Jake will have to hold the cam close for you to see it. By the way, Jake says you have a perfect clit for a piercing. I also see several nice nipples for piercing sitting around you,” she said.

Jake moved the camera close as she sat and spread wide, he played with the piercing causing her clit to pop out. She had a beautiful clit, just like a little cock. I could easily see why the placement of the piercing would keep her stimulated all the time.

I noticed some heavy breathing behind me. Jenny was almost panting in my ear.

“Jake, can she deep throat you yet?” I asked.

“No, you are coming to Japan to teach her, sooner than you think,” he replied.

“Jake, unless you want to do a live show for her you had better shut that thing off,” Mindy said. Jake’s response was to sit the camera back into its holder.

As he moved the camera around getting it back in its mount I could see what they were sitting on. It was a multi angle, multi position multi everything sex chair. There was an exact copy down in the basement. It was shaped like a “Y” and completely padded in vinyl for easy cleanup. Those chairs were big hits at orgies and sex parties; they worked equally well with male of female. A push of a button changed the height, angle of the back and even tilted it. The width of the “Y” was adjusted manually.

Jake stood by Mindy’s head and she began to suck his cock, at the same time he was twisting, pinching, pulling on her nipples and breast, alternating between her tits and pussy. At her pussy he would rub her clit, play with the clit ring and slide his fingers in and out of her. Mindy lowered the back and Jake straddled her head. He bent over and pulled her legs back, giving us a full bottom view.

The bed we were on had taken on a life of its own, shaking and moving. The heavy breathing had now become grunts, panting, and moans. Jenny and I were masturbating each other.

Jake bent over blocking our view of Mindy and his cock but made up for it as he started licking and tonguing her. Mindy was very nimble and double jointed, somehow she locked her feet over him to keep him sucking her pussy. Mindy was lubricating so much we could see it dripping off her ass cheeks onto the floor.

She was moaning, then cried out “I’m coming.”

Jake swiftly reversed ends and in a classic porn shot ended with Mindy’s legs back and her arms looped to hold them that way, he lined up with her pussy and gave her all eight inches of it in one hard stroke.

Mindy was saying, “Fuck me, fuck me, I’m coming again, harder, fuck me.”

Jake was pounding her so hard we could hear the slap, slap, slap of their bodies meeting. Jake was wet, dripping with sweat but he never slacked off pounding her pussy.

Suddenly he let out a groan; “I going to cum.” Then he stayed deep making circular motions. It hit me what he was doing, he was holding pressure on the clit piercing, grinding it against her oversized clit.

Mindy let out a weak scream “Oh god, I’m coming again”.

Jake deep stroked her a few more strokes and then stopped, we could see his cock and balls move with each pulse of cum he was squirting in her.

Someone behind me said “I’m coming.” Then within seconds the rest of us were saying the same thing. When we looked back at the screen Jake was just pulling out leaving Mindy gaped for a minute. Just as the gape closed a big glob of cum came out and started its slide down her ass cheeks. Jake scooped it up with his fingers and deposited in Mindy’s mouth; she licked his fingers clean.

Jake looked at me and said “I wish you were here. I love you, good night.” Mindy added “Love you, hope to meet you soon.”
“I love you Jake, kiss Mindy for me till I can do it in person, love you, good night.” The screen went black.

“Girls, I think that is all the educational TV we can stand for one night,” I said.

Someone, I think it was Vicky, said “How about a refresher course tomorrow night?” That brought giggles and laughter from all of us.

We changed the bed covers because of all the wet spots, showered and went to bed. Jen snuggled tight and said, “We are more than best friends and lovers, aren’t we.”

I squeezed her tight, kissed her deeply and said, “Yes, but we still need a cock every now and then, even if we have to share it.” We both giggled.

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My natural alarm clock was in working order; even though I was tired, I woke up at 5. No one was home yet so I decided to work out in the gym. It had been several days since the last time I exercised. It’s one of those things that is too easily put off if you don’t force yourself to do it. So force myself I did; I used every one of the machines in the basement, finishing up on the treadmill as I always did. When I was finished I was huffing, puffing and sweaty; just what a good workout is supposed to do.

I heard an army of footsteps upstairs; knowing the girls were home I went up to a festive atmosphere. The word was out that Dan Blueburg was history, seems a lot of girls had a very low opinion of old roving hands Dan as they called him.

Jen was ecstatic that she was temporally assigned to the C-town barracks as a liaison for the task force. It was a reprieve from the bridge traffic and close to everything that was going on.

The group was involved in getting supper ready. I was told we were having salad, baked potato with crab cakes from the Inn, along with ice cold beer. It all sounded good to me.

I decided to look at the proposal from the college while I was waiting. My new title would be Director of Security and Safety. I could set my own work schedule based on needs. Along with a college supplied appropriate vehicle, I was to have a base salary of 200.000 a year. It was a five year contract.

No wonder Jenny said, “It was great!” It had my interest peaked.

Supper was still twenty minutes away so I had time for a shower before it would be ready.

I was in the shower just finishing up when Lorrie burst in, “You have visitors – Jen says they are Marines. She has them in the formal dining room”.

I quickly dried off, put on jeans, bra, shirt and tennis shoes and I went to the dining room. I noticed that it was deadly quiet as I walked through.

Gunny Sergeant Richard Day, Captain Horace Ryan, and Major Clarence Morgan from Quantico Marine Base were sitting at the table reading the newspaper stories about me.

The Major said “I see you have been keeping busy”. They were here to get me to re-enlist. They gave me their speech. The marines needed my training skills in hand to hand and self defense.

I still said, “No, I have done my time in purgatory.”

“We can pull back in under the reserve clause,” the Captain said.

“I will fight it every step of the way; on my last mission my life time girl friend, the girl that I shared slumber parties and went on double dates with died in my arms. I’m just now getting over that. If you check the medical records it was the doctors that forced my discharge,” I said.

“With your record we can guarantee all stateside duty, we can guarantee you a promotion for signing to full lieutenant,” the major said.

“No, I’m still not interested; it is just not in me any more. I am 30; there are few women in the marines over thirty and fewer in the things that I do,” I said.

“We will leave a copy of the paperwork for you to look over, but I’m sure we will be back to talk to you again,” the Captain said. I walked them to the door and thanked them for coming.

I turned and walked into the kitchen to stare at five faces with wet tears on their cheeks.

Jen said, ”You told me that your best friend had died, you didn’t tell me that she was killed in the war and had died in your arms – OH MY GOD”.

I was surrounded by five girls with tears running down their faces in a big hug and then there were 6 with tears running down their faces.

After what seemed like an eternity of hugs, sobs, and kisses I said, “Girls, cold crab cakes and hot beer don’t go together.”

Jenny said “I knew I heard a growl from somewhere.” That brought a chorus of giggles and “let’s eat”

The festive atmosphere returned during supper, the crab cakes were great and the cold beer made them even better. Lorrie, Ching Lee, Marcy and Vicky were filling each other in on the day’s gossip. Jen and I talked about her new office at the barracks and then about my little intelligence mission tomorrow.

The plan was for me to get there early enough to be out fitted with a cam and ear wick up at Joe’s office. The tech guys were going to be in a seized drug van parked out on the street. Everything that I saw would be recorded. With the ear wick they could direct me to things they wanted a closer look at.

Jen and I talked about cars, I decided that a Suburban was what would be best for the college, and if we ended up doing seminars at other colleges we could use it to carry all the gear and people.

I filled Jen in on the request and asked if she would be able and willing to help. Lorrie chimed in that she wanted to be a part of it to. Jenny added that the task force had already been approached by the safety council to develop a rape awareness program for them, modeled after ours.

After the dishes were taken care of I looked at Jen and said, “Tub” “YES” was the immediate response.

Lorrie added “Me too.”

“Anybody else going to join us?” I asked as we headed for the door.

I stopped at the refrigerator and grabbed a six pack. Jenny, Lorrie, and I stopped at the door, stripped off, grabbed a towel and out the door we went. I flipped open the cover, hit the buttons, check the temperature, set a beer in each of the holders and climbed in.

Lorrie and Jen stepped into the shower to remove their makeup, giving each other a soap-up with the mitt. As they stepped out Ching Lee and Marcy stepped in and washed each other.

Marcy said “That’s the first time I have had someone wash my back in years, I kinds like that.”

“Same for me, I like it to I think we are going to do showers together from now on when the shower is big enough for both of us to get in,“ Ching Lee said.

Ching Lee stepped out and Marcy waved Vicky in and washed her back. I couldn’t swear to it but I think I heard a sensual moan coming from the shower.

We all settled into the hot tub and just relaxed as we finished our beer. I got out and got a six pack and gave everyone one. I settled back into the tub and glanced around at the smiling faces and floating boobies that were all better than mine.

I let out a little chuckle; Jen looked at me and said “What?”

I just shook my head. A name had popped into my head for this place.

There was a wood-workers shop a few miles away. I would stop tomorrow and have them make me a weathered seashore type sign. The timer went off shutting down the spa. We climbed out, dried off and went naked, of course. We were a clothes optional household now.

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At 8 AM the meeting room was full, standing room only. The attendees were Jen, Jason Coles (Chairman of the Governors task force), Bob Jackson (Head of Human Resources), Mrs. Short (also from Human Resources), the local State Police barracks commander Major Charles Ashley, he and Jason were old friends, the police chief from C-town PD Dustin Banks, the county sheriff Howard Ward and the attorney from the legal department Kent Phillips (as an observer) and myself.

I laid out the assault against Vicky, and then played the security cam video, then the videos of Vicky’s interview and those of the witnesses.

During the cam footage somebody muttered “kick him again” then “good”.

The charges against Dan Blueberg would be assault, attempted rape, sexual assault, possession of a control substance, and under the influence of illegal drugs. These offences would be prosecuted by and from task force offices. He was to be arrested as soon as he was well enough to be released from the hospital; that was estimated to be at least a week.

Bob Jackson recommended that Dan Blueberg be permanently expelled immediately.

Kent from legal agreed and also recommended that all of Mr. Blueberg’s personal items not taken as evidence be collected and sealed by security. Major Ashley offered an SP officer to assist and seal the container with an SP labeled seal.

Mr. Phillips excused himself, saying that he had to be at another meeting.

Major Ashley asked Mr. Jackson for an update on our security status. At that point he handed the question off to me saying “BJ can give a more complete picture than I can.”

I gave a complete rundown on all the improvements since I had become chief of security. Improved lighting, removal of trees and shrubs , we were on the second set of camera upgrades, plus night cams , more security on nights, more grounds patrols and dorm patrols, logging of all visitors, and logging all tag numbers of all vehicles on premise after hours. I displayed the new ID card and informed them to hold anyone that tried to pass off as a student with the old card. We went into my office to demonstrate the new camera system.

After I was through I ask the Major and the chief if they had any suggestions for improvements. Everyone was pleased with the things that we had done.

Mr. Coles, Major Ashley and Jen went to deliver the search and seizure warrant to the med center for the blood samples and DNA reports.

Bob took me aside and said “I know you have been up all night but there is one more meeting you have to attend – if you will – it’s with the Chancellor and the board of directors.”

“OK, that’s fine,” I said. I followed Bob over to the executive meeting room.

I was introduced to the Honorable Howard Nobles (Chancellor of the college), Mr. John Jenkins (chairman of the board), Mrs. Elaine Summers (board member and yep, the paper editor), Seth Williamson (executive VP of M&T Financial Group), Leon Bright (chairman of the board of CCC International), guest Chancellor William Henson from Virginia Tech and Dean Carla Gains from Ohio State. I responded with all the normal politeness and handshakes.

Mr. Noble began, “We have had a trying and troubling year and were at our wits end. There was nothing we did that seemed to help at all. We needed a leader in security that could adapt instantly, take charge, be in command but also that could be accepted by the student body – after all we are primarily a woman’s college. Your resume spoke volumes of your ability to step up and take command when it counted. There has been excellent feedback from the students,” he said.

“The changes you have made and the rape seminar are clear examples of that. You told them it was going to shock and awe. It definitely was and to see such positive results with in a week is the icing on the cake and has to be a great feeling for you,” he said.

“The national media has taken an interest, as you know. Every major news outlet wants to do a story or a special. If you have an outline, a script or a video I suggest you copyright it immediately. Twelve other universities have formally requested that we let you do seminar or a program for them,” he said.

“When you were hired you were told it was only for the current college year, we would like to make a permanent offer. With a new title, better pay that is more in line with the responsibilities that have been put on you, and a vehicle of your choice.” With that he slid a legal envelope over and continued. “Take it home, look it over, get back to us in a few days.”

I replied “I don’t think we are ready to go to the media yet. We still have the serial rapist to deal with; I would like some resolution to that problem before doing a media interview. I appreciate the offer and will gladly look it over and get it back to you.”

“I will follow up on your advice in copywriting the program material. I do have a video that I haven’t had a chance to review; I will copyright it as well. I would also like to wait a few weeks to go over the request that you have. I need to get my partners in crime, so to speak, on board to do something like that. We do need to do one more program here; we have had over 300 student requests for another one “

Mrs. Summers said “When you do it, I want to bring my teenage daughters. Please don’t change a thing; it was perfect.”

“I will see that you get an invite,” I replied.

After the thank you’s and a round of handshakes I picked up the envelope and left.

Jen and Mr. Coles were waiting for me in my office.

“Now, young lady, what is this I hear about you being a burglar?” he asked.

I explained the arrangement and minor details. His response was, “We can fit you with a live cam and have a team waiting close by to evaluate what you see. There is enough gray area to make it work.”

Jen said, “Everything went smooth with the warrant. What’s in the envelope?”

“My termination papers,” I said.

“No way” she said as she grabbed them out of my hand. She looked at the papers a few moments.

“I’ll get you for that. This is great, if this is what you want,” she said as she gave me a hug.

“I’m going home and going to bed. It has been a long day.” 45 minutes later I was sound asleep.

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My natural clock had finally adjusted to my schedule; I was in the process of waking up, lying on my right side, when I felt the covers and bed move from both sides. A warm naked body squeezed tight against me, a hand settled over me to grasp my breast and started gently playing with my nipple.

I could tell by the touch that it was Lorrie. She was still cautious, still learning about another woman’s body. She was gently placing kisses against my neck. Given the time, I doubt it was meant to be sensual but it had that immediate effect. I could feel my nipples harden; I know she could. I could also tell that she was enjoying her new-found power. It was heating up in my kitty; I could feel it getting wet.

The other person squeezed tight against me from the front, kissed me lightly on the lips. Then her hand grasped my ass cheek and squeezed hard enough to hurt. I opened my eyes at that to stare into Jens dancing blue eyes. She immediately attacked my mouth with her hard tongue, playing tag with my tongue. I couldn’t hold back the groan that escaped.

I heard a chorus of giggles from the door. Lorrie said “I told you we knew her weak spots.”

Ching Lee said “I want that kind of alarm clock. I want to get up like that every morning.”

By now Jen had me on my back and was between my spread legs with her knees. She leaned forward and gave me a toe curling kiss then backed away and sucked my right nipple between her teeth. She bit down on it and pulled back until it snapped from her mouth.

She said, “Girl, if you didn’t have to go to work you would get it good.” With that she started to back off the bed. She was just about off of me when she stopped.

“Wait a minute, I forget something,” she said.

She pushed my legs back and did one long lick from my butt to my clit, stopping at my kitty long enough to circle it and my clit before backing away.

“Yep, that was it,” she said “I’m done,” as she got off the bed.

“Wait a minute, you’re not going to tease and torture me then leave me like this, are you?” I asked to a roar of laughter from the doorway.

“Afraid so, you won’t make it to work and you are going to have a busy night. Your phone has been dinging like crazy again. A quick cold shower is all you get,” she said as she was headed to the door. I dispatched both pillows at her to another roar of laughter from the cheap seats.

A very cold shower, clean uniform and I was in the kitchen with the tormenting crew in fifteen minutes.

Jen said. “I will be there at 8 AM with everyone to finish up yesterday’s events and to fill in the gaps. The paper work will be completed to collect the samples from the doctor.”

“Jen, have you found a car that these ladies can use to go back and forth to the college, for at least a week or two? They are not going to fit in the Corvette,” I said.

“I’ll call Dad and see if he will swap his Benz for a few days,” she said.

I ate and drove to the college. Students were lined up outside, the word had gotten out that they needed the new ID cards. The day guys were passing them out and collecting the old ones.

As I walked by the girls I got hi fives, Hi BJ and hugs, and scowls from the guys. Obviously the word of Vicky’s solution to Dan had also spread.

By 8 we were down to stragglers picking up their ID. My helpers for the night began the routine things while I started on the e-mail backlog from today. There were many more thanks and request for another seminar. Since the newspaper article and the fact that the security office e-mail was published on the college website, security was now being bombarded with request for interviews from other news sites. Those I forwarded to the HR and PR departments for advice.

A little after 9 a red Ford pickup pulled up in front of the building. A middle aged man, mid to late 40’s, got out from behind the steering wheel and on the passengers side there was a girl’s head over pizza boxes. He opened the door so she could come in first and I recognized the girl as Jan, one of Vicky’s friends.

“Hi BJ, do you remember me? I’m Jan Potter, Vicky’s friend”

“Yes, I remember you. Good of you to stop by. You know you a welcome here anytime,” I said.

“BJ, this is my dad, Joe Potter,” she said.

“I’m please to meet you Mr. Potter,” I replied.

“Jan showed me the flyer about the class you put on. She insisted she was going, I wasn’t enthused about it. But when she got home she was really pumped up about the things she had learned. Then when she told me that her friend Vicky had been assaulted and that Vicky had used the things that you had showed them to put that guy in the hospital I suddenly became very enthused about your class. It could have been Jan that had been attacked. I am grateful that you taught the things that you did at the class. To show our appreciation we brought pizza for your security guys tonight,” Joe said.

“Thank you very much Mr. Potter, but I have to say the best reward was that Vicky came out on top of that confrontation and that makes it all worthwhile,” I said.

He shook his head and smiled. I noticed that the truck had Potter’s pest control on the side and a little light popped on in my head.

“Mr. Potter, do you do pest Control County wide or just local to C-town?” I asked.

“I do the whole county and I do most of the rental houses in town. I give them a commercial discount with free semiannual checkups,” he said.

“Do you do any houses on High Street near 15152?” I asked.

“That is one of the houses I do. The owner lives in Maine; a real nice guy,” he said.

“I would really like to get into that house when no-one is around and without them knowing it,” I said.

“I think you may be thinking about a pest a lot larger than I can spray for, something to do with some of the shenanigans going on around here,” he said with a frown on his face.

“I have suspicions that I would like to put to rest, is all,” I said.

“That property is due for a checkup, chemical coveralls, hat, mask and gloves would work OK for you. I think I may even have a key, but how would you guarantee that no one is there?” he asked.

Jan said, “There is a program here on Tuesday that is mandatory; it runs from 10 till noon.”

“You be at my shop Tuesday before 10 and we will go looking for cockroaches,” he said with a big smile on his face. Jan gave me a hug and Mr. Potter shook my hand as they left.

I sent Jen a text. “Going to do a break-in at the frat house 10 AM Tuesday.”

“You can’t do that, you can go to jail for B&E.”

“I will have the key and a legit reason to be there,” I sent back.

”And just how are you going to work that out?” she asked.

“Pest control, going to look for cockroaches,” I sent.

“Is that the new name for them?” she sent back.

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I laid it all out on the table about the threats against Ching Lee and Marcy. We had an extended discussion about how to deal with this problem without a final agreement. We discussed my plans in implementing the new ID cards. I was going to deactivate all the student cards at noon on Monday. That would force them to get the new card. Without a new card they couldn’t get meals, into the dorms or anywhere else on campus.

I even told them I was going to activate the GPS function. That idea was met with objections until I explained that I could get a flag any time male and female students were together, which was fine if they were in the hall but if it was in a cloak room that was a different matter. Once flagged we could look at it to see how many more were there together. We could also see where they were off campus – up to five miles – and could be alerted as they left campus. It also meant that if a girl was abducted we could get a location, as long as she still had the card on her. That immediately changed the objection to the GPS.

We decided that we would not consult or notify legal that we had activated the GPS. Begging forgiveness later was preferred to being told to disable and not use it at all, given the things that were going on.

I told both Mr. Jackson and Mrs. Short that I would deny that we had any conversation about the GPS and that I had taken it upon myself to activate it. I would take full responsibility.

It was then that I opened up about my suspicions about the frat house. Jen came in at this time and joined the conversation. I had read and reread every one of the rape victim’s statements over the last few months till I knew them by heart.

It was within the ten minute drive cycle that all of the victims had described. There could have would have been loud music. It would explain why the victims thought there had been many assailants; there were and they simply partied and waited their turn.

Yet, there was so little DNA because the victims were bathed. That would explain why some of the victims felt like they were being drowned; drugged, in a blind fold, and disorientated, they would have assumed the worst and they were being drowned.

I asked Jen if she would get a warrant for the building plans and improvement permits for the property. I was determined to get a look inside even if I had to break in or disable the utilities and pose as a repair person.

We decided to go with getting DNA from the blood samples; we could get just as much information without alerting them that we were on to them. With the cards, increased security, and more personal we were hoping to catch them in the process of snatching someone. That way we could extract the most from them.

Jenny carried all four girls home. I spent the night finishing up the report, Mr. Dan Blueburg was going to have a severe case of black and blue balls for several weeks, it was going to be a lot longer to find out if there was any permanent damage. After that and between campus patrols I worked on the IDs. They would be ready to go Monday morning.

I arrived home a little after 8 on Sunday morning, I went in quietly. As I walked past the formal dinning room I noticed a pile of newspapers on the table that was normally kept clean.

There were several issues of Stars and Stripes. They had front page stories about me. One story was about the ambush and the hearing, another with me receiving the medals. The Annapolis Daily with a story about a local war hero had returned to Kent Island. There were a couple copies of the Kent County Gazette, one about the new Chief of Security.

The latest one was a full front page story about the Rape Seminar by no less than Elaine Summers. I expected it to be a scathing article but she heaped praise on us for taking such a bold approach to the rape crisis. She praised the shock delivery of the material as a necessary evil to drive home the evil of rape. She stated that even with the thirty seconds of x rated material at the beginning she would recommend the program in its raw form for all young women, even her own, regardless of the questions she would have to answer for them later. She recommended the defensive training to be given to all women regardless of age. She praised Jen, Lorrie and I for the excellent physical demonstrations. She gave college administration an A+ for tackling a tough issue for women in such an aggressive manor.

She stated that as rape victims Lorrie and I could passionately articulate the horrors of rape and that Jenny – as a member of the Governors criminal task force – gave official emphasis of the Governors office efforts to reduce crimes against women. There was even a color picture of the three of us taken just as Lorrie and Jen began their fight.

There was a hand written note across the paper from the Governor thanking us for our hard work and an official invitation to visit the state house and address the task force.

Lorrie and Vicky were in her room. Ching Lee and Marcy were temporarily in Jake’s room; Jen was in our bed. I stripped quietly and closed the bathroom door behind me. I took a nice hot shower, shaved away all the stubble. I was smooth again and I loved that feeling. I splashed on a little body fragrance for the first time in a while. I crawled carefully into bed and snuggled up tight to Jen and went to sleep.

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“BJ, get up. The college is on the phone. Something bad has happened, they say it’s an emergency,” Jenny said.

I was already on an adrenaline rush from the dream. How in the hell could a dream be so fucking real? I ran into the kitchen naked to get the phone.

“We have had an incident. The ambulance and the police are on the way. You need to get here now,” the voice on the phone said.

I turned to Jenny, “Make sure I can get the truck out!” I said.

Lorrie was standing there with tears in her eyes, ready to lose it.

“Get more clothes on you; ride with Jen” I said to her.

She was gone in a flash.

I ran into the bedroom and stuck my head under the cold shower to calm me down, then a quick dry. Panties, tee shirt, socks, vest, pants shirt with the fixings, shoes and the officer’s tool belt and gun. Four and a half minutes and I was on my way out the door.

I passed Jen on the steps – she said “We are right behind you.”

I had got to the end of the street when I saw her state Crown Vic come out of the driveway with the red and blue grill lights on.

A couple of turns and I was on 50 headed east and running hard.

Jen called, the hands free picked it up, “You got your seat belt on?”

“Yes, mom,” I said.

“Whatever you are comfortable with, remember you have to get there to be of any help,” she said.

I was running 90, at least I was passing a few cars. I saw a marked cruiser pull out from a side road and he lit up the lights; I guess he thought he had a high speed chase. A minute later his lights went out and he backed out of sight.

Thirty minutes later I was pulling up to the security building in time to see the ambulance leaving with a LPD escort. I walked into an office full of people. Mrs. Short and director Bob Jackson from HR was there. The mouthy LPD beat cop was back, he started to get all mouthy again until Jenny walked in, then he got awful quiet.

Short, Jackson, Bill Broke the day guy, Jenny and I went into my office where I got a short update. “The student in the other room, Vickie Snow, was refusing to talk to anyone until you got here. She was accused of assaulting Dan Blueberg by kicking him several times in the nuts,” they said.

I looked at Jenny and we were both fighting hard not to laugh.

“I’ll go talk to her and inform her that we need to do an interview as part of the investigation,” I told the assembled group.

I went out and told Lorrie, “Go find Ching Lee and Marcy and stay with them, or bring them and their things over here.”

“Vickie, how are you?” I asked.

“My boobs hurt like hell. I am so glad you are here. They started right off treating me like crap,” she said.

“You do understand that we are going to have to get a recorded video statement from you,” I said.

“Yes, I have no problem with that, the student attorney will be here to look out for me, won’t he?” she asked.

“If you feel you need one, we will wait until one arrives,” I said.

“I defended myself and I have a couple of witness, I think. If you ask any questions I am worried about I will refuse to answer them,” she replied.

“OK, write the witnesses’ names down on the pad and I will have someone go get them before someone else gets a chance to influence them,” I said.

“While you are doing that I will set up the interview,” I said.

I went out and informed the others what we were going to do. I carried the tape recorder and the video camera in and set them up as well as closed the curtains. Vickie handed me the list of witnesses as I left.

I gave it to Bill with instructions, “Find them, bring them here, and separate them until we can question them.”

It was decided that Mrs. Short, Mr. Jackson, Jen and I would do the interview. I was to be the lead.

“Ms, Snow, do you understand your rights and that at this time you waive your right to an attorney but can stop this process at any time by requesting one be present” I said.

“Yes, I do,” she replied.

“State your full name, birth date and student number for the record.”

“Victoria Jean Snow, June 15’ 1992, student number 2009715. Please call me Vicky,” she said.

“Vicky, start at the beginning, tell us what happened,” I said.

“Jan, Pattie, Reva, Cindy and I were leaving the pool. We had been swimming laps for exercise. As we walked by the boys locker room Dan came out, stopped me and told the other girls to go on, that I would be along later,” she stated.

As they walked away he said, “You are going to be my slut for today.”

I said, “No, I am not.”

He said, “Oh yes, you are.”

“Then he grabbed both my breasts in his hands and tried to crush them. I screamed like hell and he just laughed. Like this.” Vicky held up her hands to demonstrate.

“When you agree the pain will stop,” he said.

I was close to passing out so I said; “OK” to get him to stop.

He let go and backed up a bit.

Then he said, “Go into the locker room and strip.”

“I knew there were a lot of guys in the locker room. I could hear them in there,” she said. “I was not going in there.”

“That’s when I kicked him like we practiced on Homer, so I could get away like BJ and Miss Coles showed us in the seminar. He groaned and his eyes rolled back in his head so I kicked him again; he went to his knees and I ran. My friends were still waiting on me. We ran all the way over here.”

Mrs. Short asked “Who is Homer?”

“Homer the pervert is one bad dude. We keep him over in the field house.“

Mrs. Short said, “You what!?”

“I’ll take you over and introduce you when we are through,” I said.

“Yes, you will,” she replied.

“Vicky, you said your breasts are hurting?” I stated.

“Yes they are, real bad,” she said.

“Vicky, I need to see them so I’m going to ask Mr. Jackson to step out so it is just us ladies. I know it will be embarrassing but it has to be done. Ok?” I said.

“Ok BJ, I trust you so it will be OK,” she said.

Mr. Jackson excused himself. Vicky removed her top to show us her severely red and terrible looking breasts; they were quickly turning black and blue. Mrs. Short let out a gasp as she saw them. I had Vicky step directly in front of the video camera then I took a lot of close up still shots. Vicky put her top back on and I had Mr. Jackson come back in.

“Bob, the physical evidence backs up her statement. Do we agree on that, ladies?” I asked. All responded with “Yes!”

“Vicky, has anything happened like this to you here at the college before?” I asked.

”No,” she replied.

“Does anyone have any more questions for Vicky?” I asked.

No one did so I shut down the camera and tape recorder. I went out to the first aid kit and got several of the instant ice packs, crushing them as I went back in. I handed them to Vicky and told her to hold them against her breasts.

“Jen, please take Vicky to the ER for treatment and see if they can confirm a time for the evidence. Make sure it is not the same doctor that is treating Mr. Blueburg,” I said. Jen nodded and they left.

Mrs. Short, Bob and I carried the equipment back to my office. I sat at the control consol for the security cameras and pulled up the hidden camera for the hallway by the pool. I punched in the time frame that should have covered the assault, then fast forwarded to it. I amplified the volume and recorded it to a DVD as we watched the original. It supported Vicky’s statement 100 percent.

“How long have we been able to do that and why haven’t I seen that camera before?” Bob asked.

“Since the last upgrade and it is in the group that is blocked out over privacy concerns and requires password to access it. It also keeps a log of all who access it. Your code and password were sent to you in the upgrade packet,” I replied.

We did quick interviews with the witnesses. Their story was the same as Vickie’s.

Jen and Vicky returned. “Two to three hours, ice and light pain meds,” Jen told us.

“That fits, then” I said.

“Vicky, Mrs. Short wants to meet Homer; do you feel up to doing the introductions? “ I asked. “Sure, lets go,” she replied.

We gathered around Homer as Vicky shouted “It’s my kitty and you’re not going to touch it!” and she promptly gave Homer a left and a right kick then a double jab in the eyes.

Bob looked at me and said “I can see why Mr. Blueberg is at the hospital right now, I don’t think I will need to be reminded to stay at least 6 feet away from these young ladies.”

Mrs. Short asked, “How many had this training?”

“300 were here for the seminar; maybe 100 had participated in the hands on,” I replied.

“Good!” she replied.

“Vicky, I can’t let you stay here this weekend. Ching Lee, Marcy and Lorrie are staying at my house with Jen this weekend; you can stay with them if you like. You can double-bunk with one of them or we have cots and sleeping bags, whichever you like,” I said.

“They are my friends. I would love to, are you sure you won’t mind?” she asked.

“Not at all,” Jenny replied.

“Get one of the girls to go with you and put a bag together,” I said.

“Let’s go into my office; we have another serious problem to discuss,” I said to Bob.

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