Second Thoughts and Last Chances
By
Latikia
Edited by
The Old Fart
Copyright © 2007,
2008
Chapter 20
We checked out early the next morning, rented a car, loaded
our bags and left
“I called home last night after you fell asleep.” she informed me.
“You have trouble sleeping?”
“No, but you were having a dream. You were shifting around a lot and you woke me. So I decided to call, as long as I was up.”
“Wasn’t it kinda late back there?”
“A little, but they didn’t mind.”
“How is everyone?”
“They’re fine.”
“That’s good. And how are you?”
“Better.”
I took my right hand off the wheel, reached across and ran my fingers along the side of her face, tucking her hair behind her ear. She brushed her lips against the palm of my hand then grinned wickedly.
“Izzy and Peggy asked me to give you something from them.”
“Oh?”
She unbuckled her seatbelt, belly-flopped across the console between our seats, unzipped my pants and shoved her hand inside.
“Lilly, now’s really not the best time…”
It was all I could do to keep the car steady in its lane when her fingers slipped thru the fly of my boxers and grabbed hold of my dick.
“Come on Lilly…knock it off, I’m trying to drive…awww fuck!”
She fished my cock out in record time and before I knew it had buried her face in my lap, her tongue, lips and teeth started working me over.
I checked the mirrors quickly, swerved across two lanes of traffic and pulled off onto the emergency shoulder, hoping I wouldn’t kill us or anyone else along the way.
Fifteen miles south of Encinitas, parked on the side of the freeway, Lilly gave me the blow-job of the century. I don’t know what drove her to it, but it was more than passion or lust. I could feel a little of both in her, and a hell of a lot of both in me once I got the car stopped, but her most dominant emotion seemed to be a desperate need for closeness. The more focused she became on my body, the more direct skin to skin contact she had, the calmer she got; more relaxed, confident and reassured.
My feelings were seriously mixed. Which is not to say I didn’t enjoy her attention. I don’t care what she says, Lilly has an oral fetish, and no one has ever gone down on me with as much enthusiasm or skill as she has. If there’s anyone better, I don’t want to meet her. I’m pretty sure the experience would kill me. No, apart from the sexual aspects, I was worried about the cops and other potential passers-by. In fact, it amazed me no end that someone hadn’t already stopped.
Lilly knows me well. She recognized the early warning signs of my impending orgasm, and shoved her face as far into my lap as humanly possible, driving the head of my cock deep into her throat, and then started humming to herself; a happy, pleasant sound accompanied by her fingernails clawing along the inside of my thighs.
I didn’t last long. From start to finish I don’t think the whole episode could have taken more than seven minutes, but then I don’t think Lilly had any intention of drawing things out. She wanted what she wanted and knew exactly how to get it.
After I was spent, sagging back into the driver’s seat, every muscle in my body limp as a wet noodle and with fireflies buzzing around in front of my eyes, Lilly cleaned me off, put my fading erection back into my pants, zipped my fly and gave my crotch a gentle pat before sliding back into the passenger seat, wiping the corners of her mouth daintily with the back of her hand.
I rolled my head over towards her and saw her giving me a smugly self-satisfied little grin. Then she started laughing. A cheerful, happy little laugh.
“You should see the look on your face.” she said, still laughing.
I wanted to be angry. I wanted to scold her for endangering our lives, as well as those of the other drivers. I wanted to, but I couldn’t. There wasn’t the tiniest bit of anger in me right then.
“What was that in honor of?” I gasped.
She grinned and shrugged her slight shoulders. “I’ve always wanted to do that.”
“Oh yeah? Always?” I teased.
Lilly’s grin got even bigger and brighter.
“The first time I thought about it was when we were driving
to
“I remember. Izzy and Peggy were sleeping in the back seat and you and I were talking about philosophy. You were trying to convince me how dumb you were.”
“No I wasn’t. I was trying to get up the courage to…well, you know.”
“I didn’t then. I guess I do now though. Do you feel better now?”
Her brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”
I smiled warmly at the lovely woman across from me. “You didn’t do that for my benefit.” I said.
Her grin dimmed slightly. “No.” she said after a brief pause.
I held my smile, linked and sent her a pulse of warmth, affection and understanding.
“You’ve told me before that us being close makes you horny. Back in the hospital you said ‘I feel like I’ll die if I can’t feel your skin against mine. I’ve never felt like that with anyone else…the need to feel you, hold you, taste you. It’s like a fire starts burning inside me.’ Is that what happened just now?”
“Yes.” Her head dropped a little and she turned her head away.
I sat up, reached down and activated the seat control, shifting it as far back as it would go.
“Lilly?” She looked back at me. “Come here sweetie.” I said, patting my thighs with both hands.
She hesitated for an instant then crawled across and plopped down on my lap, leaning her shoulder and head against my chest, her legs extended out between the seats. I put one arm around her; my remaining hand smoothed and stroked her disheveled hair.
“Thank you.” I said softly.
“For what? I didn’t do it for you.”
“I know. Still, you never wanted to do that for Lewis, did you?”
Lilly shuddered. “No. He never made me feel the way you do. Not even when I still loved him.”
“So, even if you only did it for yourself, the fact that you waited for me…that’s one hell of a complement. And for that, I thank you.”
Lilly sniffled and rubbed the side of her face against my chest. “You’re a sweet boy.”
“And like I told Lewis, you, my love, are a sexual artist of the highest caliber and he was three kinds of a fool for leaving you.”
She chuckled. “I’m glad you think so.” She sat up, put both hands on my shoulders and pulled herself up and planted her lips on mine. I put my arms around her waist, holding her tightly in place. Lilly broke our kiss and buried her face in my neck.
“I love you so much.” she cried, her tears falling down the back of my neck.
“Hey, hey…what’s with all the tears?”
“I don’ know…guess I’m just a little wound up.”
“Well, I know just the thing to cure that.”
Lilly lifted her head, pulling back far enough so that she could look in my eyes.
“And what might that be, Doctor?”
I eased my left arm, allowing my hand to slide down her back and grab a handful of her bottom.
Lilly giggled for a second and pressed her chest firmly against me.
“I’ll carry out outside, lay you down over the hood of this car, pull down your pants and screw you silly.” I nodded, as if to myself. “Yeah, that ought to do it.”
Lilly hugged me around the neck, laughing like a little girl.
“We’d get arrested, you big ox.” she said gaily, kissing my cheek. I did notice that she hadn’t said she wouldn’t like me to.
I squeezed her with the arm that was holding her around the waist, and clamped my hand a little tighter on her butt.
That’s when I noticed in the rear view mirror that there was a car about a quarter of a mile behind us, also pulled off on the shoulder.
“Well, if we can’t do that, there is one other thing I can do for you right now.” I said. I’d held the link between us, and immediately sent a large spark of my love into her internal ring.
Lilly shivered, groaned, moaned, tried to pull herself thru my body, spasmed twice and went limp.
I put her back into the passenger’s seat, buckled her in, started up the car and pulled back into traffic.
The car behind us pulled out moments later.
I had originally planned on visiting
The car that followed us kept its distance, never getting close enough for me to see who was inside. I spent several minutes cursing the inventor of tinted windows before it occurred to me that the distance between us could be used to my advantage. I only needed to get out of their line of sight long enough to either double back or set an ambush.
Doubling back…what’s
that gonna accomplish? You planning to ram the fuckers?
It wasn’t likely I could lose them that way, so…how to set an ambush? For that I needed bait. The obvious choice was not one I was terribly comfortable using.
You don’t have a lot
of options here, sunshine.
“I’m aware of that.” I muttered, as I split my attention
between watching the road and scanning the road map we’d been given by the
rental company. I sped up once we passed
I pulled off I-5 and headed north east on El Camino Real into the hills, speeding up and then slowing down below the speed limit just long enough to confuse the following car’s driver, before speeding up again.
We hit a rough patch of blacktop turning off El Camino onto Las Pulgas; the bumping and bouncing woke Lilly.
She rubbed her eyes and peered out the side window. “Where are we?”
“A few miles north of
She spun around in her seat, trying to look out the rear window. Her seatbelt did its job and held her securely in place.
“Don’t panic honey, I’ve got a plan; we’re going to ambush the bastard.”
“Ambush? How?” Her eyes were wide, her pupils dilated and her fear was growing by the second.
“Lilly, calm down…please. Believe me, we’re in no danger. I’ve been playing speed tag with this guy for ten minutes, so he’s ripe for a little slight of hand. In about five minutes we’re going to pull off onto one of these side roads. I’m going to stop the car, you’re going to get behind the wheel, drive on down the road about a hundred yards and stop. I’m going to get in behind him when he pulls up and then he and I will have a little talk. Piece of cake.”
I reached under my jacket, removed the Glock from under my right arm and handed it across to her. Lilly took the pistol in both hands and almost immediately calmed down. I gave her my best evil grin. “Just in case I need rescuing.”
She returned my grin with a faint one of her own. “Okay. You be careful though.”
“I will. That one looks promising…get ready, we’ve got to be quick to pull this off.”
I continued right, leaving Las Pulgas
and merging onto
“Switch!” I spat, popped my seatbelt, threw open the door and rolled out onto the dirt road. I got to my feet and clawed my way up the sandy hillside and into the brush.
Lilly was quicker than I expected. I heard the car tear off down the road as I reached the trees, and it didn’t slow down until it was half way to the overpass. I listened closely as the motor died.
Not three minutes passed before our tail made his appearance, sped past my position and then suddenly skidded to a dusty stop.
It was a bland looking little car, two door, dark blue,
tinted windows all around; it looked to have been keyed along the driver’s side
from side mirror to gas cap, and hadn’t been washed for at least a year. A Honda I think or maybe a
It was very quiet along that piece of road for several moments. The only sounds were from the distant traffic on I-5 and the little blue car’s out of tune engine ten yards to my right.
I could feel, faintly, confusion and irritation coming from inside the blue vehicle.
But whoever was inside seemed content to remain right where he was. Stalemate.
What now, Einstein?
Then Lilly went and did something I’d hoped to hell she wouldn’t. She got out of our car, closed the door, walked around to the rear and leaned against the trunk, staring the entire time directly at the blue car.
Brave
girl. Great tits and guts. No wonder you love her.
Lilly’s show of bravado did the trick. Both of the blue car’s doors opened and two men got out. From my angle it was hard to tell how tall they were, but both were on the husky side, thick in the chests and getting that way around the waist as well. The one who’d been driving had on tan Docker’s slacks and a dark green windbreaker that was cinched tight around his waist, the one on the opposite side…all I could see of his wardrobe was a dark brown duster-style jacket. That and the shotgun he pulled out of the space behind his seat.
The pair started moving down the road, right towards Lilly. The one in the windbreaker reached behind his back and under his jacket, bringing out a large, chrome plated revolver.
I stood up, moved back down the gently sloping hillside and, after checking the inside of their vehicle for stragglers, started walking up behind them, being especially careful not to step on any fallen branches or kick up any dirt.
Kinda like the good old days, ain’t it?
Shut up. There was nothing good about ‘em.
From my new vantage point I got a better look at the two men walking before me, intent on the woman in front of them. Neither one was over six feet. The driver was shorter, probably around five-ten, likely weighing around two hundred pounds, with a full head of dull brown hair. The one with the shotgun was taller, perhaps five-eleven and about the same weight, dark brown hair that was noticeably thinning on top.
The three of us moved slowly but steadily; they were cautious, glancing left and right with a practiced ease, I was cautious not wanting to get too close. Because of my height, I had to take smaller and slower steps. I figured eight feet was as close as I could hope to get.
When we were roughly fifty feet away from where Lilly stood, she brought up the Glock from where it had been resting against her leg and held the barrel against her right cheek and smiled at me. The two men in front of me came to an abrupt halt and the one on my right started to jack a shell into the shotgun’s barrel.
“You point those things at my wife and I’ll rip your fuckin’ heads off.” I said quietly.
They froze in place.
“Now, if you’re smart, and plan on being around to see the sunset tonight, you’ll set your weapons down on the ground very slowly, take five steps forward and then not move a goddamn muscle until I say you can. And just so you know, the woman in front of you is a very good shot…and she likes to shoot men in the nuts, so consider yourselves warned.”
The pair crouched down in exaggerated slow motion, the one on my left set his revolver down; the one on the right placed the butt of the shotgun down in the dirt and was laying it down with the barrel forward.
“Shithead, point that scattergun off to the side or I’m going to put a 10mm bullet between your hemorrhoids.” I growled, linked and hammered the idiot with an amplified blast of Lilly’s earlier fear. He slowly swiveled the shotgun’s barrel out to the right and dropped it.
“Before you get up, lose any other little hide-aways you’re packing. And be very careful boys.”
Each man had a small semi-automatic strapped to his right ankle, which they removed and tossed down next to their previously discarded weapons.
“Well done. Alright, stand up and get moving. Five steps…no more, no less. Now!”
They straightened up and began walking. I could hear the one on my left counting off steps under his breath. I moved up behind them, bent down and recovered their weapons, tucking the revolver behind my belt, tossing the semi-autos off into the brush and keeping the shotgun in my right hand.
Once they stopped moving, I stepped around in front of them, turned around and backed up until I felt Lilly’s hand on the small of my back.
“How you doin’ sweetie?” I asked, not taking my eyes of the pair in front of me.
Lilly chuckled. She was enjoying herself. Her feelings of excitement and exhilaration swept over me like a warm summer’s breeze.
“I can’t believe how much fun this is.” she whispered.
Fun, she says.
“I’m glad you’re having a good time, honey, really I am. But don’t forget, this is serious life and death stuff.”
“I know. But that doesn’t mean I can’t have a good time.”
I grinned. “Maybe you should take my job and I’ll stay home with the kids.”
“Maybe you should.” she laughed, rubbing her shoulder against the back of my arm.
“Back to business.” I said loudly. “Is either one of these the guy who was following you yesterday?”
“No. The one on the right looks a little like him, but his hair was longer and lighter. His face was thinner too, and he was a couple of inches taller, I think.”
I nodded my head and stepped forward, jacking the shotgun and ejecting shells along the way. By the time I stopped I was six feet in front of the duo with an empty shotgun in my hands. I tossed the shotgun off to one side into the brush. Then I took the revolver out and examined it.
“Nice weapon.” I said, flipping open the cylinder and dumping the shells out around my feet and then sent it spinning off to join the shotgun.
I looked down at the men standing before me. Early to mid thirties, I guessed. Clean shaven, neatly dressed, if you discounted the hours they’d spent sitting in their car chasing us. They were worried, and not without reason, but other than that they were calmer than most people would be in their position.
“Who are you and why are you following us?” I asked.
“My name is Ron Byers, that’s Jim Jefferson. We’re detectives with the San Diego Police.”
I pursed my lips and nodded my head. “Okay. I suppose you have some sort of ID to back up that claim?”
“Sure.” the one named Byers said and started to reach under his windbreaker.
“Nice and easy, detective. Remember your balls.”
They slowly removed folding leather cases from beneath their respective jackets and flipped them open with practiced ease.
Shiny heavy metal gold and enamel badges hung below laminated ID cards that proclaimed these men to be San Diego Police Detective Sergeants Byers and Jefferson.
“Very impressive. But this isn’t
Neither one spoke.
“I see.” I looked down at the dirt road for a moment. “Do you know who we are?”
“No.”
“Do you care?”
I gave the man a quick smile. I reached inside my own jacket and, with my right hand, removed my own ID case. It was a better grade of leather than either of theirs.
“I’ve got one of these things too.” I said and flipped it open, holding it down for them to see.
“CIA? You’re with the CIA?”
Byers gave me a critical look. “You don’t look like any CIA agent I ever saw.”
“And just how many have you seen de-tek-a-tiv Byers?”
Byers glared at me for a moment before shifting his eyes away.
“If you had taken a good look at this ID card, you might have noticed that it identifies me as a Deputy Director. And Deputy Director, in case you don’t fuckin’ know, is a little higher up the ladder than agent.”
“How do we know that thing’s even real?” Byers demanded belligerently.
I flashed him an amused smile. “What a good question. An excellent question. Clever, well reasoned and
straight to the point.” I let the
smile on my lips die and glared coldly at the two. “You don’t.
Badges and ID cards don’t mean shit.
Frankly, I don’t care if you are
cops. One of you is going to tell me why
you were following us,” I drew my remaining Glock with my left hand, stepped
forward and put the end of the barrel against the
Watching the gaping maw of a 10mm pistol barrel come at you is not a sight likely to reduce an individual’s fears. Byers was a hair’s breadth from pissing himself, but, I’ve got to give the man his due, he didn’t panic, plead or whine. He clamped his lips tightly together, closed his eyes and remained absolutely silent.
“Time is running out gentlemen. Four…three…two…”
“Our captain ordered us to!”
“Why?” I demanded harshly.
“He didn’t say why, just that we were supposed to follow you, track your movements and once you got to LA we were supposed to turn everything we had over to a Lt. Chambers.”
“Is this Chambers LAPD?”
“No, Sheriff’s Department.”
Great…just
great.
“What’s your captain’s name?”
“Mike Haggarty.”
“Describe him.”
“Six feet tall, medium build, late thirties, sandy blond hair, brown eyes, kind of pinched features, likes London Fog overcoats this time of year. Usually wears brown sports jackets.”
I lifted my head and raised my voice.
“Sound familiar, sweetie?”
“He’s the one.
I returned my attention to the men in front of me. “How did you know what kind of car we were in?”
“We didn’t. Captain Haggarty gave us your descriptions and told us to stake you out at the hotel. He said if you left town to follow at a discreet distance, keep records of every stop and contact you made, report back every four hours and if we got as far as LA to turn everything over to Lt. Chambers. He gave us an address and phone number to call. That’s all I know, I swear.”
I looked over at the man. He looked drained and defeated.
“I believe you.” I said finally, and eased the Glock back into its holster.
Byers looked worse than his partner. He was tougher than
Lilly moved up beside me.
“What now?” she asked.
“Honestly, I’m a little conflicted at the moment. What do you suggest?”
“We can’t just let them go; they’ll either report back to that captain of theirs or call ahead to the LA Sheriff.”
“Probably right on both counts.”
“You could kill them.” she pointed out. Both men tensed up all over again. Their hearts fluttered in their chests like frightened birds.
“Do you think I should?”
Lilly was very still for a time. Then, almost reluctantly, “No. You said you’d let them live if they talked.”
“That’s true, I did say that.” I agreed. “So where does that leave us?”
She turned, slapped her hand against my chest, said “FBI time, lover.” and walked back in the direction of our car.
I smiled and nodded. “She’s smart and practical.” I said with, I think, justifiable pride. “Consider yourselves fortunate, boys; instead of being dead, you get to work for me.”
I linked, burrowed into their emotional cores and turned them.
I got all the notes Byers and Jefferson had made (and dull reading it was too) along with the address and phone number of Lt. Chambers, and sent them back to San Diego, telling them to report to their Captain that they’d lost track of us after we turned off of I-5 south of Oceanside. I had them memorize my office number and burned orders in them both to call immediately if either one learned of anything connected to me personally, or Captain Haggarty in general. I wanted to know everything possible about that sneaky sonofabitch.
After watching them gather up their empty weapons, climb back into their little blue car, turn around, pull back out onto Stuart Mesa and vanish from my sight, I took my pistol out of Lilly’s hands and put it back in its holster. Then I put both hands around her waist, picked her up and tossed her over my shoulder. She kicked her legs playfully and pounded her fists on my back as I carried her around to the passenger’s side, past the door to the hood, flipped her around and set her feet firmly on the ground.
Lilly looked up, over her shoulder, into my face and smiled. I knelt down, reached around, popped the snap on her waistband, unzipped her fly and pulled her pants and panties down to her knees. My luscious little flower blew me a kiss, twisted around, bent over the hood of the car and wiggled her ass provocatively. I stood up, unbuckled my belt, dropped my pants and boxers, shuffled up behind her and, true to my word, spent the next fifteen minutes screwing her silly.
I even waved politely at the one car that drove past us heading for the beach.
Afterwards, Lilly and I, substantially more relaxed than we
had been, got back in our rental car, returned to the