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An Erotic Vineyard Mystery. A romantic mystery that starts slowly, but
the passion builds as the plot unfolds. Homicide detective Lieutenant
Shauna Hawkins is in Vegas with her friends Ted and Lisa and has to
find out just who got married last night. As a lesbian, that might be
awkward. A series of dead bodies makes it a lot more serious. This has
a real plot and three dimensional characters. It's more than just a
wanker.

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Chapter 10: Shopping trip
(c) 2006 by Wine Maker


I blinked. I blinked again. "Two what?" I asked Gretchen.

"Billion. Two billion dollars. In the trust fund," she said in a small
voice.

I stared blankly for a few moments as I tried to get an idea of that
much of anything. I finally gave up and turned back to look at
Gretchen. "That's actually not as much a problem for me as a million
dollars. Two billion is so big that I can't get my mind around it. It's
just not real. Let's just let things settle down and deal with the
issues at hand, then."

Gretchen took a deep breath and nodded. "That's probably best. So,
where are we going while we wait for Mister Craig? His campaign
office?"

I shook my head and grinned. "Nope. Shopping. For marital aids."

"Ooooo!" She grinned and nodded. "That sounds like fun."

-----

Devon picked a nice place with a decent selection, and giggling like
schoolgirls, we walked down the aisles looking at the various
possibilities. It was like a Sex-Mart or a sex superstore. I wouldn't
have been surprised if they had blue-light specials.

When we arrived at the aisle with the "marital aids," the selection was
incredible. Every shape and color was represented, as well as different
materials that ranged from glass to silicone to hard plastic to
"flesh-like". And then there were the specialty items.

"I never imagined that there were so many options," Gretchen admitted
to me a bit wide eyed. "Big, small, long and short. It's my turn to
goggle; I can't get my mind around this. I think I'll leave this to
you, Love. Surprise me."

"Don't tell me you've never used one." I said, putting on my most
innocent tone. I thought I might be able to pry out a little
information from her about some of those "business relationships".

"Oh, I can't say never," Gretchen replied with a smile. "Just not
_often_." She raised an eyebrow. "Want to dig a bit more?"

I laughed at getting caught, and picked up a fair sized double dildo.
"Ever had two guys at once?," I asked slyly.

She took it from me and shrugged. "Professionally? No. Those have all
been one-on-one."

"That makes me curious about your pre-business days," I said with a
laugh. "Just how wild a girl were you?"

Gretchen laughed. "I had my share of boyfriends and some experience.
I'm not asking about your previous lovers, though, so I'm not sure I
should tell you everything."

"Come on!" I said, grabbing her hand. "Give me a clue here. We're in
the right place to get some gear if you have some, you know, kinky
desires. 'Fess up." I was surprised to find how much her answer meant
to me.

Gretchen seemed to sense that, too, as she lay her other hand on top of
mine. "Hawk, my work involves making other peoples' fantasies come
true, both in bed and out," Gretchen said seriously. "I've never done
anything that I didn't want to try, though there are some things that I
wouldn't want to try twice. You get what _you_ want to make your
fantasy come true, and I'll tell you if it's something I'm not
interested in."

I thwacked her on the head with the gel dildo I was holding.

"Owwww!" she said, grabbing it from me. "What was that for?" She
smacked me back on the top of my head.

"That was for insulting me, twice; you've already made my fantasy come
true just by being here with me, and I'm not one of your clients. I
want _us_ to live out _our_ fantasies, together." I said, snatching the
dildo back. "I can't do this, and I'm not going to do this, in a
vacuum. Maybe I shouldn't have been nosy, but neither should I have to
pry your sexual history out of you. I don't want names, I just want to
know what you've done, and what you like."

She was looking at the floor. "I'm sorry, Hawk. I'm not good at letting
others in, letting others do for me what I do..." She stopped and
looked up, her eyes bright with unshed tears. Then she gave me that
predator smile that set off my alarms. "Do I get to ask the same
questions?" she asked. " Quid pro quo?"

I stared at her for a heartbeat. For just a moment I had seen a tiny
sliver of a different Gretchen than the one I had been getting to know,
a more vulnerable one. Then the wall came back, as if she felt she
needed to protect herself. I wanted explore this sudden vulnerability
she had shown me, but something warned me not to push her about it. Not
now at least, I told myself. Later, on the other hand.... I nodded
firmly to myself. Oh yes, there would definitely be a later.

I would play along, for now, and fall back on the skills my job had
taught me to get another peek behind that wall. "Sure," I grinned. "I'm
a wild and kinky girl. Let's start with your deepest, darkest fantasy."


Gretchen quirked an eyebrow and her smile widened for a long moment,
and then she pursed her lips. She took her time, appearing to actually
consider my question. "Well, I'm still getting used to the whole
girl-girl thing, so my fantasies at this point all seem to be
man-oriented. Which do you want? With you or in general?" She wore a
serious expression on her face, but her eyes gave her away. The damned
minx was still teasing me!?

"In general," I replied blandly. Two could play at this game, I
thought. "Don't worry, Honey, because you're not going to hurt my
feelings. I asked and I want to know. You can toss in variations with
girl on girl, if you like." I paused for half a second. "Or I can make
suggestions, if you don't have the imagination for it," I added with a
sly smile."

Gretchen gave me a very unladylike snort as she tossed her hair and
looked around. No other shoppers were too close, but she lowered her
voice anyway. "Okay, unimaginative me will just have to talk about a
male oriented fantasy then," she said. A smile told me she wasn't
really insulted. She leaned in closer to me and said, "I really liked
the sex we had in my Mom's old room, but I've been having hot flashes
wondering how that scene would play with a man."

I blinked. "You mean fighting like we did? How we got physical, even a
bit rough? Or are you talking about that? Rough? Or something more?
I've heard of women that like to, you know, act like they're being
forced."

She shook her head. "No, I'm not into the rape fantasy thing. I had a
client that liked that, and it didn't do anything for me. Fighting for
dominance and control, on the other hand, really torched my panties."

"So, you want to force..."

She vehemently shook her head. "No, I'm not into being the rapist,
either. I'm talking about wanting sex, and then vying for control with
your partner, trying to be the one who dictates the pace, the way it
happens."

I let out a relieved breath. "That's kind of like domination. You're
talking about more of a mental domination, a mind game that excites the
body. Now that we know what we both mean, maybe we can just call that
rough sex."

Gretchen nodded her agreement. "And it's not something I'm looking to
get a lot of. A little would go a long ways, I think. I'm also not sure
that reality would allow my fantasy to work with a man, since men are
so much stronger than women - tough ass, man-eating, female detectives
excluded, of course." She gave me an openly teasing grin. "Okay, now
it's my turn. What is your latest fantasy?"

I felt the heat crawling up my neck. "Ah..."

"You're blushing again!" Gretchen crowed, a touch of wonder in her
voice. "What fantasy could ever get you to do that? What is it? Tell
me!"

I mimicked her side-to-side glance, looking for people close enough to
hear. When I did speak, it was even quieter than her confession had
been. "You know when I said I wasn't looking to have Ted bend me over a
desk? Well, I've had my own little hot flash thinking about just that.
But," I said with a finger up in the air, "that is not my deepest
fantasy, just the most recent. Since you asked."

Gretchen pulled me into a hug. "You don't need to be embarrassed to
talk with me about sex, Baby. I'm not jealous. I will admit that my
mind-eye view of that excites me. I'd like to hold you and kiss you
while Ted fucks you." She whispered in my ear even more quietly, "and I
could slide under you and we could sixty-nine while he's inside you. I
could lick his cock and your sweet pussy at the same time."

That lit a major burn in my pussy. I knew that my eyes were starting to
lose focus in lust and I had to yank myself back under control. "I'm
not embarrassed by the sex act," I protested, "I'm embarrassed because
it's sex with a guy that I'm fantasizing about, and I'm just not used
to that yet. We can talk about it with them - I _really_ want to talk
about it with them! - but we're getting off the subject. Next question:
I'm sure you've given head and done all kinds of regular sex, but what
about anal sex? If so, did you like it?"

"That's two questions," she said primly. "So I'll answer the last one.
I liked it the one time that I agreed to do it. He was smaller than the
average bear so I felt brave when he asked for it and agreed. It's not
that it was more pleasurable than having a cock inside me the regular
way, but it added another element. I felt like I was being dirty,
slutty, letting a man fuck my ass. It also had an element of being
under his control, but it was okay. I felt a little humiliated and
used, but it only made me more horny. I'd do it again, though I'm not
sure I would if we were talking about a big cock."

"I think we could find one that fits okay," I said with a smirk. "Your
turn."

"Has Ted taken your ass?" Gretchen fired back.

I shook my head. "No. Not that I think I would mind, but we just never
got around to it. I've had some lovers that used a strap-on to take my
ass and I liked it a lot." I grinned. "Pretty much for the same reasons
you just gave, as a matter of fact. Where do you draw the line? What do
you not want to do?"

"Well," she said, her finger tapping her chin, "I draw the line at scat
or watersports. Keep the bathroom stuff in the bathroom. I'm not into
kiddies, baby-play, rubber, piercing, major bondage or pain, either.
Though," she said with a twinkle in her eyes, "the little pain in the
process of the office scene was just fine, and I really love your
pierced nipples and labia." She shrugged. "If something else comes up
that I'm not in favor of, I'll let you know. What do you not like?"

I shrugged. "Your list sounds about like mine. Though, I think a little
pain can be a good thing. I like some twisting on my piercings. Other
than that, put me down for the same as you, piercings excepted. Though,
thinking about bodily fluids, I need some clarification. Does that
count as an extra question?"

"Hit me with it and I'll let you know."

"I can't believe I'm asking this, but since I'm pregnant - Which I
still cannot believe! - that brings up the question of lactating. Are
you going to want to not have sex with me when I'm fat, ugly, and
leaking?"

Gretchen hugged me again and kissed me soundly. "That doesn't count as
an extra question, because mama needs some reassurance. I won't shy
away from you because you're pregnant, Baby. I don't know if I'll like
milk right from the source, but I'm willing to give it a try. The one
thing I do know is that I will not be put off because you're pregnant.
That's _our_ baby in there. You are the mother of my child and I will
make love to you anytime you'll let me, right up to the day of
delivery."

"I may be the mother," I growled, mock shoving her back, "but I'm still
not the wife."

"We haven't looked in the paper, so we don't know how you're listed,"
Gretchen said sweetly. "My turn again. Since we dodged around your
deepest, darkest fantasy, what is it? If you could do or have anyone,
what would it be?"

I felt my face burst into flames. "I... I don't know if..."

Taking my face in her hands, she kissed me soundly. "I've heard it all,
Lover. What was it you said? 'I want to know what you like and what you
want to do with me?' Just tell me, Hawk, so I can do my part."

Taking a deep breath, I let it out in a rush. "I want to make love to
you, Lisa and Ted all at the same time. I want all of you at once. I
want to be sandwiched between two of you and have one of you in my
mouth. I want to be the filling in the cake."

Gretchen smiled widely. "I think I like that plan. If they agree, I
think we can make that fantasy come true. In fact, I think I might get
in line for a serving of that. Maybe Lisa would like some back door
action, too."

"I'll ask her. Gretchen, you mentioned being a slave earlier. Are you
really into that?" I picked up a ball gag and butt plug with a
horsehair tail and waved them at her.

She shrugged. "I've never tried it, either from the domination or
submissive side, so I don't know. The gag I can figure out, but what is
the other for?"

I caressed her face with the hair. "It's a plug you wear in your butt
for pony play."

She looked blank. "Pony play? Like riding me around or something?"

I nodded. "Nothing I've tried, but there's a community for that kind of
stuff."

She shook her head. "Pass on that, but we can try some of the
restraints if you like. How about you for bondage or domination? After
all, you _do_ have your own handcuffs," she said wriggling her eyebrows
at me.

I laughed and shook my head. "No, I've never even considered it
before."

"Then we'll give that a try sometime, but I think we have enough
information to make some purchases, don't you?"

With a grin, I picked up a pair of strap-on harnesses that allowed for
differing sized dildos. I added three pairs of heads for them in small,
regular and large. And To the growing pile in the cart, I added a
selection of toys for some mild domination. The final items were a
small butt plug - No horse hair, thanks! - and a box of condoms that
would fit Ted.

"It's a little late for those, don't you think?" Gretchen asked dryly,
tapping the condoms.

"For me, but not for you," I said.

"Maybe I'd like to be pregnant, too," she said in a voice that sent a
chill up my spine.

"Why?" I asked, a little freaked out. "We're already going to have a
baby."

She looked deeply into my eyes and smiled. "You never wanted to be a
mother, I think. On the other hand, I've wanted it for as long as I can
remember. I've always been afraid I'd never get to be one. It's close
to my time, so it might happen. If it does, I get one of the long held
desires of my heart to come true. It's not like another child is going
to cause us to starve, and besides, it's all in the good column for
you. If it happens, I couldn't say I was the daddy."

I wanted to argue, but she shushed me with one finger and put the
condoms away.

When we got back out to the Hummer, Devon tried to grab the bag, so I
snatched it out of reach. "No peeking. This is official married people
stuff," I growled.

Devon grinned and started driving. "Unless you gonna take dem into de
office, Devon goin' to see dem anyway."

Eyes huge, I considered my options and with a snarl, I tossed the bag
in the front seat. "Fine, but I don't want to hear _one_ word about
them!"

They both laughed at me as we drove on. Devon's smirk told me he was
going to ignore my warnings, and honestly, I didn't mind. Devon's sense
of humor appealed to me.

-----

Kirk Craig's office was festooned with red and blue election posters of
the candidate. It was also filled with dozens of young people copying
papers and rushing about as we walked in. I snagged one.

"Kirk's office?"

"In the back," she said, before rushing off to do whatever unknowable
task she was doing.

Gretchen followed me, and I waded through the people to the offices in
the back. A woman in her early forties manned a desk with a computer
and phone. She gestured to us to wait while she talked with someone on
the phone.

Looking past her, I could see Kirk in one of the offices talking on a
cell phone. I waved and he motioned for us to come on back. When the
woman turned to stop us, he waved for her to back off with a smile.

His office was covered with pictures of him with various people,
including Hans and the deceased Senator Cartwright. Thankfully, there
were no Elvis pictures. He gestured for us to take seats and continued
his conversation. It quickly became apparent he was finagling a large
contribution from someone. When he apparently had an assurance of a
donation, he grinned boyishly at us and said his good-byes, putting the
phone on the desk and sitting on the edge of it himself. His expression
sobered as he looked at Gretchen.

"Gretchen, I'm so sorry for the situation you're in," he said. "I know
you didn't do this and if you need anything, all you have to do is
ask."

I used my foot to push the door closed. "Since you're offering, I have
a few questions, then, if you don't mind. Starting with why you ducked
out of the house at the first sign of trouble. Why the fast escape?"

Kirk shrugged his shoulders. "I'm running for public office, Shauna." I
winced, but said nothing. If he wanted to talk, I wasn't going to let
my name interrupt. "It's a tight race for me, especially since I'm
running against an incumbent from the other party. The last thing I
need is to have my name associated with murder, any murder."

"You didn't like Cartwright, did you?" Gretchen asked. "I noticed some
tension, but I wasn't sure why."

"He was a long-sitting Senator from the other party, and he had a lot
of personal habits I found troubling. We've argued about a number of
things over the last year."

"But, you have a more personal reason to hate him, don't you?" I asked.
"Vanessa."

His face hardened. "Leave Vanessa out of this."

I leaned forward. "We're talking murder here, Kirk. Nothing is off the
table. We've already spoken with Vanessa about this, and she told us
what happened. How Cartwright used her. Raped her. This isn't about
her. It's about you."

"Me?" he asked in a surprised tone. "You don't think I had anything to
do with this, do you?" I could feel his anger building. "Damn you! I
don't like to have people come into my office and imply I had anything
to do with a murder," he said angrily, rising to his feet. "This isn't
about me, it's about you wanting to clear Gretchen. We both know that,
so don't try to turn this all on me. I'm not the one the police are
drooling all over themselves trying to hang."

"No," I said, letting some of my own anger creep into my voice. "They
want an innocent woman, and you're here stonewalling. If you didn't
kill him, tell us what you do know. Put us on the right track. Do you
think Gretchen did it?"

Kirk stopped by the window and looked out. He ran a hand through his
hair, the anger and tension in his body obvious. He blew out a breath
and slowly shook his head. "No," he said. "Beating Kat to a pulp and
shoving her head in the toilet, yes. Killing her or someone else? No."

"Why don't you tell us what happened that night," I said quietly.

"Maybe I should keep my mouth shut and call my lawyer," Kirk muttered.

"Feeling guilty?" I asked him. "If not, please, just talk with us. With
what Cartwright did to Vanessa, I can understand how much you'd hate
him. If you killed him, I'd really understand."

Fire was building again in Kirk's eyes, but before he could answer,
Gretchen cut in, undermining my whole drive to get him pissed off
enough to lose his temper. "You love her, don't you?"

His hot retort to me was sidetracked by Gretchen's question. It took
the wind right out of his sails. Kirk slumped a little on the edge of
the desk. "Yes. Yes, I do. Cartwright hurt her so badly she won't even
consider going on a date with me."

He looked back over at me. "I hated him, Shauna, and I'm glad he's
dead. He was a monster that thought his political power, money and
family connections protected him from any consequences. Whoever killed
him was doing the world a favor."

"Did he know how you felt about him, about all of this?" I asked him.

Kirk shook his head, that hint of a grin back on his face. "I'm a
politician, so I can smile to his face, shake his hand and hate his
guts all in the same moment. He may be in the other party, but I still
have to deal with those in power or with political backings."

Gretchen leaned forward in her chair. "The DA is going to try and pin
this on me, Kirk, even though the police have evidence that says I
didn't do it. Can you tell me if you know of anyone else that might
have wanted to kill either Cartwright or Kat? Or even just hated either
of them really badly?"

He smiled a lop-sided smile at Gretchen. "As you no doubt know, the
list of people that despised your step-mother was long and
distinguished. Cartwright came in a distant second. Frankly, I'd have
much more expected Kat to be murdered than Cartwright. What do the
police have that the DA is ignoring?"

"The CSI's opinion is that Gretchen was not the killer due to evidence
at the scene and on her person. Or rather, what was not on her person.
There wasn't any blood on her, except where she picked up the knife," I
said. "The DA is, however, a politician himself and will be trying hard
to ignore that bit of evidence so that he can save the prosecution."

"I can't point you at a suspect," Kirk said, "but I can bring some
pressure to bear on the DA. That might help."

"Thank you, Kirk," Gretchen said, rising to her feet. "I appreciate
your help."

He looked indecisive for a moment and then spoke with a lowered voice.
"Kat and Cartwright had some dealings. I wouldn't be surprised if you
found something in her office."

I stood up and walked with Gretchen to the door. "We moved some things
around in there earlier. We'll take a more thorough look tonight. Thank
you."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Gretchen blush.

When we were back in the Hummer, Gretchen asked, "Do you believe him?
You weren't as hard on him as you were on Ivan. You actually looked
like you believed him."

I shrugged. "I don't know enough yet, but he's still my favorite by a
long shot. I was easier on him because he wasn't as confrontational as
Ivan was. He also doesn't get on my nerves as much. As far as trusting
him, well, he said it himself. He's a politician who can smile and lie
to your face." I shook my head. "No, it all comes down to motive. I'll
still be digging for a motive, and once we know what that is, we'll
know who. Motive is a lot easier to discover than guessing who without
knowing why. Though," I said with a mild glare, "you weren't supposed
to interrupt my questioning and throw me off stride."

"Sorry, I just got sucked in. Do you have someone else in mind to look
at next?" she asked.

"Actually, I think we should search Kat's office next. See if we can
find anything in the Kat litter."

Gretchen laughed. "Kat litter? That's just wrong. Do you mind if we
make a stop to talk with my Uncle David? He lives over on this side of
town, and I never really got a chance to talk with him that night."

I nodded. "That's fine. He's on my list too, but not nearly as high."

Gretchen shook her head. "Is everyone a suspect? He's my uncle, Hawk."

"More murders are committed by relatives than you might expect, Honey.
And since we're talking about your life, I'm not leaving _anything_ on
the table. It usually takes a strong emotional connection to kill
someone. Like I said, he's not my favorite. Give the great Devon the
directions, and let's go do this. Another thing I want to do is get
together with Ted and Lisa."

Gretchen gave Devon the directions and then leaned back against the
door, looking at me. "Do you think they know something more?"

I shook my head. "No, I just miss them. I want to sit and talk."

Gretchen smiled a wicked smile. "I bet talking isn't all you miss.
Especially with that hot little threesome fantasy number you cooked
up."

I rolled my eyes. "You really do have a one-track mind. Come on,
Gretchen, I'm not panting to have Ted bend me over the desk and service
me, if that's what you're getting at." Actually, I felt my sex moisten
at the thought and firmly told it to heel.

"Uh huh," she said with a twinkle in her eyes. "That's okay, like I
said earlier, we need to talk with them anyway and work out the
boundaries between the father and mother of our child. And their
spouses. Speaking of our child, you need to go see a doctor about that
and make sure everything is okay."

I felt my face redden. I couldn't believe I was embarrassed about
Gretchen working out the details of our sex life, but I was. "Fine, you
can talk to them about how they want it. I'll abide by whatever makes
them happy. As for a kid doctor, why? It's only been a week. What can a
doctor tell me?"

"He or she can tell you what you need to do and what you don't,"
Gretchen said. "Do some blood work or something. It just seems like the
right thing to do."

"Fine," I growled. "I'll see a blooming doctor."

She grabbed me into a hug and kissed me. "Thank you! I love you so
much!"

Those unexpected words made me go all warm inside. "I love you, too."

-----

When we pulled up in front of David Stein's house, it was readily
apparent that he was firmly middle-class. After all the gargantuan
mansions, it made me feel better.

David opened the door at my knock and had one of those mixed
expressions on his face. Pleasure and pain. He rushed outside and
enfolded Gretchen in his embrace.

"Gretchen, I'm so sorry," he said. He pulled back and looked into her
eyes with sadness. "After all this, I can't believe you even want to
see me."

Gretchen held his hands and smiled at him. "I can't imagine anything
making me feel that way toward you. You've always been there for me and
I love you. Even this won't change that."

He shook his head. "I never imagined you taking it so well. Come
inside. I'm sure you have lots of questions."

I looked at him and smiled. "Most people aren't so eager to have those
kinds of questions asked, David. Can I call you David?"

He nodded and led the way back into the well decorated house. It was
homey and well-lived in, definitely not a show home. Pictures of people
were everywhere. On the walls, on the tables, virtually every flat
place.

I stepped over and looked at one of a much younger David and a woman
that looked almost exactly like Gretchen did now. A glance at Gretchen
confirmed it when she smiled.

"Yes," she said, "that's my mother. I definitely took my looks from
her."

David opened the door to the kitchen and ushered us in. "She looks just
like her," he avowed. "Sit down and we can talk. Coffee?"

"Always," I said. "You don't seem surprised to see us and that has me
curious. What made you expect us?"

Now he looked surprised. "I've been expecting you ever since this
morning. I didn't figure it would take long for you to hear about my
visit to the DA."

Gretchen's head jerked up. "You visited the DA? Why?"

David stared at her. "You didn't know? I never..." He shook himself and
took a deep breath. "I went to the DA and confessed that I killed Kat
and Senator Cartwright."

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