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Lori's Fall

Chapter 1, Surprise at the Gas & Go

By Cole Collins

	"Treaver you horny bastard, show goddamit." Jim Verhem swore
for the 20th time in the last hour fidgeting with impatience. Fuck
Dick Tracey, Mag PI and all those fucking TV dicks that enticed him
since childhood into being a private investigator he thought.
Cocksuckers were laying on a beach somewhere sipping drinks and here
he was sitting in his car staking out a rental at 12am Friday night
when he should be out getting laid.  Actually Jim had it good and knew
it. Only 19 and he had his own apartment nice possessions and money
overseas making more money. True he was still in tight-ass Kerring
pop. 50,000 but only in a small city like this where the market was
too small could a 19-yr old set up a successful shop. But Treaver
Reice was the smartest, sneakiest most careful cheating husband he'd
ever tried to nail. Most of the horny bastards smelled pussy and all
brains left town. But Treaver was different. It didn't help that the
woman he was screwing was cheating too and had just as much to lose.
Jim panned his surrounding's with the video for the 10th time checking
his setup. It was perfect. He was in an alley amongst other cars. To
his left was the Gas & Go. Across the street was the rental that one
of s Treaver's buddies owed. It was above an insurance agency and had
just been vaccinated and Jim was betting on this being the next love
nest for Treaver and upstanding Mrs. Sparks. During the day he would
be easily spotted but at night the street lights and those from the
Gas & Go cast a reflection that made detection impossible except from
the rear of the alley. Jim had placed a recording mike through the
window. With the video it should be enough to net him $5,000. If only
the bastard would show.  Catching a truck out of the corner of his eye
Jim panned his camera over to the Gas & Go. Maybe it would be a nice
looking girl or two. Jim snorted as the beat up old Mazda pulled up.
Bill Dunbass Spicer. Bill was his age, ignorant and going nowhere and
fast. His resume could be summed up in two words Bad News. Jim panned
the video over to the passenger seat to see what pig Bill was sporting
tonight and almost dropped the recorder.  Lori Patterson!!!!!!!  Lori
Miss Goodey Tooshoes Ice Bitch Social Queen Fucking Patterson!!!!!!!
Jim strained his eyes trying to confirm the impossible. But no there
it was clear as day. Lori Patterson in Bill's truck and she didn't
even look held against her will. Jim hit the record button and grinned
evilly. No telling what kind of trouble this would cause her if it got
out. Lori had destroyed his social life and broke up his relationship
with Kim. Jim ogled the thought of Lori's father seeing this.  Lori
must have been thinking along the same lines. She was nervously
looking around and fidgeting while Bill pumped petrol. Bill finished
and walked into the store. Lori seemed to relax a little as she
assured herself no one was around. With this being Kerry no one was
libel to come along either even though it was Friday night. Jim kept
filming, luxuriating in pleasant thoughts of revenge.  Jim's revelry
was shattered by the sound of a gunshot and then another. "Shit.' Jim
exclaimed realizing it came from the Gas & Go. That dumbass robbed and
shot Fat Freddie. But wait the shots sounded like they came from two
different guns. Jim's assessment was confirmed as Bill came limping
out of the store gun in one had and a bag in the other. As he rounded
the front of the truck he stumbled into the bumper and dropped the bag
onto the pavement bills scattering.  Bill hesitated unsure what to do
and then climbed into the truck. Instead of taking off they appeared
to be arguing. Jim wondered what the hell was going on. Before long
Lori got out of the truck and calmly scooped the money into the bag
and returned to the truck. Bill hit the gas and they were gone into
the night. Jim lowered the recorder stunned. He'd almost convince
himself it wasn't real when the store alarm went off.  "Shit, shit,
shit." Jim wondered what he should do. If he was exposed he might as
well kiss the Treaver case goodbye. But shit Fat Freddie probably
needs help. But shit, he hated that bastard. But fuck he's a human. A
police siren in the distance made his mind up. Hell they can do more
for him than I can he thought. Jim quietly backed the car out of the
alley and off into the night he went.  Lori sat numbly in the
passenger seat trying to hold the hysteria back. Jesus Christ she
thought. All she wanted was a little fun not a criminal record. Think
Lori think, what in the hell was she going to do. Suddenly Bill broke
the silence.  "Didn't even squeal wheels. My uncle taught me that,"
Bill stated proudly. "Cops can trace tire prints. How we have the
dough to go to the late show over Bristol like you want." Upon hearing
this insanity Lori flipped. "You asshole we're not going to Bristol,
Your shot. You stupid fuck what the hell do you think your doing
robbing a store. To hell with you let me out." When Bill didn't comply
Lori grabbed the stick shift and yanked it into neutral. "Hey..." Bill
started but was interrupted by Lori who started hitting him and
screaming for him to stop. Bill had no choice but to hit the break.
Before the truck came to a halt Lori jumped out and started into a
half run down the street. "Hey wait a minute babe" Bill began drifting
beside her. He was immediately cut off.  "You stupid ass get it out of
your head, We're not going to Bristol. You're shot and need to get to
a hospital. The cops will be looking for you too." With that Lori cut
right down an alley. Bill suddenly realized the police siren in the
distance. Cussing women in general he put it into first and pounded
the gas.  Lori walked the streets sobbing and trembling slightly. O
God she thought, what am I going to do. Looking around she realized
she was near her best friend Mary's house. Maybe she could go there.
God no she started, What was she thinking. Mary would spread the news
fast and wide. Well it was only about 10 or so blocks to her house,
She would have to huff it. Shuffling along she tried desperately to
check her tattered emotions. She was doomed.  When the news got out
through Bill when he was caught or from a witness she would be up the
river. At best her father would literally send her to a convert or at
worst she would be in jail. The last thought scared her so badly she
broke down sobbing again. Lori was unable to think much the rest of
the way home. Upon reaching home Lori raced up to her room and flung
herself onto her bed. In the safety of the bedroom she let it all out
and the tears flowed. Never moving an inch she cried herself to sleep.
Across town Jim sat on his couch watching his video. He had to watch
it twice jaw hanging before he could bring himself to believe it. It
just didn't make sense. On the third go around his PI skills took over
and he removed his emotions and started analyzing it calmly. After
watching it a couple more times he teased out the truth. On the
surface it looked like Lori Patterson was a willing participant in a
robbery turned sour. Hell there she was in the truck with Bill
pointing angrily at the fallen bag of money and then when he didn't
move to get it she did.  But Jim new Lori and Bill both, And people in
General. He deduced correctly that Bill had refused to leave without
the money. Now most girls would have froze or freaked. Lori wasn't
most girls. You didn't get to the top of the social ladder in Kerry
with just good looks, Even with the ones she had. She had quickly
deduced dumbass Bill wasn't moving without the money so she calmly did
what was necessary to get herself out of there.  With that puzzle
figured Jim sat thinking of what he should do next. His first instinct
was to take the tape down to the station and gloat in the glory of
Lori's downfall. Two things made him hesitate though. First there was
Treaver Reice. Treaver was going to put two and two together no matter
how good a story Jim could concoct as to why he was taking video at
midnight. Course he could send it to them anonymously but Treaver
would be suspicious and the paranoid bastard would probably cut the
affair off.  Second was the general fact that in a small God fearing
slightly paranoid city like Kerry the ideal of a PI sneaking around
town checking up on people wouldn't go over good. Kerry had all the
vices of anywhere else but with the bible thumpers around it was kept
under raps. The penalty was social blackballing and financial ruin.
Jim prospered because he was low key. He knew as soon as he was well
known he would have to close up shop. If it were sent anonymously it
would be the great mystery. People would not rest until it was solved.
Well maybe I'll get lucky and it won't be needed. Jim yawned and
decided to let it rest until the morning.  Lori woke the next morning
in a start. She was dirty and her face was tear encrusted and she had
that unkempt feeling from sleeping in her cloths. Thank God here
parents were out of town so as not to see her in her horrid state. She
stumbled out of bed and got a drink wondering why the police hadn't
come and got her yet. Well might as well get cleaned up. She'd as so
look good for the hangman, as not she thought darkly.  Coming
downstairs later she got a bowl of cereal and sat down in front of the
TV out of habit. Across town Jim was doing the same. The affair was of
course all the rage. Kerry had one TV station and not much news. They
had cut regular programming to cover the big story. First was Dave
Thompson the police chief standing roadside with his big gut jutting
out trying to sound important.  "We observed the subject fleeing the
general area of the crime at a high rate of speed. Becoming suspicious
we attempted a traffic stop to check him out. At witch time he took
off and we began pursuit. The suspect then lost control and slid into
the ditch. The suspect exited his truck weapon drawn. At that time my
partner and I opened fire, striking him numerous times. He was
pronounced dead on the scene." The camera paned over to Bills truck.
It was lying cockeyed in the ditch. There were several bullet holes in
the truck along with a fair amount of blood. There was more yakerty
yak no more useful info.  Next was the video from the security
cameras. Leave it to dumbass Bill to pick the only joint in town with
cameras Jim thought. The out of town company had it installed when
they bought the place out of habit. The first camera showed both sides
of the counter. Bill came in and got right down to business. Pulling
his piece he demanded the money. Fat Freddie complied, putting the
cash in a bag and setting it on the counter. But when Bill glanced
outside he saw his chance and went for his gun. Bill realized it a
split second to soon for Fat Freddie and plugged him one in the chest.
Fat Freddie was thrown against the back wall by the force of the slug.
His gun discharged, striking Bill in the side.  Fat Freddie hit the
floor and Bill grabbed the bag and stumbled out the door. The next
camera showed the door from inside the store however a soda machine
and some hanging plants obscured most of the view outside. Jim and
Lori realized watching the rest of the clip that she had never been
exposed and you couldn't even tell there was anyone else in the truck.
Lori's mind raced in high gear. No one as far as she new had seen them
together or knew where they were going out. Lori had chosen Bill
because him and Mary had had a thing going in secret and he'd never
told even after she was finished with him. Something about how his
uncle had taught him to keep his mouth shut about affairs. Bill had
taught Mary a lot about sex and Lori was hoping he'd do the same for
her. For the first time hope began to surface in Lori's mind. True
someone could have seen them but probably word would have already
reached Dave Thompson by now. Kerry was gossipy and word traveled
fast. Dave hated her father with a passion and would break the sound
barrier getting over her if he suspected. Still someone seeing her
might still be asleep or out hunting, working or such but if it didn't
come out in the next couple days it probably never would.  Jim sat
thinking along the same lines but knowing less about Lori and Bills
whereabouts before hand and therefor less sure. "Shit that cunt might
walk if I don't turn her in.' he fumed. Fucking bitch, he thought.
Still he held out hope not knowing.  His thoughts were interrupted by
the telephone.  'Hello' 'Jim it's Kevin. How it is.' Kevin was the
resident PI in Bristol and Jim's mentor. Kevin had taught him the
ropes and Jim was the son Kevin never had. Although well educated
Kevin preferred a strange blend of street slang mixed with getto talk
in private. Jim accommodated him.  'Finest Kind.' He replied.  'Now
lookey here boy. Got so sweet ass work for ya.' 'Ug.' Jim replied
meaning "tell me more" "Cake walk all you need is to sit on your ass
and do some picture taking. Cake walk.' 'Whys you not doing it then?'
'Cause the fucken' teamsters done struck. Fucken' Boss Hog wants video
of the picket line case the baboons start going apes-shit.' 'Uhaugh.'
Jim grunted understanding.  '35 sweet ass little bills an hour. Adds
up quick.' 'Done. When you need me.' 'Get your ass down here boy.'
Kevin spat 'Later.' 'Much.' Jim hung up the phone cussing. Great just
what he needed. Getting dressed he reconsidered. With the shit hitting
the fan Treaver would probably cool off for a while. Probably scare
him a little. If his car had been seen by the Gas & Go questions would
have probably been asked. And it would get him some thing to occupy
his mind and wallets while things around here settled out and see
whether or not Lori would be exposed.  Anyway it really was a
cakewalk. This was the reality of being a PI. Boss Hog was the name
Kevin used for Mr. John Davenport, The richest and most powerful man
in Bristol. Now Boss Hog gave Kevin a lot of background and security
checks. Gravy money, Couldn't afford to piss him off. However this was
a dangerous job for a local.  Not at the present, However people have
long memories over suck things. Someone spots Kevin taking video of
the picket lines and a year later Kevin might be greeted with a
half-dozen or so pissed off truck driver wielding tire irons in a dark
alley.  As Jim finished dressing an evil thought crossed his mind.
Would it be so bad if no one ratted Lori. Well then he would be the
only thing between her and the can. Jim's fertile mind began figuring
the possibilities. Either way she was going down. 'Serve the bitch
right.' Jim mused happily as he locked the front door.  Two weeks
latter Jim sat happily at his desk rapping a cassette for mailing. The
Bristol job had been great. The goons had gone a little apeshit.
Enough to call for long hours but not so muck as to bring any danger.
He had cleared almost 5 grand. And while he was there he finally
nailed Treaver. Funny all the time he'd spent doing good detective
work and he got him finally by good old dumb luck. Jim spotted him in
Bristol and figured he could only be there for on reason.  Sure enough
he followed him and found him and his flame with their guard down. Not
only did he get the bedroom recordings but also some good shots of
them dining and walking through the park petting. When he presented
them to his wife she was so happy she laid another 5 grand on him and
then just plain laid him. And best yet Lori had not been exposed. Jim
had had a lot of idle time watching the picket lines to plan. And it
was looking good.  Two hours later Jim sat nervously watching Lori's
house through binocks from a couple blocks away. This was the weak
part of his plan. If anyone intercepted the tape his plans were
fucked. Jim's heart jumped when Lori's bus came into view.  Lori sat
dejected on the bus. 18 years old and she was still riding the bus.
Godam parents wouldn't even let her buy a car on her own until she
graduated. Fucking bible thumpers. This wasn't what really bothered
Lori. It was just a vent for her frustration and worry.  Lori was
scarred and what really scarred he the most was ending up like her
mother. Bored housewife with no hope of excitement or advancement
other than what your hubby achieved. Always the junior partner in the
deal. Her escape lay in college and a good tech degree. Against her
mother wishes her father had consented to her attending the out of
state college he'd attended.  But she had to make it to fall without
pissing off her parents. True she was 18 and could go where she damn
well pleased without her parent's approval but go where. Kerry didn't
teach their daughters much that translated into marketable skills
other than being a house wife. The best job she could manage was maybe
a waitress or secretary. True she could use and discard men like Mary
did but that didn't appeal to Lori. The thought of having an affair
with a pudgy old fart just to get a promotion or such didn't sit well
with Lori, In fact it made her sick. She was the homecoming queen and
she'd be damned if she'd stoop so low.  What appealed to Lori was
Getting a tech job where your brain counted more than your looks. With
that she could get her own nice car and house. And in her bedroom she
could put a dumb ass hunk like Bill to keep her pussy happy. Christ
she was honey. 5 months to go could she hold out? Lori had slept with
2 guys on 4 different occasions. But as soon as they got some the
idiots couldn't resist running their mouths forcing Lori to break it
off. Luckily Lori had been careful and it was their word against
theirs and no one believed them. At least she was on the pill so
wouldn't be getting married anytime soon. Mary got them from out of
town for both of them.  It'd been stupid to go out with Bill.
Dangerous as hell in fact. If her parents caught wind of anything at
all she be going to some private girls school where the most technical
course would be operating a sewing machine. But Christ she needed sex
and bad. She thought of Mary and how she'd described in lurid detail
how Bill had held her down and teased her clit with his dick until she
begged for him to fuck her. Lori's pussy began to wet.  Thank God the
bus was pulling onto her street. Her parents were away on one of those
bible retreats they were always going to. Lori had managed to
skillfully embarrass her parents. Seemingly innocent the whole time so
as not to invite punishment till they had decided it best not to
include her. First thing she was going to do when she got home was to
do a sexy striptease she'd been practicing in front of the mirror.
She'd pretend she was seducing a hunk and then lay on the bed and frig
herself to orgasm imaging him pounding her with his monster cock.
Lori jumped off the bus and ran up the porch stairs almost overlooking
the small package leaning against the door. Curiously she examined it
while unlocking the door. It was addressed to her with personal and
confidential written on it. A small tingle of dread coursed up her
spine as she realized it had no return address, postage or postmark.
Locking the door Lori ripped the paper off the package to reveal a
video cassette box. As she pulled the cassette out a piece of paper
fell out onto the floor. Picking it up she felt another tingle of fear
as she read 'If you want to discuss this tape meet me out front of
Coopers Pharmacy at 5:30.' Don't be silly she chided herself. It's one
of your girlfriends being mysterious or even a guy trying to meet you.
However she couldn't bring herself to ignore it and went into the
living room and popped it into the VCR. Lori plopped down on the sofa
and hit play with the remote. When the picture came up Lori gasped in
horror and the remote fell from her numb fingers. Terror wrapped her
entire body and threatened to choke off her breathing as she watched
her and Bill at the Gas & Go. When she got out of the truck and calmly
collected the money her heart froze in place.  Lori couldn't move or
even think and sat froze like a statue long after the video ended and
white fuzz took over. Her body was coated with a cold clammy sweat.
How long she stared at the screen she couldn't start to guess. Finally
she was able to move her trembling hand to where the remote had landed
and after several tries managed to rewind it.  She managed to get
through the second showing without freezing, And by the third was calm
enough to start analyzing it. Remembering the note she grabbed it and
channeled all the adrenaline that was threatening to overwhelm her
into reading it. Lori's mind sucked up every detail of the note as if
she could force by shear will the one Question, Who! But it was
hopeless. The note was printed on computer paper and was unsigned with
nothing on the back.  Lori grabbed the remote back and rewound the
tape and likewise vacuuming the tape of every detail. It was worse
than bad. It appeared without question that Lori was a willing and
even a directing participant in a robbery that had led to murder. If
this ever saw the light of day she'd be locked away for life. She had
to get the original and any copies. Lori had no illusions as to this
being the only one.  Lori grabbed the note, wrapping paper and removed
the cassette. Running upstairs she put them in her best hiding place.
She had to make the meeting. Looking in the mirror she realize for the
first time she was covered with sweat to the point it soaking through
her dress. Shit she couldn't go out looking like she just ran a
marathon. Glancing at the clock she sighed with relief. She had a
little oven a hour. She had to look her best. It was going to take all
her skills and luck to get the tape and she needed every advantage.
At 5:15 Lori walked out of her back door and strode purposefully
towards Coopers. You would have never guessed only an hour before
she'd received the shock of her life. Her hair was combed, blow-dried
and she'd done a very good makeup job. It accented her best features
but wasn't overdone. Her spring dress pushed her ample breasts up but
still allowed them to bounce slightly as she walked. It flowed around
her curvy hips and flowed enticingly around her perfect legs.  She was
a knockout and had the confident air that would blow over most people,
Male or female. Jim saw this through his nocks and smiled. Perfect,
just perfect he thought. She hadn't freaked and was dancing to his
tune. Jim waited till 5:40 to pull around to Coopers so as to get Lori
worrying and keep her off guard. Rounding the corner he saw it worked.
Lori was standing in front of Coopers examining every car that went by
with a worried expression When Lori saw Jim pull up she gulped. Jim
had good reason to hate her. This might not be easy she thought her
confidence waning. Jim hit the window button and simply stated.  'Your
waiting for me. Get in.' Lori shivered. 'Why?' 'So we can talk' 'Can't
we talk here' Lori stalled desperate for time to think 'No' When Lori
didn't move Jim said 'OK, guess I'll go by the police station.' And
hit the window button.  'OK.' Lori quickly caved and got in the car.
Jim pulled away and drove through town like he was on a Sunday drive
seeming unconcerned with anything. Lori sat with her hands clasped on
her lap with a scared puppy dog look. She couldn't bring herself to
start small talk and dreaded broaching the subject of the tape.
Finally when it became apparent that Jim was not going to break the
silence she screwed up her nerve and said.  'Where are we going.' 'To
my place.' 'Why.' 'So we can talk.' 'I thought you wanted me to get in
so we could talk in the car." 'Changed my mind' Jim calmly stated.
Lori couldn't control herself any longer. Jim's calm causal manor had
completely unnerved her.  'Now look here Jim I don't know what your up
to but I'm not going to stand for It. You give me that tape or I'll
make it hard on you.' Lori snapped mustering all the confident
dominating air she had used on her peers at school. Jim simply looked
over at her. She had the scared defiant look of a cornered chipmunk
trying to bluff a wolf. Jim reveled in the look. Lori Patterson,
Homecoming Queen Bitch cornered. He decided he liked it this way and
if he couldn't have her this way he'd see her in jail. To Lori's
horror Jim started laughing.  'Silly girl you have no way to make it
had on me. Now you just sit there quiet like a good girl until we get
there.' Jim managed patting Lori on the leg. Lori jerked her leg away
and opened her mouth to speak. Before she could Jim broke in with a
cold quiet, low tone.  'However on the other hand I'll be happy to
take you home if you like. I bet I could sell the tape for a pretty
penny. Imagine Lori Patterson, Home coming queen involved in common
robbery and murder. You know you don't stand a prayer after your
father got the FBI to raid the local friendly poker game for the
powers that be. Lets see, Chief of police, The DA, The most respected
doctor and businessman, a judge etc. Lucky they didn't have cash on
the table but chips instead. Still it cost them plenty in legal fees
and bribes, And any chance for Dave Spicer to move up. They would give
their left testicles for a chance to put the lofty Mr. Patterson's
daughter in prison. Now what's it going to be my place or the police
station.' Lori sat dejectedly wringing her hands and finally managed
'You.. your place.' ' Good now keep quiet.' Lori sat quiet as a mouse
as Jim drove. She didn't have to guess at what Jim wanted. And there
was no doubt she would give it. But would her body be enough? Jim
pulled into his parking lot and killed the engine. 'Come on" he stated
calmly getting out. Lori followed like a condemned prisoner walking to
the gallows


Feedback     ColeCollins@conport.com

A note on feedback.  1 This is my first attempt at a story. So please
take it easy on me. If it wasn't for spell and grammar check, This
story wouldn't be.  2 Please don't send me hate mail. I'll just ignore
it.  3 Please don't send requests for me to e-mail you chapters or
such. They will be likewise ignored.

Thanx Cole



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