Friday morning I walked around the downtown before work. I saw Mary Ellen in her shop, but I only waved to her. I wanted to set up another shoot, but I didn’t feel up to it at that moment. In addition I still had the stitches in my neck. I would look like the bride of Frankenstein. Maybe that’s why Mary Ellen hadn’t called.
When I got back to the motel, I took a quick shower and prepared for work. I was going in early to be there when the warrants came down. I was sure the ADA had been called. She had probably worked all night getting things ready for the arrests to begin.
Boy was I wrong. She took all day to get the arrests warrant issued. It was time for me to go home before they were ready. I waited as long as I could, then I signed out for the weekend. They were planning to meake the arrests over the weekend. All the arraignments were to be Monday morning.
Since the Reverend was arraigned on Friday word would fly through the community. Anyone who wanted to run could do so. It was a cluster fuck for sure. There was nothing I could do to stop them. The DA had given anyone who wanted it a chance to run, or to try to get their stories straight.
“You know the best part of this?“ Simpson asked me.
“No what’s the best part,” I said,
“Since that drug dealing slime ball participated in the crime, we get to throw out his deal and charge him with accessory after the fact,” he said. “At least he isn’t going anywhere. We have him in the state holding facility.”
“Yeah, we will get him but how about all these, so called, respectable people,” I said.
“Well we will get the sister for sure, the DA might be convinced to swing for felony murder,” Simpson suggested.
“Bullshit, the ADA is going to give her a walk, if she agrees to testify. Anyone who didn’t have a hand in the abuse is going to plead out,” I said.
“Yeah, that’s the system for you,” Simpson said.
“Well the system sucks,” I said.
“And not in a good way,” Simpson agreed.
I checked out at 4PM, since I started early. It was my last day working half days. I was going to miss that, I thought.
When I got home I set about fixing my cold pizza dinner. I decided I needed something healthy with the unhealthy pizza. It occurred to me that I should have a salad. My choice was to drive to the plaza Mcdonald’s for take out salad.
When I got home I opened the bowl and picked out the carrots. I replaced them with raisins I had laying around. They were way old I was sure I had bought them when I first move in. So I had the take out salad and the cold pizza. It was delicious, even if I had to drink ice tea make from a dry mix.
The iced tea formula I devised while I was recovering from the accident. I couldn’t drive at first and I didn’t feel like walking anywhere. So when I placed the take out grocery list, I had a jar of powdered iced tea with artificial sweetener and fake lemon flavor sent along, I also ordered a bottle of plain tea mix with no sweetener, no lemon, and a box of sweetener in those packets sent along.
The formula finally evolved into this; Three tablespoons of the tea with lemon, three tablespoons of the plain tea mix, and three packets of sweetener mixed with water to make two litters of iced tea. It wasn’t too awful is the best I could say for it.
The cold pizza, take out salad, and chemical iced tea, made for a reasonable meal. I felt pretty good after my dinner. I walked through the lounge just to be sure the loud mouth pipe fitter hadn’t come back. Since all was quiet, I went home to call Monk. I was a bit nervous, since I never called men. It was something I just never did. Monk was special since he had saved my life.
“So Monk, when do you want your payment,” I asked.
“Damn Sylvia you were serious, Hell I thought you were kidding me. I’m so sorry but I’m going to a convention of after market producers in Baltimore this weekend.”
“That’s alright, I’ll find something or someone else to do this weekend,” I said trying not to show my disappointment.
“Why don’t you come with me. It should be a nice dinner and party after the meetings,” he said.
“No thanks, I have been to conventions before. They are either deadly boring, or way over the top,” I suggested.
“This one is supposed to be over the top,” he said.
“I’m not up to it this weekend, sorry.” I suggested.
“Well we will try to get together next weekend,” he said.
“Sure, we’ll see,” I said. I never knew what kind of mood I would be in from one day to the next, let alone a week in advance,
I hung up from talking to Monk and decided to take a walk through the lounge again, As I walked to the lounge I remember why I never called men. There is no rejection quite like a man refusing to have sex with you. I mean men will screw a snake if someone will hold it’s head.
I was tempted to sit down and have about a dozen drinks but I fought the urge. I didn’t need to be seen in my own back yard passed out drunk. I might well be that bad, since my basic insecurities were showing. I thought about it while I drank coffee and realized I needed to go where people wouldn’t say no. I needed to go to the dance club, but alas the sex there was too rough. So I went back to my room and masturbated. Then I went to bed and slept until 9AM Saturday morning.
It had been almost three weeks since the accident, and I was getting better, I just wasn’t completely healed yet. I could sit up for a few hours without too much pain from my ribs. I could lay down in a semi fetal position and not have any pain until I sat up. Trying to get out of bed was still painful for me, but I was getting better all the time.
I wondered if I dared risk more damage by having sex. Maybe I could find someone, who would let me be on top. That might work. I know I was becoming obsessed with sex. I had been a long time without it, well a long time for me,
One thing I knew for sure was that rough sex was out of the question. I didn’t know anyone I could trust not to get rough with me. It called for desperate measures. I just had no idea what they would be.
I left my room at 9:30 AM. I decided that I would try a run. I got about half a block and my ribs began to hurt again, so I quit. I continued my same path but I walked it. It hurt even at a walk, but not too badly.
Mary Ellen was standing outside her store when I approached. “Well hello there princess how you doing,” she said.
“I’m healing up pretty well I think, how about you how you and Angel doing, I never did get the chance to thank her, or you either for that matter,” I said.
“It was the least we could do for out new star,” Mary Ellen said.
“Star?” I asked.
“Oh yes, you and Lamar are a big hit. The visitors to my site had lots of positive comments for you both.” Mary Ellen said.
“I’m glad to hear it,” I said.
“So when you going to be up for another?” she asked.
“The spirit is willing now, I’m just not sure the body is. I might be up to some careful sex but that wouldn’t be very interesting,” I said.
“If I promised you it wouldn’t get rough, would you be willing to meet us tonight?” she said.
“You can set it up this quickly?” I asked.
“Either tonight or tomorrow for sure. It just depends if my camera crew has a wedding tonight,” Mary Ellen said.
“Well you go ahead and set it up,” I said. “But remember I have broken rips and the stitches are still in my neck.”
“I think I can handle that, Not to worry about your body aches and blemishes we can work around them,” she said.
“If you can do that, count me in,” I said.
“Wear your jeans this time with a top, no bra though,” she said.
“I am pretty much out of the habit these days,” I said.
“Good with those small boobs, you don’t have much cleavage, but you can show a little nipple,” she said.
“Right,” I said smiling. I was thinking how much could I show under a Kevlar vest and with a shirt and a parka over that. No sense bringing those things up though.
“Okay I’ll call the camera men and let you know just as soon as I know,” Mary Ellen said.
“Fair enough,” I agreed. Then I continued on my route back to the motel. When I arrived I got the messages off my cell phone. I only had one it was from Simpson. It said to call him at home.
“Hello Mrs Simpson this Deputy Porter, your husband left a message for me to call him at home,” I said.
“Sure hold on a second,” She said then went to get him.
“Hey Porter, come in uniform Monday, we are going to be on TV,” he said.
“What do you mean we are going to be on TV, who is we,” I asked.
“You, me, the ADA, and the Sheriff,” Simpson said.
“So how about Webster,” I asked.
“He won’t be there, because he is in the wind,” Simpson said.
“And you are not going to tell how you let a lead go, because he told you too,” I suggested.
“No, I’m not planning to mention that and I’m hoping you don’t either. We got them all Sylvia, we don’t need to mention all the missteps,” he said.
“Oh it’s a misstep is it. And the fact that Webster ran the department all during this investigation isn’t going to come up. Or that the Sheriff’s only concern is getting reelected, He will have to find someone else to run the office for him not. Are you expecting that to be you?” I asked.
“Just wear the damn uniform and keep your mouth shut. Your righteous indignation is wearing a little thin,” He said.
He had no idea how thin it really was. He might find out one day, but I surely hoped not. “Alright just for you,” I said.
I hung up and remembered what I was planning for that very evening. I wondered if the Sheriff was any worse than me. I knew that Webster was worse only because he let the little girl die, Poor little Jennifer Allen, and then tried to stop us from finding the killer.
I almost called Mary Ellen and canceled, but I just couldn’t do it. I needed someone to pretend they cared about me. So for a little while I could get lost in that beautiful fog of the orgasm.
I was trying to decide how I felt about myself when Mary Ellen called. “Sylvia I was able to find everyone and they are going to meet us at the house. So I’ll pick you up at eight,” she said.
“Fair enough,” I said. I remember after she hung up that I wanted to talk to the Boyle brothers about bankrolling her. I thought about the Boyle brother and the others I had been involved with over the last year. By the time Marry Ellen arrived I was more than ready.