What I saw in Cindy in a new light was not what I had now. I had the skills I saw online, and my Gran showed me the finer points. It was a great way to learn. So we both had to move on. I had Cindy send a boyfriend to my Dads building and get a job in security. He sent me all the information and passwords. My Gran was taken to the hospital the following week and died three days later. I spent a week drunk, but the letter from the lawyer put me back on track.
Gran left me her car and home and a fair size bank account. I was getting closer to pulling this off; the weekend came, and I drove to Houston, and. Cindy’s man let me in the building. We looped the cameras in the hallways to my Dad’s office, keeping me off camera. I planted the cameras hooked them up to the internet, and sent the videos to the cloud. I had ordered my costume as the yearly Christmas party always was a costume party. So I drove over to Dad’s townhouse, no cameras at all.
I fixed that full coverage. I saw a laptop, and on it, after cracking the password, it was my Dad’s birthday; the guy was a moron. But there were hundreds of stills. Most girls looked nude and unhappy. I found thirty women; they all had videos of them being drugged, which did not look right. The Senior partner, like my Dad, was in many of the films. I found hush money listed to tank cases, losing them and sending people to jail. I thought I contact the lawyer for the guy in prison. He was connected; I was sure that would make Dad’s time in jail fun. I had a working plan and called Cindy to ask if she could find out what my Mom was going to the party. I needed to remove Mother from the party as the police arrived there. I heard from Cindy that my Mom is going as Cat woman; Cindy sent me a photo; damn, I was really missing Gran and my Mom.
The next three weeks showed me that Dad was doing half the office staff; his work had to suffer most days. The videos on my Dad’s laptop were his blackmail proof. I texted my Dads old personal assistant, asking her if the movies were the only thing her boss had on her? You answered back yes, it was. I wondered how you would like them vaporized and removed from the earth. I just need you to get a new woman to play the victim. This was rape, and I told you the time frame for setting him up for rape charges.
She had a friend in the office to whom words were spoken, but no action was taken; she was on my Dad’s radar. We talked. I told her she needed Dad to be in his office undressed at ten pm. Get there early; you might get hurt. Ten after is even better. The party was ready. Cindy sent me an invite from her boyfriend, and all my plans were prepared. I wore an excellent Batman costume. It looked like the actual dark Knight. I rented a car and printed out fake tags for the vehicle. I put in mouthpieces, changed the shape of my mouth, and added makeup. The party started. I saw Catwoman come in. I see Dad grab a drink and run to his office.
I stepped into the restroom and checked the feed on my phone. Dad was popping little blue pills and setting the scene with booze and tunes. He set the lights and thought he turned off the building cameras, or so he thought, but I just turned the little red lights off. I saw him call his personal assistant asking to send the new girl in the library to his office. I see it’s twenty minutes till showtime.
I mingle, take a glass, and dump most of it; a clear head is needed. I checked there was only one Cat woman.
I walked up behind my Mom and say. “Don’t react, please I’m just Batman; I’m here to take you away. Hi Mom. Linda, that suit looks painted on you. No way you are wearing panties; damn, you look sexy.”
I took your arm, and we danced until it was time. I see the girl heading toward the office. I dance us over and hand the brave young woman the hard drive. She is tired of being chased as she got caught by the senior partner; this was payback. The hard drive she only has to do is empty the baggie and put the hard drive on the desk. It’s got my Dad’s fingerprints, plus his backup files of work and home. I start the tape that got my ass kicked and start a few videos, and Mom hears it in headphones as we walk to the closet to wait.
I say. “There’s more, but that’s not important right now. My contact called the police, reporting that the security guard saw and reported it. The police were heading up the elevator.”
I went to the Senior partner’s wife and took her to the office door. I showed you a film of your husband and my Dad doing someone. You start for the door, ready to kick ass and take names. I held your arm, stopping you and saying. “Sexy, if you can wait a few seconds, the police will be here. They will find all the proof of them doing this shit; he will die in jail and be broke. I will hand you a card with the website the videos are stored on. Give this to your lawyer; you clean that bitches clock, but we need the police to find the videos on him first. Trust Batman, please.”
I turned around, and the police came in, breaking the door into the office. My Mom waiting in the closet, had the video playing. It showed the wall T.V. playing a video of my Dad rutting on someone else. I was handed the digital hook-up box that looped the feed for the security cameras. I stuck it in my utility belt. Then, I walked to the closet where I had left my Mom.
I say. “Time to go, my love. We had an important meeting with your Brother. He started the divorce papers at five pm.”
I walk us out. Mom is watching Dad get his ass beat by two cops. Mom tried to show it to me, but I got in the rental car we needed to be at my Uncles office. I pulled down the street and pulled around, so the vehicle was blocked by a big van in a parking lot. I removed the fake plates, mouthpiece, and hood and kissed my Mom.
I say. “I thought I would see you at Gran’s funeral. I was hoping for a hug?”
Mom says. “Dad forbade it. He knew you would be there; it hurt me not seeing you, baby. So he threatened to have you hurt again. I had no idea Batman would come and save me but holding you, baby, is so good.”
I answered you. “That changes now; you will always have my arms. Come on, dear, your Brother is waiting.”
My Uncle was so unlike my Dad; he had his whole office at work, and they all looked happy and warm to us. At the job, at eleven pm, working on my Mom’s divorce papers, they worked with a purpose. I pull my Uncle aside; his name is Bill Simmons, and I say. “Sir, the police were in the custody of the video evidence. He needed a judge to get to it; I would not want to break any laws giving you that information now.”
My Uncle smiled and says. “Damn, Dan, you are your Mom’s son, I love to hear how you pulled this off, but it will have to be off the record, and let’s do this after the papers are final. In fact, I love to hire you. We have a few cases that we are stuck on getting proof on, but damn Dan, we are so proud of you; thank you for taking care of my Sister.”
I was in his office as I was changing into street clothes in the restroom in his office. I was talking with the door open. I took my makeup off washing my face. Finally, finally, I look like myself again. We were on the road to my Gran’s place, now mine, by one am. The Austin lake house is a modest eighteen hundred square feet handmade with petrified wood and logs. It was a modernized 1970s home updated in 2000.
We got there tired. I held you up and carried you to the master bedroom. The bedclothes were on the bed, matching tee-shirts and blue boxing shorts. I put chocolate on your pillow. I go to the floor next to the bed and remove your shoes, rubbing your feet and making you moan. I unbutton your blouse taking it off of you, I put your Tee on you, and you do that magic that misfitted men since the dawn of the bra. You took your bra off under your Tee-shirt I’ll die not knowing the secret.
I say I took your dress off you and talked for the first time since putting you in my bed. “Panties on or off? Just remember I’m undressing you, dear?”
You gasped and could not answer but lift your hips off the bed. I looked into your eyes, not looking down, and I smiled as I pulled your pants off and put your shorts on. I stood near the bed, your eyes lidded, your arousal was red on your neck after a year of working out, which took my baby fat away, leaving a six-pack behind. I removed my shirt and dropped my pants and underwear in one move. Mom is looking, trying not to. You were slow to desire, so I stood there naked, and you looked. Your eyes widened, and you smiled as I dressed for bed. I pulled the covers over us and pulled you into my arms, kissing your neck.
I say. “Love you, Mom, Linda, so intimate when you’re ready; all I am is yours. You know I love you; we will be fine from now on.”
I cuddled you with a sigh from you as you started crying. I held you till we fell asleep. Dawn rose. The light in the room looked blue, the temperature had dropped, and the windows were frosted, the weatherman said as the clock radio turned on ten minutes before the alarm went off.
I got up to pee and kissed you on the mouth. You were not ready for how good it felt. “Stay under the covers, dear I turn the heat on and bring you coffee in bed. Want a pastry to go with?” You nodded yes as you stretched.
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