She gave me a hug, then Jan. They shared a quick kiss and off she went.
“Stay away from that one,” Jan said as she twirled her finger around the side of her head.
“She won’t let go amongst other problems,” Jan shared.
I am sucker for rescue animals. I can’t stand it when people abandon them. Becky strikes me as abandoned. Maybe I can rescue her down the road.
Zoe was back.
“Hey guys! All set. Billy will do his thing with his buddies on the force. He also volunteered to guard the house tonight. Thoughts?” Jan and Zoe looked at me.
“My opinion, to be safe, can he watch from down the block to see if anyone approaches too close? Ralphie might have friends.”
Zoe responded, “He thought the background check would take a while. I will ask him to set up like you asked. He will love it.”
Jan added, “That’s good. Billy has such a big cock, if he was in the house, I would be a distraction to him.”
Zoe said, “Stop it Jan.”
Too much information for me, I left it alone.
Zoe ordered, “Let’s head home. No bartender, but plenty of drinks. The caterer couldn’t cancel, so we will have a Roman feast of food and drink.”
Jan said, “The Roman’s had the best orgies. Feasts of food and sex. Sounds good to me.”
“Where is Becky? Thought she might stay with us tonight, She is a fragile bird.” Zoe asked.
Jan replied, “Good old Daddy told her to go fuck herself. He said he thought she was ugly and ugly duckings should go back to their pond.”
“You are such a bullshitter. Just because she broke up with you, you don’t have to be such a cunt.” Zoe said.
Well, that’s different. A lot going on here. Trouble in paradise? Who is the crazy one here I thought. Jan was moving up the chart.
***
Then things got really interesting.
Zoe and Jan led the car parade to Zoe’s home. At a stoplight I was right behind them, it looked like they were arguing. Probably over Becky. I am proud that Zoe is defending her. Jan is insensitive, Becky is sensitive. Nature of their talents as I have learned from being an agent.
Zoe is doing well, it wasn’t an MDL LA listing, however very impressive drive-up appeal like the club.
Even better inside. Either she was a brilliant interior design and decorator savant, or she outsourced. Either way, I was blown away with the attention to detail. The perfect furniture in every room, the colors of the walls a perfect match. Clean but classy look to every room. I was impressed, my place looked like a frathouse in comparison. It wasn’t one, but it was just such a stark difference.
“Zoe, once again I am impressed! Come to LA and fix my place.”
Jan jumped in, “Yeah, not bad for a flophouse.”
I couldn’t tell if that was a joke or jealously. Jan was losing her shine.
“Let’s look at the bedrooms.” Zoe in charged on.
There were three bedrooms. Each had their own ensuite bathrooms with king size beds. All up to the design and decoration standard of the rest of the home. The master though was the exception. Bigger bed, better decorations, larger bathroom. All to be expected for a master.
We headed back to the living room. Big, sumptuous couch, love seat and reclining chairs centered to a 80 inch wall mounted TV above the gas log fireplace Zoe had fired up.
We all settled on the couch. The ladies surrounding me. The doorbell rang. I jumped up on high alert.
Zoe said, “I think that is the food.”
I said, “I got it.”
I slowly opened the door by standing off to the side. The person didn’t see anyone.
“Uh, hello, delivery for Zoe Snyder.”
I stepped into the doorway.
“Hi! This is the place. Let me show you to the kitchen.”
There were two of them carrying lots of food.
They left.
We ate like ravenous dogs in the kitchen.
Jan and I moved to the couch while Zoe put up the leftovers.
Jan put her arm around me, “I am yours all night. Let’s get started ASAP. I love your cock more than Zoe’s pussy.”
“Really? After what we just went through? I don’t know.”
I saw Zoe heading to her master bedroom.
“Come on, it will be fine. She will be in there for a while.”
“Ok, let’s go.” I said reluctantly. I am so weak when it comes to sex.
We entered one of the bedrooms. She closed and locked the door which seemed weird.
“Take your clothes off,” she ordered.
“Ladies first,” I responded.
She pushed me onto bed. I sat on the edge.
She swayed provocatively in front of me slowly pulling her dress down revealing more and more of her breasts. There was my dried cum on one of them that she missed in cleanup. Her dress fell to the floor, she stepped out of it, a small piece of sheer lace covering her pussy. When she moved in close, I pulled her pussy cover to the floor. I moved in close to kiss her lips, then sucking on one lip, then the other reserving her clitoris for better things. I moved forward and met her. I inserted my tongue deep inside holding position.
Then there were gunshots.
“What was that?” she said.
“Get dressed, those were gunshots.”
I ran out the bedroom heading to the front bay window, ducking low.
“Daddy, were those gunshots?” Zoe shouted from her bedroom door.
“Yes, get down low. Jan was in that bedroom. When she comes out tell her to get down low.”
I looked out and could see a body on the street, nothing else.
“Zoe, get your pea shooter now! Someone was shot out on the street.”
She crawled back to the bedroom. She yelled at Jan coming out of the bedroom, “Get low, someone was shot on the street.”
Jan obediently dropped and army crawled to me.
“Can you tell who it is?”
“No, too dark.”
Zoe was back with the gun.
“Zoe, have you shot it before?”
“Yes, at a gun range several times.”
“Good, position yourself to the right of the doorway, because the door opens to the left. If anyone breaks down or opens the door, shoot them unless Jan recognizes them.”
“Jan, go to that small window to the right of the big bay window. Keep low but peek out to see if anyone if coming. If so, warn Zoe. Whoever has their phone, call 911 to report the shooting and request an ambulance.
“Daddy, I have my phone. Where are you going?”
“Out there, I need to neutralize the threat.”
“But Daddy, you don’t have a gun, take mine.”
“Zoe, I am good. I have done this before. I have my phone. Call it now then turn on the voice recorder app.”
“Got it Daddy. Hello. Recording in progress.”
We have a communication channel, record of events and coordination now.
I moved to the back of the house, exiting on to the patio, evaluating any threats. Nothing. I moved to the front along the side landscaped with bushes and trees. Lots of cover. No threats. At the front, I scanned the street. Nothing obvious, but I knew better. But I had to go, if it was Billy, minutes might make the difference between life and death. I sprinted to the the victim.
I made it, no gunshots, nothing. It was Billy on the street..
“Billy, can you hear me?”
A groan, some movement, I saw the blood under him.
“It hurts bad Mr. Jason. Worse than an NFL blindside hit. Take my gun.”
He picked up his hand but didn’t have the strength to hold it and it clanged to the street. I quickly picked it up, the safety was off already. I did a 360 to check for threats. I noticed Jan was in the bay window standing up looking at us.
“Zoe, tell Jan to get down.”
Too late, gunshot, the glass shattered, she fell down. Shit, shit, shit! Where was the shooter?
“Daddy, should I help Jan?” she was crying.
“Yes, go to her. Grab any cloth and place it where you see blood. If she is not breathing, do CPR Do you know how to do that?”
Sobbing, she said yes.
“Call 911 again, I don’t hear sirens.”
“I will, I … I …”
In a calm voice I said, “Zoe, she needs you. Be strong. Help is on the way.”
A shot over my head, I saw where it came from.
“Billy, I have to get this guy. Can I leave you?”
“Yes, Mr. Jason don’t wait. Get him now. I am good.”
“Billy, my name is Jason. Don’t call me Mr. Jason again or I will have to kill you.”
He laughed. Good sign. From what I could see and my experience the wound was not life threatening.
“Jason, go get that mother fucker!”
Inspired by Billy, I rolled to the other side of the street. I saw Ralphie or his hired gun break from position and start running.
I bought Zoe’s house after closely examining the neighborhood. Sorry, once a Dad always a Dad.
I remembered the neighborhood layout, the yards, the fences, the streets. My assessment – he parked on the feeder street into the neighborhood and walked in.
I cut through one yard scaling the fence, then the next, then the next — a shortcut to the feeder street. I paused at the front of the last house, It faced the feeder street. A jacked up pickup truck parked on the feeder street. I fought in the streets in Afghanistan, this should be easier. I saw him. He was a whole block away on the dark street.
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