Chapter 9

I drove home and arrived about twenty minutes to midnight. Lynda was sleeping soundly in my mother’s bed, so I decided to go to my room and crash. I did notice that Cassie’s mother SUV was back, so I was hoping to see her in the morning. As I laid in bed that night, I struggled to keep my anger in control. As much as seeing Destin, Mark, Ted, Darren and Josh spend years in jail, I wanted to hurt them. In fact, I wanted to kill them. I’m not sure when I fell asleep, but it took a while.

I woke up the next morning to the sun streaming through the opening between the two curtains. I rolled over on my back and put my arm across my face to block the light. About ten minutes later, I got up and went to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. I was sitting at the kitchen table when Lynda walked in the room when a white t-shirt and blue panties on.

“Hey baby, came in late last night?” she asked.

“Close to midnight ... I checked on you, but you were sleeping.” I replied.

“Next time wake me up and fuck me.” she giggled, sitting down next to me.

“Lynda, can I tell you something that I just found out about my mom. But ... you can never say anything to anyone about it.” I asked sincerely.

“I promise.” she said.

“I’m pretty sure that I know the people that killed my mom.” I stated.

“What ... how do you know?” she replied, extremely agitated.

“Just from things that have been said here and there.” I answered.

“Did you call the police?” she inquired.

“No ... I didn’t.” I answered.

“Why not ... tell them so they can arrest them.” she pleaded.

“I am not sure that’s what I want.” I replied.

“You don’t want them to go to jail?” she asked, confused.

“Not really ... I want to kill them myself.” I responded.

“Chris don’t be silly...” she answered.

“Lynda, I am not being silly ... I really want to kill each and every one of them.” I said, in an angry tone.

“Chris, I understand how you feel but that’s not the answer. Besides, you think that you could kill ... just like that?” she inquired.

“Oh, I have the ability to kill ... the only thing is ... I may get caught.” I replied.

“So, you just kill all of them ... No problem.” she laughed.

“No, I kill them one at a time. Make them sweat to see who is next. Maybe after one or two someone confesses, who knows?” I threw out there.

“Chris, I’m not going to talk about this anymore. If you really think you know, call the detective.” Lynda said, getting up and going back to her bedroom.

About an hour later, Lynda came out and told me she was going to use my mother’s vehicle and go shopping at the mall. She promised to be back in three to four hours and asked if I needed anything. I told her no and she went out the side door.

I was just about finished cleaning the kitchen when I heard the side door open. I turned to head in that direction when I heard a familiar voice.

“Hey Chris, you here?” Cassie called out.

“Yea Cassie, in the kitchen.” I called back.

Cassie closed the door and walked toward me appearing in the kitchen door. She had on a pair of tight spandex white shorts with a tight white tank top. She looked amazing as she walked towards me. She fell into my arms and kissed me exactly like we had not seen each other in over a week. In took her several minutes to get her tongue out of my mouth.

“Wow, did I miss you.” she claimed.

“I missed you too Cassie.” I replied.

“Is your aunt here now...” Cassie asked.

“No, she went shopping.” I replied.

“Good, let’s fuck...” she giggled grabbing my hand.

She led me to my room and jumped on the king size bed immediately. She leaned over and untied her white sneakers and threw them to the floor. She peeled off her white tank top and tossed it aside. She pulled her shorts down her muscular legs and tossed them at me. She immediately put her right hand between her legs and started rubbing her clit.

I stripped down quickly and laid down next to her taking her in my arms. Just from the way she kissed me, I knew she was good to go. I pulled her body on top of mine and grabbed her hips. She lifted up and grabbed my hard dick and pushed it inside her wet pussy. She closed her eyes as she took me in slowly.

“Fuck, I missed this dick...” she moaned, rocking back and forth on me.

“Damn you just missed my dick and not me?” I asked, pretending to be emotionally hurt.

“Yep, that’s pretty much it.” she giggled, rubbing my cheek.

I knew from the look on her face she was not going to last long. Cassie’s cheeks and neck area were already a dark shade of pink. I grabbed her hips firmly and guided her back and forth on my erection. It took about a minute before her body tensed up and her body began to shake above me. The sight of Cassie in mid orgasm somehow triggered something inside of me and seconds later I was shooting hot cum deep inside of her. She fell forward and laid on my chest trying to catch her breath.

“Oh God, I needed that...” she panted.

“Fucking glad I could help.” I laughed.

Cassie exploded in laughter and could not stop. Within a few seconds she was laughing so hard, she had tears streaming down her cheeks. She finally composed her and leaned over and kissed me passionately. After a few seconds she pulled away from me her face only inches from mine.

“I can’t begin to tell you how much I missed you.” she admitted.

“Wait now ... just a few minutes ago you said you missed my dick.” I replied.

“Oh, hush you...” she giggled.

“Yes ma’am.” I laughed.

We talked for a while then got dressed and wait out and got some lunch. Over lunch, I repeated the conversation I had with Lynda about being pretty sure that “The Crew” was involved somehow in my mother’s death. Cassie as well understood my anger, but she urged me to tell the police as well. As with Lynda, I swore Cassie to secrecy in this matter. Cassie went home to take a shower and Lynda came back about fifteen minutes later with a handful of shopping bags.

“Hey babe, what’s up?” she asked.

“Not much. Cassie came over and we had lunch. She just left a few minutes ago but will be back later.” I answered.

“Did you fuck her?” Lynda giggled.

“Yes, I did.” I replied.

“Damn, I would have loved to watch that.” Lynda stated, laughing again.

“Maybe next time.’, I offered.

I laid on the sofa for quite some time thinking about my options dealing with my mother’s death. Against my better judgement, I picked up the phone and called Detective Wilson. He answered Immediately.

I explained to him what had transpired in the last few weeks, first with Chrissy and then with Maggie. He seemed very interested and told me that he would speak with his captain about how to proceed in this matter. He promised he would get back to me shortly.

After the call, I left for the gym to work out with Master Garcia and the advanced class. When I got to the gym, I explained to Master Garcia what I had done concerning my mother’s death. He was pleased that I was not going to take matters into my own hands, but he admitted that he could not begin to imagine how he would feel in the same situation. We worked out for over two hours before he landed a serious kick to my neck. After checking me out, he suggested that was enough for the night.

On the ride home, Detective Wilson called and explained to me what they had planned out. They were going to ask all of them to come in for an interview one by one. See perhaps who reacted to what line of questioning. Either they had been contacted directly or one of their parents had been notified. No one was told what they were being asked in for, but it would start tomorrow at ten in the morning. Detective Wilson told me that if I wanted to be there, he could put me behind the glass where they could not see me, but I could see and hear them. I told him; I would be there.

When I got home, I explained to Lynda what I had did and she seemed pleased. She also told me that her lawyer had served Jack with divorce papers earlier in the day. He had called her earlier in the day ranting and raving until she finally hung up on him. He had tried to call back several times, but she admitted she would not answer the phone.

Later that evening Cassie called and informed me that she wanted to pick up something to eat and join Lynda and I for dinner. I asked Lynda what she wanted but all I got was the traditional “it doesn’t matter”. I told Cassie that it was up to her to choose what we were going to have.

About an hour and a half later Cassie came through the side door with two large paper bags in her hands. She walked through the living room and went into the kitchen where she put the bags on the table. She had changed into long black yoga pants and a small half white shirt that showed her firm stomach. As usual, she looked amazing.

She started pulling wrapped items out of the bag and setting them on the table She told me she had bought muffuletta’s for everyone along with fries and onion rings. She placed one sandwich bag in the bag stating that was for her mother.

“Ask your mom to come over and eat with us.” I offered.

“You sure?” she asked.

“Of course...” I replied.

Cassie went out the side door quickly and returned about ten minutes later with her mother. She seemed a bit nervous but walked over to the table where Lynda and I were sitting.

“Lynda, Chris this is my mother, Leigh.” she stated.

“I’ve already met Chris but it’s nice to meet you, Lynda.” she stated, shaking Lynda’s hand.

Cassie and her mom sat down and joined us for dinner. As usual the women dominated the conversation but that was just fine by me. We had a nice time, and everyone helped clean up. It was the first time that I spent any time with Cassie’s mother, and she seemed nice. Leigh was just about to leave when she asked me if I would walk her home. This was a bit of a strange request since she lived right next door, but I got up and followed her outside.

“Chris, I just want to thank you for everything that you have done for Cassie. She is a completely different person than she was a year ago.” Leigh said.

“I didn’t do anything, Cassie did it all herself.” I replied.

“Look, I know everything that happened and that fact that you took up for her means a lot. You also have not judged her and the two of you are spending time together which I think is great. Then pushing her in the gym like you did. She has so much self-confidence now ... Thank you so much.” she said, taking my hand in hers.

“You’re welcome ... But give her most of the credit. She’s a remarkable girl and spending time with her is easy.” I replied.

Leigh let my hand go and walked up the steps to her front porch as I walked back to my house. As soon as I entered the door, Cassie was waiting for me with Lynda right behind her.

“Uh, why were you holding my mother’s hand?” she asked, with a smile on her face.

“Why jealous?” I laughed.

“Maybe.” she giggled.

“We were just talking.” I replied.

“You two were talking and holding hands.” she asked.

“Yep, that about does it.” I answered, walking past the two of them.

I went to the living area and sat down on the sofa with both in tow. I know Lynda was ready to go to bed, but I was hoping she would keep her mouth closed about the two of us. I was not quite sure about how Cassie would think of me sleeping with my aunt. I knew that Lynda found Cassie very attractive which might be another problem.

“You’re not going to give it up about my mom, huh?” Cassie asked.

“Nope, get over it sunshine.” I answered, quickly.

“You’re not going to get anywhere with a woman with that attitude, Chris.” Lynda laughed.

“Maybe he already got everything he wants.” Cassie giggled.

“Do tell, Cassie.” Lynda replied.

“Uh-huh.” she giggled.

“Well, what have I been missing?” Lynda asked.

“Ask Chris.” Cassie answered.

“Why ask me, you two are having no problem discussing my personal life so far.” I commented.

Cassie and Lynda seemed to be having a good time at my expense so far. I was just nervous that perhaps Lynda would inadvertently say something she should not. Lynda knew some things that might make Cassie feel very uncomfortable with me.

Thankfully, the topic changed to clothes, so I thought I had dodged a bullet. They were talking about where to find decent clothes in town, so I got up and went and refilled my glass of tea. I had just walked back into the living room when I heard the conversation had returned to sex. Apparently, Cassie was acknowledging her bad experience at the party with her ex-boyfriend Will. Lynda was listening intently as Cassie described the ordeal.

“Guys can be such assholes sometimes.” Lynda remarked.