Desmond looked up when he heard the jangle of the bell over the door of his shop. Jack, his employee, was working the floor and Desmond watched as he approached the three girls that came in. They appeared to all be dressed very much alike and he wondered if they were related or just friends. They certainly looked like they were related. He went back to the job he was doing. The fret board on the old Ibinez was badly worn and he was replacing it. Its owner had dropped it off last week and he was finally getting around to fixing it. Desmond sold instruments, but he repaired them too and that was a lot of his business. He heard Jack talking to the girls and then footsteps approaching. He looked up and Jack was coming around the counter.
"Hey, Des; can you help those girls? They want to do a special order."
"Sure, send them back to the office," he said.
He put down the Ibinez and went back to his office and sat behind his desk. Jack brought the three girls in and introduced them. "These girls have a band and they want some stuff with their name on them," he said. "This is Molly. She's the lead singer and she plays bass. Janet plays guitar and Rachael plays drums."
He stood up and they shook his hand. "You girls a power trio?" he asked.
They laughed. "We're a trio, but I don't know about the power," Molly said.
"What kind of equipment are you looking for?" He asked.
"A double bass with our band name on them," Rachael said.
"Do you want it built in, or can we just put a sticker on them?"
"I don't know," she said. "We didn't know what we could do. That's why we needed to talk to someone."
"Well, putting a vinyl sticker on what you're using now would be the cheapest way to go. Replacing the set with something custom built would be the most expensive. I don't know how the vinyl would stand up to you beating on them. I can find out for you. Anything else?"
"Yes, we want three monitors with our names on the back so the crowd can see them," Molly said.
"I can do that," he said. "Let me show you some stuff."
He got out some catalogues and came around where they were sitting on the leather sofa. Molly and Rachael slid apart so he could sit between them. They looked at some brands and the girls picked out what they wanted. He noticed that they smelled very nice and they weren't shy about leaning up against him to look at the products.
"Do any of you paint?" he asked.
"I do," Molly said. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, I'll make a stencil and lay out the letters and then you can paint them on," he told her. "I'm not much of an artist."
"Ok," she said. "What about the drums?"
"Let me talk to a vinyl guy," he said. "We'll find out whether it will work and I'll let you know. I'll save you the money if it will work."
Molly looked up at him. He noticed she had amazing eyes. They were gray and very light colored; making quite a contrast with her black hair and clear, pale complexion.
"Thanks, man," she said. "I appreciate that. We were ready to buy new drums."
"I try to help starving artists when I can. I know it's tough. Where are you girls playing?"
"The Lighthouse," she told him. "Come by and listen to us."
The Lighthouse was a pretty popular place. He thought they must be good to get that gig. "I might," he said. "Are you a cover band or do you do your own stuff?"
"Both," Molly said. "Janet writes most of our stuff we do. We do maybe a third covers."
"What kind of music?" he asked.
"Well, that depends on the venue," Janet said. "We can do metal all the way to some country stuff. Our stuff is kind of alternative. Do you play, Mr. Jones?"
"Please, my Dad is Mr. Jones. I'm Desmond, and yes I do play."
"What do you play?" Molly asked.
"Anything with strings," he said. "I'm not that good with guitars, I don't like them much. I play banjo, mandolin, violin, cello, stuff like that. I play keyboards and horns too. I can beat a drum a little too."
"Want to jam with us sometime?" Rachael asked.
"I doubt I'm up to you girl's level," he said.
"Oh, come on," Molly said. "I'd love to do some stuff that takes those instruments. What horns to you play?"
"Sax and flute," he told her.
"Cool," Janet said. "Will you jam with us?"
"You want me to haul all that stuff out to where you play?"
"Plug us in here," Molly said. "We'll play your stuff. You've got some nice half stacks out there."
It was Friday and Saturday was a big day for the store. They were closed Sunday so he asked them if they wanted to come back Sunday. They did and they agreed to meet for lunch and come back and play. This was going to be fun, he thought.
Desmond had a small recording studio in the back and he and Jack got it set up Saturday evening after they closed. He had no idea what kind of equipment they used so he texted Janet. They didn't care so he used Gibson guitars and TAMA Starclassic maple drums. He had some Marshal JVM 410's and he hooked them up. He met the girls for lunch at Logan's Roadhouse and they were dressed differently than the first time he saw them. They didn't look so much like sisters now. They sat at a circular booth and they slid in on each side of him. They talked and laughed while they ate and they seemed very comfortable with him. After lunch they walked down to the store and he showed them his little studio. They loved it. He had an old ES 335 and Janet fell in love with it. It looked a little big for her but she played it like a dream.
They asked him if he knew "Moaning Lisa Smile," by Wolf Alice. He did and they played it. They were very good. Molly had a voice to die for. It was low and husky, sounding bit like a young Joan Jett. She could sing sweet too and do that metal screech on a couple of Halestorm numbers. They did "Can I Get An Amen" and "Mayhem" and it was great. He did a sax run in the middle and then they did some folk numbers with banjo and fiddle parts. Desmond was feeling good and he thought it wasn't bad. The girls loved it. They played a couple of their original numbers and he was impressed. They played for three hours and then they said goodbye and left.
It was a great time and he enjoyed it a lot. Wednesday, he was surprised to get a text from Molly. She asked if he wanted to go out for lunch. "Like on a date?" he texted back.
His phone rang and it was her. She was laughing. "Not on a date, silly. You'll have to ask me if you want to go on a date. I have something I want to talk to you about. Actually we all talked about it and I got appointed to talk to you."
He hadn't really thought about asking her on a date. She seemed out of his league. "Will you go on a date with me, Molly?" he asked.
"I might," she said. "Let's get this other thing out of the way first. Then you can ask me again."
They met at Appleby's and she kissed him on the cheek. He felt a little awkward but she seemed fine and he quickly relaxed. They ordered and made small talk while they waited for their food. It didn't take long and they continued to talk while they ate. They got a beer after lunch and she seemed a little hesitant.
"What is it, Molly?" he asked.
"Well, we really liked the way we sounded at the studio the other day," she said. "It's two things, really. First, we wanted to ask you if we could rent your studio to practice?"
"I don't see why not," he said. "I don't use it that much. I'll get you some keys made. What's the other thing?"
"Well, we were wondering if you'd play some local gigs with us. We think you really add something to our sound we like."
"I don't know, Molly. I don't play professionally. I don't want to get into the scene that much. I like what I do."
"I won't beg, Desmond," she said. "I knew you might not want to. Will you at least think about it?"
"Ok, but I don't think I will," he said. "I might change my mind, but don't get your hopes up."
"Whatever you decide is ok," she said. "We won't put any pressure on you. Will you come to our practice tomorrow? We'll play at the studio. I want you to come to one of our shows too before you decide, ok?"
He agreed to both things and they got another beer. "You were going to ask me something else," she said.
He couldn't think of what it was. She started laughing and it came to him. "Oh, that. Will you go on a date with me, Molly?"
"No," she said.
He was crestfallen and a little angry. "Why in the hell did you want me to ask you then?"
She was instantly contrite. "I'm sorry Desmond. I don't mean 'no' permanently. Once you decide about the other thing, I'll go on a date with you. I just didn't want you to think I was trying to sweeten the pot. I'll still go out with you, even if you say no."
He laughed. "I see. Well, that would be a pretty hefty bribe. Let me think about it."
He paid the check and walked her to the bus stop. She kissed his cheek again when she saw the bus coming. "I really like you, Desmond," she said. "Don't wait too long to make up your mind."
His brain was spinning as he walked back to the store. Molly had said she would go on a date with him! All the girls wanted him to play with them! He wasn't really interested in doing the club scene. He'd done that once and hated it. Most of his dislike had been the people he played with. Maybe it would be different playing with these sweet girls. He didn't know what to do. If he decided to play with them, would that make it weird with Molly? He didn't sleep much that night. He left work early the next day so he wouldn't have to see the girls when they came in to practice.
He fell asleep on the sofa after dinner and was awakened by his phone buzzing in his pocket. He looked at it and he had a text from Molly. "Where you @?"
"Home," he texted her.
"We were hoping you'd play with us," she sent back.
"Still thinking," he wrote.
She sent him a smiley face emoticon and he laid his head back on the sofa. He still hadn't made up his mind the next morning and he went to the store with a headache. He took a couple of Ibuprophen and by noon he was feeling better. The vinyl guy had called and said the stickers would work fine. He dropped them off shortly after lunch and showed Desmond the stencil he had made. Desmond taped it to the three monitors and went back to the storeroom to find paint. He heard the bell jangle and soon the sound of female voices coming down the hall. The three girls opened the door and came in.
"Hey, girls; I've got the stickers and the monitors are set up," he told them.
"Good," Janet said. "We aren't here about that though."
"What is it? Studio not working out?" he asked.
"No, that's good too. We're here for an answer, Desmond. We think you should play with us. Will you do it?" Rachael asked him.
"I really hate to disappoint you, but I don't think I want to," he said.
"Why not?" Janet asked. "Let's talk about it."
"Well, first, I don't think I'm good enough," he said. "The second thing is, I like my work. I have a business to run here; a nice business. I'm not rich, but I'm doing well and it's getting better all the time. Third, I'm afraid it will make things weird with Molly."
They looked at her. "Molly?" Janet said.
She laughed. "I kind of said I would go out with him," she said. "I told him I wouldn't until he made up his mind."
"Oh, my God," Rachael said. "You two have to get married!"
"What on earth are you talking about?" Desmond asked.
"In a couple of years they have built
A home sweet home
With a couple of kids running in the yard
Of Desmond and Molly Jones," Rachael sang.
"Oh, my God! The old Beatles song," Molly exclaimed.
All four of them exploded into laughter. "Now you have to take her hand while she sings, "Ob-la-di," Janet gasped.
"We can never get married!" Desmond laughed.
"Why not?" Molly asked.
"I could never afford a 20 carat golden ring!"
The hooted with laughter and when they could breathe again the girls became serious. "That's just bullshit about you not being good enough," Rachael said. "We understand about your store and we promise that our gigs won't interfere with it. I can't say anything about the last thing. That's up to you and Molly. I can't believe you already snagged him like that, Molly."
Molly walked up to Desmond and took his hands. "Desmond, I'll go out with you either way, but I promise not to make it weird if you play with us. Please? Just give it a try. Come to our gig at the Lighthouse tomorrow night. Bring your banjo and your sax and play two numbers with us. We'll rehearse tonight and do them tomorrow. Please?"
Janet and Rachael added their voices and Desmond surrendered. "Ok, one session. I won't travel if you go out of town though. Don't ask me, ok?"
They promised not to ask and each girl kissed him. They left and that night they worked two numbers into their set with him playing.
When he got to the Lighthouse the place was packed. Evidently the girls were quite a draw. The bouncer didn't want to let him in but he texted Molly and she came and got him. She was wearing black leather pants and a little red top that didn't cover much. She looked delicious. Desmond had noticed how cute she was, but she looked adorable tonight. She had a very tiny waist and the top showed how it flared out into slim but sexy hips. She was obviously not wearing a bra and her breasts bounced and jiggled as she walked him backstage.
She took him into the dressing room and Janet and Rachael were there, dressed identically. These were stunning women, he realized. They both ran to hug him and Molly pressed herself against him in front. Her eyes were shining pools of gray and he could feel her erect nipples rubbing against his chest. Janet and Rachael went back to their makeup and Molly stayed pressed against him.
"Playing always makes me horny," she whispered. "We play better turned on."
Desmond didn't know if that was the secret or not, but they did play better than he had ever heard them. Molly put on quite a show and Janet was spot on with her riffs and solos. The crowd loved the two numbers he did with them and Molly rubbed up against him all the time he was playing. When they got back to the dressing room she never moved away from him for a minute.
"Desmond, you were awesome; we were awesome. Thank you so much for playing with us," Rachael told him.
Both she and Janet gave him a hug. "Molly, what did you think," Janet asked.
"I think I'm ready for that date now," she said. "Desmond, can we go somewhere?"
He took her out to eat wings and they sat together in a booth. She was stuck to him like glue. They talked and giggled together like high school kids and when he paid the check she leaned over and whispered in his ear."
"Desmond, I want to spend the night with you."
"Really?" He couldn't believe this gorgeous girl was so attracted to him. "I'd love that, Molly. Are you always this horny after a show?"
"Yes, but I don't always have such a great guy," she said.
He took her home and she prowled around his place for a minute. "I love your apartment," she said. "Do you have something I could put on if I take a shower? I'm sort of sweaty from the show."
"I have a better idea," he said. "How about we shower together and then you don't put anything on?"
"I like the way you think," she said.
She led him to the bathroom and he quickly shed his clothes so he could watch her take hers off. She pulled off her little red top and her luscious breasts bounced as she tossed it onto his pile of clothes. She was spectacular. Her breasts weren't huge, but they were full and firm. She had small areolas and cute little pink nipples that capped breasts that turned up at the tips a little. Her skin was milky and he watched in fascination and she pulled down the leather pants and little red panties. She was as bare as a baby and puffy lips peeked out from between her thighs. Her legs were long and elegant and she had tiny feet.
She licked her lips as she looked him over. She liked what she saw. Desmond was thin and fit. He had been a competitive swimmer in high school and college and he had never stopped. He had the thick shoulders and chest that showed the work and her breath caught in her throat when she saw his cock.
"Jesus, Desmond; that's quite a surprise you've been hiding there!"
He blushed a little. "I didn't want to disappoint you," he grinned. "All rock stars have big packages, I've heard. You've probably seen them all."
"I've seen the cod pieces they wear," she laughed. "You might not believe this, Desmond, but I've never slept with a man before."
"Really? I seem to be saying that a lot. It's hard to believe, Molly. I can't believe a woman that looks like you has never had sex!"
"I didn't say I'd never had sex," she said.
He turned the water on and they got in. "You mean you've slept with women, don't you?" he said.
"Anyone I know?" he teased.
"Janet and Rachael," she said. "We get so horny playing that we need some relief afterward. We almost always fuck after a show. I expect they're in bed together now."
The thought of those three incredible girls together had Desmond hard as a rock. "Jesus, Molly, that's so hot."
"Yes, they're very hot, Desmond. I love them both, you know."
"What do they think about you and me?" he asked.
"They're very happy for me," she said. "They wish they were me."
They spent the next twenty minutes exploring each other's bodies and when he sank to his knees, his tongue buried in her hot little pussy, she cried out when she came. He turned the water off and dried her off. She returned the favor and he carried her to bed. He sank down on her and she felt amazing beneath him. She smelled like his shower gel and aroused girl and he loved her tight little body. He moved up to lock his lips to hers and she shivered as she felt the head of his cock against her pussy. She was very wet and he slid easily between her lips and into her creamy tunnel. She caught her breath in a gasp as he slid into her and her hands shot up to push against his chest.
"Damn, Desmond; you're huge! Slow, baby; I haven't had anything that big in me."
He eased in until he felt his pelvic bone touch her. There was almost a panicked look in her eyes as he moved to claim her lips again.
"Jesus Christ," she breathed. "Are you all the way in? I don't think I can take any more!"
"You've got it all," he told her.
She relaxed a little and he slid back a little before returning to her depths. "Ah," she said when he bottomed out again. She made that cute little sound every time he moved for a while until her voice rose in volume and pitch and she was groaning at each thrust. He felt her thighs begin to tremble and he could feel the tension gathering in her little body beneath him. He fastened his lips to one little nipple as she arched her back and she exploded, cuming repeatedly as he shot off like a hose inside her tight depths. He had never had an orgasm that felt so powerful or lasted so long and she was still shuddering beneath him when he became lucid again. He continued to pump her and never lost his erection. She came five more times before he went over the edge and came inside her again.
They collapsed limply to the bed and he pulled her over on top of him, his now deflating cock still inside her. She cried a little as she rested her head on his chest.
"Are you ok, Molly?" he asked.
"I'm so ok I can't believe it," she whispered. "Jesus you're a good lover, Desmond. I could get used to this."
He fucked her three more times during the night and in the morning they stayed in bed, cuddling and napping until after noon when he found the energy to fuck her again. She got up on shaky legs and went to shower again. She came out and rummaged around in his drawers until she found one of his old Marine Corps sweatshirts and a pair of shorts she could wear. He thought she looked incredibly sexy in his clothes and he went and showered too. They went out to IHOP for breakfast and she wanted him to take her home. She made him wait while she went inside and when she came back she had a bag packed.
"Can I stay with you this weekend?" she asked as she threw her bag in his back seat.
"It looks like I'm saying yes," he laughed. "I can't think of anything I'd like more."
She never left. She stayed with him all week and after two months he asked her to move in to stay. He played with them two nights a week when they were in town and after two years he asked her to marry him. The ring wasn't 20 carats, but it was two and she loved it. They bought a house near the store and two years later Amanda was born. Dray followed two years later and sure enough, there were a couple of kids running in the yard of Desmond and Molly Jones.
He worked at the store and the kids went to work with him every day. When they started school, they came to the store every afternoon after school and did their homework in his office. Molly was still singing with the band and she felt like they were on the verge of a breakthrough. Having the kids had set them back a little, but she wanted them and thought they were worth it. The kids loved their mother very much and thought she was the coolest person on earth.
When Amanda was nine and Dray was seven, Molly came home from the club very excited. She woke them up and gathered her family on the sofa to tell them the news. "We've been invited to play a huge show in Oklahoma," she told them. "A producer from a big record label invited us and if he likes us he's going to offer us a contract!"
They were all very excited and she was surrounded by her admirers. After the kids went off to bed she took Desmond to bed and fucked his brains out. She was so horny she couldn't stop cuming and he had to cover her mouth to keep her from waking the kids as she screamed into his hand.
Janet and Rachael picked her up in the band's van the next morning and they all hugged and kissed Desmond and the kids goodbye. They would be gone for five days and Desmond hated to see them go. He and Molly had never been apart this long before and he was going to miss her.
He and the kids were asleep when they got back and he heard the shower running in the early morning before going back to sleep. He felt her climb in bed with him and cuddle up against him. She was still asleep in the morning and he let her rest while he got the kids off to school. He went to work and when he got home she was gone.
"Moll?" he called. "You home?"
She wasn't and the she didn't come home before the kids went to bed. She went and took a shower and when he came to bed she snuggled up against him. He wanted to make love to her, but she complained that she was very tired still so he just held her and went to sleep. It was Sunday and he slept in. When he got up she had breakfast ready and the kids were gone.
"Where did the kids go?" he asked her.
"They're staying with Janet and Rachael," she told him. "I need to talk to you Desmond."
"What's up, baby?" he asked. She led him to the sofa and pulled a chair up in front of him.
"I'm in trouble, Desmond," she said. "I don't want to tell you, but I did something I'm going to regret for the rest of my life." She began to cry and she sobbed hopelessly.
Desmond felt his chest go tight and he waited. She recovered enough to continue after a few minutes and the story came tumbling out.
She had desperately wanted that record contract and the band had nailed their set. The producer had loved them and told them he wanted to sign them to a contract. There were some details to work out and he wondered if Molly would be willing to go over the contract with him. She had been more than willing and they went back to the hotel. She had gone to his room and he got them drinks and they began to go over the contract. It was long and it took quite a while. She had several drinks and then she felt his hand on her leg. He had told her that this was a very big deal and that to seal the deal they should sleep together. She was horrified, but also very horny after the set and the alcohol had gone to her head. She let him fuck her.
The next morning she felt terrible. She was hung over and so remorseful about what she had done that she stayed in her room and cried all day. She wouldn't talk to Janet and Rachael and the trip home had been horrible. She thought they suspected what she had done and they didn't speak to her the whole way home.
"He has a video of me fucking him, Desmond," she sobbed. "He's blackmailing me and I let him fuck me again twice. He said he would send it to you if I didn't. He said he would show Janet and Rachael. They already hate me and I knew you would be so hurt that I just did it. Now he wants me to make a movie with other guys and I just can't. I would rather you know than do that. I'm in bad trouble, Des. He said he's going to put it on the internet!"
Desmond sat in shocked silence. He just felt numb. His brain wouldn't work for a long while. Molly threw herself at his feet and held his knees. "Say something, Des!"
He pushed her away. "I'm going to get that video," he told her. "Don't be here when I get back, Molly."
"What are you going to do?" she wailed. "Don't kill him, Desmond. You'll go to jail!"
She tried to throw her arms around him but he fended her off. "I swear to God, if you touch me, Molly, I'm going to puke," he said. "I don't want to hurt you. Don't be here when I come home. You're going to go over and explain this to the kids. I'll be by after a while to pick them up."
"No, Des; please talk to me. Please, I'm so sorry! I know I did a horrible thing. I swear to God I'll make it up to you somehow!"
She followed him into their bedroom and continued to beg while he rummaged around in his drawers. He finally pulled it all the way out and threw in on the floor with a crash. It splintered to pieces and Molly cried hysterically. He found what he wanted and carried it out of the house and got in his car. She tried to open the door but he locked it. He rolled the window down a crack.
"Don't be here when I get back," he said.
He backed out of the driveway and drove to the store. He got a couple of items and went back to the car. He knew where Jerry Sanfield lived. He had checked him out when he heard about the deal. The house was dark except for one light on the second floor. He sat in the car waiting. His phone buzzed and he saw that Molly was calling him. He turned the phone off and waited. After a couple of hours the light went off and he waited another hour. He reached across the seat and put on the ski mask and gloves he had brought. He kept a tazer at the store and he made sure it was charged. He took a plastic tie gun and several ties along with a roll of duct tape and put them in the pocket of his dark jacket and left the car.
There was a wall around the house and he walked down the alley and climbed over into the back yard. The pool lights made a soft illumination and he made his way to the sliding patio door. It was open. Evidently Sanfield trusted the wall to keep people out. That was a mistake. Desmond crept up the stairs to where he had seen the lighted window and eased the door open. It creaked a little and he froze. He could hear soft snoring inside and he walked quietly to the bed. Sanfield was alone and Desmond pressed the tazer against his neck and gave him a jolt as his eyes opened. Sanfield convulsed and went limp.
Desmond picked the man up and carried him down to the kitchen. He dropped him to the floor and stripped off his pajamas and underwear. He fastened the man's hands tightly behind his back with two plastic ties and put him in a kitchen chair with his hands through the rungs of the chair back. He secured his legs to the chair with ties and then strapped him in using the duct tape. He wrapped duct tape around the ties and then around Sanfield's eyes and over his mouth. He rummaged around the kitchen until he found a pair of poultry shears. He turned the lights off except the light in the hood over the stove and stood in the semi-darkness. He went and got a glass of water and splashed it over the man's face. He sputtered into consciousness and Desmond slapped him to get his attention.
Sanfield was making strangled sounds into the tape over his mouth and Desmond pulled the tape off of his eyes and mouth. Sanfield's eyes popped out when he saw the masked figure in front of him.
"Please, don't hurt me," he babbled. "I have money. I have jewelry too. I'll give you anything you want!"
Desmond made his voice low and gruff. "Yes, you're going to give me anything I want. I'm going to hurt you though."
He walked to the stove and turned the burner on. It was a gas range and the flame made a blue glow. Desmond rummaged around in a drawer and found a heavy metal spoon with a plastic handle. He put the spoon in the flame and waited.
"What are you doing?" Sanfield cried. Tears were streaming down his cheeks and he urinated on the chair.
When the spoon was glowing, Desmond took the poultry shears and showed them to Sanfield.
"What are you going to do with those?" Sanfield eyed them fearfully.
Desmond moved behind the chair and took Sanfield's right little finger in his hand. He put the poultry shears around it and let Sanfield feel the sharp jaws.
"Oh, my God! No, please don't; I'm begging you!" Sanfield screamed. "I'll do anything. I'll give you anything! What do you want?"
Desmond closed the jaws of the shears, cutting Sanfield's finger off at the first joint. The man spasmed and shrieked and the blood spurted. Sanfield passed out and Desmond went and retrieved the spoon. He used the glowing metal to cauterize the bloody stump and the searing metal wakened Sanfield who gave another agonized shriek.
"Please! Oh God, please! What do you want? Please don't kill me!"
"You have 27 more knuckles," Desmond told him. "This is going to be fun."
He dropped to his knees and repeated the process with Sanfield's left little toe. When he had revived Sanfield from unconsciousness he nodded.
"I forgot to count your toes," he said.
The man babbled incoherently and Desmond stood back for a minute. "I hear you make videos," he said. "Where do you keep them?"
"Please, I'll give them all to you," Sanfield begged. "Don't hurt me any more!"
"No, I guess I don't want them," Desmond said. He came forward and took Sanfield's prick in his gloved hand. "I think I want this!" He brought the poultry shears forward and squeezed Sanfield's dick gently between the metal jaws. It began to ooze blood and the bound man struggled wildly, screaming and pleading with Desmond.
"I'll give you the videos! Please, I have stars on those videos. They're worth a fortune! They're in my safe and I have copies on my computer! You can have them!"
"How do I know you don't have copies anywhere else?" Desmond asked.
"I don't! I swear to God I don't! I'm afraid to keep them anywhere else! I'll give you the combination and there's a lot of money in there too. You can take everything."
He gave Desmond the combination to the safe and there was a stack of about twenty DVD's inside. They were all labeled and Desmond saw that one said, "Molly Jones." He shook with fury. He went into Sanfield's office and tore apart his computer and took out the hard drive. He found a drawer with flash drives in it and took those too. Sanfield had a laptop and he broke it to pieces and took the hard drive from that too.
He walked back to the kitchen and got the poultry shears again. He knelt between Sanfield's legs and closed the shears around his prick. "The next time you think about fucking one of your stars you're going to remember this," he said. "You're going to remember how the jaws of these shears felt around your dick and you aren't going to be able to get it up. If you do, I'm going to come back and we're going to have another little session. The next time, I'm going to have more fun."
Sanfield collapsed, passed out again, and Desmond left him bound to the chair. He went out the back and climbed the wall. He got in his car and drove back toward where Janet and Rachael lived. He crossed a river just a couple of miles from their house and he stopped. He got out and threw the computer parts in the river along with the gloves and mask. He got back in the car and drove to pick up his children.
When he pulled up they must have been watching because they came running out. They were crying and Desmond's heart was breaking. Janet and Rachael came out too and they hugged the children and put them in the car. "Desmond, I'm so sorry," Janet said.
"Not your fault," he told her.
Molly came out of the house and tried to open the door to the car but Amanda locked it. "Go away!" she screamed at her mother. "We don't want to ever see you again!"
Desmond backed the car out of the driveway and they left Molly there, weeping in the driveway.
He drove home silently while his children cried in the back seat. When they got home he sat between them on the sofa and they had a long talk. Desmond's heart felt like it was going to tear in two, and he comforted them as best he could. They sobbed themselves to sleep and he carried them in and put them in his bed. He stood in the shower and let the water run over him for a long time. His mind kept picturing Molly standing in the shower with the water running over her beautiful body and he wept, great sobs shaking his body until he was emotionally drained. He went and got in bed with his children and at last he slept.
He woke up the next morning with a burning rage in his belly. He fixed breakfast for the kids in a haze and they went off to school. He hugged them and kissed them and they left. He sat on the sofa until he thought to call Jack and tell him he wasn't coming in today. About ten thirty his doorbell rang. It was Rachael and he didn't want to talk to her. He went back and sat down but she wouldn't go away. She kept ringing and knocking until he went back and looked through the peephole. She was crying on the steps and he couldn't stand it. He opened the door and she threw herself on him, sobbing into his chest. He felt the tears coursing down his own cheeks and he took her to the sofa and they held each other for a long time, just two friends full of heartache.
She got up and went to the bathroom. He heard the water running and she came back with a hand towel and a wet washcloth. She handed him the towel and sat back on the sofa with the rag over her face. That made him chuckle a little and she pulled it to one side and smiled up at him before putting it back.
"I'm a wreck, Desmond," she said. "What are we going to do?"
"I don't know," he said. "What did she tell you?"
"Everything," she said. "What are you going to do about the video?"
"I have it and about twenty more," he said. "Want to watch some porn?"
She laughed and then cried a little. "Burn them, Desmond. Don't watch that video. It will scar you. What did you do to Sanfield? Did you kill him?"
"No, I wanted to. I tortured him a little and he gave them up. He doesn't know it was me. I wore a mask and gloves. What would he say anyway? He was blackmailing musicians?"
"No, I don't suppose he would. What are we going to do about Molly?"
"I'm not going to do anything," he said. "You'll have to answer that question for yourself."
"Are you going to forgive her?"
"Forgive her? You didn't sit here with your kids while they cried their little broken hearts out! That isn't in me, Rachael."
"You're going to destroy her," she said. "You're going to destroy yourself too."
"I'm going to do that? I'm not the one that fucked some sleazy producer! I'm not the one that cheated. I'm not the one that put my fucking record deal in front of my family and the people that loved me. What do you mean; I'm going to do that? She's the one that destroyed herself, me and her kids! Rachael, I love you, but I don't want you to ever mention her to me again. If you do, I won't see you any more. I can't stand to think about her. It makes me sick at my stomach."
He did feel nauseous. He jumped up and ran to the bathroom and emptied his stomach into the toilet while Rachael ran her fingers through his hair. She cleaned his face with a washcloth and watched while he brushed his teeth.
"I'm going to have to mention her again," she said. "Janet and I talked. We won't play with her again. She asked if she could move back in with us. She's our friend, Desmond. We went to high school together. She's a cheating slut, but she's still our friend. Do you want us to turn her out in the street?"
"No, of course not," he said. "Do whatever you need to. I know you won't abandon her. I don't expect you to. I just can't stand to think about her. You two are welcome here or in the store any time. Just keep her away from me."
"We don't control her, but we won't bring her around," she said. "Are you going to divorce her?"
"I haven't thought about it," he said. "Rachael, I need you to go now. You can come back tomorrow or any time but I need to be alone."
She stood on tiptoe and kissed his cheek and hugged him. "I love you, Desmond," she said. "I wish I had asked you out first. Do you want to fuck me or Janet? We would, you know. We'd have done it years ago if it weren't for Molly. Would that make you feel better?"
"No! I mean, I always thought you were hot, but that would make me and you just like her."
"I know. I just ... never mind. I do love you Desmond and I'll do anything to help you."
He squeezed her. "I know. I love you too,"
After she left, he sat in his recliner for a long time and mindlessly watched TV. He felt like his brain was paralyzed. He noticed the clock after a while and went to pick the kids up from school. On the way he had an idea and when they came out they walked with his arms over their shoulders.
"How would you guys like to go on a vacation?" he asked them. "I think we need to get away for a while and just relax and clear our heads. Let's go to Florida and go to Disney and to the beach for a couple of weeks."
"What about school?" Mandy asked.
"To hell with them," he said. "We'll get your work and take it with us."
They were pretty excited about the idea and they went home and packed. When they got back they were feeling a lot better and things settled into a routine. Desmond spent every possible minute with them when he didn't have to work. He hired Janet and Rachael to work at the store so he wouldn't have to be there as much.