Unmeasured Consequences
Chapter 1

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Mult, Coercion, Lesbian, Heterosexual, Anal Sex, Analingus, Oral Sex, Safe Sex,

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - It was supposed to be a night of fun, and it was until she made a couple of bad decisions. The first was in the copious amount of alcohol she consumed, the second was a night of unprotected sex. The end results were what one would expect, and they were life altering. And then things just got worse.

Kathy was a single mother. A NEW single mother, on her own, in a new home, for the first time. The father of her son, Vince, was a good guy, just not husband material. He also wasn’t father material, being selfish and self-centered. So counting on him was not something that she was going to hold her breath on. But he did contribute to raising his son by giving her enough money to pay the rent and put food on the table. He also bought many of the baby things before Dylan was born. Even with his help, his line of work led her to think that he wouldn’t be there for them. You see, he was a drug dealer.

She didn’t know that when she moved in with him after she got pregnant, but the late night calls, being out all night, the low life friends he hung out with, were the first clues that there was more to him than what he showed. But the kicker was he never went to a job but always had money. Lots of money. To his credit he didn’t run away or abandon her when he found out she was pregnant. In fact he asked her to marry him but her sensibility kept her from saying yes. And with his financial support she moved out on her own.

Things were going pretty good for her and Dylan. But it began to fall apart a few months after Dylan was born. Vince came over late in the day, clearly agitated and nervous. He related to her that a car full of his friends were pulled over by the cops and were arrested for small amounts of drugs they had on them, but all the money they had was confiscated as well as the car. None of this would have been a problem by itself but when put together it hurt his business. He was out about ten grand, four of his dealers were very shaky and were afraid that the narcs would be targeting them. And since he bailed them out the cops were probably looking at him, not because his friends said anything, but because they all knew each other and he had bailed them out.

She tried reassuring him that everything would be okay and he had nothing to worry about. That seemed to have worked as Vince calmed down and thanked her for listening to him as he left. After seeing Vince leave she went through the apartment looking for anything that could be seen as drug paraphernalia and got rid of it just in case the cops came looking for Vince.

She was still on edge when two days later Vince stopped by, looking even worse than before. From what she could gather he was on his way to talk to the last dealer, he had to pick up the proceeds from his sales and to get an accounting of how much product he had so he could get some more for him. As he was about to turn on his street he saw several guys running into the front of the house, the lead guy holding a think long pipe in his hand. It was the cops, and they were raiding his friend’s house. He got out of there quickly, and not wanting to go home, came to her place.

She didn’t want him here, especially if the cops came after him. But she felt she owed him and let him stay the night. The next day Vince made several calls to find out what was going on with the dealer. His demeanor went from bad to worse as he found out that he was indeed arrested and was charged with distribution. They also confiscated all of the money found on him, 150K, along with twenty guns they found in another part of the house, it seems he was also a gun collector.

She could see that Vince was losing it as he hung up the phone. She tried to talk to him but he left the apartment quickly leaving her talking to herself as the door closed. At a loss to make of what happened she went to check on Dylan, who was still fast asleep. She kissed his head and went back to the front room and sat down on the coach, thankful that it was her day off from the diner.

A couple hours after dinner, with Dylan asleep in his crib, she sat down at the kitchen table to write checks to cover her bills when a knock on her door broke the silence. She got up and went to the door and looked out the peep hole where she could see a man in a business suit.

Ensuring the chain was on the door she opened it up enough to look out and asked, “Can I help you?”

He saw her and smiled warmly as he responded, “Hello, I’m sorry to bother you but I am looking for Kathy Samarillo?”

She frowned as she responded, “I’m Kathy, but my last name is Gouben.”

He wrinkled his brow and looked at the number on her door and said, “Oh. I was informed that Vince’s wife lived at this address.”

She looked down for a moment before saying, “I know Vince, but I’m not his wife.”

He nodded his head and quickly asked, “Do you have a son with him?”

She unknowingly nodded her head, “Yes.”

He smiled warmly again, “Ah, good, you are the person I am looking for. May I come in?”

She was unsure about letting him in, and when she hesitated, he responded, “My apologies, my name is Albert Gordon, Vince works for me.”

She knew the name, and when Vince talked of him he always mentioned that he was dressed sharply and in an expensive suit. Feeling more at ease she closed the door and removed the chain and let him in saying, “Please come in and have a seat. Vince mentioned your name and how well you dressed.”

He smiled and entered the apartment and stood next to a chair directly across from the coach and turned to her as she closed the door.

“What can I do for you Mr. Gordon?” she asked as she sat down on the coach.

After she sat down he took a seat in the chair and responded, “Please, call me Gordon.”

Gordon? “Okay, Gordon.” She directed him to the couch and after he sat down she sat in the chair to his right.

“Thank you. I am looking for Vince, he has not been returning my calls and his mother does not know where he is. I was hoping he might be here, but it doesn’t seem so. When was the last time you saw him?”

“This morning. Would you like something to drink?”

He waved his hand no as he replied, “Oh, no thank you. Did he say where he was going?”

She thought for a moment, the morning was hectic and disjointed and she couldn’t recall if he said where he was going, “No, he made a phone call and left.”

Gordon sat back for a moment, “Do you know where he could be?”

She wrinkled her nose and said, “Well, he’s rarely here, maybe once a week to see his son. If he’s not at his mom’s, he could be at Jimmi’s or by his cousin’s Sam. It’s been a while since we were together but he use to spend time at Junior’s bar. Outside of those places I mentioned I don’t know where else he could be.”

He shook his head and said, “I’ve tried those places, and several more, I have not find him. It seems that he has dropped off the face of the earth, which has me worried.”

“Is he in trouble?”

Gordon seemed to be mulling her answer over before getting up and saying, “I don’t know. But if he is, it is not me he has to be worried about. Thank you for your time,” he stood up and reached inside his jacket and handed her his business card, “This is my card, call me if you hear from Vince.”

She took the card and said, “I will.”

The next morning she dropped Dylan off at Mrs. Jackson’s home and went to work at the diner. She liked Mrs. Jackson, an older African American grandmother who cared for five other children ranging in ages from new born to six.

They were done with the morning rush and were relaxing when two men walked into the diner. It was easy to tell they were detectives, the bulge of their guns in their suit coats and their demeanor gave it away. Until she met Vince she never had problems with the police, she ran the straight and narrow, so her feelings towards law enforcement were positive. But her opinion changed soon after she began her relationship with Vince as the cops would pull them over for minor infractions which would give them an opportunity to search the car, Vince, and finally her. After the fifth search she soured on law enforcement, as well as Vince. When she found out she was pregnant she called it off with Vince, not wanting her child to be exposed to his lifestyle, and the harassment. Since then she had no interaction with the police.

Until today.

As the detectives came up to the counter she asked, “What can I do for you Detectives?”

The Detective closest to her opened a small notepad and, without looking up from it said, “Yes, can you tell me if Kathy Samarillo works here?”

She shook her head, Vince’s last name is Samarillo, they must think that they are married. “If you are looking for Kathy Gouben, that’s me.”

The other Detective jumped in, “Are you a friend of Vincent Samarillo?”

“Well, we briefly went out together and we have a kid.”

The first nodded his head, “We, ah, were informed that you two were married.”

“No, we were never married.”

“When was the last time you talked to Vincent Samarillo?”

She looked around the restaurant for a less public place, “Why don’t we go sit by the table near the back?”

When they nodded she turned to Gary her boss and said, “I’m going to take my break.”

Gary nodded and said, “Sure, we’re in a lull. Ask the Detectives if they want coffee, it’s on the house.” He leaned over to her and said softly, “Can’t hurt being nice to them, you know, being that Viny’s a drug dealer.”

She rolled her eyes, Gary was ALWAYS giving her little jabs about Vincent and his, job. But this time she followed his advice and grabbed a pot of coffee, some cups, and cream and joined them at the table.

“Coffee?” she asked before sitting down.

Both accepted and after pouring the coffee she sat down and said, “The last time I saw Vincent was yesterday morning.”

“About what time was that?”

“Early, about 8am, maybe 8:30.”

“Is that something he usually did? Stop by in the morning?”

“Well, not often, but he has. I haven’t that seen much of him lately, since we stopped seeing each other.”

“How about his mother, a, Mrs. Marie Samarillo?”

“I haven’t seen her for a long time. We didn’t hit it off, so, I rarely saw her.”

“She didn’t want to see her grand child?”

“Well, she did not believe that Dylan was her grandchild, so she did not want anything to do with him. And as for me, well, let’s just say that it was better that she not be around myself or Dylan.”

“Mrs. Samarillo was, not too fond of you was she?”

“No, not at all. She didn’t like me. Which also went for Dylan.”

“Did you know that Vincent was involved in the sale of illicit drugs?”

“No. Well, not at first. It wasn’t until after I was pregnant.”

“I see. So, your relationship would be categorized as?”

“We have a child together, that’s it.”

“So, you are not a part of his life, or he is a part of yours or Dylan’s?”

“I wouldn’t go that far. He was a part of our lives, but not, well, all that much. He would come over and see Dylan, but that’s about it.”

“Okay. I’m sorry to inform you that Vince was shot late this morning on Griffith St near his home. He was taken to the hospital but died in transit.”

She teared up and said softly “Oh my God.”

“We went to his Mother’s home, Mrs. Samarillo, to inform her and we found her on the floor, dead from a gunshot to the head. We believe that whoever killed Vince also killed his mother as they were both killed with the same caliber gun and in the same manner.”

Her voice shacking in fear asked, “Are Dylan or I a target?”

“If you are being truthful that you are not part of his illegal narcotics ring, than you should be safe.”

“But how do you know? I mean for sure?”

“Other people who have worked for Vince have been found murdered over the last couple of days, and three others are in custody for various drug charges. We believe that everyone in his group that has been involved with the sale and distribution of illegal narcotics have been identified. Since you are not involved with any of his dealings you should be safe. Are you sure that you are not involved in any way with Vince’s business?”

“No, I swear that I am not involved in any of that.”

“Good. If anyone contacts you here is my number, call me anytime” as he handed her his business card.

“Thank you Detective.”

The rest of her shift she was out of sorts, messing up her orders, spilling drinks, just unable to concentrate or focus on what she was doing. Most of the customers knew her and other than a couple of known pain in the asses, gave her some slack. Her boss, who was more of a shit than anything else, gave her a lot of space, and when the pain in the ass customers complained told them to go pound sand, something he’s wanted to do for a long time.

But things got truly maddening when she left for the day. On the walk home she began to feel like someone was following, or watching her. She began to walk faster and glance quickly to her left and right searching for signs that someone was going to shoot her.

Maybe it was the old man walking his dog, or the woman coming out of the store, or maybe the two teenagers holding hands. Everyone she saw looked like the one that would pull out a gun and kill her.

A cold shiver ran through her as she thought about Dylan, and if someone were to harm him. Tears began to form in her eyes making it hard for her to make out the world around her. She quickly wiped her eyes and moved at a brisk pace, almost running, to get to Dylan.

She turned off the main street, and moving faster than before, made her way down the two long city blocks to the home of Mrs. Jackson, Dylan’s baby sitter. As she approached fears of Dylan being kidnapped by the people who killed Vince and his mother played over and over in her mind. Or worse, Dylan killed.

She quickly ran up the steps and knocked hurriedly on the door.

Mrs. Jackson opened the door, and softly said, “Ohh Kathy, we got babies sleeping right now.”

“Sorry, got a little carried away.”

Looking at her with concern Mrs. Jackson asked, “Everything okay?”

“Well, no. Dylan’s father was killed, and I’m a little freaked out.”

“Oh my, I can see why you are a little rattled. Killed you say?”

“Yes” she replied as she walked past Mrs. Jackson into the front room. Her fears, at least for the moment, abated she scanned the room for Dylan, whom she found after only a few moments soundly sleeping in a crib.

“My, oh my, what has this world come too. And a fine young man as he was too.”

She briefly recalled during the first week that she began dropping off Dylan for Mrs. Jackson to babysit that Vince came with her as well to check that Mrs. Jackson was on the up and up. She picked up Dylan saying, “Yes, he was a fine man.”

For some reason she couldn’t tell Mrs Jackson the truth about Vincent in front of Dylan. Stupid she knew, Dylan couldn’t understand her, but if she said it out loud the failing of his father would fall to him, and that was not going to happen, she would never say anything bad about Vincent ever. No need for anything to get back to Dylan, no reason at all.

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