Chapter 3

Charles Richards rejoined his friends at their table in the nightclub toward the end of the Christmas Party on Friday night, December 14, 1956. His wife Diana was onstage again for her last set.

He had called his and Tom's boss at the FBI and told the Assistant Director about the night's developments. Peter Woods was going to call it in to Washington. But he was worried because they'd gotten this information through a social situation. He was sure headquarters would still require some other type of concrete evidence before they'd authorize anything further. Charles advised his partner what Pete had said.

"Oh, damn..." Tom muttered.

Jonathan North spoke up. "Would the FBI lend any credence to the fact that, in addition to two of their agents, an L.A.P.D. detective and a patrol officer also witnessed the suspects together?"

"Yes," Rick Estevez added. "Jon and I would certainly be glad to tell them that we saw them, too!"

Charles sighed. "It's not just the fact that we saw them together. The problem is that we only saw them socializing together. It doesn't mean that Robert Warren, or Clark, is involved with their business! We need to catch them on business premises ... it would be more credible."

"OK, OK! This is enough shoptalk for tonight! This is supposed to be a party. Let's just have some fun ... OK?" Lynda Seldon pleaded desperately with her hand pressed to her lower abdomen. Her nerves were on edge and she was feeling a little queasy. She didn't want to upset the baby...

Why was she holding her stomach like that? "Sweetheart, are you OK?" Tom asked his wife worriedly. She looked at him and smiled and nodded. "You're sure? You'll tell me if you feel like anything is wrong, won't you?"

"Of course, Tom. I'd never let anything go wrong with our baby."

He smiled back at her and lifted her hand to kiss it.

Barbara North sat forward and leaned toward Lynda. "I didn't want to say anything while Diana was at the table, but I think I'm pregnant, too!" She and Lynda smiled at each other.

They turned to look at Dawn Estevez when she gasped. "Oh, my God ... I wasn't going to say anything, either. But I think I am, too!"

Everyone looked at Charles. There was a stark expression on his face. "I appreciate you not saying anything to Diana yet. She just found out last weekend that she's not, and she was very upset. So, please keep this to yourselves for a while, OK?" They all nodded, so he added, "Thanks."

I know it's my fault she's not pregnant yet ... Stop that before she hears you... Charles looked at his beautiful wife onstage. She was singing a Christmas carol in her lovely soprano voice. His chest tightened and his eyes welled with tears. Your voice really is the most beautiful sound I've ever heard, pretty lady...

Diana looked straight at him and smiled.

After her last song, Diana joined her friends. She nibbled on hors d'oeuvres and downed a couple of shots of whiskey. She glanced around at her girlfriends. They were all sipping non-alcoholic beverages.

Oh, God ... don't tell me... "So, Barbara and Dawn, when were you going to tell us that you're pregnant?"

Everyone looked at her, their eyes wide, especially Charles. How did you pick up on that? I wasn't even thinking about it...

"Oh, for God's sake, Charles! I don't have to read your thoughts. None of them are drinking alcohol! I'm not stupid ... I can put two and two together as well as you can!"

"What do you mean by read his thoughts?" Lynda asked.

"She can hear what I'm thinking now. I've been practicing communicating with her ever since that night I told her what to do about that bastard Ed Hood. I thought I had to concentrate really hard to send her my thoughts. But now she can hear just about everything I think when I'm near her," Charles replied.

"Damn, partner. You better be careful what you think about around her!" Tom chuckled. It was a good thing she couldn't read his thoughts ... He loved Lynda, but Diana had a hot little body, too, and it was real easy to fantasize about her. Hmmm ... what about her and Lynda together...

The couples spent the rest of the evening chatting and laughing together.

Diana did her best to turn off her disappointment at knowing that all three of her girlfriends were pregnant and she wasn't. And she couldn't help but notice that Charles was doing his best to keep his thoughts to himself. She couldn't pick up anything from him ... even though she noticed the grim look on his face.

In their car on the way home, Diana did her best to try to read what was going through her husband's mind.

Oh, hell ... she's trying to read my thoughts ... think of something ... anything ... OK ... uh ... get back to that fantasy of watching her and Lynda together ... Oh, yeah, baby...

"Oh, my GOD, Charles!" Diana exclaimed with a nervous laugh. "What the hell are you thinking?!! Lynda and me together?!! That's so..."

"HOT!!!" Charles finished for her.

"WHAT?!!!" Diana exclaimed. "It turns you on to fantasize about Lynda and me ... together?"

"Well ... I was involved, too. But, yeah, I've fantasized about some girl-on-girl action between you and all your girlfriends! Tom told me that he has, too!"

"OH ... MY ... GOD!!! I married a pervert! How would you like it if I fantasized about you and Tom together?!!!"

Charles winced. "Hey ... you made my skin crawl on our honeymoon when you told me about your fantasy of you sandwiched between me and The Duke! Don't go putting any images of me and Tom in my head ... I have to work with him every day!"

"Yeah, I know. You've been spending more time with him lately than you have with me!" Diana said sullenly. "Do you guys talk about Lynda and me while you're spending all those boring hours together? Is that how you two came up with this fantasy of her and me together?"

"Diana ... you know better than that! We make jokes every once in a while about what horn dogs the two of you are! But no, we don't fantasize together and we don't talk about details ... not like you girls do!" He glanced pointedly at her as he pulled into their garage and parked the car.

Diana smirked. OK ... you've got a point...

They got out of the car. She headed into the house while he closed the garage door.

She went straight to their bedroom and hurriedly stripped out of her cocktail dress and under garments. She climbed on the bed sideways propped on her elbows, bent her knees and spread her legs toward their bedroom door. She closed her eyes and waited.

Charles opened the door. He stopped dead, but his body jerked as his dick sprang instantly to life.

Hello, sexy man ... I was just waiting for Lynda to come and taste me! You wanna watch?

"DAMN IT, DIANA! GET OUT OF MY HEAD! I DON'T NEED FANTASIES TO MAKE ME WANT YOU!" Charles roared. He started stripping his clothes off. "You stay right where you are! I'm the only one who's going to be tasting you tonight!"

Charles shoved his trousers and underwear down his hips, stepped out of them and crawled onto the bed. He shoved his hands under her ass and lifted her to his mouth. He devoured her sweet, dripping flesh with his lips and tongue.

Mmm ... pretty lady, you taste so good! I'd never be able to share you with anyone ... not even another woman! But the image is still pretty hot...

Your glistening flesh spread open ... Lynda's luscious lips lingering on your golden mound ... her soft, pink tongue flicking at your sensitive clit ... kissing your lips and delving her tongue deeply into your sweet pussy until you come...

"OH, MY GOD!!! OH, MY GOD!!! OH!!! OH!!! OH, GOD!!!" Diana wailed. Her hips bucked wildly and then she collapsed. "Damn, Charles ... have you always fantasized while you're licking me?!!!" she gasped.

He grinned shyly. The dimple in his right cheek made him look like a naughty boy caught with his hand in a girl's panties. "Well ... not all the time. Just sometimes ... I just couldn't help it tonight after what you thought at me when I walked in the bedroom door!"

He paused for a moment and his grin turned smug. "You heard me and you liked it! It made you come! See? You're as much of a perv as me!" Charles chuckled sexily.

Diana smacked her hand over her eyes. Oh, my God ... I did enjoy that! How could I...

"There's nothing wrong with fantasizing, pretty lady. The only problem is if you become obsessed with the fantasy and want to make it a reality. Do you think you'd ever really be able to let Lynda go down on you or that you'd be able to do that to her?"

"NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT!!! Never..." she trailed off. Although ... I do wonder what another woman would taste like ... STOP THAT...

Methinks the pretty lady doth protest too much!!! It's got you wondering now, huh...

"Get up here and fuck me! And no more fantasizing, sexy man!!" Diana commanded.

"Yes, ma'am!" Charles barked in response. He moved up over her and thrust his throbbing cock inside her. "Oh, God ... pretty lady! I'll never get over how good this feels! Your body was made for mine, Diana. And ... I want to give you a baby so badly!"

"Yes, Charles ... love me. Come inside me. I want to feel your baby growing in me!" Diana choked back a sob and clung to him desperately. "Oh, Charles ... just love me!" I know something's wrong ... Is there something wrong with me? I should be pregnant by now...