Chapter 7

Several days later about nine in the morning Detective Wilson came to my home and asked to speak to me. I invited him in, and we sat in the living area. He pulled a small notebook out of his inner jacket pocket.

“Chris, I sent the video that we had to a video lab that we use frequently. They cleaned the video up dramatically, so we were able to see more detail. Of the people that were there we know five were white. The others never gave us a good angle, so we are not sure.” he started.

“Second, after examining the tape, we now think that the people that accosted your mother were young. Maybe teens to mid-twenties at best. Several had some type of face covering. The way they moved, dressed and then ran to her car ... likely they are young. Are there any problems you or your mother had with young people lately?” he asked.

I told him the complete story about how I had made enemies with the seniors on the football team. I explained what had happened at Haley’s pool party and my altercation with Will and Tommy over at Cassie’s house. I also mentioned the strange comments Chrissy Haynes had made the other evening.

“I know Mr. Haynes very well ... We play golf together. I’ll ask a few questions but that would lead me to younger people.” he affirmed.

“I know they don’t like me, but I don’t see them killing my mom, sir.” I answered.

“Chris, I have been a police officer for close to fifteen years. You would be shocked at the things I have seen.” he stated.

“I’m sure you are right, sir.” I sighed.

He left immediately but promised to keep in touch with me as soon as he had more information. I left shortly after him and went to the gym to work out. Later that week, I tested and received my black belt and E 1 patch. I was now teaching two classes of youth members which I really enjoyed doing. I was packing up my bag and getting ready to leave when I noticed that Ted Savoie and Darren Miller working out in the gym. It was the first time I had ever seen any of them actually in the gym before. I had just walked out of Master Garcia’s office when the noticed me.

“Hey Roid boy ... Get fucked.” Ted Savoie said loudly.

Before I could reply, Master Garcia stepped out of his office and walked over to the shoulder press that they were working on. Master Garcia was Brazilian by birth and a quiet but very intimidating figure in his own way. He always wore military pants with a dry-fit t-shirt and wrestling shoes. He was right at six-foot-tall and weighed about one hundred ninety pounds.

“Do we have problem guys.” he asked, with his accent.

“Nah, we are just messing around.” Darren quickly replied.

“No messing around in club or with students. You do again ... leave never come back.” he said, sternly.

I walked out as he was still reprimanding them and headed to the parking lot. Just about that time Mark Boudreaux was walking towards me. I was assuming he was going to meet his pals inside. He stopped immediately when he saw me. But then again, he was alone for the first time. This was the perfect opportunity for me.

“Hey Mark, Cassie brought Chrissy home the night you left her at Moe’s, but she was pretty drunk. She was saying something about the police, ambulance and she was sorry. She also said you didn’t mean to. What was that all about?” I asked.

Just as I had seen in Chrissy eyes, I saw it repeated in Mark’s eyes. Pure unadulterated fear as his white face turned pale.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” he stated, almost running past me.

I walked back several feet and looked inside the club through the front window. Mark, damn near ran up to Darren and Ted with a frantic look on his face. He began talking to the two of them his hands failing around nervously. I turned and headed to my vehicle beginning to think there might be something to what Chrissy said after all.

Cassie was out of town for a week or so with her mother visiting her grandfather who was in the hospital. I went and grabbed a sandwich with some fries and came home and ate. I was just about to watch tv when I heard the doorbell ring. Since I was not expecting anyone, I had no idea who that might be. I walked to the front door and opened it to find my Aunt Lynda standing there with several suitcases. She hugged me and kissed me on the cheek then stepped back.

“Chris, I’m sorry to show up like this with no notice but I can’t take him anymore. I just didn’t know where else to go.” she said, tears running down her cheeks.

“Don’t be silly Lynda. Come in, you are always welcome here.” I answered.

I grabbed all her bags and brought them into my mother’s bedroom and sat them down against the wall. She hugged me once again and I left the room closing the door so she could settle in. I sat on the sofa and turned on the television and was about hallway through a movie when Lynda came in the living room and sat down on the other end of the sofa. She had put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt which reminded me so much of my mother.

“I’ll try and figure all of this out as soon as possible. I promise, I will be out of your way as soon as possible.” she said, softly.

“Lynda, you can stay here as long as you like. It’s just me in this big old house ... I have plenty of room. Just relax and try to forget about your problems.” I offered.

“Stacey did a remarkable job of raising you, Chris.” Lynda replied.

“I miss her so much ... it makes no sense what happened. She never hurt anyone.’, I replied, getting choked up.

“I know baby ... life doesn’t make sense sometimes.” Lynda answered.

We both went silent for a few minutes before Lynda got up and went to grab a bottle of water out of the refrigerator. Lynda reminded me so much of my mother. She was beautiful and had a great body. She came back quickly and sat down.

“Are you and the girl next door serious about each other?” Lynda asked.

“Oh geez, Cassie ... Well, I like her a lot and I think she feels the same, but we have never talked much about anything else. She has been training with me at the gym, so she has changed quite a bit. She is out of town for a week or so visiting her grandfather.” I answered.

“Are you fucking her?” Lynda asked, with a smile.

My mother had told me about Lynda and the relationship the two of them had. She also told me that Lynda loved to shock people especially about sex. According to my mother, Lynda loved sex that her husband Jack referred to her as nympho most of the time.

“Yes, we have been to bed together quite a few times.” I replied, staring at the television.

“Who else have you been to bed with.” Lynda giggled.

“No one ... Cassie is the first.” I answered, quickly.

“Now why do you want to lie to your Aunt Lynda like that.” she laughed.

“I’m not lying...” I started.

“Chris, I know better ... Your mother told me.” she said, staring into my eyes.

I literately froze not knowing what to say. Did my mother really tell her sister we were fucking each other? I mean, I know they were close, but would she really have divulged something that personal and maybe even perverse.

“I’m not sure what my mother told you, but Cassie is the first girl I have been to bed with.” I replied, my voice very unsure.

“Oh, I don’t doubt Cassie is the first girl you have been to bed with, but I also know about you and your mother.” she said, softly.

“Aunt Lynda, I...” began before she cut me off.

“Chris, I’m not judging you or my sister. In fact, I think it’s hot. My sister was a beautiful woman, and I don’t blame you for fucking her.” Lynda giggled.

“What the fuck did she tell you?”. I asked.

“Well, one night when I was here the last time and you were out, we were in her bed together. We started fooling around, you know, kissing and fingering each other. Next thing you know, I ate her out and she did the same for me. After getting off several times, we just started talking. Next thing you know, she told me.” Lynda admitted.

“Holy crap...” was my only response.

“Hey don’t feel bad ... Your mom said you were awesome in bed.” Lynda complimented.

“Oh, that’s great...” I laughed.

“She also told me you have a big dick.” Lynda giggled.

“Wow, I never thought I would have this conversation with you Lynda.” I replied.

“Oh, I don’t believe your mother never told you about me.” Lynda replied.

“She might have mentioned you a time or two.’, I laughed.

“Hey, I love to fuck ... no man has ever been able to keep up with me. Jack has always been awful in bed ... I thought maybe after I married him, he would get better, but he never did.” Lynda admitted.

“Well, this is an interesting conversation, but I need to go take a shower.” I replied, getting up and walking out.

“Yes, me too...” Lynda answered.

I went into the hall bathroom and took a long hot shower. I could hear Lynda in my mother’s bathroom doing the same. I put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and dropped the dirty clothes in the laundry hamper. I grabbed a Coke from the refrigerator and walked down the hall towards my room. I had no sooner opened my bedroom door when I heard Lynda down the hall.