Chapter 1: A Night Not to Remember

My name is Karl Jackson Baron and it’s been a long time since I’ve had a real relationship with a woman other than a series of one night stands my buddies throw my way as blind dates, or pickups at bars that wind up at a dingy motel. Though I can truthfully say I love women I’ve never had much luck with women. It’s not that I’m ugly, or something. In fact, I’m 6 foot 2, 180 pounds, still have a full head of curly brown hair thanks to Just-for-Men, and can still see my belt buckle if I actually look down. Not bad for a 56 year old senior vice detective in LA’s, Metro Division.

Most local and state police departments do not have a universal mandatory retirement age. Retirement rules are set by state law, local government, and/or the department’s pension system. Many officers like me retire after reaching a certain number of years of service rather than because of age. Federal law enforcement officers like the FBI, DEA, Border Patrol, and other covered federal officers generally face mandatory retirement at age 57 if they have completed the required service. Agency heads may grant limited extensions, often up to age 60.

I met Myra, my ex-wife, when she had just turned 18 working at the local coffee and donut shop us local cops hung out at because it was right in front of the station house I was working out of. She was young and a real looker, and I was 36 at the time and I will be honest here, I was over the hill. We all made passes at her, but for some reason me and her just seemed to click. We dated for a couple of months, and I got to first base on second date and struck a home run on the third date. Soon after that we were an exclusive regular item.

A little after she turned 19 she suddenly announced she was pregnant with our child. I want you to understand right now that both me and her had practiced safe sex. I would have been using condoms, but she had assured me she was on birth control. What I didn’t realize at the time was that she was a devout Catholic and that was, “the natural birth control method” approved of by the Pope himself.

That is the only acceptable form of birth control for Catholic’s, both then and now. It is, “Natural Family Planning”, which relies on the woman herself calculating her infertile period during her menstrual cycle, and then only having sex on those safe days. The only problem is that those cycles can and do have natural gitches, and good Catholics don’t get abortions, ha, ha, ha.

Naturally I did the “right thing”, “the honorable thing”, by her, I married her. Well, I also realized that I couldn’t do any better than her, she was absolutely beautiful, and honestly way out of my league really I fully realized. In a way I was thankful for her because I had just about given up hope on finding a wife. So we bought into the Great American Dream, the preverbal FHA financed house out in the country complete with the white picket fence around it and settled down to live the Great American middle class dream of marital bliss.

Hey, I bet you didn’t know that if a Catholic enters marriage outside of the Catholic Church without the necessary dispensation, then the marriage is considered invalid and is not recognized by the Church. Moreover, this action places the person in a state of mortal sin. For instance, if a Catholic marrying either another Catholic or anyone else just decides to be married in some other Church or by a Justice of the Peace like we were, that marriage is invalid.

While such a marriage may have legal standing in the eyes of the state, it has no legitimate standing in the eyes of the Catholic Church. And yes, Myra had a falling out with her priest and the Church, and quite going to Church. This didn’t set well with her parents, or her relatives who blamed me for it all. Even though she doesn’t go her parents insisted that the kid be baptized in the Church.

We bought the little house in the suburbs of Marietta, Georgia on the GI Bill, I got promoted to detective first class in robbery, and took a second job as a security consultant, aka night watchman, to pay for everything. She had James, our son, and became a good mother and loving housewife. A few years later, when James was bigger, she got restless and we discussed it like adults. She wound up going back to college and getting her degree in business management.

I know there are many variations on the “bird in your hand theme” about love and trust, these are the two I personally like best. “If you love someone, set them free. If they come back they’re yours; if they don’t they never were.” by Richard Bach ... another version is; “But, if it just sits in your living room, messes up your stuff, eats your food, uses your telephone, spends your money, and doesn’t appear to realize that you have set it free ... You either married it, or gave birth to it.”

Hey, I trusted Myra. Even though she was 17 years younger than me, and beautiful to boot, I trusted her completely. There was no problem raising the kid with two sets of available grand parents that doted on the little monster to help raise him. So Myra became an Effective Executive Assistant, yes, an EEA, one who builds value for the business by supporting the executive in such a manner that he or she is able to more effectively perform his or her job better. Well that was her title on her job description, and she even had a gold plated name tag to wear on her blouse. and a custom desk name plate sitting on her desk. Hey, she also made more than her first week than me as a cop, aka public servant, ha, ha, ha. Of course, I knew that the job was just a glorified private secretary at Zebra Laboratory Technologies Corporation, ZLTC, in Atlanta, Georgia.

I honestly had no hint that anything was wrong with our marriage. She still came home every night, well every night she wasn’t required to work late at ZLTC. But then I wasn’t home every night either because of my own job. When we were home together the sex was still good. Honestly, we still fucked like two bunnies in heat. Yes, the sex was still as hot as ever, hell it was the best sex I ever had, but 13 years ago I discovered my loving wife, Myra, was cheating on me. Somebody anonymously sent me a E-mail with a A/V clip attachment of Myra having sex with her boss. It seemed she was having an affair with her big shot corporate boss behind my back.

In the A/V clip, or should I say the 55 minute porno movie. You could actually tell somebody had amateurishly edited it all together. In the movie Myra’s every hole; mouth, cunt, and ass, was fucked at least once by her boss Phillip Conway, with Myra screaming for more. Yes, I had met the man several times at different company shindigs, like the annual Christmas party I was required to attend every year. I can’t say I liked the man, but then on the other hand I didn’t dislike him either. I have to admit I had never realized Myra was so flexible till now, and honestly he was a little younger, but I was much better endowed than him I thought. Anyway they fucked all over the office, in the chair, over the chair, on the desk, over the desk, under the desk ... well, I think you get the picture. In different positions, Missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, 69, and others I didn’t even know existed. I guess I should have realized then that Phillip himself had made it and sent it to me.

When I confronted her about it she didn’t argue, or cry about it, or deny it, she just turned around and walked out on all of us without saying a word. We never saw her again, she even cut her ties with her own parents who sided with me in the divorce. Yes, desertion is a prime reason to grant a divorce. In fact, her and her new, soon to be new husband, moved to the corporate headquarters in Yuma, Arizona clear across the country. So I got full custody of our 6 year old son, James, in the divorce.

At least I didn’t have to pay the bitch alimony. In fact, Pete acting as my divorce lawyer, said if I pushed it with the judge I could probably get her to contribute child support since her salary/income was way more than mine as a cop, well lowly civil servant, ha, ha. But I wanted it over and done with as fast as possible, so I took the default divorce on grounds of desertion. So for awhile now it’s just been me and him. Well truthfully me and him, and my Mom and Pop, and her Mom and Pop, who have helped me raise him. I like to think we’re very close, and I want you to know I love my Son very much. But all this is probably the reasons I haven’t had any serious relations with another woman since his Mother walked out on us 13 years ago.

My Son, James is over 19 now, has his own place in town, and is doing well as a junior in college. He’s a sociology major, and he really loves the career path he’s chosen, and the people he works with. There’s one other thing he really loves, that’s his current girlfriend Kelly Johnson. I can’t blame him on that, Kelly’s one of the most beautiful girls ... women ... I’ve ever been around. She has a beautiful face, and a very firm curvy voluptuous body.

Her and James are always together it seem now, so I see a lot of her when they come over to visit. I can’t help but stare at her some of the time, usually it’s when she’s not looking I hope, but I know she catches me looking sometimes. I definitely like what I see of Kelly, and I especially like the way she dresses. I mean aren’t tight T-shirts and skimpy cutoff blue jeans sort of classic pinup material. Ever since they started dating, she’s been the porn star inspiration in most of my male erotic fantasies and wet dreams.

Poker Night at Pete’s.

Every Friday me and the boys from the station house get together for our weekly poker session at Pete’s place. Pete is still a bachelor and lives alone. We accuse him all the time of being a playboy because he always seems to have money and lives high on the hog. His place up on the hillside of Red Mountain is real fancy and in an exclusive rich neighborhood. Pete, like me, is 56 now, he’s a former cop that put himself through college and night school and got his law degree. He then worked his way up to ADA, Assistant District Attorney. Right now he’s a big hot shot defense attorney which pays way better. We also grew up together, even went to school together, and joined the police force together.

Pete is a well-established private defense lawyer now, and makes somewhere between $250,000 to $500,000 plus a year now. Hey, top criminal defense attorneys handling major felony, corporate, or celebrity cases and can earn $1 million or several million dollars per year. Most private defense lawyers are paid by the case rather than by salary. For example: A DUI defense might cost a client $2,000 to $10,000. A serious felony case might cost anywhere from $10,000 to $100,000. A big high-profile murder defense can cost hundreds of thousands or even millions of dollars.

My group of friends, are four other guys I’ve known for a long time, Pete’s my same age and I’ve known him since before high school. We’re all about the same age, so we have a lot in common. We’re all cops ... maybe I should say law enforcement related, ha, ha, ha. I’m 56 and a senior vice detective now. Then there’s Ed, who is 45 and a sergeant on the front desk. Then Hank, who is 46, and a sergeant in property. Lastly there’s good old Andy who’s the youngest at 44 and is still a simple beat patrolman.

My friends and me have been getting together to play cards about once a week for maybe 10 or 15 years now. and this is usually when we talk about hypnosis and mind control. Eventually, my ... our ... interest in hypnosis and mind control spread around our little group of friends, and now it’s something that we as a group discuss and learn about together. Almost from the beginning, we began to wonder about the sexual uses of hypnosis and its implications and uses.

We’re all either divorced, or stuck in dead-end, loveless marriages, and have faced the fact that we are all frustrated males starved for the most basic of female affection. After we figured out how to use erotic hypnosis in voluntary sexual situations with a cooperative partner. Yes, with us being in law enforcement, especially with me being in vice, we had access to most of the, “Working Girls” around the city. Well, some of the prime prostitutes anyway, or should I say, hookers and call girls. If you are just John Q, the average honest male citizen, or female for that matter, you probably associate prostitution with human trafficing ... pimps and whores ... but vice is a lot more complicated than that

It is everything from human trafficing ... pimps and whores ... to a college girl trying to get along on her own and coming up short on her half of the apartment rent money, to a legitimate high end escort, that has actually signed a contract with the escort service, or a agency agreement, that actually has a morals clause not to engage in prostitution, or any illegal sexual activity. Escorting itself can be legal when it is limited to companionship, social accompaniment, entertainment, or appearance at events.

In police terms, “vice” refers to crimes considered morally and/or socially objectionable, and vice units are specialized police divisions tasked with investigating and enforcing laws against these activities. Vice in policing encompasses activities labeled as “victimless”, or at least morally controversial. This includes prostitution, illegal gambling, drug distribution, human trafficking, and even the production and/or distribution of pornography. Vice units, also called vice squads, focus on these crimes rather than routine patrol duties, targeting environments and networks where such illicit activities occur.

Vice policing often involves covert operations due to the hidden nature of these crimes. Officers may work undercover in commercial establishments, online platforms, or street-level operations to gather evidence and dismantle these criminal networks. They also coordinate with other law enforcement units, especially when vice crimes intersect with organized crime and/or cross-jurisdictional issues. They also collaborate with social services and community organizations to protect vulnerable populations, such as victims of sex trafficking, and to deter other criminal activity.

Hey, I had started out a straight arrow ... Hell, you could actually say a fucking, “Boy Scout”, ha, ha, ha” ... but that was a very long time ago. I’m not a bad cop, not totally corrupt like some, ha, ha, I’m just a little, “Bent” now, ha, ha. You learn as you get older, if not wiser, ha, ha, ha, that... “For the Greater Good” ... whatever that is ... it’s sort of a trade off. Take for instance that some pimps and prostitutes are “Officially Sanctioned”, that’s a fancy legal name for being a, “police snitch”. They are allowed to work, because they provide useful information and resources to us the cops about other criminal elements.