Chapter 19

Early the next morning, I picked up two coffees and a pair of doughnuts for Gloria and me to pig out on up on the roof of the Federal building downtown.

She was frowning at the doughnut but I noticed she didn’t hesitate to shove it in her pretty little mouth and wash it down with a big swallow of Java.

The tough FBI Special Agent had been making noises lately about her putting on some extra pounds around the hips and I took it all with a grain of salt because I was so used to most of the broads I humped having recriminations about what they put into their mouths. At least regarding food and snacks, they had a common denominator ... stay away from the sweets. I was usually just the opposite and often regretted not eating more regular like the rest of my family and friends that reminded me I was too skinny for my own good.

It was a big difference from my early years in high school when I was on a baloney and hero sandwich kick that had me “eating the whole thing” from one end to the other. The only thing that kept me from gaining too much weight was the fact I was always running with the gang on the streets of the city and constantly playing stick ball dodging the taxis and the trucks that were constantly interrupting our game.

The woman at the coffee shop always gave me the freshest and biggest doughnuts and, best of all, she allowed me to run my naughty fingers up under her apron to investigate the fit of her undies underneath. Her name was Donna and she had a backside that was always jutting out like a black girl’s ass from Harlem. I felt reasonably certain she didn’t have any black blood in her, but it wouldn’t make any difference to me because her skin was so clean and soft that I would have licked and kissed her all over if I was her boyfriend. The truth of the matter was that I was not prejudiced like most of the guys on our block and I never considered the dark-skinned girls to be off-limits to my all-white dick.

I knew something was up with Gloria because she didn’t say a word while I babbled on about all the latest news like a parrot repeating what I had heard on the radio. I rested my vocal chords for a minute and gave her a chance to throw in her two cents.

“Mike, I need to fill you in on some new developments in the case.”

I figured out that it was something that she didn’t want to be overheard downstairs in the bull pen and I gave her my full attention doing my best to keep my eyes off her top-heavy chest with her outline of erect nipples showing through the thin fabric of her almost shear blouse.

“Shoot, babe, give me the straight scoop and don’t sweat the details.”

Gloria took a deep breath and I watched her boobs expand like birthday balloons causing me to cross my legs to hide my arousal.

“I received a special report today that has implicated your Uncle Joe in the whole mess. A lot of it is circumstantial but it is coming from multiple sources and they have a history of reliability that is completely unblemished.”

I interrupted her before she could continue because I wanted her to know I didn’t believe a word of her highly suspicious data. I knew this was not going to be good for our future relationship but I felt it was better to throw my two cents in before accepting the so-called “reliable” information until we knew how it was collected and who had vetted it on the back end.

It was easy to see that Gloria was pissed now because she was not the type that wanted negative feedback on her sources. I could easily understand that sort of bias and I was guilty of it myself on more than one occasion.

Her assistant, a young guy with a bad case of acne, showed up and reminded her that she had an important meeting in the big conference room in less than ten minutes. She seemed almost overjoyed to terminate our conversation and waved goodbye with no mention of our morning agenda. I took that to mean that I was excluded from our partnership because of my connection with the suddenly discovered “Bad guy”, my Uncle Joe with his almost thirty years on the NYPD and a wealth of experience you don’t get from a textbook.

I didn’t have the motivation to go back into the office. I was certain I was “persona non-grata” simply because of my blood relationship to Chief Joe.

For lack of something better to do, I wandered back over to the low-priced snack bar and hit Donna up for a free cup of coffee based on the premise I had already paid for one this morning. She told me she was taking some time off this morning to go down to the blood bank in the basement and donate some blood to the Red Cross. I let her talk me into joining her and I had the satisfaction of being a donor once again after so many years of apathy. They gave us both some orange juice with a bitter taste to build our blood sugar back up quickly and I watched Donna check her blouse to make certain it didn’t get any droplets of blood on it that would most likely ruin it because it was so hard to get out unless you whipped it off and started cleaning it immediately.

She told me that she lived right down the alley behind the government building and I found myself walking directly behind her swaying buttocks as she climbed the outside staircase that went right up to her outside entrance apartment. As soon as we got through the front door, we were locked in position for some serious love-making missionary style with me in the driver’s seat right on top.

Neither of us stopped to get undressed, we just pulled off our pants and freed up our equipment for immediate use.

Donna was so damp down below that she wet the carpet as I entered her. My shout of joy was loud and nasty as I poked deep inside her womanhood like some roughneck drilling for fossil fuel without a license.

She had a tiny pussy cat in residence, but it was smart enough to keep its distance as we rutted shamelessly on the floor. Thankfully, Donna had a well-padded bottom and my harsh treatment of her petite body was welcomed by her because it reminded her of her beloved high school football hero that loved to bruise her backside just to keep her on her toes. He had dropped her like a hot potato when she accidently got pregnant after a weekend at Coney Island. It was more like a lost weekend because she drank too much beer and her bedroom partners were a bit hazy at best. After that humiliating abortion and a stern session with her family, she swore off the booze and it was only tea or coffee on the menu for her drinking choices.