Victory Tour
Copyright© 2023 by Alured de Valer
Chapter 78: Monday, Oct. 29
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 78: Monday, Oct. 29 - The continuing adventures of Gary Robinson and the gang from Best Summer Ever. How will our hero handle juggling playing football, his growing number of girlfriends and his senior year of high school? Let's find out! I'll try to post every Saturday, but don't hold me to that.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa Teenagers Consensual Heterosexual Fiction School Sports Furry Incest Brother Sister Aunt Nephew DomSub MaleDom Light Bond Spanking Interracial Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Female Anal Sex Cream Pie First Massage Oral Sex Pregnancy Safe Sex Squirting
The alarm went off at 6 a.m. and Kacie didn’t like it one damn bit.
“Turn that off!” she grumbled sleepily as I tried to reach over her.
I managed to crawl over my sister without incident this morning. It helped that she didn’t cling too tight and kept her legs closed. For once. I didn’t think to check if she’d worn panties to bed. I didn’t need the temptation, anyway.
After killing the alarm, I hit the bathroom to start my day. A quick shower — just enough to soap up and rinse off — and a couple of swipes each with a razor, toothbrush and comb would at least get me to lunch. Kacie came in and claimed a smooch before pushing me out the door. I’m not sure she was completely awake, but I needed to get moving.
It turned out I hadn’t been dreaming. There really were clothes in my closet. A black polo, khakis and loafers should do. At least the shirt and pants fit. It was going to hit the mid 80s today, so a jacket wasn’t necessary.
Grabbing my backpack and phone, I headed for the kitchen.
“Is your sister up?” Mom asked as I grabbed cereal, milk and pineapple juice.
“She was in the bathroom,” I said.
“What do you have today?” Mom asked.
“Should be a typical Monday,” I said. “I’ve got one assignment in Western Civ to turn in, then whatever the other classes are gonna throw at us. And I told Sherry I’d give her a lift to school.”
“You be careful with her,” Mom commanded. “She’s a nice girl.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I sighed, tired of having to point out that I wasn’t the one trying to push things along with any of these girls.
Kacie arrived as I finished up. She had an issue with my outfit.
“Black? You should’ve gone with the red,” she opined. “You could stand to wear a brighter color.”
“Not this week,” I said.
“Why not?” my mother and sister asked in one voice.
“Who are we playing this week?” I asked.
“The Cardinals,” Dad said.
“And what colors do they wear?” I responded. “I’m not going to wear an opponent’s colors to school the week we play them. I haven’t since I’ve been in high school. Jed’d be all over me about it. That’s supposedly one of Coach Tucker’s unwritten rules you just have to know.”
“Well, it seems to be workin’ so far,” Dad said, taking a sip of coffee as the family members without Y chromosomes looked appalled as such superstitious beliefs.
Breakfast eaten, dishes put in the washer, backpack grabbed, I bade my family good day and headed for the carport. I was surprised to see Sarge in a black SUV parked right behind the Beemer.
“What’s up?” I called out as I put my bag in the trunk.
“More activity in Matamoros,” he said. “Mrs. Johnson wants to make sure you have your new key fob.”
“It’s at the apartment,” I admitted. “I still haven’t put my keys on it.”
“Let’s go get it,” he ordered. “You can put the keys on it later. But you’re supposed to keep it on you at all times until we figure out what’s goin’ on down there.”
“Then we’d better hurry,” I said. “I’m supposed to be giving a young lady a ride to school.”
“I bet you’re gonna give her a ride,” Sarge smirked as he cranked up.
I allowed him to start backing out, then executed a three-point turn as soon as I had room and followed him to the street. We arrived at Arlene’s with time to make it to Sherry’s if I didn’t dawdle. Arlene and Marie didn’t get that memo, apparently.
“What are you doing here, Sugar?” the redhead, dressed for business this morning, asked from her seat at the little table.
“Daddy!” Marie squealed, stepping out of the kitchen.
“Just need to get this,” I said, grabbing the fob off the dresser. “Wish I could stay, but Sherry’s expecting me. Oh, and thanks for the new clothes. It’s nice to wear something before one of the girls claims it.”
“Anytime, Sugar,” Arlene smiled.
“Are you coming over tonight?” Marie asked hopefully. “I can fix something for supper.”
“If I don’t have too much homework, baby,” I said. “But it’s Monday and Algebra II is pretty much guaranteed to have some. I’ll give you a call if I can make it. I gotta go.”
So of course they both had to claim a kiss before allowing me to escape. I wondered how different life would be next year when I was off at college while however many of the women in my life were changing diapers.
Sarge didn’t seem too impatient as I returned to my car and followed me to my next stop. I wasn’t more than a couple minutes late — it wasn’t like we’d miss the first bell or anything — but Sherry made sure to mention it when I went to collect her.
“What kept you?” she asked as I led her down the walk.
“Had to get something I left at the apartment,” I said.
“And why is that man following you?” she asked, nodding toward Sarge on the other side of the street.
“One of the security guys my grandparents hired,” I said, holding the passenger door for her. “Grandpa thought we should all have a tail since pretty girls and lots of money are involved.”
“How much?” she asked teasingly.
“You’ve seen who I go out with,” I smirked. “What? Eight or nine?”
If you just count high school girls. I didn’t know if Sherry knew about the adult women in my life.
“I meant the money,” she snorted. “I’ve met all your other girls.”
“Enough that I can pay for my dates,” I admitted. “But that doesn’t need to be common knowledge. I don’t need a bunch of golddiggers coming after me.”
“I won’t say anything,” she giggled. “It’s bad enough so many girls want to see if your poster was doctored. They don’t need more enticement.”
“I’ll hold you to that,” I grinned.
We arrived at school, parked and I walked Sherry to her locker. The PDA police seemed to have increased their presence today, but she was still able to sneak in a smooch that at least woke me up enough to get through Economics. I just had to be able to get my mind on the subject instead of making out with a pretty girl. I know which I’d prefer to be doing for the next hour.
Mr. Cochran took care of that concern when he hit us with a pop quiz. I guess Chuck had been right about something being in the works for this week. The quiz took up most of the period and we were told to start reading the next chapter when we finished.
I got the feeling our teacher wasn’t the only one dealing with a case of the Mondays. At least there was no real homework.
Chuck just gave me a grin as we exited the room at the bell. I take it he felt he did well on the quiz.
I stopped off at my locker just to make sure I wasn’t forgetting anything. I had most of the stuff for my morning classes in my backpack, but I took the opportunity to ditch the Economics stuff for a while.
This week’s poster on the door urged us to “Deck the Cards.” I’m not sure who came up with that one. I guess our cheerleaders were all out of avian puns.
Western Civ was pretty much what I expected. We turned in our assignments and got started on the Kalmar War with the Hanseatic League 1426-1435, which was not to be confused with the Danish-Hanseatic War 1361–1370. Queen Margaret had kept things fairly civil after removing the Hanseatic League from Denmark’s internal politics, but her successor, Eric of Pomerania isn’t that where the little dogs come from? had to push things a little too far.
Bad enough he allowed the Dutch to start trading in the Baltic, then he had to go and impose a new toll for all foreign ships passing the Oresund. So six Hanseatic cities declared war, put a naval blockade on Scandinavian harbors and allied themselves with the Count of Holstein isn’t that where the cows come from?, who apparently was only too happy to help take Eric down.
At roughly the same time, you also had the Dutch–Hanseatic War, the Kalmar War with Holstein and the Swedish revolt of 1434-1436. By the time it was all over, the Duchy of Schleswig was ceded to Holstein, which eventually gave rise to the Schleswig-Holstein Question that continued until Otto von Bismarck came onto the scene shouting about blood and iron. Napoleon was also involved in there somewhere.
Basically, it took these goobers roughly 500 years and a whole lot of wars to get things settled. Then we had a couple of World Wars to top it all off.
No homework, but plenty more reading. Again.
The trend continued in English IV, where we got going on Act III of “Macbeth.” But first, Dr. Robinson returned the essays we’d turned in on Friday.
“Well done, Mr. Robinson,” she said when she dropped mine on my desk. “Keep it up.”
Anytime, babe, I thought, especially if you’re willing to help me keep it up.
From the way she blushed before moving on, I guess she caught her unintentional double entendre. The giggle from a girl behind me may have clued her in. And there was always the possibility I’d actually said it out loud.
Pretty sure I hadn’t, though. I wasn’t on my way to the office to have a chat with Mr. Dunwoody.
I was able to push my lurid thoughts aside long enough to keep up with the lecture. Ol’ Mac hired a couple of thugs to off Banquo and his son, Fleance, then hired another one just to make sure the first two got the job done. They got the dad, but not the son, leaving somebody to continue Banquo’s line and produce future kings.
Then there was the banquet, where Macbeth freaks out when Banquo’s ghost shows up and sits in Macbeth’s chair. His wife gets the worried guests calmed down, only to have it all happen again when Banquo disappears and comes back. Party over at that point.
But that wasn’t the end of Act III.
Hecate, queen of the witches, scolded the weird sisters for helping Macbeth without consulting her. The weird sisters were instructed to give Macbeth false security.
“Some scholars believe the last scene was added in later by a different author,” my aunt said. “That scene was written in rhyming couplets, while Shakespeare wrote ‘Macbeth’ predominately in iambic meter. There’s also a scene in Act IV where most of the lines were taken directly from Thomas Middleton’s play ‘The Witch.’”
I made sure to write that down. It’d probably be on the test if she was making that big a fuss about it. And more reading. I’d need to look up this Middleton dude.
Bell, dash, change, lift. The good thing was my shoulder gave me no trouble on the upper-body exercises. Coach Bennett still had to compare my efforts to what little girls were capable of lifting. At least I wasn’t the only target of his barbs. The man really liked shouting at teenage boys.
The better news was Reggie had been cleared and should play this week if nothing else happened to him. And from Coach Tucker’s expression, anyone who so much as got within arm’s reach of our quarterbacks was in for a world of hurt. Mario was also returning this week.
Then there was the shocking news. The bulletin board in the hallway contained the updated district standings with last week’s results, which I hadn’t seen because I’d been rather busy on Saturday and Sunday. The Cardinals beat the Cougars 38-35! That oughta knock the rich bastards out of the poll.
“Field goal as time expired,” Jed said from behind me. “The Cougars couldn’t get a stop ‘cause their defense was missin’ somethin’ like seven starters. Ya done beat ‘em twice, dude.”
“Yeah, but now we’ve got another game against a team playin’ for first place,” I said. “I’ve had enough of inspired opponents. Be nice to have one against somebody who’s just playin’ out the string.”
“Next week against the Badgers, dude,” my buddy said. “All those teams are really bad.”
I continued getting caught up on the district race. We were tied with the Cardinals for first place at 5-0, then the Hawks at 4-1 and the Cougars at 3-2.
And then there were the bottom four. The Lions, Bears and Badgers were all 1-4 with the Tigers 0-5.
The Badgers beat the Bears two weeks ago when the Bears had so many players suspended after our game. Then the Lions beat the Badgers last week with the Badgers apparently being hungover following their huge upset. The Bears beat the Tigers last week. I wondered if the Tigers had even made a tackle since facing us.
The 1-4 teams still had a mathematical chance to make the playoffs if they could win out and the Cougars lost two more. The Lions and Bears played this week, so whoever lost that would be out. The Bears, who finished up with the Cougars, seemed to have the best shot and the best talent, but there was no way in hell they were going to beat the Cougars.
The Badgers, who’d already lost to the Cougars, could get in if they beat us and finished in a three-way tie with the Bears and Cougars. I wouldn’t put any money on that happening, either.
Basically, things could be decided this week no matter how our game with the Cardinals went.
I still had to go with the quarterbacks for film review. I’d rejoin the receivers tomorrow when we started on the Cardinals.
Scottie stayed quiet as Coach Turner pointed out a few things from the first quarter. I thought the quarterback coach did well not to tear into the kid for changing the first play. I guess they’d already done that Friday night.
There really wasn’t much to criticize where I was concerned. Not that I was perfect, I just happened to get the ball to some people who ran a long way after gaining possession. I’d taken a total of 20 snaps at quarterback and nine of them had been on the first series of the second half. And the first eight plays of that drive had been runs.
Coach Turner still had to give me some shit. It’s what coaches do.
I should have set my feet on the screen, there was a lot of wasted motion on some of my fakes and the last pass to Ronnell never, ever, ever should have happened. There was also a good chance I was offkey on the drive at the end of the first half. But none of that was what the position coach found so hard to believe.
“You threw two touchdowns righthanded, two lefthanded and two underhanded,” he snorted. “Their defense still doesn’t know what your dominant hand is.”
“Then neither do the Cardinals,” Reggie laughed. “‘Course, that ain’t gonna matter ‘cause I’m gonna be out there Friday.”
We finished up before any of the other position groups — I’d been exempted from special teams since nothing bad happened on PATs — and hit the showers with several minutes left in the period. The smell in the team room was at least as bad as the apartment had been yesterday, just without the undercurrent of juicy pussy. At least not in the area where the quarterbacks gathered. I couldn’t say about the other position groups.
I dressed, grabbed my stuff and stepped outside to find a rather grumpy Morgan. In fact, I’m not sure that word was strong enough.
“Is everything all right?” I asked.
“No,” she moped. “Mom’s freaking out because I didn’t start the same day she did. She’s convinced it’s your fault and is taking me to see the doctor this afternoon.”
Oh. Fuck.
“H-how late are you?” I asked before I could stop myself.
“That’s just the point!” the little elf snapped, embarking on a tirade that apparently had been building up for a while. “I’m not! She’s early. But try telling that woman anything once she gets her mind made up! The way she talks, I’m five months gone but just haven’t started showing!”
OK, I’d better get this under control before someone heard her. Like Stephanie or one of my teammates. It’d take about half a nanosecond for the news to be all over school.
“Calm down,” I said, pulling her into a hug. “Do I need to go talk to your father?”
“Not yet,” Morgan sniffled into my chest. “He doesn’t know anything unless she called him at his office this morning. We were leaving the house when she brought it up.”
Then the really scary thought hit me.
“Does my mother know?”
“Same deal,” the girl said, “not unless it was after Mom dropped me off at school.”
I took a moment to dig my phone out and check. No texts or missed calls. That was a relief.
“And you’re sure?” I sort of asked.
“Very,” Morgan asserted. “I started cramping up second period like I do just before it starts. I got a tampon from the nurse just in case. That doctor’s probably gonna see blood when I drop my panties this afternoon. This feels almost as bad as back in May after school let out.”
“So, you gonna need a footrub?” I grinned.
“Just as soon as we can get to the apartment,” she said as the bell rang. “I don’t think Daddy’s going to let you do it in the living room again. That just means Mom’s going to demand hers.”
My heartrate was almost back to normal as we started moving toward the cafeteria, the rest of the team rushing past us.
“What’s really funny is Mom’s more likely to get knocked up than I am,” Morgan snorted. “The doctor recommended she change from pills to shots last month, but she has to wait a few months for the old stuff to get out of her system before starting on something else. I noticed she had rubbers on her shopping list. Underlined. Twice.”
I really did not need to know that.
Morgan and I got in the lunch line with the rest of the guys. The hot plate today was chicken strips. Having had that last night, I headed for the burger line. Besides, Grandpa raised beef, not chicken.
Miss Carla still felt the need to check up on me and left her station in the serving line.
“Do you have it on you, young man?” she asked.
“Yes, ma’am,” I said, reaching into my left pocket to retrieve the new fob. “Sarge made sure this morning.”
“Good,” she nodded. “Wouldn’t be a bad idea to hang it on your lanyard. You need it to be easily accessible. You may not be able to reach into your pants if you really need it.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said, putting the fob back in the pocket — surely I could have lunch without needing to push my panic button. “Did Mr. Johnson get everything taken care of Saturday evening?”
“His friends handled it for him,” the security lady smirked. “I made Marvin come home. He had other duties.”
Part of me wondered if those duties included giving Miss Carla footrubs, but I kept my mouth shut.
“We have two men onsite right now with a tech team due out there today,” she continued. “They’ll handle installation of security devices on the property, motion-activated cameras and the like. The headquarters and that metal barn will have 360-degree coverage by the end of the week.”
“Sounds good,” I said. “I’d better let you get back to work and go eat my lunch. I’d be in trouble that’s not covered by your job description if I’m late for my next class.”
“You got that right, boy,” Miss Carla snorted. “We’ll be in contact.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said.
“What was that all about?” Morgan asked quietly as we hit the checkout stand.
“Just the security folks doing their jobs,” I said just as quietly. “Might be a good idea for you girls to wear your pendants the next few days. Especially if you’re going to be around me.”
“Does this have anything to do with those boys from Morton’s?” she asked.
“Not that I’m aware of,” I said. “All I was told was to keep my key fob on me at all times.”
I think Morgan had more questions on the subject, but she left them unasked as we arrived at our table. The rest of the guys were already discussing our gameplan against the Cardinals. I notice Reggie and I were among the few who had hair on our heads after the O-linemen got all Shreked up Saturday.
“We need to go with more vertical stuff this week,” Reggie opined. “You know they’re gonna be lookin’ for all those sweeps and options we ran against the Hawks.”
“Which is why we show that a couple of times, then go with play-action off it,” Morgan said, again showing how much her understanding of the game had developed over the last few months. “Like Gary was doing Friday, get them looking for one thing and hit them with something else.”
“And we can always soften them up with the power game,” I chipped in. “If their safeties are having to play the run, that’s going to open things up for the receivers.”
“And this week, we’ll have a quarterback who can get the ball to ‘em,” Jed snarked.
“Hey, I got the ball to ‘em,” I protested.
“From two feet away,” my buddy snorted.
Did George Patterson outsource chain-yanking duty or something?
“What’re we gonna get from their offense?” Marshawn asked.
“Coach Fuller said they went with a lot of short passes against the Cougars,” my little Kylie Shanahan replied. “Basically, they just found a soft spot in the zone and got four or five yards every play. I don’t think they took a deep shot until the fourth quarter when they were trying to get into field-goal range.”
“So, basically what Scottie shoulda done,” Chuck groused.
“Hopefully, he’ll learn from it,” I said. “If he does, it’s win-win. We clinched a playoff spot and he saw what it’s like in a varsity game.”
“And if he doesn’t?” Hank Preston asked from down the table.
“There’s more than one quarterback in the system,” Reggie said. “Couple o’ them freshmen are already as good as he was last year. Coach ain’t just gonna give ‘im the job next spring.”
“And we could always have someone move in,” Andrew Pearson pointed out. “There’s at least two guys in district that have only been at their schools a year or two.”
“Yeah, but those boys were recruited,” Reggie said. “Coach ain’t gonna go for that.”
Ah, yes. The “R” word. Very much against the rules and almost an automatic accusation against programs that suddenly started making deep playoff runs after being perennial doormats. The Cougars came to mind before all those pro athletes just suddenly decided to move to town around the same time.
Wouldn’t surprise me if it came out they all had the same agent who just happened to have connections there.
Of course, that was nothing compared to some of the stories Grandpa told about the Depression and War years. There were schools out west — all of them in towns with lots of petroleum production, strangely enough — where men could find jobs when there were none to be had elsewhere. All they needed was a son or two, three, four who just happened to be pretty decent at playing football.
Even into the 1950s, there were cases of guys being given room and board at the local firehouse in exchange for three or four years of varsity service. I could think of a couple who still lived at Buchanan.
“We don’t need to recruit,” Marshawn asserted. “Program’s strong enough folks want to move here and be part of it.”
Which raised another point. Why was shopping your son around to find a place where he could play legal, but inviting the same kid to come to your school illegal? It was a fine line.
Fortunately, I was never going to be in such a situation. Unless I started fathering children with world-class athletes. Right now, Elise and Ny’Quesha would be leading candidates, but don’t tell their fathers that.
I finished my burger and figured I should make my new key fob easily accessible. I pulled the device out of my pocket and laid it on the table, then took off the lanyard holding my student ID.
I was looking at the hook trying to figure out my next move when Chuck reached over and picked up the fob.
“What’s this?” he asked as he turned the fob over to examine it.
“Something the security folks want me to wear,” I said.
“And this little button on the back,” he said, fingering the spot. “What’s it do?”
Before I could realize what he was talking about, a beefy paw stabbed in and grabbed the left guard’s wrist.
“Don’t touch that!” Marvin Johnson snarled. “You won’t like what happens next.”
Where’d he come from? I didn’t even know the dude was in the cafeteria.
He pretty much had everyone’s attention, though, at our table and all those around us.
“What happens next?” Chuck asked.
“Quinton’ll be startin’ at left guard an’ the head cheerleader’ll be lookin’ for a new boyfriend,” Marvin growled.
Chuck didn’t exactly pale, but I think he understood he shouldn’t touch the damn button.
“Here, dude,” Chuck said, handing the fob back. “Take it. What is it?”
“It’s a key fob for my car,” I said.
“And what was it doin’ sittin’ out in the open like that?” Marvin demanded.
“Your ... superior suggested I put it on my lanyard,” I said. “Thought it’d be more accessible than in my pants pocket. I was just about to hook it on the keyring.”
“Uh huh,” Marvin grunted, holding out the beefy paw that had been used on Chuck. “Gimme.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, handing over the fob and lanyard, ID still attached.
Marvin looked things over for a second, then whipped out his phone and poked the screen.
“Lanny, Marv,” he growled when the call connected. “Got a tech question.”
My bodyguard then took the items and stepped away to consult with his colleague. I don’t know what was said, but Marv flipped the ID over and looked at the magnetic strip on the back.
“So, what happens if ya push the button?” Chuck asked.
“I bet it’s a bomb,” Marshawn said. “Blows ya damn head off.”
“Nah, sprays acid or poison gas in your face,” Jed said. “Or at least knockout gas.”
“Probably some kinda taser,” Lloyd Daniels said. “Shocks the shit outta ya.”
“You boys watch too many spy movies,” Morgan snorted. “It’s nothing like that. It’s just an alert button for the security people.”
“An’ how you know that?” Marshawn asked.
“All the girls who go out with Gary have one,” Morgan said. “Ny’Quesha got hers Saturday.”
The linebacker cast a scowl in my direction, but he wasn’t growling. At least not loud enough for me to hear.
“Hey, I have nothing to do with it,” I said, holding my hands up. “This is all on the security folks.”
“So, my sister’s safe witchoo?” he asked.
“As safe as she wants to be,” Morgan smirked, apparently not caring that her comment might have a detrimental effect on my wellbeing, if not my lifespan.
“All I know is Mr. Johnson said I’d better be sure I was in trouble before I push the button,” I said, leaving out the part about someone dying shortly thereafter. “I don’t want to get a reputation as the boy who cried wolf. I might really need those guys one day.”
“Why’s that?” Hank asked.
“‘Cause he knows what’s gonna happen if he don’t respect my sister,” Marshawn snarled, the protective big brother coming out again.
“Marshawn, I have the utmost respect for Ny’Quesha and all of your relatives,” I said, omitting that I’d still fuck the shit out of her once she met my conditions. “I don’t want to know how fast your father can call down the wrath of God on me. I don’t think that’s covered by the security folks, anyway.”
“Pretty boy betta be worried ‘bout the wrath o’ Marshawn,” he growled.
We needed to hurry up and get to Friday so someone else could feel his wrath. Preferably someone wearing red and holding a football.
I was saved from further torment by Marvin’s return. He’d attached the fob to the lanyard.
“Lanny said keep the magnetic strip on the ID card away from the panic button,” he said. “He doesn’t think it’ll interfere, but doesn’t wanna find out the hard way. Keep the button facin’ you and everything should be copacetic.”
“Thank you, sir,” I said, draping the lanyard around my neck.
That fob felt a lot heavier hanging there than it did in my hand.
“If y’all will excuse me,” I said, gathering up my stuff, “I need to visit my locker before class. See y’all at practice.”
I hugged Morgan, disposed of my tray and headed out, taking the walkway that went straight to the North Wing. I wasn’t even halfway there when Mrs. Montero, followed by a harried-looking Mr. Dunwoody, came stomping down the path.
“I heard you were involved in another incident, young man,” she spat. “Mr. Johnson felt the need to step in. My office. Now!”
“Is it Tuesday already?” I asked. “If Mr. Johnson felt the need to intervene, do you think I’d just be walking around free right now? He’d have my butt in the ISS room, then decide what the next move should be.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” the assistant principal for the senior class demanded.
“I don’t want to give anything away,” I said, “but I’m going to assume y’all are in the loop as far as Marvin Johnson, Carla Johnson, et al. are concerned.”
Dunwoody gave a grunt and a nod. I think that was the majority of his vocabulary most days.
“So, you’re aware school discipline is only one reason Mr. Johnson is here,” I said, getting another nod, but no grunt. “This was related to his other duties.”
“Keep talkin,’” Dunwoody grunted, practically running off at the mouth today.
“The security folks gave me a little something,” I said, taking the lanyard off my neck to show them. “This is a key fob for my car with an extra feature. Mrs. Johnson thought I should have it readily accessible. Mr. Johnson wanted to make sure the magnetic strip and the fob didn’t interfere with each other.”
“Then why did he grab the Edwards boy?” Mrs. Montero snapped.