Chapter 3

Life at the apartment, or sex den I should say, was going along great. Libby got a job at the cleaners to help with the expenses. Andrea was doing the cooking and keeping the house but felt bad because she was not working and bringing in money.

I don’t know if that would have been a good idea. Since the murder, we kept her inside just for precaution. We hadn’t heard anything about the murder, but we were not leaving anything to chance.

I came home on a few occasions to hear moaning and flesh being slapped from their bedroom. It was fun watching them kissing and sucking each other. I watched them sucking each other’s breasts while fingering their wanting pussy. Each time I wanted to interrupt them and shove my dick in one or both, but it didn’t seem right. These were their private times.

It reminded me of the times we were all in bed, I would be plowing one of them and the other would massage my balls. They were so good at it. There were times when Libby or Andrea and I were in the sixty-nine position and the other would be massaging my ball sack. During those occasions, I shot off like a rocket in a heartbeat.

It was a Thursday night, I stopped on my way home for beer and Benny Burgers. I walked in and both were sitting in front of the television with fear on their faces. I walked in a bit more to see the screen, the police had found Trevor, their captor. The police were asking for help to find the murderer. Andrea was as white as a sheet and started to throw up.

“Charlie? What are going to do? By law, we all are in trouble.”

“I know. But we can’t rush into anything. We must consider the circumstances, and our ass’. Give me some time to think. I am not giving up on us, never. I just don’t know what to do right now.”

When I left the next morning, the girls were still sleeping. Good. Now I’m praying the rest of the plan goes half as well.

I went to the local police station. I asked to talk to the shift commander. I could have gotten a job at the malt shop because I was shaking so badly. I was ushered into an impressive office filled with citations, the key to the city the entire ball of wax. I felt like there was a tight band across my chest. And in he walked. All six foot six with shoulders like a lineman.

“How can I help you, Mr. Jacobs?”

“Sir, I have information concerning the death of Trevor Holliday. But the circumstances are not as they seem. Please, I beg you hear me out.” He looked at me with an odd expression. I didn’t know where I was going next. Jail just is not for me, and I will not give up the girls. So, I gave him the Reader’s Digest version, going back to meeting Libby. No names were given, and I kept the details as close but as short as possible.

“Commander, that’s the entire truth. Not one word or letter was invented. The person who did this was a captive in a drug house. They were given to others and sometimes had food. This was a crime, I admit that. But it was a human being treated like an animal. If we can come to some agreement, I will do all I can, but I do need some assurances the girls will not be charged.”

“Jacobs, you have told me things that the public does not know. Only someone at the scene or who knew someone who was at the scene would know. I cannot give you any assurances, but I will bring your information to the D.A. and the judge. I will get back to you in a few days.”

There was nothing more I could ask for. I knew damned good and well Andrea would be up on murder charges, and Libby and I would be held for aiding and abetting a felon, I was scared. I had no idea how I was going to explain this to the girls since we hadn’t talked about it.

I called Andrea, “Baby, put on a pot of coffee. We need to have a family talk. Libby is off today, right? Good, I’ll be there in fifteen minutes”

“But Charlie, it’s only eleven o’clock. You should be at work. Are you alright?”

“Yes, Baby. Just have the coffee ready.”

When I walked in the door, I had four laser beams trained on me. Two female bodies with a pure white complexion and hands bound together so tight a crowbar couldn’t them apart.

“Girls, you know how much I love you and how much you mean to me. You know from the first night we met, your safety and comfort have been number one in my mind. So, please let me tell you where I’ve been, and what I have done. After I am finished, you can ask me any question you want, and I will answer it with complete honesty.”