Chapter 4: The Dyke

I was eager to question the people on the list of suspects, but I wanted some background on each of them. I wanted to know them well enough to push their buttons. There had to be a flaw in someone's alibi if their van was involved in the kidnapping. Someone had to talk.

Along with the names of the students who owned vans Ricky had also left their class schedules. He had highlighted the class they had been in at the time of the kidnapping. Two had been in the same math class while the third had been in Gym. The schedule also included their teachers' names. I decided to visit with the teachers to get some background. The Gym teacher, Ms. Angela Knudson, lived nearest me and was my first stop.

It was dark before I had cleaned up to drive over to the Gym teacher's house. It wasn't to late to visit and I didn't give a shit if it was. There was a life on the line and she would have to get over it.

I drove into Ms. Knudson's drive at about 8:30. It was dark and the front of her house was unlit. There was however, a light that shone from a window at the rear of the house that invited me to try the back door first.

The senses of a wolf were now as much a part of my nature as any other sense we all possecess. After three years of regular use it seemed perfectly normal for me to be able to see and move effortlessly through my near pitch black surroundings. I had to pass the dimly lit window to approach the back door. Being the cautious person my trade had taught me to be I had to look inside as I passed.

After all the years in this profession I have become jaded and learned not to be surprised. I was wearing my game face when it was shattered. Ms. Knudson was entertaining a young, blonde, sexpot in an unnatural manner.

Ms. Knudson was on her knees at the end of her dining room table rubbing her chin into the young blonde's pussy as she sucked the girl's clit. The Gym teacher's nose was nestled in fine, honey blonde public hair as she smacked and slurped the girl's abundant juices. I was not prepared to see a live sex show and it shocked me.

I thought, this was the time to extract any information the teacher may have about anything in the world. I rushed through the darkness and retrieved my camera from the truck and returned to get the proof I needed to blackmail the two women inside. Small towns are not very forgiving when it comes to lesbian Gym teachers.

I stood at the window a snapped a few photos of a dildo being pumped into the young girl's receptive hole while her clit was munched. She was humping away as the teacher sucked her off. I had what I needed and was ready to let them know I was watching. I stepped up to the window and tapped on the glass.

Their heads turned towards me at once as they grabbed for clothes and hastily tried to regain their composer. I showed them the camera and motioned for them to let me in the back door. I could hear them both swearing as Ms. Knudson stomped across the room to confront me at the door.

"Who the hell are you?", the dyke shouted.

Another man may have been intimidated, I wasn't impressed.

"I'm a man with questions, who insists on getting truthful answers." I replied as calmly as I cared to. The dyke was huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf. She just didn't have a clue who she was talking to, yet.

"You're a wise-ass at best."

"I'm investigating a kidnapping, and I want some answers."

"I had nothing to do with that."

"I'm here to get some background on one of your students."

The dyke turned to the girl still sitting on the table and said," Kelly, it's for you." Then renewed her attack on me,"The Sherrif has already talked to me about this. What do you think you'll get that he didn't."

The green eyed blonde slid off the table and came towards the door. She was almost six feet tall and blossoming into womanhood. In another year she would be beautiful. She pushed her shoulder length, curly hair out of her face as she came to the door. Her blouse blew open as she walked just enough to give me a quick peek of her young firm tits. She hadn't bothered to put on her panties. She could've been an angel.

"I think I'll get the truth or you'll lose your job at best. You may face criminal charges if this child is under eighteen, and I believe she is." I was tiring of this abuse. I thought a threat might change the dyke's attitude. It didn't.

"Motherfucker you don't know who you're talkin to. I'll kick your ass and shit on your face." she squawked.

I slapped the bitch off her feet and stepped into the room over her. She tried to rise, but I put a cowboy boot across her throat and held her in her place as I calmly explained her situation,"If you're nice, I'll let you have some air."

Ms. Knudson's robe had fell open during her struggle to gain footing, revealing her ample tits and natural hair color. She was a bleach blonde with brunette pubes. Everything about her was pretend. I didn't like her and she was making it hard to want to.

"Please don't hurt her. She's only tring to protect me." the girl's voice was like honey as well.

"Protect you from what?"

"I can't say. I'll be in danger if I do."

"Tell me what you're afraid of and I can make it go away." I tried to encourage the woman-child to confied in me. She was reluctant.

I took my boot off the dyke's throat and stepped back. She was pissed and not used to the rough handling. I could help her with that. She rolled onto her feet and launched into a diving, head down attack. There was a reason for her teaching Gym and not rocket science. She was a slow learner, but I'm an excellant teacher when it comes to "Don't fuck with me."

I stepped to one side and grabbed a wrist and a handfull of hair as she passed where I should have been. I stood her up and slammed her into the wall bending her arm behind her back in the classic control move seen in most arrests. But, I didn't want to subdue this woman, I wanted to beat her senseless. Her clumsy attacks were pissing me off and I was tired of her bullshit.

I tried not to break any bones as I spun her around and tossed her across the room into the opposite wall. She smashed face first into the paneled surface and bounced off into a heap in the floor. Her nose was broken and bleeding profusly. She wasn't through though, she gained her hands and knees before I kicked her in the face spinning her onto her back.

Kelly placed her hand on my arm, wordlessly beseeching me to stop as she looked into my eyes. She withdrew from what she saw. She recognized the face of a killer when she met one face to face. She pulled her blouse tighter around her as she slowly backed away. The fear on her face marred her classic beauty.

She spoke then to her lover," Angela, stay down and be quiet."

"That's good advice. I don't think she will listen, but it's still very sound advice." I said as I grabbed a handful of bleached blonde hair and raised Angela off the floor to look her in the face.

"You fucking pig. If I was a man..." she got it almost out before I slapped her across her sassy mouth, then backhanded her letting her drop back to the floor.

"If you were a man I'd enjoy this less, but you're not and I have all night."

The blood was covering her tits and her robe had fallen off her shoulders exposing her from the waist up. She didn't care by then. She was consumed by her hatred of me, making her oblivious. I felt she needed to be aware of herself and ripped the robe off as she tried to rise, leaving her naked and bloody. She was shocked, and for the first time afraid.

"Sit down and shut the fuck up." I said and tossed the robe onto the dinning table.

"You don't tell me what to do. I'm not afraid of you. You can't come into my house and do this to me. I know my rights."

"Your rights. There it is again. I'm always amused by people's confusion that they are protected by their rights. It's not true. It's the other way around. If you can't protect your own rights you have none. Nobody really gives a shit about your rights, especially me."

Angela rose to her feet, steadying herself with a hand on the wall where I had broken her nose. She was learning. It came over her face and she kept her distance remaining silent. Now I could get my answers.

"SIT." I said pointing to a chair at the table.

Angela moved in response to my command taking the chair and reaching for her robe.