Chapter 67

FRIDAY MORNING — SEPTEMBER 20

Dave and Evie sat in his Escalade in front of Jeb and Annie's house.

"Come on. Let's walk down to the convenience store at the end of the block," Dave said as he started opening his door.

"Walk?" Evie tried not to squawk as she grabbed her husband's arm. "What's the matter with driving over there? And I'm not sure I want to even go in that store, anyway."

Dave turned back to her with a questioning look on his face. "I want to walk around a little, get a better feel for things."

Evie tried to be calm. "Look, Dave, we don't have to walk anywhere. We're sitting in a sixty-five thousand dollar vehicle." She pointed out the window as a car very slowly passed, its windows blacked out. "What do you suppose he does for a living?"

Dave eyed the jacked-up-nineteen-eighty-something vehicle. "Well, considering that there's probably ten thousand dollars worth of rims on the car, plus whatever it cost to jack the thing up like that, not to say anything about that three-color fade paint job, and that most people with a job are at that job this time of day, I'd say..." He just stopped and chuckled. "Whatever it is, it seems to be profitable."

"I was all for this to start with," Evie sighed as Dave closed the door to talk to her, realizing that she was, indeed, upset, "but the more I see of the place the more apprehensive I become. What are we going to do when we start construction? We have to leave equipment on the job. These ... drug dealers, or whatever they are, aren't going to be pleased with their turf disappearing before their eyes."

"Come on, Evie. You know what we have done in the past. Okay, okay," her husband said, holding his hand up a little to forestall her objections, "this is a little worse than the strip mall we put in the last neighborhood. We'll just put up a higher fence adorned with razor wire for our heavy equipment, alarm it, and hire a couple of off-duty cops instead of using the guard company. Anything we can't move inside the fence easily we'll raise fifty feet in the air with the crane. We'll have to secure our tools every night, but we always do that, anyway. Once the cops get pissed off because they really have to work to keep the thugs away, instead of just watching TV all night and occasionally checking a monitor, the ones working here will have extra patrols stopping by to 'chat' with them at night. They'll be putting street thugs, burglars — you name it — in jail right and left."

Dave hesitated for a moment. "We've put out free goodies and coffee before to make the police welcome. You know that they will remember. We'll write the chief a nice letter like we did the last time, asking for more patrols, telling him about our project to bring back the neighborhood, and saying that the police are welcome to stop by for breaks. They were nice to us before. They'll help us again, and it won't hurt that we're supplying a couple of extra, good-paying off-duty jobs."

Thinking for a second, he added, "We'll also tell all our people, and I do mean, all, that we'll frown on any donut jokes. Jeff has already told me that cops can kid among themselves about donuts, but that's not outsider territory, and I can't blame them. Denver cops have always been good to us; I don't want some smartass screwing it up for us. Like always, we're going to treat them with respect and this time pay a little extra. From the looks of things, I suspect they're going to make a lot of arrests before they get their point across, but in the end we'll have a nice neighborhood again, probably by the time the construction is complete."

"What about what the lawyer, uh, Fontaine, said about possible assistance from the city?"

"Yeah, that's a point. We'll let Jeff and the lawyer approach that angle, but I'll talk to Jeff about having the city be made aware of the security issues. Once the city council is committed to redeveloping this area — whatever their ties become with the project — it will be easier to get things done. They might even foot the bill for the security if they're really serious about taking back their city. Who knows? But, my love, this will work."

Evie smiled at her husband. "I can never follow your logic on something like this. It's something I would run screaming from if it were up to me, but I was enthusiastic about it from your first comment on. And I can't explain that, either. Well, other than I love you," she giggled. "But that doesn't keep me from wanting to get the hell out of here," she finished, a frown on her pretty face.

"Come on," Dave said, pushing his door fully open, "let's walk over to the store and get a coke."

Evie got out on her side, then quickly came around to her husband as they started to walk across the street. "You do have your gun with you, don't you?"

"Yeah," Dave laughed. "It's under my shirt. But Babe, we can't let these hoodlums intimidate us. If I'm going to be running this project — well ultimately — Korey will be the boss; I can't show weakness to these guys."

Few cars had passed since they pulled up, so they just walked across the street in the middle of the block. Halfway across, Dave glanced down at his wife and said, "Come on. Strut for me. You're going to own everything in sight, soon. Quit looking over your shoulder."

"Strut?" Evie stuttered. "Diana is the one who does that. Well, I guess all Jeff's wives do. But that's not my style."

"Bullshit," Dave laughed, slapping her on the ass.

Evie yelped and hissed at him. "Those guys down the block are looking at us. Swatting me on the butt right now isn't a good thing to do."

Dave's voice changed. "I just showed them that you belonged to me. Now stand up straight and proud. Look them square in the fucking eyes. Don't look down, or look away."

Evie started to protest, but realized that her Alpha had spoken. As they stepped on the sidewalk and turned toward three young men standing about a hundred feet from them, she put her shoulders back and did what her husband said. Suddenly she felt confident as they walked toward the men blocking the sidewalk.

"Good morning," Dave said, when they were ten steps or so away, his voice forceful.

The men didn't move. Two steps away, Dave stopped, his hand on Evie's arm. "We only need our half of the sidewalk, but never doubt, we'll take that half," he said glaring at the guy in front.

Their eyes locked for a moment. "Well, fuck me," the guy said, stepping slightly to the side, making a sweeping gesture with his arm indicating they should walk by, but not getting fully out of the way. The gesture and his attitude were laden with sarcasm.

Dave stared at him a moment more, then brushed by him, as he and Evie continued on to the convenience store.

"What the fuck did you move for?" the guy on the right asked their leader.

"Well, you stand there the next time. I ain't messing with that big fucker. He damn sure ain't no pansy ass, besides I think he's fucking crazy."

"You could always stick a knife in his ass," the other said.

"Yeah, well, you do it."

They were still arguing when the couple walked into the store.

"You're going to have to carry me home and fuck me," Evie whispered to her husband as they stood in the back of the store. "I could feel you when you talked to that punk. How do you do that?"

Dave grinned down at her. "It's a date," he chuckled, "and I would be proud to give you another sperm injection," he finished using one of the terms Evie was fond of using when she was horny.

Looking around, Dave continued as he finally found a cooler that contained sodas. "Half this store and more is dedicated to alcohol of one type or another. Not your average convenience store."

Motioning, he continued, "Let's buy our drinks and find out how much that guy behind the counter will tell us about the owner. If anything."

Later, as they approached the Escalade, Evie didn't have to be told to strut. She may have even overdone it a little. But the punks, who were gathered around the vehicle this time, although none of them had touched it, parted without having to be told as Dave walked her to her door. Opening it, he waited for her to sit, then closed the door and walked between the men. "Treat your woman like that, and you might be amazed."

Getting in, he made a U turn so he could drive back by them as the group walked across the street, then turned right by the convenience store, before heading out.

Evie glanced at her husband and shivered. My husband has always been able to get me excited, but lately he sets me on fire just being near him. Crap, we've got a long drive home. I need to get my mind off his cock, she thought as she tore her eyes off his groin, suddenly realizing where she was staring. Trying to focus her mind elsewhere, she said, "Uh, I hate to see that nice little house of theirs torn down."

"Yeah," Dave answered as he stopped for a red light. "That's been home for those two for a long time. I'm sure there are some strong attachments to the place, not to say anything about memories. Maybe we can use it for our on-site office. We'll delay tearing it down as long as we can."

"So you really think we'll be able to buy all this property?"

Dave thought for a minute as they continued on. "Yeah. It just seems right. I think it'll fly. Oh, we'll have problems — we always do, but one of these days, there will be some nice condos around here. We'll have to keep one for ourselves," he grinned, looking over at the petite blond beside him, "then I wouldn't have to drive back to the retreat before getting into that sweet little pussy of yours."

Evie grinned back at him, and forgetting, reached over to massage his groin, feeling herself becoming wet again as she had on the street when Dave had confronted the punks. "Hurry," she said, wishing there were some way to sit closer to him.

Helen walked into the bedroom, glanced at the big screen and frowned. Noting that the recording light was on, she tried to glare at the girls.

Arlene had seen her sister-wife come in, but Linda was engrossed in what was happening on the screen, and if Ann, Jennie and Melissa realized that Helen was there, they obviously didn't care.

"And just what are we watching?" Helen asked, unconsciously putting her hands on her hips as she assumed the teacher role and scolded her students. Just then, the security system shifted to a closeup view through the driver's side window of Dave's Escalade that was coming up the driveway. From the look on his face, Evie had him close as she quite clearly bobbed her head on his cock while holding his balls, his pants pulled down. As they passed the camera, another one farther up the driveway took over, now showing the view through the windshield, although this one didn't show as much of the action.

Helen managed to tear her eyes from the screen, then told the computer to shut off the view.

"Ahhh," the girls all said in unison, even Linda.

Helen, feeling herself flush, trying not to show it, but failing miserably to keep a grin off her face, said in as officious a voice as she could muster under the circumstances, "My students should not be watching such R-Rated material. They should be doing their homework, or at least relaxing before class starts again."

There was a chorus of giggles, and Ann replied, "Oh, you're just jealous because you didn't think of it first," distracting their teacher while Jennie turned the view back on with the remote.

Helen giggled a little despite herself. "Well, interesting or not, it is private," she managed before her eyes drifted back to the screen just as the Escalade made another turn presenting its window for another closeup. Evie winked at the camera, disputing Helen's remark about privacy.

Linda turned to their teacher. Being only partially successful in stifling her giggles, she tried to seriously say, "Doctor Boswell, I think you're mistaken on at least two counts. First it isn't 'R-rated, ' but clearly Triple X-rated. And second, it is educational for me, and homework as well. I'll be married soon and I don't want to disappoint my husband. This is research."

Helen, realizing again that her new student was no slouch, concentrated on keeping her face straight. Crap, I'm just as interested as they are. Evie is a sexy little vixen, and doubly so with Dave's dick in her mouth. She obviously knows that we're watching.

"Besides," Arlene said, "we're going to give the disk to Evie. I think she did it for a joke, anyway."

"Joke or not," Helen laughed as she watched the vehicle weave up the driveway. "If Dave manages to get here without bashing the sides of his Escalade in on the rails, it will be a miracle."

Helen sighed, giving up, not having been overly serious to start with, "Alright, but remember, when you start teasing Dave, he is perfectly capable of taking care of himself. So don't come whining to me when he embarrasses you."

If anyone heard, they didn't say anything. Dave had managed to park in the back. The security system had locked onto the view, doing all it could to eliminate any glare off the car window to produce the best view possible as Evie's head bobbed faster and the camera zoomed in.