Chapter 10

Three years later Robert and Vanessa gave up from ever seeing their lovely daughter alive again. They had even given up recovering her body. There was no closure for them. The Thomas' put their house up for sale to get ready to move to Tempe, Arizona. He sold his practice to a group of doctors since it was a thriving business. Being a millionaire, the Thomas' had no financial worries. They purchased a villa in a retirement community, but Doctor Thomas planned to continue his practice part time. He liked being a physician but his greatest love was golf. Except for excessive heat or a rare torrential rain, he planned on hitting the links every morning. The house sold with no problems. Once they closed, they had fifteen days to vacate the property. Furniture was moved south, last minute things had to be resolved, accounts transferred, mail forwarded, and so many other things. But when the morning to leave came, they managed to resolve all their issues and left to start a new life. Vanessa managed to hold back the tears as they drove away from so many memories. Good and bad.

Moosie was excited that she had a new playmate to run around with. Cynthia kept Ed busy planting gardens, raising the new animals and fowl, and finishing repairs on the house. She was the boss of the household but rewarded him with sex frequently. She saw a doctor and soon after Anna's birth, she went on the pill. Her first birth was relatively easy as labor was concerned. Anna's caused her problems and after twenty hours of hard labor the tiny head popped out. It took her much longer to recover so she was going to wait for about five years before they'd try for number three. In the meantime, she wrote a diary of what she had endured and how she fell in love with her captor, and bore him two children. It was almost two hundred and fifty pages. She sent it into a magazine but they rejected it because of its length. The journal sent it off to a publisher in Toronto. They accepted the manuscript. It was going to be a chick story. Soon it would be destined to be a best seller in Canada and the United States. Sales in the United Kingdom and Ireland would be brisk too. It was the home births that fascinated the reader. Of course she wrote it anonymously using different names and locations. The success of the book would be months in the future. In the meantime they would have to watch their pennies until the first check came in.

Gladys had long forgiven Holly from the feather incident after being promised no more torture, bondage and sadism. Just regular woman to woman lovemaking. She laid on top of Holly enjoying the embrace she was receiving. Holly loved to have her cleavage kissed and that was where Gladys' mouth was. She gave a sigh of contentment as she relished the soft kisses in her cleavage and on her boobs. Only weeks before Gladys was so upset she wouldn't let her lover near her, She slept in the old recliner. When Holly left for work, she crawled into bed to get some quality sleep. She cooked dinner then ate before Holly came home, leaving her to eat alone. After the cop gave her promise, Gladys forgave her. Their sex wasn't as passionate as before but it gradually improved. It took almost six months before it was back to when Holly had rescued her from that freezing SUV. Now they were back to where it was in the beginning and Holly was the recipient of hundreds of kisses on her tits. Both had robes on but open to show each one's breasts.

"I love you," Holly said.

"I love you too."

"I have to leave early in the morning to meet with Lieutenant Joe Ferguson. He wants to sit down and give me an update of my performance over the last five years. I might be promoted. If I'm made a sergeant, we can buy another place. A little bigger than this one."

"What for?" Gladys frowned. "This is perfect for us. The kitchen is ample for cooking, storing our food. The living room is nice. We don't spend time in there since we both don't like television that much. The bathroom is perfect as is this bedroom. The other bedroom is fine for storing our clothes and the laundry room is fine for one person to do our wash in. Besides, I like the fact that our nearest neighbors are far enough away so they can't hear me screaming your name when you give me those wonderful orgasms."

"I just thought we could move somewhere a little nicer," Holly explained.

"There's no need for a new place. I like it here. Besides the car isn't going to last another icy winter even though it's kept in a garage. I think if you get that promotion you should put that money away to buy another car when this one goes."

"That's a thought," Holly pondered. To her, if it ran, it was enough for her.

"Then it's settled," Gladys kissed her mouth. "We stay here and we save for that rainy day that is bound to come."

"Speaking of cumming, you want a quickie before turning in?"

"I'd love to. My period is due anytime so we better do it tonight so we can get under the wire before I start flowing."

In a brusque manner, Lieutenant Ferguson asked Holly to sit. Right away she knew something was wrong. This was no promotion hearing. He cleared his throat, "Constable Le June, you are in a lot of trouble."

"What do you mean, sir?" her stomach did flip flops. The scrambled eggs Gladys made just an hour before was turning sour in her stomach.

"You recovered those bodies about seven years ago just south of Bear Lake, did you not?"

"Yes sir," she admitted.

"In your report you never mentioned there was a woman in that vehicle."

"If you read down to the end, sir. You'll see that there was a Cynthia in that van. I can't recall her last name but she had come from the US in that SUV and was dropped off by them to an Ed Lowe. She chose to stay with him."

"This was the very woman that was kidnapped in Washington State?"

"Yes sir, I asked her if she wished for me to notify her parents and she declined by stating that she was perfectly content to stay with Mr. Lowe."

"That checks out, but there was another woman in that van that isn't in your report. Whatever happened to her? I believe her name was Gladys Schilling also known now as Gladys Hines." Ferguson looked up and saw Holly Le June in tears.

"Ah, I think I struck a soft spot in that hardened armor of yours."

"Yes sir," Holly began to weep. He noticed they were real tears, not fake ones many women used to make men feel sorry for them. Her hands covered her face as she cried. She thought of being kicked off the force, going to trial, spending years in prison, and most of all losing Gladys.

Ferguson waited patiently until the sobbing ebbed. He read the report over again to make sure he didn't miss anything.

"Sir, you know I'm gay."

"Yes I do," he looked into the red eyes and tears on both cheeks.

"I fell in love with her. Gladys is a bisexual and we've had a wonderful relationship. She was in that van. Naked and almost dead in a sleeping bag with a nude man. I brought her home to nurse her back to health."

"She should have been taken directly to the hospital and let the experts take care of her. That is no excuse."

"It was so very cold, over sixty below. I knew I should have done that but I brought her home and I bathed her in lukewarm water, gave her some brandy, and slept next to her naked myself. She came around and since then we've been in love. She'll affirm that she doesn't want to leave me."

"No excuses, Constable," he said coldly. "You really fucked up in a big way on this one. You've had an outstanding career with the Mounties. Now you've undone all that by failing to report this to us."

"Yes sir," Holly felt sick to her stomach.

"I'm suspending you thirty days without pay until I come to a decision. In the meantime, you are not to leave this Province. When you do come, bring this Gladys Schilling with you. I'll then give you my decision. You are dismissed," he told her coldly.

Without a word, Holly stood at attention, turned and left. She walked out the back exit so as not to be seen by her fellow cops. When the coast was clear, she hurried to her car and drove straight home. She would have at least another month with her lover.

Jenny and Anna grew like weeds over the next few years. Cynthia's book was selling well and they asked her to write a sequel. She was working on it daily. Money was coming in and they spent it to fix the car, building a garage, and aluminum siding on the house. Later they added new windows and had other repairs made. What Ed could not do, they had professionals come out, bid, and the ones that got the job went right to work. When her next check arrived, it was much more than the first. They drove into Bear Lake and bought a brand new Toyota 4runner. They now had cellphones so they could make calls to the outside world. Cynthia had a vented shelter built about one hundred feet away with underground cables laid that could hookup to put lights into the house. She had plush carpeting put down all over the house, except the bathroom and kitchen, and all new stainless steel appliances, a laundry room added, and new beds in both bedrooms. Ed had very little say so in this matter since it was her money and she spent it almost as fast as it came in. Cynthia knew that this cash cow was limited so on the computer she did as much as she could in writing out the sequel to their lives.

One night she was feeling extremely horny. She seduced her husband after the girls were sleeping. They made love four times and she wasn't satisfied. She took a quick shower, returned to the bed for Ed to eat her pussy. When he made her have an exquisite orgasm, they fell asleep in each others arms.