Chapter 4

I decided to load the bike into the truck. I had portable ramps but Rex had a big one there at the shop. It was easier to use, so I backed the truck up to the ramp. I loaded the bike and strapped her tightly to the truck with cargo straps. We drove on over to the motel. Tabby walked into the room, and turned to me. "Jack," she told me, "I'd like to change into some of these fresh clothes, but we've made love an embarrassing number of times and I'm sticky." I told her, "No problem, Love. We're paid up here until noon tomorrow anyway. Let's take a shower."

We both shucked our clothes, and I made sure the door was locked. I put my pistol on the stool in the bathroom within easy reach of the shower. We got into the shower and enjoyed scrubbing each other off. As soon as Tabby scrubbed my prick it got hard as a rock. She said, "Mmm, that looks yummy and clean now!" Mrs. Wilson went to her knees and sucked my cock into her warm mouth! I gasped, "Oh, Baby! That feels so damned good, but you're the one I'm supposed to be doing sex therapy on. Let's get dried off and go to bed. We'll be up and out of here before noon."

My wife wasn't going to argue with an offer like that. We went to bed, with my pistol, of course. "Okay, Darling, We've had several kinds of sex. Is there anything you have questions about or would like to try next?" I've known her all her life, and by the way she was cutting her eyes around I could tell she was wondering about something. I kissed her and told her, "Sweetheart, this is Jack here. I was there for your birth and helped your dad cheer your mom on, I've changed your diapers, and we're married. You can ask me absolutely anything."

"Okay, it's about butts, Jack. I hated butt sex before, when, you know, the incident happened? You've had your tongue in my butt today, and your fingers, and your prick, and I loved it! I even asked you to stick it in my butt. Do men like it too?" I'm thinking, leave it to Tabby to put me on the hot spot! "Okay," I told her. "That's a fair question, Love and I will answer you as best I can. That's called anal sex. There are some men who are attracted to other men, and some of them have anal sex with their partners. That's their thing, it's what they like and no business of anyone else. Other men, but not all, like doing it to women, like you asked me to do and we did a few hours ago. We both enjoyed it. Sometimes women do it to their men to heighten their sexual enjoyment. Men have what is called a prostate gland and digital massage of it will usually lead to a a stronger and more enjoyable ejaculation."

Tabby asked, "So you've had it done to you? Did you like it?" I had to be honest with her. "I'll answer you honestly. This is our wedding day, and I won't start lying to you now. The answers are yes, and yes. From my experience, it's usually a spontaneous thing done as a very intimate favor during mind blowing sex and might never even be discussed again." The intuitive youngster had an answer for that too. She said, "Then most relationships are not as open and honest as ours." I had to admit, "You got that right, too, Sweetheart."

Tabby began to pout, and I was afraid I knew the reason. I told her, "Okay, my Love. Tell me why you're pouting." Her sensuous lower lip pooched out so pitifully, I had to lean to her and kiss it! She had me literally by the short hairs, I knew it, and I think she knew it. I also knew I would have to polish my wits if I hoped to ever hold my own with her! She nailed my hide to the wall when she said, "Fact one, you've let other women stick their finger up your butt. Fact two, you said you enjoyed it. Did you love them more than you love me?"

She looked heart broken, and I still haven't figured out if the little imp was toying with me. I think so, but it mattered not. Tabby owned my heart and soul! I truthfully told her, "My Darling, I have loved some of the women I've been with before you, but I am madly in love with you, and I guess I always have been. There's the difference." She knew she'd won. Damn it, she knew she had me! She proved it by smiling like an Angel and saying, "Okay, then show me how to do it to you."

I laughed and told her, "Okay, Love. Can the vanquished have a kiss before taking a finger in the ass?" She laughed and kissed me passionately and artfully, I might add. I told her, "Get into a position where you can see my anus, or rosebud, as it is sometimes called in erotic stories. Wet your finger, usually the longest one is used, as in the hand signal 'fuck you'. Do this palm up, because you will want to curl your finger up, after you're inside. I felt your finger enter me. Is your finger all the way in? Okay, now curl your finger. Yes, that spongy thing you feel is my prostate gland. Now rub it gently, with your finger going in and out and around." Tabby was looking up at me with a gorgeous intent look on her face as she followed my instructions. My prick stood straight up in salute to her efforts!

Tabby said, "Oh, I see, thank you, Jack!" I said, "No, Baby, thank you!" Her lips, mouth, and other hand surrounded my stiff prick. Oh, my Tabby is a fast learner! I knew it wouldn't be long now. She was making me freaking crazy, or crazier, as the case may be. After a few moments of her sweet mouth and hands worshiping my cock and the prostate massage my thighs tensed, and I began an almost involuntary thrusting up into her hot mouth.

"Sweetheart," I warned her, "I hope you've had a tonsillectomy, if not you're about to!" I began cumming load after load of jism into her beautiful mouth, and she swallowed, oh, yes, my sweet Love swallowed every drop!" Have I mentioned I'm crazy about Tabby?

"Oh, Baby!" I moaned, "I love you! Will you marry me?" She laughed and pounced onto my chest. She rubbed noses with me and grinned wickedly, knowing full well how she affected me! She kissed me and said, "Don't be silly, I've already married you once today!" I said, "Oh, that's right, I almost forgot, that was before the fireworks display that blow job and finger wave gave me! Is there anything else you'd like to know or try?"

My Darling said, "Oh, I don't know, Jack. I love everything you do to me, please do something to me!" I told her, "Your wish is my command, my Princess." I kissed her for a few minutes as I fondled her body while I recovered. My darling was becoming so very responsive to my touch it both amazed and excited me.

I was using one hand on her and watching her face for her reactions. She was so beautiful! I told her, "You must be my Soul Mate, Love. No other woman could ever mean as much to me as you do!" She began humping slowly into my hand.

She told me, "I'll tell you a secret nobody knows, Lover. When I learned how to print in pre-school I began printing, 'Tabby loves Jack' on everything, then I decided we were going to be married and be together forever. In the years since, I've written 'Tabitha Jackie Moore Wilson' at least a million times, and that's a conservative estimate. I have reams of paper in a closet at home with those two things written on it as if it were Magic to bind you to me!"

I had to kiss my Love, this was so precious a secret to share, and I could visualize her doing it. She told me, "I have never, ever had a crush on anyone else. Mom, and dad, knew it, of course. They never discouraged my love for you. I hope they know you're protecting me now!"

That brought tears to both of our eyes. I told her, "They never had any doubts I'd protect you when they were alive, Sweetheart. If there is an afterlife they know we are together and still loving them. I'm sure somehow they will be together for eternity, as I hope we will be."

I decided that was enough sadness, and told her, "Have I told you lately you are the hottest woman on this planet?" My wife shut me up very shortly, she said, "Don't tell me Jack, show me!" I rolled her over on her belly and kissed her all over her back and gorgeous ass, paying special attention to the adorable little V above the crease of her ass. I entered her pussy from the rear. I was watching the side of her sweet face as I searched out her G-spot with the head of my prick. She let me know when I'd found it. She moaned and I kissed her. Her butt made a delightful cushion for my pelvis. I slipped both hands underneath her, one to her clit, the other to a nipple. I supported my weight off her with my upper arms and thighs. My little love moaned louder and began to shove her luscious ass up to me

She had her first intense orgasm after about twenty minutes. I bent to kiss her sweet cheek, then planted kisses on her shoulders and back. I kept up my stroking. Her hot little pussy felt so fine on my cock!

I knew if it were left up to me, I would never be with another woman in my life. We'd been going at this for another thirty minutes or so when I whispered in my Darling's ear, "My no good jive ass trifling days are over, my Love! You are my love and my life!" I'll be damned if that didn't put her over the top again! She moaned, she oohed, and she purred. I decided I'd settle for nothing less than screams, and increased my pace until I was slamming it into her! Her beautiful little ass was coming up to meet my strokes and my hand playing with her clit was sopping wet with her juices and my precum.

I knew she was due to cum any minute, and began pinching her nipple between my fingers that were cupping her one breast in time with my slamming of her pussy. I took my hand off her clit, and she reached for it herself. She was learning to recognize my cues as I led her down a path to so much more orgasmic bliss!

I reached my free hand up to cup her other breast and began pinching that nipple too, not enough to hurt, but enough to stimulate her sensitive breasts. She went rigid and missed a beat in her fucking up into me, then she went spastic on me. My Precious screamed my name and cried and it was like my balls heard her and knew they could let loose too! Spurt after spurt of cum spewed from me as my hips and thighs reacted to the exquisite feeling in my prick. I collapsed on her, breathing hard, until I realized I might be squashing my Darling. I rolled off her, then she sprawled atop me and we held each other close as we gasped for air.

I woke to hear, "Jack, look. Here's Faye Raye and King Kong on the news! I turned the set on to see if it had the time on it, and there we were leaving the hospital." The network ran through that, then segued to a scene of an outraged fundamentalist minister threatening me with eternal damnation for my sinful treatment of Tabby. "Damn them!" I shouted, "They taped that outside our motel door! Get the things in the bathroom together, Love. We don't know when they started airing this. I'll load up the things in here. Where's your revolver?"

Tabby's mouth dropped open, and the tears started flowing. "Oh no, I'm so sorry, Jack! I forgot, it's in my purse in the truck!" I hugged my darling and kissed her and handed her my .45. I told her, "Take mine, Love, and keep it next to you or in your hand, you know where the safety is. Gather our things in the bathroom, I'll hurry out to the truck and bring your revolver in to you!"

I pulled my pants on, and was heading toward the outside door when it was kicked in. The first thing I saw was the large silencer on the end of the big man's gun barrel as he pointed it at me. All my paranoia had failed me. I'd been caught unarmed by a murderer and rapist! The man snarled, "Where's the little bitch? He swiveled his head and looked into the bathroom and must have caught a glimpse of her.

His gun barrel didn't waver from my head or I would have jumped him then. He told me, "I'll finish what we started with her after I take care of you." My only encouragement was in knowing this asshole was stupid, had I kicked his door in he'd have been dead meat seconds ago!

Out of my peripheral vision I could see Tabby moving naked toward us from the bathroom with my big .45 semi-auto held in both her hands aimed at his back. If he turned to look her direction I would jump him, and hope to kill him before he killed either of us, but I knew realistically her only hope of survival was if she shot him first!

I had barely a snowball's chance in hell, but I so hoped I'd at least live long enough to see my courageous Love safe before I died! The murderer's head began to turn to look behind him. I had to divert him from her! I said, "Tap, tap, Tabby!" I ducked lower to my right and charged him!

He hesitated for one fatal instant, not certain which direction threatened him worse. His bullet zipped past my head so close my face and the arm I'd been thrusting toward his gun had powder burns from the muzzle flash. My other hand was targeting his throat!

Her first bullet took out his spine. It also destroyed most of the vital organs in his chest cavity when it expanded inside him. Her second bullet took off most of his brain pan. I was close enough to him then I reached out and took his pistol from his dead hands by the warm barrel as he fell. I laid it on our bed. I didn't want him to shoot one of us with his dying twitches. I stepped to my wife's side, and took my pistol from her trembling hands. I wrapped her in my arms and told her, "You did that like a combat vet, Tabby Jack, your dad and mom and Bonnie would be proud of you. You saved both our lives!"

I held my Love to me thankfully and kissed her as I carried her to our truck, while intently scanning the area for more threats. I used my cell phone to dial John Kelly. Tabby was crying in relief, she told me, "You are a crazy man, Jack, but you are my crazy man! Don't you ever do anything like that again!" I laughed, held her to me, and told her, "Only for you, my Love, but how about that crazy naked girl who came after her rapist to protect me?"

John told me over the phone he was in his car, running hot, and would be at the scene within minutes. I knew he could cut through some of the red tape for us. Sirens were wailing, coming to the scene. My next call was to the police dispatcher, to tell them who we were, that we'd been assaulted with a weapon, and that the perp had been a cop killer who'd been in on the attack on the Moore family. I added he was dead.

Tabitha Jackie Moore Wilson had stopped being a victim, she'd become a warrior, and she'd righteously kicked some ass. I put my pistol down in plain sight on the ground beside our truck and pulled my driver's license from my wallet. I stood kissing my wife as the first of dozens of squad cars slid to a stop behind our truck.

The first in officers wisely exited their squad car with their weapons drawn and in combat mode. Tabby and I were being as non-threatening as we knew how. We were standing there kissing and holding each other in relief we weren't dead or a widow or widower the day after our marriage! An officer took my ID from my outstretched hand and I broke our kiss to tell him, "This naked young lady is my wife, Tabitha Jackie, Officer Bob Moore and his wife's orphaned child. One of their murderers and rapists attacked us. He's in our room dead."

The officers made a combat entry into our room and then the bathroom. One of them came out and told me, "Congratulations, that was a perfect take down, Mr. Wilson." I told him, "Tabby Jack took him out. I'd just handed her my .45, and while I was going to the truck for her weapon he came in on us. I jumped him and he fired at me and she double tapped him."

I enjoyed watching his eyes widen as he looked little Tabby up and down. She could have cared less she was naked, she felt safe in my arms. I asked him, "Is it alright with you if I get something out of our truck to cover my wife?" He told me, "For her, I can do better than that, Jack, she's a member of my police department family!" He went to his car and brought me a blanket to wrap around my love.

More patrol cars and officers arrived, John Kelly among them. He walked up to us and shook my hand. "They tell me you did a perfect job on him, Jack, thank you!" I laughed and told him, "Tell that to my wife, John, she's the shooter!" He laughed and told her in admiration, "You must be Bob Moore's kid!" She overcame her fear of men and hugged him, knowing now he'd been a friend of her dads!

A man came up to us and introduced himself as Steve Bosiack, an assistant District Attorney. He asked, "Just how many weapons do you have with you? We'll have to confiscate them all." He was interrupted by someone I'd seen coming. It was six foot six inches of Judge Thomas, silver hair, boots, Stetson hat and all. His voice rumbled from deep in his chest, "Steve, don't you have anything better to do than fuck with my special investigators?" Have I mentioned Judge Thomas is a federal Judge? The Assistant District Attorney excused himself and scurried off.

My Darling reached for the Judge with both her arms and got a hug and a kiss from him, as I did my best to tuck the blanket around her. Hell, I didn't feel any jealousy at all. Judge Thomas had married us the day before, and had been her dad's and my poker and fishing buddy since before Tabby Jack was born, as well as being our Officer in Charge in Kuwait and Iraq. She'd been demanding kisses and hugs from him since she was a baby, as she had from me.

The judge told us, "You've both been on my court payroll as investigators since the incident. That should help eliminate any problems with the inquest or Grand Jury investigation. Stop by my office and pick up your badges and identification cards, as well as your letters of commendation from me. This status of yours will continue until this mess is completely cleared up." The Judge found the senior officer on the scene and explained our status to him before he left.

The network reporters arrived and wanted a statement from us. Tabby gave them one. My wife was standing there looking positively radiant, and showing her lovely shoulders and an exquisite leg out of the regulation Police Department blanket covering her petite body. She could have sold several million blankets if this interview had only been a commercial!

She told them, "My last statement still applies, with minor revisions." She shrugged her shoulders, and I was near cumming she looked so sexy in the PD blanket! "We were fortunate to survive this further attempt on our lives. Jack and I are married now and we will continue to protect each other. We appreciate everyone's concern for our safety."

The senior detective on the scene approached us. I saw he had my .45 and ID in his hands. He handed them to me and and said, "You are free to go, sir, as well as taking your personal belongings from the room." I thanked him and asked John Kelly to stand there with Tabby while I gathered our belongings from the room. That took only a few minutes. She quickly used the blanket like a tent in the truck cab to change into some of her clothes and then handed me the blanket.

John told me, "There's still the ringleader." I told him, "I'll call you tomorrow. We'll deal with him later, unless he comes after us first!" I returned the blanket to one of the officers, thanked him, and asked if he could move some of the squad cars behind us. We drove out about ten minutes later.

I asked my Darling,"What would you like for breakfast, Love?" She answered, "Two of your grilled cheese sandwiches with egg, bacon, avocados, and tomato my love, taking revenge on murderers and rapists is hard work and always makes me hungry!" I laughed at my little warrior, hugged her to me, and drove to our favorite diner. We were treated like royalty there! We found they had seen us on television, and our booth was now reserved for us.