Chapter 68

I had slept off my sexual hangover by 3AM, so I left Mosby's apartment. I figured that Jerry and Mosby would do better with breakfast alone. I knew for damn sure I would do better with breakfast alone.

It wasn't just chilly. It was cold that Saturday morning in mid November. I could managed to make it home and into my small bed before I got core body cold. The heater in the cruiser was pure crap. From Mosby's apartment to my cabin was about eight miles. The heater in the cruiser got warm at 6.7 miles. Toss in the fact that I was not dressed for the cold, and you had a woman who drove six miserable miles at 3AM.

Fortunately there were no lights in my rear view mirror at all that night. Thank God there were also no signs on the surveillance cameras of any intruder, so I got through all my security precautions rather quickly.

Once in the tiny bed, it was all over for me. Sometimes I lay in bed waiting for my mind to disengage. Not so that early morning, the sexual fog residue put me right out of it again. I closed my eyes at 3:30AM, then opened them again at 8AM.

When I awoke the sun was not shining, and all was not right with the world. It was a dreary day, which put me in a dreary mood. In my case a dreary mood manifests itself as aggression. I might have been in an aggressive mood, but I wasn't pure evil. I decided to let Jen sleep until 10AM at least.

While I waited I fixed myself an egg sandwich which was every bit as good as Helen's. It should be, she taught me how to do it.

First I reached into the freezer unit of the small refrigerator to remove one of the two frozen sandwich rolls, which I had stored there. Those rolls were from Helen's day old roll supply. I got them before she made stuffing or some such from the bread. Helen refused to use anything but fresh bakery rolls for her sandwiches. Which helped explain why people paid almost double the going rate for them.

I put the frozen roll into the microwave for 22 seconds exactly. While it nuked, I broke one ordinary egg into a cereal bowl. I added salt and pepper then a generous dash of Texas Pete hot sauce. I stirred the hell out of it. By the time it was ready for the microwave, the bread was soft and warm.

I replaced the bread with the egg bowl, then reset the timer of the microwave to exactly fifty seconds. While that ran, I found the sliced cheese in the refrigerator. I removed one piece, on which I folded the corners back making the square piece into one the shape of a stops sign. When the microwave beeped, I put the cheese on top of the egg. I ran the 'nukalator' another ten seconds. I added just bit of Mayonnaise to the roll before I assembled it.

That sandwich, along with day old, strong ass, coffee, started me on the way to a better mood. Making the best egg sandwich in the world is easy, but I seldom bothered. I did it that morning only because it was Saturday. On Saturday Helen didn't run her truck. Also because I just didn't feel like leaving the cabin that early. I know 8:30 isn't all that early, but after Friday night, it was indeed too early for me to be out for the world to see.

I even washed the one cereal bowl, since I was killing time that morning. I wasn't sleepy, but I was still exhausted. My energy level was low for some reason. So low in fact that I was still in the sweater I had slept in the night before. It was also the sweater I had worn to the Cop Out. I was still in the soiled panties as well. Even I knew it was time for a shower and clean clothes.

My cell phone played that stupid song right in the middle of my shower. If I didn't remember to have Lucas fix that damn phone soon, it was going to find itself in the city sewer system one day. I was pretty sure it wouldn't get down my cabin's plumbing, but it would fit down the toilet at Ed's converted service station for sure. The phone had gone to message, before I could get out of the tiny shower stall.

I had expected the call to be Jen, but it was Ed instead. "Max," the message began. "I have some news. I'm not sure if it is good or bad, but my client's mother called me at home last night. She has convinced her son, the cabin's owner, to sell it. Since you already lived there, and it would be a quick easy sell, she is going to give you the first option. If she doesn't hear from you by Monday, she is going to list it with a Realtor. That means your cover is blown for sure. You would also lose all the money you put into the place. So let me know what you want to do."

Now that just sucks rotten eggs, I thought. I had never spent a complete winter in the cabin. The last winter I had been in Jen's apartment. Fuck, it is always something, I told myself as I began to dress. I was going to spend the weekend trying to decide, whether I wanted to live in a tiny cabin, or take my toys and leave.

I still hadn't heard from Jen. The call from Ed put me in an even worse mood, so I called her.

"Hello," her sleepy voice said into the phone.

"Get your ass out of bed you lazy heifer." I said it way too cheerfully. Yes waking Jen up had cheered me up some.

"Max what the hell are you doing calling me at 9AM on a Saturday?"

"It's 9:30 Jen and you were supposed to call me?" I informed her.

"Why would I call you, you cow?" she asked. I could see the smile on her face through the phone.

"Because Helen's husband came to see you, and you have an agreement with Marty. So are you taking Jack's case. Even more important are you hiring me?"

"Oh hell yes, It was after six when all that got decided. I figured you had already started your weekend, so I didn't call. Now can I go back to sleep?"

"Is the Reverend there?" I asked more to piss her off than anything.

"No, our mutual friend the Reverend, does not spend his nights here," Jen snapped.

"Temper, Temper. I know that he spends a few nights there. Like anytime Bob is out wandering around, or the three of you want to play at the house of kink games." Thank god she didn't know about the Jerry, Mosby and me tryst just yet. Of course she would, since it was going to be all over the Internet one day. I had no doubt that it would be complete with a 'shadows on the wall' video as well.

That image just dawned on me. It was why the setup was in the living room with the lights on throwing images against the curtains for Mike or Gwen to film. That had to be Mosby's idea. I expect there were negotiations going on, or soon start for Jerry's waiver. What a fucked up mess my life had become.

"Well he isn't here," Jen insisted.

"I need to talk to him. That mission story sounds a lot like the Reverends Empire in the sun." I said it humorously I thought.