Chapter 12

"So go home and get some sleep. You look like hell," Webster staid.

"Gee thanks, I needed to hear that. However after five hours sleep, it isn't unexpected," I said.

"Then don't stand here searching for compliments, go home and sleep. You have tonight off anyway, so when I see you tomorrow at noon for your 7AM shift, I expect you to look your normal gorgeous self," Webster added.

"I'm only gorgeous because you are comparing me to the likes of Simpson," I said with a smile. "I am gone."

Back in the motel I had to admit that I was pretty proud of myself. It was three in the afternoon, and a hell of a lot had happened in those five hours I had been at the station. We had pretty much solved the Jenny Austin murder and the father's as well. I wasn't ready to say he was Jenny's doer, but it was pretty sure one of the parents was. Since one was in the river and one was on the way back, it looked as if the the case was well in hand. I felt good about that regardless.

Since I had stopped on the way home for pizza, I ate the combination lunch and dinner pizza alone. I drank a glass of very bad instant ice tea drink. I had been experimenting with combinations of mixes. I was trying to get something that was drinkable. Some had way the hell too much lemon, some had that disgusting sugar substitute taste. So far the best combination I found was the ice tea mix with lemon and fake sugar from Walmart then mixed with pure ice tea mix with nothing added. It's purpose was to strengthen the tea from Walmart and kill some of the fake lemon. The concoction was as good as about half of the restaurant's tea where I ate. Which said very little for those restaurants.

After that pretty good pizza and the awful ice tea, I fell into bed. I was exhausted but I couldn't fall asleep until I masturbated. That was because I was so excited to have been really involved in the Austin girl's murder investigation.

In order to get into the mood, I relived the night with James and Simon. I almost called them, but it was early afternoon, they would most likely be out lifting a car or serving a divorce summons. Whenever I felt my job was crap, I thought of James and Simon. I would hate to do what they did for a living on their best day ever.

It was hard to concentrate on the sexual experience we had enjoyed, when there were so many entertaining things about them. Neither of them was drop dead gorgeous, but they were classically handsome in some ways, and thug greasy in others. All in all they were hard to define. Unless it was to say they were just plain interesting and fun.

I remember the feel of Simon's semen in my mouth and the spasms of my muscles as I orgasmed around James' cock in me at the same time. Just as I had the night before I came uncontrollably when it happened. It was a feeling that just drained all the energy from me. Because of it, I slipped almost instantly into sleep.

"Hello," I said into the ringing phone. It was 10PM according to the alarm clock on the night table.

"Hey there girl," Simon's voice said. "I know it's late, but I got you on my mind and now I can't sleep."

"Simon you are an ass. I was sound asleep, now I won't be able to get back to sleep," I lamented.

"That's a good thing. Let's go to the movie in Dobson. They have a midnight show over there. It's one of some horror movie which no one ever no one ever heard of. I love cheesy old horror movies."

"I don't, I'm going to go have a drink, then go back to bed." I said that only because I was wide awake all of a sudden.

"Where are you going then, maybe I'll join you?" he asked.

"I didn't invite you and I don't know any quiet clubs up here yet," I said.

"Unless you like Willie Nelson there are none," Simon said. "Hold on how are you fixed for balls?"

"What the hell do you mean?" I asked.

"There is a biker bar out on the road by the county sports complex. They only sell beer and dope, but they say it is lively. I am pretty sure they won't like a cop as a customer." he said.

"Simon, why don't you come pick me up and we won't tell them what I do?" I figure I would see how he was fixed for balls. I really didn't care, if he was brave or not to be honest. I didn't need a hero, I needed a kinky lover and he was that.

"I'm gonna pass on the biker bar, and honestly you should as well. I am told they deal meth there and if they do, you could get your ass killed," he said.

"Now you are making me want to go see, if that is true. I might hold off till another night though. That big ass motel out on the interstate has a lounge I bet. Probably has some travelers with money as well."

"Now I might go there with you," Simon said.

"Simon no offense hon, but I think you would cramp my style either place. I'm saving you and James for raw sex. I might go to your nudist meetings, but I'm not so sure about that yet. I am a Deputy Sheriff you know?" I asked.

"Yeah I know, but I bet there is a way we can work it out. Regardless sorry I woke you," he said hanging up the phone. I went into the bathroom stripped off my top and panties then climbed into the shower. As I washed my ass, I thought I was sure making up for all those showers I missed while deployed. It seemed that every time I got out of a bed, I got into a shower. It wouldn't have been so bad, but I was in and out of a lot of beds since I got home.