Tall Dark And Suspicious

Once again..for the third time...Jean Stevens was my client...making her the client who had used my services the most....

Jean Stevens had been in the middle of a case I had investigated almost two years ago...She had become a friend since then,and like most of my clients.. Jean Stevens was a very attractive young woman...I was pleasently surprised when I visited her that first time...I expected a spinster....She was anything but that.....A divorcee, with a grown son and daughter in college...She lived alone...

At the time of my initial investigation...Jean Stevens had been educated in Philadelphia public schools, had gotten a bachelors at Drexel University, majoring in Chemistry and had then gotten a Masters at Howard University....She was married and lived in D.C. where she gave birth to a son, then 22,now 25 Who attended Howard ..He has since graduated and is married and living somewhere in this area...He has a small son. Jean also has a daughter,now  23 ,who attended Morgan State...She too is now a graduate and living close by..Married ,I believe...and expecting a child..

Jean divorced her kids father about twelve years ago and returned to Philadelphia when her mother died...Her father moved in with her... Her father retired from his government job with a pretty decent pension and had been lucky with the stock market and came into some more money....

I investigated his murder, which was how I met Jean in the first place....Her fathers killers were living in the sub-basement of a property my wife and her partner,Bonita Foxworth were preparing for sale.It was one of my more memorable cases...I worked on it with Sissy and her detectives.

That duplex is now the law office and home of my good friends, Olivia, Donnie Ray and Beverly...

I've never told them about the murder that occurred there before they bought it or the murderous pair Sissy ,Hop and I found living in the sub-basement...I'm not even sure they know that there is a sub-basement..

Jean, who worked for a Pharmecutical company was making a modest salary..She had gotten involved with another former client of mine, Millionaire Playboy ,Rollie Rollerson.. after the case...Not the best move for her...but...That was none of my business. That was all in the past now...

II-

So once again...Here I was on a bright sunny summer Morning and I, Kevin Morris, sometime Private Investigator stood outside the doorway of my former client..Jean Stevens new house.....This was only my second time ever visiting her here.

Jean wasted no time coming to the door... Such an attractive woman...She looked too young to be a grandmother..but grandmother's were a lot sexier now of days than they were years ago...

"Good Morning Mr. Kevin..I love your punctuallity ."she said with  big smile....

I walked in...

Jean had a beautiful home...

She looked great, Curvy to a fault and smelling great....It was hard not to be entranced by her...I see how she hooked Rollie Rollerson..

"Coffee?" she asked..

"Please." I said and sat down while she poured me a steaming hot tumbler of coffee.

"Cream?, Sugar?" she asked..

"Yes...Thank you." I said.

We sipped our coffee....Jean, who is as no nonsense as I got down to cases....

"Kevin... for about the past three or four months I've been dating a man named Richard Condom..."she said...

I busted out laughing...

"Jean..you've got to be kidding...Richard Condom...That's his name? That's what he told you his name is?" I laughed..

"I saw his drivers license once and that was the name on it..." she said.

"Oh my God...Well if that is his name...He shouldn't be hard to look up." I said.

"That's just the thing...Nothing about him seems to add up...." said Jean...

"Come again?" I said.

"I met him in Josie's of all places...He was sitting in the back one night when Reed Nelson was playing...It was an All star line up that night...

Josie's was jumping that night...I'm surprised you weren't there...

Everybody was there, Reed Nelson,Bone Hampton,downtown Rob Brown, Dutch Van Buren, "88" and that blind keyboardist...I forget his name.." she said.

"That would be Chazz...Chazz Gillison."I said laughing...

"It was Symphony Sam's birthday and everybody came through to play for him...Ingrid Rhodes, the singer was even in town...It was a great night...anyway...Honey Brown brought me a drink that I hadn't ordered..I thought it was from your friend..Rollie...He had been calling me  constantly trying to get me to come back to him....But then she told me it was from a young man sitting by himself in the corner." said Jean..

"That man over there sent this drink and he said that you can drink on him the rest of the night." said Honey Brown..."Ummmmm Jean..he's cute."she said.

"He was...He was tall, about six foot ,three...Had on a nice well fitted and tailored suit,much like yours...and had a beautiful smile..He was a bit young..I'm about ten years older than him...but I said,oh what the heck..I'm not doing anything..So I went and sat with him...

He told me his name was Richard...Richard Condom....And I laughed too...I said that can't be your real name ...and he showed me a drivers license...A Pennsylvania license...A Deleware License and a Virginia License...all the places he's lived in the past few years with his name and his birthdate on them...That is his name..." she said.

''Well what does he do for a living?" I asked...

"He says he's a lawyer....It took me two months to get an address of the firm he works for..He was real secretive about it..."she said.

''Where does he live?"I asked...

"Well, he was renting a place...He took me there....And here was the funny thing...No photos of him as a child as a younger man...No diploma from any school, nothing that would say he was an attorney...I asked him what kind of law he practiced and he was real funny about it.. We continued dating a little longer and I began to notice some funny things about him." she said.

"Funny things like what? Other than his name?"I said ,laughing..

"Well he has a wallet full of credit cards....But he paid for all of our dates with cash....Never ever used a card...And when we went out ...If the place had security cameras....He wouldn't go or he'd always sit with his back to the wall at an angle where the camera couldn't catch his face...he was never interested in meeting my kids or my family or any of my friends and he doesn't seem to have any friends...I find that odd Kevin...." she said.

"Wow....that is kind of odd.." I said.

"And he vanishes...for long periods of time...days..without explanation..."she said.

"He got a phone number?" I asked.

"He has two..I'll give them to you." said Jean..

"You think he's married?" I asked..

"I've thought about that possibility...He says he's never been married." said Jean..

"He ever talk about any women from his past?" I asked.

"I've tried to get him to talk about the women from his past but he wouldn't..." she said...

"Uh Jean...Have you two been uh....?" I asked..

"Have we had sex...Yes...several times...He says I'm the best he's ever had....He's a good lover as lovers go...but I don't really know anything about him and trying to get him to talk is like pulling teeth." said Jean.."

"Jean...Shouldn't that tell you something? You can't get this guy to open up and you're paying me to find out what he should have told you on his own?"I said.

"Oh I know Kevin...but at least if you tell me..I'll know something and if it doesn't sound like it's on the up...at least I'll know and I'll back off.." she said.

'Well Where is this guy now?" I asked.

"He's in New York ...On business for his law firm...Blockley and Naugle.." she said.

"Blockley and Naugle....I've heard of that firm....Okay....easy enough...I'll call his firm..confidentially ask about him...Where does he live?" I asked...

"I'll give you his address...It's an apartment complex...and this is his two phone numbers.." said Jean..

"Okay...I'll look in to him see what I can find out." I said.

"Ohhh thank you Kevin." she said and hugged me...Like Sissy,Like Angie, Like Carlotta's cousin, Mercedes and Like Sharon Hopkins...She had a soft,round body that I didn't want to let go of...

III-

 In the basement of my building....Morris Communications , where my other company Morris Investigations was housed... I sat with my buddy, Peeping Tom Constanoble...an ex-CIA operative who not only helps me with some of my investigation,but helped me buy all of the right spyware equipment needed as well as other things to be an effective private investigator..

I called both numbers and we attempted to trace them....

"They're burner phones Kev and the GPS has been disabled on both..I can ping the cell tower on both and give you an area where the last transmission was coming from..." he said...

But when he did , the answer was very disappointing..

"That's Jean's house.."I said.

"That's all I got." he said.

"Hmmmm, maybe I ought to round up the rest of the guys and we need to take a look at his apartment." I said.

I rounded up Lockpick Johnson, Owen Todd, Clerow and Sean Jackson and with Peeping Tom ,we drove to the apartment address that Jean gave us...

The window shades were drawn and the lights were out..There were no cars on the street....

"Don't look like nobody is home boss."said Clerow.

"Yeah,I know..." Only one way to find out."I said.

Inside the apartment...There was mail stacked up at the door...Some were porn magazines,others were gun magazines....Still others had to do with stage make up and disguises...

I looked at this...

"Funny thing for a lawyer to be into.."I mused..

Lockpick Johnson got us inside...Once inside, we really got a revelation...There wasn't a thing in the place...No bed, no furniture...No clothes...No nothing...No sign that anybody had ever lived here..

"What the hell?" asked Owen Todd...

"Kev, this is crazy.."said Sean Jackson..

"Come here...look what I've found.."said Peeping Tom...pointing to some electronic equipment..

''Recognize this Kevin?"he asked..

"I sure do...this equipment is used to re rout calls...So that the call will be traced to this location and not to the callers actual location....Just what is this guy into? A fake address...Burner phones, disabled GPS...???"I mused..

"Sounds like he's leading a double life." said Clerow..

"Or something...Let's get out of here." I said.

We packed up and left...leaving everything as it was...

IV-

 I arrived at home, Just as Sepia was finishing up bathing the baby and putting her to sleep...

She sat in my lap...

"Something wrong Kev?" she asked..

"This case...This guy Jean wanted me to look into...He gives her an address where he is supposed to live..but we got there and it's an empty apartment...except for some electronic equipment used to reroute calls if they are traced...The GPS in both of his cellphones have been disabled....The apartment is rented to him, but from what the landlord told me..He pays in cash and has only been seen by him once...He mails the payments in.." I said.

"Sounds like this guy is married..and going to great trouble to keep his real residence a secret."said Sepia..

"Yeah...I'm going to check on this Law Firm he says he works at...Tomorrow"I said.

We walked upstairs....She gently put the baby down for the night and we quietly walked into our room...

Sepia stared at me and smiled....I said nothing...I unzippered her dress and helped her out of it..She quietly unzippered my trousers and unbuttoned my shirt...

We kissed each other slowly....

"End of the day huh?" she said.

"A nice end to a baffling day."I said smiling...

"yeah."she said.

I knew some sexy women...Sissy, Angie, Mercedes,Sharon,Hazel,Carlotta,Olivia..what have you...but none were as sexy to me as my Sepia...

Plus ,I could have her guilt free...

We kissed some more and I eased her panties down slowly....She eased my boxers down and we crawled into bed...Kissing and licking and fondling each other...

"Ohhhhhhhh..." I moaned...

"Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.. Kevin" she cooed..

I rolled over, Sepia smiled at me and then I crawled on top of her...Her flimsy nightie was wide open...I pulled her close to me and took one of her breasts in my mouth, licking it softly...She slid out of her nightie...
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...ouuuuuuuuu, Kevin, that feels soooo good.." she moaned..

She lifted herself up and gently lowered herself on my already bulging manhood....We both moaned loudly as she began moving up and down, first slowly , then next, really slow...

This never truly got old...

Once again there was a full moon out...I wondered if that was an omen of things to come..

The light of the moon was gently sifting through the window across her back as she sat astride me and confidently rode me intimately... I softly grabbed her hips and began to slowly grind inside of Sepia with every rise and fall of her...

"Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu baby, that feeels sooooo...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.." she moaned...

I arched my back a little..

"Yesssssssssssssssss..." I moaned...kissing her gently and enjoying every single moment..

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh baby!..." I found myself moaning....

It was a little after ten o'clock when we got started...four hours and a half of sweet,slow ,tender lovemaking went by ....both of us oblivious to everything and caught up in our passion...

Finally, neither one of us could take it any longer...I exploded with a fury and Sepia began shaking and moaning....She was climaxing too...

''Ouuuuuuuuuuu.." she said with a look of pure ecstacy on her face...She collapsed on top of me and lay there sweating for a minute before she rolled off of me and lay beside me...She was still shaking a little bit, sweating profusely too!

"Ouuuuuuuuu..I'm still cumming....ohhhh my goddd! oh my godddd!!" she moaned..."Ughhhhhhhhhhhhh...ouuuuuuuuuuweeee.." she said.

We both laughed and she turned towards me...

"My goodness....You just show off so much....I have to work tomorrow." she said laughing and kissing me again...

"Well ,you'll go to work feeling better...I know I will."I laughed..

"Yeah,me too.." she said.

She nestled her head inside my shoulders...I kissed her forehead gently..

"I love you Sepia."I said..

"You better." she said and smiled..

I smiled too..Tommorrow back to the hunt.

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