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Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Mocha Latte With A Pinch of Larceny

It was a little after midnight when I got home....Sepia was in the bedroom, looking at her Facebook page...

I smiled at her as I sat on the side of the bed and took my shoes and socks off and my trousers...

''Rough night huh?" she asked.
"Pretty much...I killed a man tonight." I said.

"What?" asked Sepia..

"Turns out the man I was hired to follow was not who I was told he was...He wasn't that woman's husband or any woman's husband...He was a gay hitman and wanted by Sissy and her detectives for a murder that occurred a week ago that I didn't know anything about...I got played.."I said.

Sepia looked at me and cracked up laughing....

"What's so funny?" I asked..

"Gay Hitman....I'm just trying to imagine that." she laughed...

"Didn't you ever watch the Wire on HBO? Omar was gay and he was one of the hardest guys in the game..Had Avon and Marlo shook up!" I said.

"I know I know...I'm just glad you're okay..." she said, still laughing....

"That's why she asked me if I was armed...She wanted to make sure I was...she was hoping I'd do her dirty work for her.."I said.

"Murder By P.I." laughed Sepia , who was beside herself with laughter...

I looked at her and smiled... I took her laptop and looked at it...

"Wow..all you got on here is houses and apartments and lofts...."I said.

''A few condos..There are some photos of me and you and Kimmie poo." she said.

"You don't even publish your blog anymore do you?" I asked..remembering that that was how we met...I used to read her blog and comment on her posts all the time..eventually she commented back and we agreed to meet...She took a train from her home in East Orange ,New Jersey to Philadelphia...and the rest is as they say...History...
"I haven't posted in my blog in years...Since we got married...but I suppose it's still up...Why? You lookin for photos of me in bikinis? or my underwear???" she asked..

"No...I understand you're a businesswoman now and a mommy.." I laughed and slipped her blouse open...

and gingerly unhooked her bra....
"Not to mention your wife..." she whispered...as we began to kiss softly...

"Yes....I can't forget that..." I said...

"You'd better not...You got all of me you need, right here..just for you.." she said softly in between slow, soft kisses..

"Ummmmmmmmmmmmm yes....." I said..

I stared into Sepia's eyes.....I lifted her off the bed and slowly entered her..

"Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Kevin...ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, you feel so good baby...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.." she moaned...

''So do you.." I said.


 "Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmph.." I grunted...

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH....OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY GOD, OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" she screamed as I continued to thrust , harder and feverishly more.....
 I laid her across her bed , a few minutes later and I entered her softly and gently and began to stroke her softly and slowly....She moaned and put her arms around my neck and drew me closer to her..I kissed her neck, between her breasts, her cheeks....She continued to kiss my lips and my ears and my chest...

"Ohhh My God...I can't believe how good this still feels!" she moaned..
"Me neither!" I said.

 Sepia wrapped her legs around my waste and we began to move in a slow, yet deliberate rhythm for quite some time...She matched me thrust for thrust and even kissed my shoulder at one point...She was so soft...so moist and smelled so good...I was losing my mind....She was shaking and looking like she was on the verge of crying the entire time.......

"OUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU...OHHH MY GOODNESS...OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she moaned loudly ,obviously not caring who heard us..

 Sepia and I committed to at least  SIX TO SEVEN HOURS of hot, freaky lovemaking...Our bed was on fire...shaking, squeaking , our headboard softly smacking against the wall...I was glad Kimberly was two rooms away and our door was locked..

Soon Sepia began to shake and gyrate and tears began to stream down her face again....I was surprised at how passionate she was ...

 "It's sooooooooooooooo goooddd...Oh my godddddddddddddd it's soooooo gooood Oh my Goddd Kevin...ohhhhh don't stoppp, don't stopp...don't ever stop...ouuuuuuuuuuuu" she screamed as we both climaxed in a crescendo of sweat!

She smiled....Her mouth was wide open as she stared at me...

"I'm going to at least fix you a pot of coffee in the morning.."

We both cracked up laughing.We then cuddled and drifted off to sleep.

II-
When I woke up the next morning...There was a tumbler of coffee from Dunkin Donuts and a cinnamon twist waiting for me on the table.

Sepia was holding our daughter..

 "I'm sorry baby...You were sleeping so sound, I didn't want to wake you....I called Sheila and told her you wouldn't be in today...She said nothing was pressing...I have to drop Kimmie off at day care..and Bonita and I have a house and a loft to show today...I'll make it up to you.." said Sepia, holding Kimmie and smiling..

"We are good...Especially after last night...Lawd!" I said..

''You are sooo nasty...I'll see you ." she said...

I kissed her and our daughter and watched as they left...

II-
The next day ,I met with Sissy at Police headquarters...I had a tumbler of Mocha Latte for her as she asked and we met on the rooftop as we always had for years...though not as much as we used to...

"Here Siss, I brought you your coffee...Mocha Latte, just as you asked." I said..
She smiled and sipped her coffee..

"So...Once again, we find ourselves entwined in a case together..." said Sissy...

"Once again....You know, a lot of the cases I have now is soft stuff... I do investigatory work for you ex-husband, Robert and his attorneys.....and for Kayla Bennett, Olivia's cousin and another Attorney at the Harris Group..."I said.

''Soft cases...no rough stuff..No street stuff huh?" said Sissy with a smile..

"Yeah...it pays well..Very well and I make it home on time most nights...Just like when I'm working my other job.."I said."That's why you don't see me much." I added..

"But I'm seeing you now!  You killed a murder suspect...A guy we had been looking for ,for a week..A guy who killed a whistle blower..." said Sissy..

"A Whistle Blower?" I said.

''Frank Dunaway worked for the City of Philadelphia..He came to us...Told us he had information on his boss...The City Auditor...Abe Satchel....Millions of dollars worth of corruption...He said it was in a briefcase in a safe deposit box in New York City!" said Sissy..

"In New York City?" I asked..
Sissy took another sip of her coffee and continued..


"He was afraid....Very afraid...He got my ear...I told him I couldn't help him without evidence... He said he had photos of wire transfers, bank statements and even tax returns....he had them all on zip drives and they were in New York in a safe deposit box....He was too afraid to keep that information here...He told me he was going to New York to retrieve it....We were waiting for him....Only when his train arrived...We found him dead...Nobody heard a shot and nobody remembered seeing him...He sat in a quiet car...A sleeping car...People did remember a tall, well dressed portly man walking the aisles the whole time, munching on a pear....We found the pear and got what we needed...We knew who our killer was... Only, we couldn't find him...Went to five listed addresses ..He hadn't been there...Went to his Attorney, our good friend,A.J. Miller and sat on him...He didn't know anything..We tapped Miller's phones hoping he'd call..Nothing...We even tailed Miller..Nothing for about a week." said Sissy.

''Well Osterman paid Miller a short visit yesterday..and apparently slipped your plain clothes detail..."I said.

''We had to pull that detail...Miller threatened court action...Harrassment."said Sissy.

"Okay so somebody killed Dunaway...and got the information.."I said.

"Oh no...Dunaway shipped that bag here...He wasn't carrying anything...Osterman went through his wallet and his clothes..We pulled his prints..That bag just hasn't arrived yet and we don't know when it's going to arrive." said Sissy. "Or if there is even a bag that's arriving." she said.
I passed her a photo of my client..

"You know her? That's who hired me to tail Osterman...Paid me ten large up front...Said She was Frankie Dunaway's wife and said Osterman was he.." I said.

"I don't know her...but I'll put this photo through photo recognition, see if anything comes up...How did you get this? I imagine ...Her wanting to meet in Chinatown in that Bistro meant she didn't want to be seen.."said Sissy..

"Maybe...but that Bistro,like all establishments has a store camera...Before I stopped here..I went there and they printed this photo of our meeting yesterday....I doubt that her name is Lola Dunaway, since he was not married....and I doubt if she's going to meet me again at that Bistro..." I said.

"Besides lying and saying she was Frank Dunaway's wife...Did she say anything else?" asked Sissy...

''Yeah..." I said.

"Mr. Morris...Are you armed? Do you carry a firearm?" she asked.

"Yes...I do...I'm a fully licensed private investigator and licensed to carry...Why?  This isn't that kind of job is it?"I said.

"No, it's just good to know you are prepared for any event.." she said.

"Should I be prepared for uh some event?" I asked.

"In life you never know...My husband travels in some very seedy neighborhoods....and drinks with some very bad people from time to time.." she said.

"And you married him? A man is judged by the company he keeps you know." I said.

"I know this...I know this now." she said.


"Siss I thought I would make small talk..you know, since we were there drinking, exchanging money and information...

"So Ms. Lola..Tell me about yourself." I said.
"Mr. Morris..I'm paying you to find out about my husband...That's all..I'm not trying to be your friend or acquaintence...I'll meet you here this time , a week from today...Thank you for your attention to this matter." she said and got up and walked out without saying goodbye..." I said.

''Wow, she was a real cool customer.." said Sissy...

"Too Cool.." I said.  "There is way more to this than meets the eye.."I said.

''We've solved the murder and we have a non-existent corruption case." said Sissy.

"Well...I know you guys are busy...You just caught that Serial Killer and took down a major Heist crew, caught an escaped felon .....I'll do some digging on my own and get back to you..." I said.

"Keep me posted and I'll call you if we find out who your client really is." said Sissy..

"Thanks again.."I said..

"Forgetting something?" she asked...

"Oh yeah!" I said..

We hugged each other for a long time...Sissy's soft ,curvaceous body felt good as usual..

"Be Easy Kevin." said Sissy...

"Always." I said.


III-
 Sepia called me, asked, if I wouldn't mind meeting her for brunch.. She gave me the address and I found the place in no time...She was there with Kimberly ,our daughter and Bonita, her partner and the wife of my friend, Robert Foxworth, the Attorney.

"Hi baby...Olivia ,Beverly and Donnie Ray told us about this place...The food is great...They have a daily brunch until 3:00 pm..." she beamed..

''Hi Kevin"said Bonita..

"Hey baby." I said and kissed her on the cheek...

We sat down...

"I'm paying for your breakfast since I didn't make that pot of coffee for you this morning." said Sepia.
"Why thank you" I said, smiling.
We all had Blue Berry Waffles and sausage ,Orange Juice and Coffee...
"So you girls show your house this morning?" I asked.

"Sure did..We both sold houses this morning...Kevin, our area is growing rapidly....When Chris and Chess opened those shopping centers and rehabbed those warehouses and turned them into Condos and Lofts...People began flocking around here and Clerow and Owen were no slouches either with their apartments and lofts and storage units...We are rolling...Housing sales are booming." beamed Bonita.
''We rented out a loft today too!" said Sepia..

I was happy for them both....When we met Bonita...She had a small real estate business in Camden....Sepia had just got her Bachelors Degree in Business Administration and was going for her MBA...A little talking an a Real estate degree and license for Sepia and the two started a business...A very successful business...

We had just finished our meal and Sepia had just finished paying the bill...

''You full baby?" she asked..
"Yes indeed....Paid in full..." I said..

"Me too!Thanks for mentioning this place Sepia...I'm going to have Robert bring us here."said Bonita..

''We gotta go baby...We have one more loft to show and I gotta put ole girl back in Daycare.." said Sepia.

"See you tonight." I said.

"Bye Kevin.." said Bonita...

I smiled and waved as they left...

I turned and to my astonishment....There she was...Sipping a Mocha Latte...Lola Dunaway or whoever she was..

Drinking a Mocha Latte...

I walked over to her....

She was stunned..

"I know it's early....but I had to see you again..." I said..

She went to run, but I grabbed her arm and slammed her down in her seat hard.....

"SIT DOWN!" I said....

"Lola Dunaway or whoever you are.." I said.

I spilled the contents of her purse on the table...

"You can't do this..I'll scream, I'll call the police!!!" she yelled..

"Go Ahead....Mary James..."I said...There were several drivers licenses in her purse....Brenda Hawley, Cheryl Thompson, Beverly Morgan, Christine Williams and of course Lola Dunaway..As well as several credit cards in other people's names...including men....

"I'm sure the police would love to see this..." I said..

She kicked me in the shin and jumped up and ran out of the restaurant...leaving me with her purse full of phony drivers licenses and  credit cards....

and an undrinken Mocha Latte....

(TO BE CONTINUED)



5 comments:

Swaggie said...

This is classic Kevin...I love it!

Cheryl said...

This woman is a snake...I can't wait until Kevin takes her down!

Rita said...

What is this chick's game?

Grover Tha Playby said...

What is this chick's game? That's the question right there!

Tate 2 said...

Lovin this story Keith!