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Kate Gets Her Man Ch. 03

Once again thanks to Vickie for her help



Kate sometimes wondered how her life would have turned out if she had never married. She had a promising career as a New York City Police officer before her disastrous marriage had forced her to abandon life in the big city. Few people realize how rural most of New York State is. Reach into its northern mountains and lakes and you find wilderness, poverty, and a highly unsophisticated way of life. Gone is the cosmopolitan to be replaced by an insular hostility to strangers and racial prejudice.

Life as a single mother was difficult in a city if you had resources, but impossible without them. She did not regret her marriage or her choices because they provided the one gift that made life worthy while, Tommy. To Kate, her son was the reason she got out of bed each day. He was why she smiled through each adversity.

All she needed to make her life complete was that rarest of all things, a truly good man. She longed to be a mother again, to come home to a happy family. To have a father for her son and an unspecified number of siblings to keep him company. The most annoying thing in her life at the moment was the fact that every time her fantasy turned to the perfect man she thought of Dennis Morgan.

She spent Sunday night with her silver vibrating friend. She was a believer in building your pelvic muscles with kegel exercises. It was a wonderful excuse for pleasuring yourself and exercising at the same time. She could pull the vibrator into herself without the use of her hands. She spent an hour pulling the vibrator in and pushing it out.

Using her fingers on her clit while moving the vibrator in and out with her pelvic muscles she drove herself to six orgasms. Afterward, she felt ashamed not because she pleasured herself, but because Dennis had invaded her thoughts. He was an intruder she could not keep out. She remembered how it felt to be helpless in his arms in the pool, the warm passion of his lips in his good night kiss, and his sensuous dark almost black eyes. He was a powerful, seductive presence, but one she must resist.

Summers, Tommy spends his days at the Y's day camp. Kate would drop him off before her shift began at eight and try to pick him up as soon after four as she could. When she worked nights, she had to arrange for a sitter. Tommy was good about her night work. Ann Driscola, the elderly widow who lived up the road with her sister, needed to supplement her social security checks. Minding Tommy was a lot better than working at McDonald's as far as Ann was concerned. However, Ann didn't like working overnights. Seventeen- year-old Sophie was a good backup for Ann, but unavailable to sleep over alone.

Kate would swap out her graveyard shifts, midnight to eight a.m. for the four to midnights that were the least desirable. Ann knew that the second shift would most often result in overtime for Kate and a resulting late night for Ann or Sophie. It was a situation that worked well for all of them.

Normally Tommy was ready and waiting when Kate appeared at the Y's entrance, but not today. The girl at the desk informed her he was still in the pool, and so he was. He and Dennis Morgan were in the water together at the far end of the pool. There were half a dozen other young swimmers all getting instruction from Morgan.

"Mom! Mom! Come see what I can do," Tommy called.

Kate came to the pool edge as Tommy took off racing down the pool. Some of the other swimmers took off in pursuit. There was no doubt her son's swimming was improving. Reaching her, Tommy pulled himself expertly from the water.

"Did you see?" He said.

"Yes, you have gotten very good. I doubt I could catch you."

"Denny's been teaching us. Did you know he was a champion swimmer?"

"Yes, I did know that. He almost went to the Olympics I heard. Now it's time to go."

She sent Tommy off to the locker room as Denny came up.

"So now you're a swim instructor," she said.

"They needed someone to fill in between the basic and the advanced class," he said.

"Let me guess, they figured this out when you volunteered today," she said.

"Something like that," he said.

"Well thank you. Tommy can use the instruction. He likes to swim as you apparently noticed, but his mother isn't much in the water," she said.

"Doing anything for dinner tonight? I was going to grab a pizza," he said.

"Sorry, you have most of the town believing that we are a couple. I would prefer not to add to the rumor."

Denny laughed, "Ok, Kate, deny it all you want, but when I want something I don't stop until the buzzer sounds," he said.

Tommy was not as accepting of her refusal.

"Why can't we go for pizza with Denny?" Tommy demanded.

"Because we don't need to see Mr. Morgan every day."

"We don't, we didn't see him yesterday."

"It was Sunday, but we saw him both Friday night and all day Saturday."

"It's not fair, he's my friend and you don't like him."

There is no reasoning with an eight-year-old. Dennis Morgan sure knew her Achilles heel, but she was determined that Morgan would not use her son against her. Though as the saying goes, the best-laid plans of mice and road patrol sergeants....

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"Sorry Kate," Jack Ferguson said.

"Look, please, can't you pick someone else?" Kate said.

"It's not till August. That gives you two weeks to find a sitter. We need a senior officer to be watch supervisor. With all the vacations in August, we are short. But be happy the Sheriff himself suggested you. He's got great confidence in you, and frankly so have I since you put all that Denny Morgan nonsense behind you."

There was no use arguing with Jack either about the assignment or about Morgan's guilt. But what was she to do about Tommy? Ann didn't like sleeping over and Kate was none too sure the older woman could handle the job. Sophie was too young to cover late nights like that. She was pondering her predicament as she reached her desk.

"Congratulations, lieutenant," Jim Lefave said.

"What?" she said.

"Acting third watch commander, Next step is Lieutenant. It will make you the first female in that job. Bet you get the bars by year end," Jim said.

"Slow down partner and remember I'm an outsider and a single parent with a young child. Got any idea who I can get to provide overnight care?"

"I would assume your boyfriend would. He's been spending every day at the Y in the pool with your son."

"Firstly he is not my boyfriend and second he is a violent criminal. How could I leave my son with him?"

"You got to be kidding me. You been on the job almost four years and he's the only guy you've ever been out with. Last five weeks you been seen with him at least a dozen times. I hear he's been to your house. People say he's crazy about you and your kid. If you're not his girl what's going on?" Jim said.

It was true enough. Dennis was like catnip to her. Try as she might she could not leave him alone. He would ask her out three or four times and she would resist, only to give in the four or fifth time he tried. And he never stopped asking or slacked off his assault, not one bit. They had stopped running separately in the mornings, and now ran together whenever possible. She wouldn't swim with him because he took advantage. When they were together in the water, she couldn't keep his hands off her. The worst part was, she knew she wanted his hands on her body and his lips touching hers.

If Tommy had his way, his friend Denny would spend every night with them. The two were good together. They played video games together and planned their next day's activities. But it wasn't just Kate keeping them apart. Morgan had a bar to run. Whatever else he did or didn't do, Morgan ran the Montague from seven at night to 2 a.m. in the morning. Tuesday through Sunday Dennis was in a Montague back booth, with only the occasional night off when he dated Kate.

"Who fills in for you when we go out?" she asked.

"Dan Dupree, of course, the best friend I ever had."

"I heard it the other way around that you pulled him from the gutter."

"You know you are not a very forgiving woman. We all have our problems, it's what we do to solve them makes us who we are. Helping others is the best way to solve your own problems. Don't look at what I did for Dan. Think of what helping Dan did for me."

"You are the strangest man I ever met, Dennis," Kate said.

"Why can't you call me Denny like everyone else?"

"Because Denny is the mask you wear. I want the man behind the front."

She kissed her Dennis then. It wasn't planned, she just did not stop herself.

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"I don't know Jim. I have feelings for Dennis it's true, but how do you trust a man whose whole existence is a lie," she said.

Jim LeLave could only shake his head. If there was a more unlikely couple than Keenan and Morgan he had never heard of them, but something you could not quite explain existed in both of them. It was as if something larger than romance was at work. Something in their stars perhaps.

Kate fought it for ten days before she gave up and called Denny.

"I need a favor," she said.

They were at the Lakeside Dinner. It was lunch time she had invited him for once. As usual she could feel every eye in the place on them when they came in. However, attentions soon waned now that everyone seemed to regard them as a couple.

"Anything I can do for you," he said.

"I need to work the third shift the month of August that's the midnight to eight a.m. shift, but I don't have anyone to watch Tommy."

"Yes you do, me," he said.

"I can arrange coverage until you get off at 2 a.m.," she said.

"Why I'll be at you place every night by 11:30," he said.

"But the bar?"

He reached across the table looked her hard in the eyes.

"If it is a choice between the Montague and Tommy or you what do you think wins?" he said.

Kate looked down She couldn't speak for a moment, her heart felt like it was in her throat.

"I don't know what to say but thank you," she said tears touching the corner of her eyes.







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By the end of her first week as watch supervisor Kate was exhausted. She'd had only the one bad accident on the Thruway and it had involved no death. She'd been required to kick the State Police off the accident scene -- the most corrupt and useless police force in the United States had been blocking traffic and the emergency vehicles with their patrol cars. Other than that incident she'd had a quiet sit down job. The only burden of the job was the astonishing amount of paperwork.

On her first night, she had expected the usual good-natured hazing. She'd gone near the whole shift before she needed to use the ladies room only to find it locked with no key to be found. If this was the best they could do, they were in for a shock. She walked right into the men's room, locking the door behind her. But all the stalls were latched from the inside. It took her a good ten minutes to get one open.

When she emerged, she got a bucket of ice water over her head before they all shared a celebratory cake with 'Miss Kitty' written in big letters. She'd been accepted as the new watch commander by the good old boys. When she kicked the State Police butts, she earned both their respect and their loyalty.

Returning home, she found Tommy up and dressed for camp and breakfast prepared for her. The beds were all made and sundry other chores performed. She tried to tell Dennis he did not have to do this, but he refused to listen. She knew her resolve, where Dennis Morgan was concerned, was slipping. She began to consider the possibility that you had to accept the facts as you knew them rationally. This man was no rapist and it seemed impossible he could have committed the crime. Maybe things between them could go somewhere.

Kate was in the watch commander's office when she saw Don Walker trying to sneak in. She caught him before he could reach the men's locker room.

"Hold it! What are you doing here? You're supposed to be on the Interstate!" she said.

When he turned, she saw the reason for his early return to the station.

"Jesus, please tell me you ran into a bear," she said.

There were four long deep scratches from his mid-right cheek down over his jaw line to his neck. All he could do was look guilty as she led him toward her office and the emergency medical kit.

When she had him seated, she began cleaning his wound.

"Alright, Who, When, Where, and Why, and it better be good," she said.

He hesitated partly in fear, but mostly embarrassment.

"I stopped Claire Trudeau for a broken tail light and, well, one thing led to another," he said.

"One more chance to tell me on your own," she said.

"Ok, Ok. Claire and I go back to high school when she was plain old Claire Morgan living in a trailer with her Mohawk father and her black mother. We dated. I was on the football team and she was a cheerleader. So I stopped her tonight and I made a suggestion that we get together again," he said.

"In other words, you made a sexual proposition to a married woman while on duty," she said.

He gave her a pleading look just before he flinched as she began coating the wound with iodine.

"All right, give me the exact words you used," she said.

"I can't remember exactly. You have to understand, before she was some big ass ski center manager and restaurateur she was just another dark skinned slut. So maybe I said something like why not meet me behind the Wal-Mart like old times—I'm way better than that fat husband of yours. And she does this and gives me a kick in the chins."

"OMG, you realize the complaint she's going to file," Kate said.

"Never gonna happen, not with you here," he said.

"What are you talking about?"

"She's Denny's cousin. He built that restaurant for her husband and the Ski Center for her, but that's just by the way. The Morgans all stick together. Black, white, and mostly red, no Morgan hurts another and if you fight one, you better look over your shoulder to see if the others are coming."

He wasn't just a macho asshole. He was an idiot good only for manning a radar gun.

"Ok get out of here. You got mauled by a bear if anyone asks. But be aware, one more sexual advance to anyone while on duty and I will personally cut your balls off and stuff them down your throat," she said. She stood, and he got out of her office.

She sat down again and hammered her fist on the desk. Just when she was beginning to convince herself that Morgan was innocent, this comes up. They must all have known that Scott Tillman, Desdemona's lover, worked for Dennis' cousin, but no one had said a word. Claire was one of the missing pieces. She must have learned from Tillman where the couple would be on a night that Dennis could reach out and strike. Plotting what looked like an impulsive act. How long had they planned, and how many were ultimately involved? Don Walker had said the Morgans stick together.

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The young black woman was bawling orders to big coarse looking workmen in backhoes and bulldozers. She had a line of men working with shovels and others with crowbars shifting boulders. The mountain looked as if it was bleeding from a series of scars. The iron-rich rock was being leveled and shaped into the base for the snow that would be coming soon, both manmade and natural.

It had been three weeks since Kate had learned the connection between Claire Trudeau and Dennis Morgan. They had been hard weeks with her torn between what she saw as her duty, and the love she knew she felt for this man who had come into her life. Through gentle persuasion, Dennis Morgan had convinced her that she could have a meaningful life with a man.

These had been weeks of financial researching, and calls to an old police academy friend who now specialized in financial crimes. Those had been interesting conversations about the true state of the economy and how America's corrupt banking system actually works. A surprising number of financially sound small banks had failed while the large insolvent institutions that had caused the financial crisis survived with infusions of taxpayer money. The big banks were even allowed to enrich themselves further at the expense of the small banks.

The Tyler County Bank and Trust survived, but Alan Dodge refused to say why. He wouldn't lie, he just would not talk. It was anything you want Ms. Keenan, except the truth.

"For a special friend of Denny Morgan whatever we can do, but the bank finances and Mr. Morgan's relationship with the bank we discuss only with the regulators."

Claire saw Kate approach and she didn't smile. This was a tough, determined woman, Kate decided. She knew what Claire could do to a man, but she was undeterred. This had to be done.

"I'm—" Kate began

"I know who you are Sergeant, and why you have come," Claire said.

"People think this is a seasonal business and we have off when it isn't snowing, but we're constantly fighting to maintain it. It takes a lot of sweat and effort to keep people happy and relatively safe on these slopes," Claire said, turning to Kate.

"I'm not here to trap you or cause you trouble—" Kate said.

"No, you just want the truth, which is the one thing that will destroy us all. So why don't we walk down to the lodge building? We have hot and cold drinks and food for the crews down there," Claire said. She turned without waiting for a reply.

They found seats in the empty lodge building and Claire served coffee and Danish.

"It's already getting cold up here. Could be a good year," Claire said.

"Are you very profitable?" Kate asked.

"We do better than most thanks to Denny. He knew to put most of the money into the amenities. You never make money off the actual skiing. It's in all those extras. The food, drink, equipment you can sell," Claire said.

"I imagine your husband is a great help with the food and drink," Kate said.

"Charlie knows his business and that happens to be a kitchen, but you have to watch his expenses like a hawk."

"Especially since you're all broke," Kate said taking a sip of coffee but never taking her eyes off Claire.

"So you know. Denny said you would eventually get on to us. You certainly are no Desdemona," Claire said.

"She never caught on?"

"That stupid bitch. If she knew there was no money how long do you think she would have stayed? She is only good on her back and she thinks with what is between her legs," Claire said as her lips twisted and her eyebrows raised in disgust.

"But she would have known as soon as they got to the actually financial discovery. The minute they got past the assets into the liabilities and saw how all of this was pledged against the liabilities of the Tyler County Bank," Kate said motioning to the buildings and grounds around her.

Claire shrugged, "It wasn't expected to go on this long. The recovery has been exceptionally slow. Denny had no choice as he saw it. He could have saved himself, but only at the expense of all the rest of us. Allen was a wreck, I think he was contemplating suicide. None of us did anything wrong. A bunch of guys on Wall Street cheated, stole, and misjudge. My Mohawk grandmother was right, you can't trust Americans, only your own people."

"So everything Dennis Morgan owns and all the income is propping up a failing bank?"

"Not failing just undercapitalized. We couldn't let the regulators come in and take over. The FDIC would pay the small depositors by calling every loan the Bank had. The ski lodge, the Water Park, Belle Claire, Mama Lupe's and more than half the home mortgages in the county. We all would be back living in trailers."
"Would that be so bad?"

"Easy for you to ask that, with your white skin, green eyes and blond hair. But take a good hard look at Denny. He's got the same white skin almost, but that's it. That renegade sister of his couldn't get away fast enough. There's a big difference between her and Denny. He will never turn his back on us. The bar was debt free, and so were the breweries and the Hop farms. He could have walked away, but he didn't."

"So Desi had to be taken care of."

"Greedy bitch! Denny could never resist a good looking blond. The light eyes, the pretty curl to the hair. Said she loved him, wanted children. Well, she lied and then she planned a divorce. I guess you figured it when that useless excuse for a man Tillman bragged about how they were going to be rich. Loverboy told his buddies all about it. What they did and where they did it. Unfortunately, for lover boy his cronies were more concerned with keeping their jobs."

"They told you when and where?" Kate said.

"Pretty much, Denny's house was just a short drive along the old reservation line. The one the County refuses to honor," Claire said.

"You naturally needed to stop them before the world found out how precarious the Morgan finances actually are. Can't afford a run on the bank can we," Kate said.

"Seems to me you're pretty smug for a woman who just found out her man is broke and deep in debt."

"Maybe because I was seeking something other than money. Maybe I was looking for a man who was worth loving," Kate said.

Claire seemed to reflect on this as if something inside her was warring with itself.

"You almost make me believe that Denny found the blond he was looking for this time," Claire said.

"I don't know that to be true because I don't believe I can get past what Denny did no matter how much he believed he had to do it."

As Kate got up to go, Claire stood pressed her clenched fists against the table and spoke the words that would truly trouble Kate.

"Think about this Sergeant. Some of us thought that the best solution was to eliminate the problem entirely and very permanently. It was Denny who refused the best solution."

Kate was under no illusion that Claire Morgan was incapable of homicide, or that she lacked the ability or the necessary accomplices to make Desdemona Morgan permanently disappear. You only had to look up at the Mountain to know what Claire's faction of the mixed race Morgan family would have done without the slightest hesitation.

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"Come in Sergeant, I've been expecting you," the Honorable Ed. Reagan said, swinging his screen door wide so she could enter.

"Thank you, Judge," Kate said.

"Not judge anymore, but I do make a passable ice tea and I love company, especially those who come looking to solve mysteries," he said.

He seated her in the pleasant living room of his modest ranch home. The house had an empty feeling, as if it were waiting for someone to come home and fill it with life.

"Do you miss your wife a great deal?" she asked.

"Shows, does it?" he replied.

"A bit," she said.

"Well it's hard to lose someone you spent two-thirds of your life loving, but I am getting by. I must admit I owe a bit of a debt to that rascal Denny Morgan, who I presume you have come about."

"Yes, but you are the only one who has had a bad word to say about him," she said.

"Oh don't misunderstand me. Being a judge is a boring job, the worst part of which is that you are cut off from the association of your legal colleagues. The only people you associate with on a daily basis are your fellow jurists, as dull a bunch as ever there was.

"But Denny Morgan has a gift. A very amusing man in a courtroom. He can hold the attention of a crowd. More than a comic, he is a magician. He has any number of tricks. The rabbit from his hat, birds fly from his hands, and he can make any card in the deck appear at will. A very clever fellow indeed," the former judge said shaking his head.

"Yes, I always looked forward to Denny appearing before me. He was never dull and he always brought a surprise with him. That is why like you, I am of the opinion that he did what he was accused of, but I doubt anyone could ever prove his guilt," the old Judge said.

"But you are the principal witness to his alibi," Kate protested.

"And a truer statement I never made. I refuse to lie in any cause. The ends never justify the means of themselves. I saw Denny Morgan there that night, I am in no doubt of this. He is nothing if not eccentric. One of the richest men around, and always in a worn blue blazer from the Gentlemen's Warehouse. You could not mistake it or that Cornell Law School ring on his finger flashing in the dim lighting of that one-time biker bar. I can see him in my mind now half hidden in the back booth. He is watching everything that goes on in his bar. Nothing gets past Denny Morgan that takes place in the Montague. I am sitting at the bar by that Seventy Inch Sony watching the Yankees, but Denny is watching me and everyone else.

"If this was some magician's trick it was worthy of any stage in Vegas. I can't lie, if he left that night, he fooled me and every other pair of eyes in that establishment. I can swear to nothing but the fact I saw him there. I am sorry young woman I cannot reassure you that he is innocent, but I can do nothing less than testify to that unlikely fact."

Kate pursed her lips. She had no idea what to do. She was sure Denny had done what she arrested him for, but how he did it seemed as much a mystery as ever.

The Judge leaned forward a small smile broke his craggy face.

"You know young woman, I have a lot of years on you so listen when I tell you that we are most effective when we learn to let the ones we can't win go."

"I guess you are right in a law enforcement sense, but personally it causes me a problem," she said.

"Well, I see your problem. And all I can say—having lived the greater part of my life with another, is that it isn't your intellect that keeps you together, but your heart," the old man said a tear trickling down his face.

Kate leaned forward placed a kiss on his worn cheek and said "Thank you, Judge, and retired though you may be, I have never known a man more worthy of the title."

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Kate was waiting at the kitchen table when Denny walked in at 11:30 p.m.

"You're not in your uniform," he said.

"That's because I have my four-day break," she said.

"Oh, so you don't need me to watch Tommy?" he asked.

"No, and he is at my mother's for a week. I made the arrangements yesterday and packed him off on the plane today. Mom called to say he arrived safe," she said.

"Well I guess I'll be going," he said

"I need you to stay. We need to talk and then I need you to make love to me," she said.

Denny fell back into one of the kitchen chairs, stunned by her words.

Kate's green eyes looked into his dark ones. Yes, she could see it. Very faint, but there was the non-European blood, the Mohawk blood diluted by countless generations of intermarriage. She could see the years of hurt from betrayal that left him suspicious and yes, violent. The generosity and loyalty to his family and to so many others that coexisted with a deep resentment. How much of what had happened to Desdemona was caused by greed and how much by anger? You would never be able to tell.

She broke the spell, "I know you did it, and I know you had your reasons. Some of the motive was selfless, but what you let loose was a violence that is part of you. Nevertheless, I love you and want you and I can't stop myself from loving and wanting you."

"Kate, I—"

"Let me finish. I don't believe I will ever be able to prove what you did. You're very smart and you had help from sources I can only guess at. So we are going to put this behind us, pretend it doesn't exist. All I want for now is for us to make love."

"Ok, fine by me, but I want to be honest about my situation. I'm broke, all I have is debts—"

She stopped his words with a kiss. Took his hand and led him up the stairs to her bedroom.



In her bedroom, she stripped him, not letting him help, then pushed him down on her bed. She began a slow strip tease for him, watching his erection rise. When she had him up and herself stripped she kneeled over him, straddling his legs.

When he realized what she was about to do, he said, "That's not necessary," and tried to rise.

She pushed him down saying "My house, my bed, and...MY COCK."

She had taken hold of his cock as she said this last, and slipped the head into her mouth. Her tongue danced across his urethra and slipped beneath his foreskin. Denny had never appreciated a blow job before but he quickly realized that this was to oral sex as the Mona Lisa was to portraits. Millimeter by millimeter she took him in. He was no more than half way home and ready to cum when she eased back.

"Calm down, we have a long way to go before you cum in my mouth and I swallow your seed," she said.

She nearly put him over right then.

"This is rather unexpected," he said.

She laughed, "Well for once I'm the one doing the surprising."

She slipped him back in her mouth and continued her slow descent until her nose was buried deep in his pubic hair. The scent of his musky sex sent a deep longing pleasure through her body. It had been so long and her need was so great.

She held him in her throat. Squeezed him with her throat muscles and then released him back him out. She estimated he had one more deep go in him and she was right. As she backed him out the second time, he let loose in her hungry mouth. She lost all control then as if someone had flipped a switch sending her into high gear.

It took all Denny's strength to wrestle control from her. He ended on top, his mouth smothering hers, his tongue fighting hers for control. For the first time in his life, he tasted cum, but she had him lusting so much for her he was beyond caring.

Denny moved down to try and return the favor.

"No, you don't need to do that," she said.

Now it was his turn to laugh. "Need to, I can't stop myself."

He began licking her from behind her knees, up her thighs, while his fingers alternated teasing her sex and her breasts. When his tongue reached her vulva, she moaned. When he finally touched her clitoris, she let out a scream.

Denny found she had a clit like a small angry thumb sticking out from its hood. He teased it, barely touching it with his tongue while his fingers began a slow exploration of her lower body. She began to beg him to finish her.

"I'm close, Dennis please, I just need a little more," she said.

"Sorry Kate, payback is a bitch," he said.

He tormented her, keeping her on the edge until suddenly he sucked her clit into his mouth and reached his hands up to assault her breasts. What followed was a powerful orgasm that sent her thighs trembling and left her limp as a boiled noodle.

They lay cuddling for a while.

"I'm almost to my time of the month. It should start over the weekend, so I'm safe," she said.

"And if you're not?" he said.

"I guess I should warn you I really want children. It's just who I am," she said, turning to look deeply into his eyes. He smiled back at her.

"I will hold you to that promise," he said.

Those were the words that sealed their bargain. He could not marry her -- he was still legally married to Desdemona. What followed were months of secret sex and emotional frustration. Fall arrived and seemed quickly replaced by winter.

It was on a night following a day of legal maneuvering between Denny and his estranged wife that Kate delivered the news. Tillman had left the field, scurried off to Aspen in an attempt to put his ski bum life back on track. Desdemona was still stubbornly fighting for a payday.

"Denny, I missed my friend," Kate said

"What friend?" Denny asked, distracted by troubling thoughts as to what might happen to his current wife if she continued to hold out for money.

"The one that visits every twenty-eight days," Kate said.

"Fuck...No sorry, I'm happy—but you know...bad timing,"

Their heads came together and their arms wrapped around each other. They were in love and they wanted the child they had made together.

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Ferguson called her in to give the heads up.

"Sheriff is going to announce it just before Christmas. So congratulations," Ferguson said.

Kate was pleased, but her happiness was tempered by wondering what the reaction was going to be when everyone learned that the new lieutenant was an unwed mother.

She called Denny. "I just made lieutenant, love," she said.

"Congratulations! You deserve it! And will make the prettiest lieutenant anyone has ever seen."

"Until they notice I'm pregnant," she said.

Denny went quiet.

"You still there?" she asked.

"Don't worry Claire is going to take care of things," he said.

"What things!—Dennis WHAT things?"

"I'll tell you later," he said and hung up.

She tried to get him back, but her calls went to voice mail.

She drove to Belle Claire. Whatever it was she had to stop it. When she arrived, it was early afternoon. A sign said the restaurant was closed for the day. She found Charlie Trudeau seated in the main dining room sipping a glass of wine. A half-full bottle sat on the table.

"It isn't that bad," he said, speaking more to himself than Kate.

"Where can I find Claire— at the Ski Lodge?" she asked.

Charlie gave a sad sigh and took another sip of his wine.

"All the rest is gone, all my Grand Cru, just the California Plunk left," he said

"Charlie what are you talking about? And where is Claire? It is very important."

"She took it, sold everything. It was a great cellar. They sold the hop farms. They even mortgaged the Montague."

"Why?" she asked, dropping into a seat across the table from him.

Charlie reached across, grasped her hands.

"Family, it was always about family. Can't let you down. So Desi gets her money. Not what she dreamed of...but then that was always just a fantasy."

They were silent looking at each other. Kate broke the silence, "How much?"

Charlie shrugged, "My woman doesn't bother me with such things, several millions I guess. The wine alone was a fortune.... Here, try this wine -- it is not all that bad," he said.

That is how it was done. Desi was gone and the marriage was on. No real proposal, but then none was needed.

The wedding was meant to be a simple affair, but it quickly became apparent that the little Catholic Chapel would not hold all those who wished to attend the ceremony. They had to wait for good weather so a tent could be raised outside, and for Denny to finalize his divorce. The settlement covered all claims, with both parties releasing each other and the divorce granted as a no fault on consent.

So on an early spring day, beneath a clear blue sky, Father Stevenson conducted the ceremony. He had worked very hard to nullify Kate's first marriage and was pleased to see the large crowd gather on the church lawn. They spilled over onto the University playing fields as their ranks passed two thousand.

Mama Lupe hosted the reception with the help of Charlie Trudeau. By day's end, they had run out of everything but beer. It seemed everyone was drinking but the bride, who was by that time four months pregnant. Lieutenant Keenan's fellow officers made up for her abstemiousness by over indulging. The new commander of the second watch was fortunately on her honeymoon for a week, so they would not need to face her ire the following day.

Kate found herself poor but happily married and on her way to becoming what everyone believed would be the first female sheriff of Tyler County. After all, she now was Kathryn Morgan, the wife of the most popular man in the County. She had everything a woman could want until the night she walked into the Montague.

Kate was near six months pregnant. It was a hard pregnancy because she was carrying twins. Good old Denny had forgotten to tell her the Morgans were prone to twins. She had the worst of the three shifts, but it was Wednesday night, the slowest day of the week, and Sergeant Jim Lefave was helping her.

Just before Nine o'clock she decided to visit her husband instead of eating her dinner and then regurgitating in back into the porcelain bowl as she usually did. A nice ginger ale and a little loving and commiseration from her husband were in order.

Kate walked into the Montague right at nine and waved to Lottie as she headed for the back booth. There she found Denny seated almost hidden by the booth, drinking coffee. He smiled as he saw her.

"Well this is a nice surprise," he said.

She kissed him as she awkwardly sat down, maneuvering her belly to slide into the booth next to her husband. She pulled down on her uniform skirt. Pants were no longer an option with the extended belly. Whatever physical intimidating she still commanded was in the authority of her voice, not the motherly shape she now had.

As Denny slipped his arm around her, a figure emerged from behind the booth.

"Payday Denny," Dan Dupree said.

Dan was a small man, if anything an inch or so smaller than his boss. His dark hair had a touch of gray, but the two men had a degree of familial similarity. Up close you would never fail to distinguish them, But from a distance? Say across a crowded barroom. In the dim light?

Denny reached into his jacket for the kitchen payroll checks.

Wednesday was the day the payroll was received by express mail from the Rochester payroll company. Kate pulled herself up to look over the back of the booth where a hidden door was now open.



"HOLD IT," she said as Denny passed the payroll check to a suddenly nervous Dan.

"So that was how it was done! Dan comes out of the kitchen after the staff has left. He flips off the lights at the breaker box, changes into the jacket, puts on the ring, and sits in the booth. You leave and flip on the lights as you go. A short drive down the old reservation road you know so well. A brief bit of violence and then when you come back, the process is reversed. Everyone sees just what they expect to see. No one looks close because they have no reason to. I got you, Dennis Morgan," Kate said.

"Calm down now, it's not good for the babies," Denny said patting her arm. Denny sighed, "It's ok, Dan. Give the boys their checks and go home. Give Alice and my little cousins a kiss for me," he said.

"No, no, you're under arrest! It's my duty! It will be alright, I will stand by you, but you're caught!" she said.

"I'm very sorry," Denny said. "But I can't let you embarrass the Sheriff or DA, Simons any more than we have done already. Whatever you know is useless. You're my wife and it's all privileged. "

"But—but I know," she said.

"Yes, you are very smart and good at what you do, but so am I. Believe me when I tell you, the minute you open that lovely mouth of yours, all that will happen is that everything you say and all the information that comes from there can never be used again. You're my wife now. They can't use what you know against me. So please be considerate and don't make things awkward for everyone. Poor Frank has to stand for reelection next year, you know."

It hit Kate like a bucket of ice water. He had outmaneuvered her from the first.

"Dennis Morgan you are a snake. The most treacherous creature God ever made," she said, and then she smiled as the thought hit her.

She climbed over him till she had her knees straddling him with her big belly pushing against him. She reached down and undid his pants.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"What do you think? The elastic snapped on my last good set of underpants today. In this dress, I walked right out of them. It was very embarrassing."
"You can't do this here!" he said.

She pulled his hardening cock out. She spit in her palm, then lubricated him. It took a bit of doing, but she got him in as her smiled widened.

"I got you, Mr. Morgan. You smart ass attorney," she crowed.

"Please—people will see," he pleaded.

"We're hidden in this booth," she said.

"I am, but you're not. You stick up over the top. People will know what you are doing," he said.

"So, I'm your wife. For better or in this case for worse. Can't divorce me now can you?" she said.

"No, I can't, but I never thought you would take advantage of the situation. After all, we love each other."

"Love is only a mitigating circumstance. Dennis Morgan, I sentence you to life without benefit of parole," Kate said and then pulled her vagina over his male member and into her tight grip. He gasped, as it felt like she had a vice between her legs. Dennis Morgan was trapped beneath Lieutenant Kathryn Keenan Morgan's pregnant body.

"Told you that you could not escape me," Kate said, leaning in to whisper into his ear and press her cheek to his.

"Who said I wanted to?" came his reply.

They made love in the back of the seedy Montague bar off Capulet Street. They were only partially hidden by the deep booth. Two lovers who should not have been. By common understanding, they were the richest couple in Tyler County, and who are we to disagree?



Well there you have it. I hope you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing. Please let me hear your thoughts.
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