Case Dismissed

The words rang out clearly and understandably, spoken by the judge as his gavel hammered down, releasing my wife from the charge of murder. She was innocent as far as the law was concerned but she was guilty of a crime a lot more personal and destructive to our marriage. What had led up to my wife being charged with murder started a little over four months ago and it had come to me as a complete surprise. Our old grandfather clock had just chimed eight o'clock when Stella and I sat down to watch TV together. Before I could get settled the door bell summoned me. Imagine my surprise when I saw a New Jersey State trooper and another man standing on my doorstep. "Mr. Lyons?" he asked, "Sidney Lyons?" "Yes," that's me," I answered, wondering what the police would want from me, especially at this hour." "I'm Trooper Hansen and this is Detective Michaels from the NYPD. May we come in?" Oh, yes, sorry you caught me by surprise. Come in, what can I do for you? Is it about my kids? Are they in trouble?" "We're not here about them; it's you we want to talk to." "Me?" was my startled answer, "What could you want with me?" "For starters, do you own a maroon Ford SUV, New Jersey license number XX-xxx?" It was the NY cop who posed the question. "Yeah, it's registered to me, but it's my wife's car. I hardly ever drive it. Was she in an accident? She didn't tell me anything about it." "Did you or she ever drive it into Manhattan, this past Friday, Saturday or Sunday?" He had completely ignored my query. "Neither of us," I responded, "I was here in Short Hills and my wife was visiting her sister in Allentown. She drove there, so her car couldn't have been in New York." "Is there any one else who can attest to your whereabouts over the weekend?" "Yeah, my kids, they were with me, on and off, all weekend." "And Mrs. Lyons?" "Her sister could I presume. You would have to contact her in Allentown. Oh, and I called her there myself." "You called your sister in law? When?" "No, I called my wife on Saturday, when she was there." "On your sister's house phone or her cell?" I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. When I spoke to Stella, I had called her on her cell phone, I heard her relay a question I had asked about her brother in law and then got a relayed reply from her sister, but I never heard Paula's voice. Stella could have been anywhere in North America. "On her cell." was my hesitant answer. All I got was grunt from Michaels in response and then, "May I speak to her?" "Of course, she's in watching TV. What's this all about detective?" I asked, and then before he answered me, "Darling, these men want to talk to you." "Who wants to talk?" she had just seen the trooper behind Michaels. "Mrs. Lyons, I am Detective Micheals from the NYPD and Trooper Hansen is here to make sure, and bear witness to the fact, that none of your rights are violated." "My rights? Have I done anything wrong?" "Can you please tell me your whereabouts from Friday evening through Sunday afternoon?" Maybe it was the lighting or the flickering of the TV but I thought I could see her flinch and possibly go pale. But she stuck to her story repeatedly about being in Allentown. "And your sister would testify to that in a court of law?" was his last question. "Yes, of course." Again, the same flicker and the same tension. "Then how can you explain this?" he asked again as he held out a piece of paper, showing her both sides. "What is it? I can't tell anything from what yon are showing me." "It's a receipt from a parking garage, underneath an apartment house, on the west side of Manhattan. On the back are two time stamps, one showing entry at 7:10 pm Friday and the other showing exit at 2:20 pm Sunday. On the front it shows a maroon Ford and the New Jersey license number XX-xxx? That car is registered to your husband and he claims it is driven by you. Do you still maintain that you were in Allentown?" "Yes, I was with my sister." But her body language and her demeanor told me she was lying and I was sure the cops picked up on that too. Michaels confirmed my thoughts when he said, "Mrs. Lyons, I am investigating a Class A felony and being untruthful to the police under these conditions can have serious consequences. Do still want to stick by your story?" "Yes, of course I do, it's the truth." "Thank you Mrs. Lyons. Rest assured that this is not the last you will hear from me." He turned and left followed by Trooper Hansen. Leaving me standing and looking at my wife. "What the hell was that all about Stella?" I demanded. "It was as obvious to me as it was to them, that you were lying. Where the hell were you and what did you do?" She was staring at the wall, somewhere to the left of me and my question shook her out of her daze. But all I got in answer to my question was a burst of tears and the sight of her back as she ran up the stairs and locked herself in the bathroom. I followed but all I got in reply to the questions I asked through the door was, "Go away, leave me alone." I gave up asking after half an hour. I had no answer after waiting for her in bed until midnight when I fell asleep. When I awoke in the morning she was sleeping next to me, God knows what time she got there. I let her sleep; I didn't have time to interrogate her. I had to go to work. I fared no better the next night with my questions, all I got was stubborn silence or tears. Friday evening, just as we were sitting down to dinner, the shit hit the fan. When I answered the door bell's summons, Detective Michaels and Trooper Hansen were again on my doorstep. I greeted them with, "I don't think I want you inside. Last time you upset my wife and caused a lot of unhappiness here......." "I have a warrant; you have to let me in." Micheals stated. I looked at Hansen, he nodded his head as Michaels bulled in past me, right into the dining room. As we followed I heard him say, "Mrs. Lyons, stand up please, hands behind your back. You have the right to remain silent," he began his recitation as he snapped the cuffs on her wrists and then finished it as he walked her out the door. It happened so fast and was so unexpected I just stood there dumbfounded looking at Hansen. "Here's a copy of the warrant." he said as he handed it to me. "What the hell just happened? Why did he arrest her? Why is she in cuffs? Why in front of my kids?" I had a million questions. "Look," he said, "I'm only here because he is out of his jurisdiction and the State of New Jersey cooperates with New York. Everything he did was kosher. The warrant states the arrest was for 'suspicion of murder', that's a class A felony. The cuffs are mandatory. The way I understand it, they have visual proof she was in the building where a murder took place. She flat out lied about being in New York City from Friday until Sunday. That made her a prime suspect. You better get a good lawyer, she'll probably be arraigned Monday morning." I called the only lawyer I knew, the one I used when I bought my house. When I told him my story, he told me that this case was way beyond his experience and recommended a criminal lawyer in New York City. "Can I get a hold of him on the weekend?" I asked. "It's a big firm," he laughed, "they work the asses off their associates. Somebody's probably there and it will probably cost you your ass if you use them. Ask for Sam Braverman, he's a partner, he's the best criminal attorney you can get." I called, nine o'clock on a Friday night, and I got a receptionist. Did these guys work 24/7? She rattled off five names as the name of the firm before she asked how she could help me. Shit I thought, five partners, they must have twenty more associates. This is going to cost me more than I make in a year. I was wrong; they had twenty partners and another seventy associates. I asked for Mr. Braverman. Naturally he wasn't in, she gave me another lawyer. I don't even remember his name but he told me that although they worked round the clock the courts didn't. There was nothing could be done until Monday morning when someone from their office would be there to represent her at her arraignment. I would meet her lawyer afterwards, but it wouldn't be Braverman. The associate would tell me when I could meet His Highness later. I felt like I was getting the runaround. The upshot at her arraignment was that she would be held on a murder charge and bound over for a Grand Jury hearing later in the week. She was led away and I braced the lawyer on his way out. After I identified my self and demanded to know what's going on he told me he didn't know much more than I did and to come with him and we could ask her. Finally, after another half hour, we met her in an interview room down in the cell block. She looked like shit. She also couldn't look directly at me. The lawyer put a recoding device on the table and began with, "Mrs. Lyons, you are here because the police believe that you murdered one Max Banhoff. You will probably be indicted by the Grand Jury and before we take your case, I have to ask you, did you do it? "No," she vehemently denied, "I could never kill anybody." "The police claim you lied to them when you denied being in New York last weekend, that's what made them suspicious of you. Were you lying then or now?" "I was then but not now." "Then tell me why you lied then and what you were doing that made you lie." For the first time she looked at me and I could see the pain etched in her eyes and in her face. "Do I have to do this in front of my husband? Does he have to be here?" she asked. "Lady," he said in exasperation, "It will come out at your trial, in front of the whole world. You might as well get the pain over with now." "I was.........we were.........involved." "Involved? Who was? Involved, how?" "Max and .......me. We were having......... an..........affair." I could see her struggle to say what she had to tell. Every word she spoke hit me like a blow to my gut. I couldn't find the breath to say a thing. I got up and walked out of the room to sit on a bench in the hallway. I had heard enough. After about half an hour he came out and sat next to me, "You didn't know?" "Not a clue." was my reply. Just then his cell phone rang. "Murkowski," was his greeting, "Yeah Sam. I just got finished talking to her. She swears she didn't do it. Yeah, she was banging him. About four months. Yeah I'm with Lyons now. Four thirty today, your office." Murkowski looked at me, I nodded. "Yeah, he'll be there. No she wouldn't talk about any of that. Hell, I don't know, I haven't had a chance to talk to him yet. Yeah, I'm coming back now; I'll bring it right into you." Then, looking at me he said, "You heard? Here's my card, Sam will tell you everything this afternoon. I gotta run." and he took off before I could ask a question. I was beyond exasperated when I was admitted into Braverman's office promptly at four thirty. At least he didn't try to impress me by keeping me waiting. "Mr. Lyons," was his jovial greeting. "Please sit down. May I call you Sid and you, please call me Sam, I like to keep things informal. I just finished listening to your wife's interview with Murkowski and I have a few questions for you........." "Hold it I!" shouted, interrupting him, "Between Friday evening and this morning, the bottom fell out of my life and nobody has told me a God damn thing. I would just like to know what's going on." "You really don't know? Didn't you read the warrant?" "I'm a doctor, not a lawyer. My only brush with the law up until now has been a parking ticket and that was years ago." "OK, she was arrested on a charge of "Suspicion of Murder' and she will appear before the Grand Jury within the next two days. The 'suspicion' means they don't yet have witness to the murder but they have strong reasons to suspect her. They will indict her and then a judge will set bail. Your wife swears, by all that's holy, that she didn't kill him and since I have a personal interest in this case, I want to see justice done. If it wasn't her then I want to find out who did." "A personal interest? Were you fucking her too?" I was angry. "Me? God no, I don't think I have ever set eyes on your wife. No, because of Banhoff. He and I went to law school together and we became partners as defense attorneys afterwards. We parted ways five years ago when he began defending mobsters. I only wanted to defend the innocent." "I don't know how innocent she can be, she admitted to having an affair." "She will be tried for murder not adultery. Adultery is not a crime in New York anymore. You might want to see her spend the rest of her life in jail for what she did to you, but that is not what she is charged with. You seem to have thought you had a good marriage before this past weekend, so why not wait and see how this plays out before you rush to judgment." "It's not only that." I explained, "I'm only ten years out of medical school and it took me four of them to pay off my educational debts. Now I have two young kids to take care of and I just took on a mortgage on a house she had to have. I make a good living but I have no reserves. From the looks of this office, I don't know if I can afford your services or that I want to go into debt again. Especially if it's to save her cheating ass." "I told you, I have a personal interest, and if she is innocent I'll do it for whatever is in your savings account as of today. If she is not, I'll make sure she rots in jail for the rest of her life. That will be your revenge and mine too. I just want to make sure the right person pays for killing him. Max was my best friend for a long time, that is up until the time he tried to put the make on my wife. Hell, he was the best man at my wedding and he probably screwed every bridesmaid, including the Matron of Honor. He never met a halfway decent looking woman he didn't try to fuck and he succeeded with most. If he set his sights on your wife, she probably never stood a chance. He had a silver tongue and could seduce any jury with more than two women on it, to vote not guilty or at least come in with no verdict at all. So, do we have a deal, do you want me to defend her?" We shook hands and as predicted she was indicted. Bail was set at quarter of a million and I refused to put up the bond, her parents had to do it. I didn't even go to pick her up when she was released; they had to bring her to our home. They walked in behind her, all three walking as if on eggshells. Not knowing how I would greet her, fearing the worst. The kids of course went nuts, happy to have their mother back home. My feelings were not so exuberant. It didn't take long for the excitement to settle down and the kids went out to play. Then her parents, assured that I wouldn't do anything violent, left. Just the two of us sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee, not knowing what to say. Finally she broke the silence, "Please don't hate me." "Hate you," I exploded, "What reason could I have to hate you? Could it be because you lied to me to be with your lover? Could it be because you cheated on me? Could it be that you wouldn't talk to me or tell me what was wrong? Could it be that you were fucking some hot shot lawyer while I was working my ass off getting us out of debt and buying you this house you had to live in? Or maybe it's just because you ripped apart my perfect life and turned it into shit. Hate you. How could I hate you? Christ, I don't even know you well enough to hate you." She burst into tears and ran into our bedroom, slamming the door as she closed it. We spent the weekend in an armed truce, speaking only when we had to, being polite in front of our children. I had been sleeping on the pull out sofa bed in our den since she got home. The following week, she spent three days being interviewed by Braverman's associates. I got a call from him Friday. "OK, Sid, I've got the whole story," Sam told me, "from the minute she met him four months ago to the minute she left him that Sunday afternoon. She still swears he was alive and well when she left. It's not pretty and she says she could never tell it to your face but that I can send you a copy of the recordings. If you want them, I'll overnight them to you." Not pretty? Not tell me to my face? Four months? Do I want them? God damn right I do! This whole business has been eating me up alive. "Send them." I said. Stella answered the door when Fedex arrived Saturday morning; she brought the cardboard envelope to me. "From Sam, she said, "The discs, I guess. I want you to know, I never wanted to hurt you. I'm so sorry for what I did and I don't know if you will ever forgive me. I love you, I really do, I.........I......." She couldn't finish and she fled the room, crying as she went. Six discs, almost eighteen hours of interview. It was going to be a long weekend. It was painful to listen to. It began with a male voice that sounded like Murkowski's. "Mrs. Lyons, I want you to tell me everything that happened to you in your relationship with Max Banhoff. Everything you can recall from the moment you met him, everything that was said and done and what you were feeling at the time." "Everything? My God?" I could hear the embaressment in her voice. "You are facing a murder charge; we are trying to salvage the rest of your life. Sometimes our knowing the minutest detail can make the difference. Anything that you say here is in complete confidence and will not be divulged to anyone without your permission. So begin with, how and when you met him." ************ Stella's Interview "It was on the Friday, the weekend after the Fourth of July, I had gone to visit my sister in Allentown and we were on her back patio catching up on family gossip before dinner. Flo's neighbor, Felicia Maldonado, called over the fence to make sure she wouldn't be late for the bachelorette party Felica was throwing for her niece that evening. Flo, my sister, told her she couldn't come because I was visiting. Felicia insisted that she come and bring me too. There would be over fifty women invited, one more wouldn't make any difference. I could see Flo wanted to go so I accepted her invitation and at eight o'clock we arrived at the Lucky Guy Gentlemen's Club. I said to Flo, "Why, in the world would anyone throw a party here, for a bunch of women at a Gentlemen's strip club?" "Wait until you see the kind of strippers they are. Maybe you will change your mind." was her smug reply. The room was bedlam when we walked in. Over fifty women, mostly young twenty some things, chattering away at the top of heir lungs. All trying to be heard over the others talking at the same time. Before I sat down I looked around the room and besides the woman I saw half a dozen men scattered about. They all looked tough, probably bouncers here to keep the peace. One, seated with his back to the bar looked older, He looked like a business man. The owner, I thought, keeping an eye on his place. He caught me looking at him and smiled at me. I politely smiled back. Then the lights dimmed and the show began. Five very young men, very well built young men, came out dressed as blue collar types. Singing and dancing to the song YMCA. The women went wild as the men stripped down to their jockey shorts. Cries of "Take it off., Take it all off." rang out all over the room. There was a sexual tension building in the audience, probably encouraged by the size of the bulges filling the underwear. All the alcohol consumed so far hadn't hurt either. The leader on the stage said, "Do you want it all off?" "Yes, all off." Answered fifty soprano voices. And off the jockeys came, followed by a collective gasp from the audience. Every penis exposed, was fat and long. "Where's the bride?" asked the leader. "Ah, there she is," he answered himself, as he saw her reluctant resistance while she was pushed up on the stage. "Don't you want to see what you will be off limits after you get married?" He took her hand and placed it on his member. She was blushing but she held on to it. "Who else wants to come up here and feel these cocks?" He asked again and several other women responded. Soon the stage was crowded with women try to touch a cock. It was like a feeding frenzy. Some of them were kneeling and cries of "Suck it" and "Fuck it" rang out. I had finished my second drink and the noise and spectacle was more than I could take, so I walked into the bar to get another. No one was behind the bar. I was trying to look down behind the bar when I heard a voice beside me say, "You can never find a cop when you need one either." It was the guy I thought was the boss, I turned to look at him and he was .......elegant. Even his finger nails were manicured. Fiftyish, pleasant features. Silver hair, silver tie, grey eyes almost to match. Black Armani suit and a silver tongue that soon had me laughing at his patter. "Make her one of my special drinks," he told the lady bartender who finally showed up. "Are you trying to get me drunk," I asked. "Of course I am." he admitted, "You're a beautiful woman, you're very attractive." The drink had an immediate effect on me. I felt lightheaded and euphoric and his voice was beginning to get to me. Maybe I was turned on because he found me desirable. "Are you really hitting on me? Mmmmm, this drink is good." I complemented him as I sipped more of the concoction she slid in front of me. "I'm probably twice the age of most the women here. So why me?" "Because you're a woman, they are girls and because of these, they are world class and your nipples tell me that the action in there has you excited too." I looked down and saw both my breasts in his hands. His words and voice had me so spellbound I never felt him take them out of my summertime halter dress. I watched his hands as he manipulated my tits and I didn't do a thing to stop him. "Don't do that." I weakly protested. "I'm married." "I know." he said, "I saw your rings, that's part of your allure. Now is when you're supposed to tell me you love your husband and we shouldn't be doing this. But you don't want me to stop do you?" "No.........Yes......Ohhhhhhhhh." I was so confused; I didn't know what question I was answering. I didn't know what I wanted. My tits felt like they were on fire and my nipples were so hard I was afraid they would break off if he pinched them. I still didn't do anything to stop him except..........I had an orgasm. When the last shudder left me he wrapped his arm around my waist and said to me, "Let's go somewhere more private. I want to fuck you." I didn't offer up any objection, some how that's what I wanted him to do. I let him lead me into a private office like I was a lamb going to slaughter. But unlike the lamb I knew what he was going to do, he had just told me. He frog marched me to his desk, opening the bow holding up my halter as we walked. The zipper at my waist followed and I walked out of my dress. This is wrong, I told myself, I shouldn't be doing this but I put up no resistance as he bent me face down on the desk, leaning on my elbows. I looked back, between my dangling tits, between my spread thighs and I saw his pants hit the floor. No, I don't want this, I don't want him to fuck meeeeee.........Oh God." Just a few thrusts and I came again, I came hard. So hard I think I passed out. It's a good thing he had his arm around my waist and that I was still impaled on his cock or I would have fallen to the floor. He fucked me once more, while I was flat on my back on his desk, with my legs over his shoulders. I was so far gone that I was egging him on, begging him to fuck me harder. When I came, it was even better than the first time. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Sid never gave me orgasms like I just had. It was now close to midnight and the noise from the main room had quieted considerably. I dressed and made myself presentable; he was behind me as we exited the office. There was Flo, exasperated, asking me, "Where have you been? It's time to go home. I've been looking for you for the past fifteen minutes." Then she saw him behind me and all she could say was, "Oh," and I saw her blush. She knew what had happened in that office and I knew, that she knew, because it had happened to her in there too. "Let's go," she said, and we walked out. I didn't wiggle my ass. I didn't sway my hips; I didn't feel as sexy as I did after I had that drink. I was already feeling remorse about what I had done. About how I begged him to fuck me again, about how I betrayed my husband. The trouble was my pussy was telling me different. I felt so damn guilty and yet so fully satisfied. I swore to myself that it would never happen again. On the road Flo broke the silence with, "He's good isn't he?" "Better than good." I responded. "Wanna compare notes?" "No, leave me alone. I don't want to talk about it." We rode the rest of the way in silence but he was in the car with us. All day Saturday and Sunday morning too, we avoided any mention of Friday night. I left earlier Sunday than I ever had before, I was consumed by guilt. I got home while Sid was still watching a football game and despite his objections I pulled him away, out of his easy chair, and I fucked him. In front of seventy thousand cheering football fans on the TV screen, I fucked my husband on the rug in front of the TV, in the family room. It's a good thing the kids weren't home. Monday night Sid and I made love. Sweet, gentle love. Love that came from the heart and it reinforced my pledge to be true to him in the future. I really loved this man; I would give my life for him. Tuesday morning, that pledge was worthless. Sid leaves early for work; he has to be in the emergency room before eight to relieve the night staff, the kids leave for school by eight thirty. At eight forty five the phone rang, I was just finishing my second cup of coffee. "Good morning." I cheerfully greeted the unknown caller. "You were incredible Friday night." He responded. A tingle ran down my spine and settled in my pussy. "I want to forget about that night. It never should have happened. Why are you calling me?" "I want to see you again." Just then the door bell rang. "No, you want to fuck me again and that's not going to happen." I was walking to see who was there at this hour. "Come on Stella, you know we were good together." "Too good," I admitted, "That's why it's never going to happen again and how do you know my name. We never introduced ourselves Friday, I don't know your's." I was so engrossed in the conversation that I opened the front door without looking through the peek hole. "My name is Max," he said as he lowered the phone from his ear and walked through the doorway. Whatever objections I had, he smothered with his kiss. What ever promises I made to myself went out the window. I dropped the phone and my arms moved up slowly until they were around his neck and I was lost, my body open for his use. He fucked me there on the hallway rug and upstairs on my marital bed. Later, on the kitchen table when I made him lunch and then once more back in bed and finally in Sid's easy chair just before he left. The kids came home and then back out to play and I remade the bed. I cried when I as I changed the sheets. Overcome with remorse and because I was out of control. No, not out of control, in his control. I was Max's plaything and I couldn't resist him. I did things for him I had refused to do for my husband and things I never dreamed of before. I knew this would end badly but I wanted it. Can we stop now, for bit, you have to know how hard this is for me. Are you sure Sid will never hear this. I would die if he ever did. ************ Sid She would die if I ever heard what she had done? I was ready to kill her and I hadn't even finished listening to the first disc. There were five more to go, I didn't know if I could handle it. Most of their meetings were at a motel near the Lincoln tunnel where he wouldn't have to travel so far. They were nooners, quickies, when he could escape from his office. About once or twice a month he took a day off and spent it in my house, in my bed, and twice she visited him in his apartment. I listened to her recounting every fucking minute, of every fucking time, she fucked him. She loved what he did to her. Stella could see how listening to her recounting her perfidy affected me. I couldn't even sit next to her when we watched TV together. She wouldn't talk to me about her transgressions before I heard the discs, now I couldn't talk to her about them after I had listened. It had taken me almost two days to listen to all the discs and it had left me sick to my stomach. I could hardly look at her at the dinner table after listening on the first day. After the second day I couldn't even come to the table. "Please don't hate me." she pleaded, "I wasn't myself when I was with him. I still don't know why I did those things for him. Things I couldn't or wouldn't do for you. I couldn't bring myself to confess them to you while I was looking at you. I'm so ashamed of myself." It got worse when we got to the discovery part. The part where the DA had to give us the evidence he was to produce at the trial. The police had uncovered a cache of recordings. More than a hundred that he had secretly taped of the women he had fucked in his bedroom. Two sessions were with Stella. The first, about four hours long, was more than a month ago. The second session, the weekend he was killed, she was with him alone from Friday evening and all through Saturday until the next morning. All they did was eat, sleep, suck and fuck. Then another woman, a blonde, joined them Sunday morning. They were a threesome until Stella left them alone together, Sunday after lunch. He was still alive and well, seemingly insatiable, still fucking the blonde when Stella kissed them both good bye. I called Braverman, he wasn't in and I got Murkowski. I asked him, "When are they going to drop the charges? He was alive when Stella left them Sunday." "Not so easy and not so fast." was his disappointing reply "She is still under indictment and the DA has to go before a judge to have the case dismissed. He won't do that until he is convinced that she didn't come back and kill him. She is still the best suspect he has to pin it on, because she lied to him." "What about the blonde?" "They're looking for her but nobody seems to know who she is. She looks familiar but I can't place her and neither can the cops. Did you ask Stella if she knows who the broad is?" "No, we haven't talked about anything that happened with him. She doesn't want to talk about it and I'm not sure I could control myself if we were to discus any of it." "Well show her the recording, we need a name, we need that blonde, maybe she can help." "No, she hasn't seen the recordings; she doesn't want to look at them." "Well get her to look, at least at the part with the blonde, we have to know who she is." "Do I have to look at this? Stella complained, "It's bad enough knowing what I did, looking at it again makes even worse. I'm so ashamed." "Murkowski says he needs a name, he says it's crucial. They have to find her." "But I can't remember it, I'm not sure I ever heard it. Things were so crazy; it was just sex and him telling us what to do. Otherwise, we didn't talk much." "Well watch anyway, maybe something will jog your memory." I fast forwarded to the scene where Blondie walks into the bedroom. We hear her say, "Does she give a better blow job than I do?" On the bed, Max is lying on his back, propped up against the headboard. His hands are behind his head. He is watching Stella, on her hands and knees, sucking on his cock. Her head is bobbing up and down and she never missed a beat while the two conversed over her head. "Yeah, she's good, got a tongue like a snake. Wanna try her? She'll do anything I tell her to do." The blonde laid down next to him, on her back, heels pulled up to her ass, knees spread wide. Stella just kept on sucking Max's cock. She was in another world. "Tell her to go down on me." "Sure, thxs Ixd lxvx to see. Stelxa hxnxy, Soxxa wxntx xxu tx sixty ninx hxr. We couldn't make out what he said. The picture was good but the sound was garbled. On the screen we could see Max say something and see Stella lift her head from Max's cock. She shook her head as if she was saying no and he was gesturing angrily, first at Blondie's crotch and then at the door. The sound had ceased entirely at that point. Then Stella complied with his direction and sixty-nined the blonde. I paused the disc and looked at Stella. She was blushing furiously. "I'm sorry Sid, whenever he made that threat, I did what he wanted." "What threat?" "That if I didn't do it, get out and we would be finished. He broke down every inhibition I ever had." She couldn't look at me; her eyes were on the floor. She was too embarrassed. "He was that good?" "Yes. " Her eyes still on the floor. I knew better than to ask the next question which would have been, 'Better than me?' So I pressed play and the disc started again. We watched Max get off his back and move behind Stella while Blondie milked Stella's nipples. Then Max's cock slid into Stella and the Blonde's mouth went to her nipple. "Was he in your cunt or your ass?" I asked Stella "Sid please," she pleaded. I stared at her stony eyed. "Ass." she whispered. Another inhibition gone. We watched the rest of the disc, the sound got better but Blondie's name was never mentioned again. The sound was crappy only in the part we where we needed it. The rest of the day was more sucking and fucking until Stella left. I called Murkowski and told him what we had. We both thought her name sounded like Sofia or Sonia or something close to that. That was the best she could remember except that Blondie had a slight accent. Stella said her mind was on other things and not on conversation at the time. "Sofia, Sonia." He repeated, "Why didn't I pick on that. Wait a minute, I'll be right back." He left me on hold. While I was waiting I looked at Stella, she was sitting with a woebegone look on her face, her eyes closed. She looked so sad. I felt sad too, I knew I couldn't keep her even though I still loved her. I didn't think I could ever forget those visions of her being a slut for him. Then I got an idea. I opened my pants and pulled out my cock, the phone still against my ear, as if I was listening. I snapped my fingers in front of her face. Startled, her eyes opened, I pointed at her and then at my cock. She looked at me, the question written on her face. I pointed my finger at her again and beckoned her with the same finger and then pointed at my cock again. I repeated the gestures only this time I finished with a frown on my face and pointed at the door. She got the message and slid to the floor in front of me and started sucking. Max was right; her tongue was like a snake's. I groaned. Murkowski came back on the phone. "I made her. I remembered her now, from six years ago after Sam and Max split up. Sally Maldonado. "No, I interrupted, "I said the name sounded like Sofia or Sonia, not Sally." "Not her, him, Her name is Sofia Coconesceu, Romanian immigrant. Sally, short for Salvador. Sally Maldonado, Felicia's brother in law. He owns a piece of the Lucky Guy Club, that's how Max got there and Sally is mob connected. That's why Sam broke up with Max. Sally was Max's client. I was in the courthouse when Max got Sally off from a from a Rico charge. Sofia was in the courtroom too, I heard someone say she was Sally's squeeze. She lives in the same building as Max. Max was playing with fire when he started fucking her. Oh, boy, this is juicy; we can get Stella off now. Gotta run and tell Sam the good news. Bye." and he was gone. But Stella wasn't. She was till slurping away at my cock. Max was right, he taught her very well. She was good, her tongue was like a snake's. What the hell am I going to do with her? Wild thoughts were running through my mind. This feels so good, maybe if she lets me cum in her mouth I'll let her stick around for a while. Not much chance of that, she never even liked to suck my cock before. Oh, oh, sweet Jesus what did she do just then. Oh my, her tongue, gonna blow soon. If she swallows, Oh God, if she swallows maybe I'll let her stay a while longer, maybe find out what other inhibitions she lost. And then I couldn't hold out any longer. I came, in her mouth and she took it all. She sat back up on her heels with the biggest smile on her face. Then she opened her mouth, I could see the gooey mess inside. The smile never left her face when she swallowed the whole load. I figured I'd let her stay at least for a while. I kept coming up with new ideas of things she might do for me and she never turned me down. I decided to keep her after we had a few sessions with a marriage counselor. The upshot was that if the therapy sessions were successful and that if she would be faithful to me from now on, we would stay together. She didn't know why she was so attracted to Max, but it must have been his persuasive voice and sliver tongue that made her so responsive. But he was dead now and it couldn't happen again. She promised to be faithful and be a good wife and mother. She always was before Max and she would be the same again. I caved in and let her stay and my sex life was never better. At least it was for several months until her sister came to visit us on a rare weekend when I had two days off. I was watching football, Notre Dame vs. Ohio State, and a beer commercial came on. It whetted my thirst so I got up to get a cold one for myself. I heard Stella moan as I approached the kitchen. I stopped just outside the door and listened. "You are a slut little sister, I can't believe how wet you are." Flo said, "Look what you are letting me do to you with your husband in the other room." I peeked though the crack between the door and the door jamb, the two women were sitting at the kitchen table and were turned facing each other. Flo was leaning into Stella's space; her arm had disappeared up under Stella's skirt. "You were always little Goody Two Shoes until you met Max, now look at you. You called me a slut when I told you about him and me and you condemned me for what I was doing. Now look at you, all I had to do was mention his name and you got hot, even though he's dead." "Don't Flo......stop......oh Jesus.....so close." "Promise you'll come with me tomorrow. You'll love it; Sally is almost as good as Max was." "I shouldn't. Sid is home he doesn't get many weekends off..... Oh, don't do that!" "The Giants are playing Green Bay tomorrow, he'll never miss you. The only time he'll get up is to pee. We'll tell him we are going shopping and leave in time to be at the stores when they open at noon. You will be home by four when the game is over." "No, I can't.........Oh, please Flo.....don't........OK, I'll go with you......I'll come.....oh God, yes.......I'm cumming......" I saw her shudder and stiffen as she came. Flo's arm was up her skirt an impossible distance, her hand must have been buried in Stella's cunt, up to her wrist. When she calmed down Flo withdrew her hand and held it up to Stella's face. Stella sucked every finger clean and then licked the whole hand. Evidently, another inhibition destroyed. "You set me up with Max, didn't you?" St1ella asked. "Yes, I did." "And you gave him my name, address and phone number." "Yes." was Flo's answer. "Because of your 'Holier than Thou' attitude when you found out I was cheating on my husband. I knew you were always attracted to the bad boys in high school, even though you never acted on it. You were a pushover for Max and you are going to love what Sally can do. We'll tell Sid at dinner that we are going shopping tomorrow." I forgot about my beer. They dropped the bomb on me at dinner and I tried to dissuade Stella, I got nowhere. "I thought we could take the kids out for a day together," I complained, "Just the four of us, after Flo leaves. It's not often that I get a whole weekend off." "I wish I knew that before I promised Flo I would go to the mall with her. It's rare that I get a chance to do that too." Stella complained. "Look, I'll be home by four and then we can go out and take the kids anywhere they want to go. Then we can have dinner out with them too. Everybody gets to do what they want to do that way." And with that smug declaration she sealed her fate. They left early Sunday morning, Stella again ignoring my pleas to stay home. Too early for the mall to be open yet, they were just too eager. Stella came home late too; it was after four thirty when she walked in the door, looking fresh as a daisy and happy as a lark. "Sorry I'm late." she said as she kissed me on my lips. Her breath was fresh and minty and her hair was still damp. "The traffic around the mall was impossible. I hope Flo gets home without too much trouble." "So was he as good as Max?" I asked as she tried to remove herself from my embrace. I wasn't about to let her off easily. "Who? Max? What are you talking about?" She was struggling to get away from me. "You and Flo, both of you were fucking Sally Maldonado. At least you showered and brushed your teeth before you kissed me. I could still taste the toothpaste in your mouth. How many times did he cum in your mouth?" "Sid, I didn't.........." "You didn't what?" I interrupted. "You didn't break your promise to me? You didn't fuck him? You didn't fuck your sister too? I've had it with you, Stella. Get out. Get out now!" "Sid, I didn't....." then she realized it was futile to lie. So she pleased. "I don't want to leave and where could I go........." I was furious, "I don't care what you want anymore. First it was the mob's lawyer and now the gangster himself. Go to your sister, she pimped you out twice." "I can't go there; her husband will want to know why I'm there. He's already warned her because of Max. He'll throw us both out." "Two whoring sisters, neither of you deserve a husband. Get out damn it." I grabbed her by the arm and marched her through the front door; she had picked up her keys and purse on the way. I watched her walk to her car and just before she got in she turned and looked back and saw me standing, watching her from inside the living room. Before she got in the car she made a pleading gesture. I just shook my head and she drove away. Monday, I went to see a lawyer. When I found out what it would cost me to divorce her, I decided to do nothing but cancel any charge cards and bank accounts we had in common. I had no savings account anymore and virtually no equity in the house and I would be living from paycheck to paycheck. Two days later when I came home, her clothes and personal stuff was gone. Nothing else was touched. . I didn't see or talk to her for months; it was like she dropped off the face of the earth. Not until I came home one evening and found her in the living room with the kids. They were happy to see her......I wasn't. "I wanted to see my babies, Sid. Please let me stay for a while, at least until they go to bed. I told the house keeper she could go home, don't blame her, the kids told her I was their mother." The kids were enjoying her so much I couldn't say no, and together we put them to bed. I realized that I missed her too but that unfortunately I could never trust her again either. When we came back downstairs I found out the real reason she was here. "I need a place to stay Sid, just for a few days, please. I'll sleep on the pull out in the den; I'll even cook for you and the kids." "What happened Stella? We haven't heard from you in months, not even a phone call. Now you want to cook for us? Where were you staying? With Flo? Did her husband throw you out because he got tired of fucking you?" "No, I wasn't with Flo." "Then where were you staying and why can't you stay there any more?" "I........I.......I was staying with .........Sally." "JESUS CHRIST, STELLA, HOW DUMB CAN YOU GET!" I exploded." "About as dumb as I was that Sunday morning when I went with Flo and you threw me out, And again today with what I said to Sally before I got away from him." "Why in the world did you go to Sally to begin with?" "I had no other place to go Sid. You threw me out, so I went to a cheap motel. I gave them my credit card and stayed there that night. I called Flo after she finally got home to see if I could stay with her and her husband almost threw her out when he found out why I needed shelter. The next morning the motel manager told me I had to leave. The first nights stay the credit card paid for but then the card was cancelled. I couldn't stay any longer unless I paid up front. I had less than fifty dollars in my purse and my car needed gas. I went to an ATM and the debit card was turned down. You left me broke and with no place to go. You even cancelled my cell phone and I didn't know how much longer I could keep my car. I was virtually homeless and penniless." I began to feel a little bit shitty at that point. I was so mad at her because of that Sunday that I never realized what I was doing to her. "Sally was nice to Flo and me that Sunday," she continued, "and I'm sorry to say, nice to me on the phone when he invited me to stay with him until I could find someone to take me in. I knew what I would have to do, to thank him for his hospitality. But since you had already thrown me out, so what if he had me a few more times until I could find a permanent place to stay, I was desperate. When I got there he was charming as he showed me where I could live on the third floor of his house. A big room with a king sized bed and sitting area, with a luxurious bathroom attached. It was like staying at the Ritz." "This is beautiful," I told him as I kissed him on the cheek. "So are you," he answered as he kissed me on the lips. Then before I knew it we were in bed and he fucked me, just like I expected I would have to do. I fell asleep in his arms and when I woke up I was alone and feeling a bit grungy so I took a shower. When I came out of the shower there was a nice lunch on the table in the sitting area but my clothes were gone. I had nothing to wear!" "My purse was gone too," she continued, "so I wrapped myself in the bath towel and went to the door to find Sally and ask what was going on. The door was locked and I couldn't get out! I began to get a little frantic as I looked around and realized there were no windows either. I was a prisoner and all I had to wear was a towel." "Stella, what had you gotten yourself into?" I asked. "Sid," she said, "when I went to Sally, it was the worst decision of my life. I had jumped from the frying pan into the fire. I was crying and pounding on the door when suddenly it opened, Sally was standing there. He was furious and he pushed me back into the room, stripping the towel from me as I fell back on the bed. Then he raped me, once in my pussy and then in my ass. I was bleeding in back when he got finished. Then he told me I was a whore, his whore, and I would service whoever he sent to me. He told me I would do a good job or I would be beaten. I told him I wouldn't do what he wanted and that you would report me missing. He laughed and told me that he had sent someone to clear out all my clothes and you would think I had moved out. Then he slapped me, hard, on the side of my face. My head was ringing as he completed my instructions. I ended up doing just what he told me to do. I was a whore Sid." She was crying now. "Two, three and sometimes more, every day men would come thru that door and they would fuck me. They had cameras recording every session and if I did a good job and made a video they could use on their website I would get a better dinner that night. They only had to beat me once to convince me to be enthusiastic. They trained me like I was a dog and for weeks all I did was fuck and eat. Look at me; I must have put on ten pounds." "Yeah, I noticed," I told her sarcastically, "Looks good on your tits but not so good on your butt." She gave me a dirty look. "So how did you get away and why did you come here?" I continued. "Today," she answered, "around lunch time the door to the room opened, I was in the bath room. I peeked out and saw Sally holding a woman around her waist. She was giggling and trying to kiss him. He was so wrapped up with her he didn't notice that he had left the key in the door and had not closed it completely. She didn't see me but Sally did and he put a finger to his lips to tell me not to let her know I was there. She got her kiss as he pulled her skirt up and fondled her naked ass. Then I watched them strip and watched him fuck her. The woman was Flo! After they finished I listened to their conversation." "Oh, Sally," Flo said, "it's' been too long since we were together. Not since Stella and I were with you months ago. I wish we could do it again with her but nobody knows where she is." "If you miss her so much," Sally asked her, "why did you convince her to come with you that Sunday when her husband threw her out? That's what broke up her marriage and made her disappear." Stella continued, "I heard Flo's answer and it infuriated me. Because of her 'holier than thou' attitude with me when she found out that I was fucking Max. I figured once Max seduced her and she already had cheated on Sid she would be just as big a slut as me. And I was right. That's why I invited her to visit the weekend of the bachelorette party. I knew if I could get her together with Max then she would be the same as me. I never dreamed that Max would get killed and that she would be accused of his murder. Then when I started seeing you, she was just as high and mighty. So I got her to come along with me, it wasn't hard to convince her." Stella resumed her narration, "I lost it then. Flo, my sister, my only living relative set me up, she ruined my life. I was furious and I came out of the bathroom screaming. You bitch, you set me up again, you cost me my marriage and my family. Damn you to hell, both of you." I was flailing away at both of them, hitting whoever was closest to me at the moment. "Damn you, Sally for turning me into a whore, I was afraid to tell the DA that I saw you going into Max's apartment when I left. But I'm not afraid any more. I have nothing left to live for now. You didn't see me in the other elevator but I saw you before the door closed. You must have been the one who killed him. You two deserve each other; I hope you fuck each other to death. Then I grabbed Flo's clothes and ran out the door, slamming it shut behind me. I left them locked in together." "You left Flo there?" I questioned, "Locked in with him? After what you said? Didn't you stop to think of what he would do to her?" "No, but now that you mention it, I hope he has her take my place. I only knew that I wanted to get away from there. I dressed in her clothes and made my way downstairs as quietly as I could and to my surprise, there was no one else in the house. I found Flo's purse in the living room with her keys in it so I took her car and I came here. Please Sid, I need some money and I'll leave, I know you don't want me any more but I have no one else to turn to." Just then the front door opened and in walked Sally with two of his goons behind him. They still had Stella's house keys. Each one of them alone was big enough to twist me into a pretzel. "Stella baby, I thought you would come running here." Sally said in an unctuous voice that seemed to also convey threat and malice. "I thought you enjoyed staying with me. You seemed to be happy entertaining my friends." She began crying silently when he opened his arms in invitation. "You have two children upstairs so full of life, able to run and play with their friends, able to walk to school, to grow up and go dancing. Maybe marry, and have children of their own. You wouldn't want anything bad, to maybe cripple them, would you?" The tears were streaming down Stella's face as she realized the threat he was proposing. She walked into his arms and leaned against him. She was trading herself for the safety of her children. He kissed her on her forehead. "You see Sid," he continued in the same voice, "you didn't want her anymore and she came to me all on her own. She wants to join her sister and live with me. You wouldn't want to try to stop her would you? That might leave your crippled children as orphans and for what? You already threw her out so just forget she was ever here today." I watched the four of them walk out, Sally holding Stella close to his side; it looked as if to keep her from collapsing. When Flo's husband called several days later I told him I hadn't seen her for months and I had no idea where she was. I never saw Stella or Flo again. For all I knew they could still be on the third floor of Sally's house, whoring for him....... Or buried somewhere in the Jersey meadows.........I'll just never know. But when I divorced her for abandonment a few years later, all I had to pay was my lawyer's fee. 283 2.05/512345