Twinkle my love

Twinkle, twinkle, little star

How I wonder what you are

Up above the world so high

Like a diamond in the sky

"Mum, would the stars come down one day?" She asked me. I looked up into the skies and saw the stars.

"Yes, they would one day. If you wished hard enough for them to come down." I told her. She heard my words but she did not take her eyes off the stars.

"Then would I be able to see once more?" She asked me.

"Yes, my dear. If they come down to see you one day. But now, its time for you to tell them you need to sleep." I leaned over to kiss her cheeks. She turned over on her side while I pulled her blanket up. I got up and joined her father in the living room. He sat there and looked at me when I walked in.

"Is she asleep?" He asked.

"Yes. And its time we also sleep." I reached out my hand to his before I lead him to stand up. He took up his walking stick and followed me as his guide. He stumbled on the carpet but he did not fall.

“Sorry, its the darned carpet.” He said. I stopped and reached out for his arms. I clasped it around me and held him firm.

“Thank you, Star.” He replied. I pondered to myself, would my Twinkle find her own star one day.

“She would be fine.” He told me. Its one thing to be blind in love, but in love, nothing is blind to the concerns we shared together. Its how we handle it determined our love.

Alice? Oh...Alice...

Why was there a secret door in the back of the closet? Why was it opened? And what could be possibly down the stairs? Those were my thoughts. I called up on my courage and stepped down the stairs. Once I had reached the fifth step on the stairs, the door behind me closed. I was engulfed by darkness. I would had screamed but I am a boy. Boys don't scream. They holler.

"Help!" I called out. "Help!"

It was then at the distance ahead of me was a light. I took my foot forward, and ended up tumbling down the stairs; or was it not a stairs anymore. I landed on my head with half my body outside of the doorway. It was a dry acrid land, with sparse low growth, and a very hot sun over my eyes. I crawled out and the doorway disappeared into nothing. I found myself standing in the middle of nowhere with nothing on me except the pj's I wore to bed earlier.

I stood there and thought to myself.

I am dreaming. This is all a dream. There was no door and I was in bed. I smiled to myself.

"Excuse me, I am late." I heard the squeaky voice and there was this figure of a white rabbit dressed in tweeds hopping on his legs towards me. When he past me, he shouted out.

"Excuse me. The tea party there." The white rabbit pointed to over the small hill before hoping away. He then shouted back after he passed me.

"You ain't wearing a dress, Alice." The rabbit hopped off. I looked at myself; of course I was not wearing one. I am a boy. Boys wear PJ's and jeans. I ignored the rabbit and walked to the so called tea party. There it was over the hill by the solitary tree. It was a long table and there were some people seated there. I approached them and was stopped by a green whiskers figure dressed like a soldier.

"Aye, girl. Who do you think you are? No one uninvited allowed." The whisker man told me. But the voice from the table called me.

"Its okay, Greenie. He is one of us." It was the man with the long tall hat. "Sit down, Alice."

Alice? Gee, these chappies are mad. I recognized him. He is the Mad Hatter from Alice in Wonderland. There is the Dormouse, and the Queen of Hearts with her two knaves of Hearts behind her. But wait, there was some mistake on the characters. I saw Jimmy Cricket with his umbrella, Kalidah the Tiger, Cheshire Cat but it ain't smiling and there was Jasmine with Aladdin.

"Oh, my gosh!" I exclaimed out. I was dreaming of the characters I been reading in the books. This was unreal.

"Shut up, Alice. Your turn would come." It was the Queen. "We need to figure out how to get back?"

"Back? Back where?" I asked. It was then the Mad Hatter grabbed hold of my head and pushed me into the teapot.

"Be silent. We are trying to think."

I pulled myself and saw to the left, a solitary figure. He looked like Tumnus from the Chronicles of Narnia. I got up and walked towards him.

"Hello, Tumnus." I greeted him. He looked over to me on his hobbled goat limbs, and waved his upper limbs of man.

"Hello, Alice." The half man and creature replied. "You ought to join them. They outcast me when they knew it was my doing that caused all of this."

Alice? Why was everyone calling me Alice. My name was Peter and never would I like to called Alice. I asked him back.

"Why do you called me Alice? Do I looked like girl to you?" I laughed at myself. "Its the PJ's, isn't it?"

"Of course, you are Alice. You may had dressed up in that silly suit, but you are still Alice." Tunmus replied. He then looked hard at me. "You do lack the .... You know what but it would come. They all did."

Tunmus imitated with his hands holding an imaginary heavy load on the chest.

"Ah, those. I doubt I would have any. I am a boy." I laughed at Tunmus.

"A boy? By Aslan' whiskers, you are one mad girl." Tunmus laughed at me. He then turned to faced with his legs apart. "Boys have this."

I laughed at him but he took insult to my laugh.

"Well, it ain't the size that matters." Tunmus turned his back towards me. I decided to show him mine. I pulled the cords on my PJ's and called out to him.

"I got one too." Tunmus turned over, and started laughing.

"Well, you got one but it ain't no little twinkie." Tunmus laughed at me. I looked down and quickly pulled up my pants. Its not mine. It can't be. Oh, my goodness, I have become a girl.

"I need to peed." I called out.

"Well, go over there by the brush. We all did it there." I looked to the voice. It was Bella from beauty and the beast, but she was furry.

"Don't stare, Alice. You ain't got much as mine, but there are more you ain't got that I have." Bella stomped away with her heavier bosom carrying most of her weight. I then saw the clean shaven beastly looking figure who ran after her. He did looked rather emancipated from the bones structures.

I am dead.

I am truly dead.

I can't be a girl.

It must be a dream.

I closed my eyes and prayed it was a dream.

I felt the whack on my head.

I opened my eyes.

Its my baby sitter. Her name was Alice; she was nineteen and baby sit me when my parents are out in the evenings. I may had been fourteen but my parents think I needed caring.

"Peter Pander." Alice stood there next to my bed holding my copy of the girlie magazine. "If I find out you are reading these mags again, I would had you reported to your mother."

She whack me hard with the magazine before she walked out of my room. Darned! She looked beautiful with that jeans and tight shirt. She was my nightly fantasy but she had me whacked on my tenting pole.

"Alice, can I have my magazine back?" I doubt so. Well, at least I have my fantasies.

D&C 2.5; Do we tell the truth or nothing in it.

Do we tell the truth or nothing in it.

No one remembers the coroner unless there was a dead victim to be examined. There I was buried in the separate section of the building in a section named the Morgue, taken from the French word; Mortuary early fourteenth century "gift to a parish priest from a deceased parishioner," It was the English who refined the word to 'deadhouse' in 1865.

The section of the morgue was of two areas; the examining area and the storage rooms. The later was kept at two degree to minus fifty Celsius, of course the temperature, the dead body would be able to delayed its decomposition. The examination area was all sterile in looks with its metal fittings including the tables alongside the metal trays and tables. My room was at the right end; you are not keen to know, well, never mind. Well, it won't be lilac or lavender that you would get to smell in there but there may be the antiseptic cleaning agents or it may be laid as pristine to avoid scent contamination. Yes, smell was one possible evidence or clue to the evidence.

However, although morgues are kept cool, and as clean and sterile possible, you will sometimes smell an underlying odor of death and decomposition. This odor is less likely in a hospital morgue, since bodies there are usually not kept for long periods of time--though this depends on the city or town and whether or not a separate forensic morgue is available. If you are worried about odors, bring some menthol ointment to put under your nostrils. You could always shared it with the others.

On some busy days, the bodies that don't fit into a cooler designed to hold 40 persons, we would resort to lined the corridor outside the examination room. Those are for temporary purposes. We do endeavor to clear the 'John or Jane Doe' but its judgmental to say who gets the priority.

Yes, you want to know how does it feel to be among the dead bodies? Everyone who was not a Coroner wants to know, but no we do not disclose personal carvings on the dead bodies, and for heaven sake, we are not necrophobic. With that out, I would proceed to tell you a case I handed. I got that call from the Homicide Section; they are the only guys who knew I existed here. The others tend to avoid me. I got into the van with my assistant; Andy was the name. Who cares about his father's name. I was not getting married to him or his family anyway. Even if I did, it would be a waste of my sperms on him.

"Sir, we got a dead body here." I looked at the rookie who addressed me. They are just too darned polite at that stage. I ignored him and walked up the stairs with my assistant carrying my bag. It was three flight of stairs and one set of rickety old knees which would come loose of its sockets soon. Soon I made it up there; sordid looking place with more doors that I have seen in my house, which was quite decent with its five bedrooms and we only occupied one. I sleep on the couch or next to her on the armchair. Bernice had been inside the oxygen tent for sometime.

"Hooker had called to report that a client had died in her arms and she didn't know what to do. We showed up and sure enough there was this very dead elderly man on the floor of the apartment." The uniformed officer brief the detective while I went down on my knees to check. It was my knees and not my haunches as that would put stress on my painful spine. I was not young any more and whoever say I needed to retire could end up on my examination table.

It was the coroner's job to determine a cause of death; homicide, suicide, accident and natural.

Fairly self-explanatory.

"It looked like he died of a cardiac arrest. But I would know more when back in the lab." I told the detective.

"Screwed it, Dan. That's Freddy Lane. He was my partner for sometime. Why can't you just signed off without him being cut opened by you?" I heard the detective.

"Jim, I don't tell you what to do and you don't tell me what not to do." I was thankful that he did not picked a fight with me.With my knees bucking, I would had hit him below the belt. Later at the morgue, I had him examined and then looked up at the personnel file. I remembered Freddy; first grade homicidal freak, the only different was he held a badge. During his period of service, he had abused all the suspects he brought until the civil rights were enforced by the Department. I also knew personally him when his ex-wife came to report on marital abuse. I was younger then, and took my pugilistic skill more seriously. I sent him to the Medical High for two weeks. He never stepped into my morgue anymore. Well not till that day, he was laid there for my scalpel, plier, cutter and weighing scale. Freddy had some money, an expensive watch and a plastic wallet. Inside the wallet were several pictures encased in plastic; all of himself in uniforms. In it was the name card of one Rebecca Ward, the hooker who was with him at his last moment.

In his stomach, I found a concentration of poisonous element known to be from the flower named Fox Glove or Digitalis purpurea. It was known to induce nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, abdominal pain, wild hallucinations, delirium, and severe headache. Depending on the severity of the toxicosis, the victim may later suffer irregular and slow pulse, tremors, various cerebral disturbances, convulsions, and deadly disturbances of the heart.

When we confronted Ms.Ward, she denied feeding him that.

"I just fed him Comfrey tea. He was coughing and that tea soothes the throat." Ms Ward demonstrated her need for throat relived medication. Its tough sometimes being a hooker.

I told her that sometimes cardiac medication caused coughing, especially when he had just changed his medication type. He was adjusting to it. Jimmy asked who gave her the tea.

"I had mine bought at the Herbal Shop. That one bottle was given to me by John Henry. He was an arsehole." She spoke out his name with the eyes rolled up. I guess I caught up the meaning; there are things we do not need to demonstrate for words.

Jimmy went after Henry and on some hard selling of his torture methodologies, the suspect admitted he swapped the tea for something else. He read it would just induced diarrhea. That one we understood but I would had recommended a butt plug would do a better job. We booked John Henry on culpable homicide.

"Red', that's what they called Rebecca. "She won't die from it. The guy in the shop told me so."

I passed him the remaining tea in the bottle. He might need it while he served time. It was good to have loose stools. Then the boys in the Precinct got together to solve the issue of what to tell ex Mrs Freddy Lane. I was given the task as I knew her more.

"Sorry, Mary. Freddy died in has died."

"What were the circumstances," she asked.

He gave her the agreed-upon story.

Her reply?

"I was sure he would die in the arms of some prostitute. Well, I guessed keeled over on the toilet seat was just as bad."

I agreed with her. Sleaze bags like him don't deserved to die in a lady's arm. I went home and slept next to Bernice on the chair holding her hand.

Saturday Special: Villan vs Spy

Hold on, this is the disclaimer first. Its SX18 ( from where your country may rate it. ) So read on with caution. I am not responsible for any untoward cause of tissue hike in prices.
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She screamed out loud, deep within her when her body betrayed her. Her body strained against the leather bands that tied her to the bedding poles on all four sides, while her body glands have wet the linens on the bed. She pushed hard against her restraints, but it was hopeless. She was as helpless as a kitten in the jaws of the hound. She took in her breaths in heavy pull before she released it with the exasperation of her helplessness.

"Was it good, Agent 009?" She opened her eyes to look towards the voice, but her exertions have also clouded her vision with the blur images. She recalled last she was stripped naked and then positioned on this bedding with her limbs all spread eagled. It was clearly a move towards degrading her but she had been in worse situations.

Her name is Jenny Honeywell, aka Agent 009 for she was the last of the list of recruits who are asked to performed the impossible tasks for the nation she had bravely served and endured for the last ten years.She had been beaten, tortured, shot and even twice raped by sadistic men, but never had she been subjected to such vile acts like the one she had just endured.

"Aargh!" She screamed out although she was not in pain but in pleasure, when her body was touched. It was all so sensitive then, every pores of her body was an erogenous zone with the sensitize feels that would triggered off her orgasm.

"I am afraid the dosage administered was too high. It heightened your senses or shall I named it appropriately your nerves ending on the skin. You see the drugs induced a form of sensitivity that resembled the persistent genital arousal disorder, but in your case, it was induced by the drug. Every time your body registered a touch on your skin, you would erupt into a series of mild to major orgasms."

"Fuck you." Jenny muttered through her dry lips towards the nemesis she was to removed. His name is Doctor Noah, but he prefers to be known as the Doctor. Her mission was to get herself admitted into his clinic farm at the hills to checked if he was perfecting any drugs that would harm the world; her tasks are all earth saving or quake shattering if known to the public. She came in as patient with a neurological disorder on her hormones aka she was frigid. She played her part well, with the persistent screams when she saw any man with their genitals exposed. He had accepted her as his patient and proposed to her that she undergo some tests to determine her level of 'frigidity'.

"There are some women with minor discomfort when they viewed the male genitals. It could be a traumatic experiences or a major upheaval in their younger days like rape or molest." Doctor Noah was academic at it. He had just undergo a series of interviews on her sexual 'hangups' and even dose her with visualization of the men's anatomy to measured her 'absurdity level' towards it. While he was putting her through the tests, she was also doing her own, with stealth checks on his office and records. She soon discovered his secret lab and the specimens he was handling then. Unfortunately, she was caught and became his latest specimen on the advanced stages of his special drugs.

"Fuck you, you imbecile." Jenny screeched out loud. Her contempt for him caused her to pulled at her bindings thus creating a surge in her body. She slumped back on the bedding feeling rather bushed by the exertion.

"I would, Agent 009, but that would had compromised my test data." Doctor Noah walked up to her bed stand. He was wearing his doctor frock but naked beneath it with his penis standing upright. "If I had induced myself on you, I would also had compromised on my integrity."

"Fuck yourself." Jenny screeched out again and felt another surge in her body fluids.

"Oh, that would not be needed." Doctor Noah reached for the switch by the bed stand to tilt the bed up at certain degree. "I hoped you have a better view of the room now. The up view can be quite boring at times. We need some variation to our sights."

Doctor Noah walked over to the desk in bottom of her bed. It was a long desk with a high back chair. There was his bodyguard, Kanno; the sumo wrestler and his evil looking nurse, Ms. Frenche as she named herself. The so named wrestler was clad in his loin cloth ( very obvious ) while the nurse was in her white frock ( another obvious fact ). Doctor Noah walked to the nurse and stood before her with his frock pulled back. The nurse went down on her knees to give him a pleasurable suck to his tormenting penis.

"Ah! The pleasure of being served outweighs all the time waiting for the results." Doctor Noah humped his hips as he imitated the act of fucking into his nurse mouth. "You can add into your report, that all my nurses were at one time fucked by me. Be in the storeroom, the ops room or even in the corridors. I even did your nurse once when you were doing the MRI. Such indulgence befit my role as the evil doctor."

The evil doctor then pulled out prematurely and motioned to the nurse to bend over his desk. He then proceeded to fuck her there. He did not stopped until he had completed his satisfaction. He then pulled himself to the seat.

"Wow! Age must be catching on me. I am so dried out after that one act." Doctor Noah smiled. He then looked at the guard.

"Okay, both of you can continue over there. I needed to speak to Agent 009." Both Frenche and Kanno ran to the far corner to continue their personal liaison de pleasure. "Yes, Agent 009. I was hoping that you would be more amicable. After all, I did run those images of your fantasy by hypnosis into your mind."

Doctor Noah had compiled up a dossier of her personal fantasies and had them played into her two hours of ordeal there. She had every fantasy played into her mind.

"But you left out one, Doctor." Jenny spoke up. "I always get to fuck my nemesis."

Doctor Noah stared at her. He looked through his notes. It was unbelieving that he had left out that session from her list.

"So Doctor Noah, do we fuck or just bored ourselves with each other?" Jenny spoke out seductively. "I read your dossier too. You like to indulge into your enemies."

"True, but they were all males before you ....came." Doctor Noah felt the stir in his blood. "I never had a...nother like you besides my nurses. I am .....aligned to the concept of their dressing."

"You knew I was a nurse before. I even dressed like one to fucked twice." Jenny taunted him. "I told you so in my interviews."

"But they were ladies. You were a lesbian hence your disgust with men." Doctor Noah referred to his notes. "I specifically read that....."

"Yes, I dislike their looks but I use them on myself, and onto them like men." Jenny licked at her lips. It felt dry there. "You knew that. I knew that. You liked it. I read yours."

"I..... I am not telling you anything. Its not my role to tell you. I am the doctor." Doctor Noah stood up but his urges betrayed him.

"So soon. I was expecting that he may needed some more influencing." Jenny poked her tongue out before lapping her lips. "You have it in the drawer. Let me show you how I lived my fantasy."

Doctor Noah reached for the drawer and withdrew the strap-on. He looked at it and then at Agent 009. He was bewitched by her calling. He would had asked Frenche, but she had on a bull to ride on then. He walked up to her and stood there.

"I need the movement. Please untie me." Jenny asked. "I won't run. I just want to hump."

Doctor Noah did as he was told. He untied her from the bedding. She could hardly stand on her feet without feeling the need to fall, or collapsed in a heap of orgasm releases but the effect was wearing off. It was her hard training that carried her on, while she strapped on the tool belt. Doctor Noah bend over to lower the bedding to horizontal when she took the opportunity to thrust into him.

"Yelp!" Doctor Noah screamed off while he lain on top of the bed. "Oh, yes."

She moved her body to the moves but he stopped her.

"Lubricate me." He told her. She looked at his pucker hole and cringed. She then saw the extra syringes with the drug inside it. She grabbed it and jabbed it into his back cheeks. She gave him a full dosage which took its toll on his body. He went into a series of convulsions while his groin was all awash with his release. She stood there for a while until he stopped convulsing. She then stepped forth whole grabbing one of the leather bands on the bedding. She reached for his hands to the back, and bind him with it.

"Doctor Noah, you have the right to remain...." She thrust herself up into him. "Silent."

The doctor was silent; he was bitting the linens to quell his screams.

"Anything you do..." She thrust in harder, before she continue. "May caused you to lose your balls in the process."

"You have a right to a nurse..." She pulled back to pushed in once more. " I doubt she would do this for you. You are one pathetic fuck."

That ended the task and Agent 009 was given a two weeks holidays in the Bermudas. She had the needed supply to keep her girlfriends happy and satisfied during her stay. Her post card said it all.

"007 is too short for me." It showed a photo of the Walther PPK gun compared to her Glock 9mm.

D&C 2.4; Hatred stirs up strife, but love covers all offenses.

Hatred stirs up strife, but love covers all offenses.

I was celebrating with Frank on his son's engagement at Di Angelo when the call came in. It was a 187 ( Homicide ), that was under my concern. I placed the siren and sped there which was across the city. I looked up at the address; right at the border of the next next Precinct. Why can't they drop dead on the other side?

That part of the city was all the average income with the two adjacent colleges and one high school clustered within a radius of five miles. It was named the 'student section' as there were students everywhere. I had to slowed down to avoid the bicycles and cars driven by amateurs behind the wheel. I parked at about a hundred yards away; the front of my car was all vehicles and more curious people. I locked the doors to avoid it being taken for a joy ride by some amateurs. When I reached the yellow line, I told the officer there to keep an eye on my car. He looked up and smiled.

"If its dark blue, then you are numbered five in my list." Darned, most of us drive dark blue cars; who ever thought of driving a pinky Cadillac unless he or she was looking to be mugged. I saw the Coroner van was inching towards the crime scene with the crowds asked to moved by the uniformed ones. I reached there before the van did, and met Dan. He was leaning over the victim's body.

"Hi Dan", I did not get the respond I was expecting, but he replied to me with his findings.

"Blunt trauma to the head may had killed him, but I would need to examined more. He got bruises over his body. I would say, severe beatings by one or more persons, armed with a blunt weapon." Dan looked to his assistant. "Bagged and moved it to the lab."

Dan stood up and then walked past me. I tried to stop him, but he muttered about taking care of Bernice. I left him to go while I checked with the uniformed for updates. Later, I kicked in my report; homicide by aggravated assault and battery. Possible crime hate. It got my licking my paws soon after when the Commissioner lambasted me for shoddy work.

"That is not a report. I do want probable causes. I want concrete answers." The Commissioner hauled my ass into his office for the thrashing. "Do you want this case? Or I could passed it to Gonzales and Andrew?"

I had stifle my laughter. Those two names mentioned are stiff in the closets. They would love this case, as it was their kinship who laid there dead. The Commissioner freeze my thoughts.

"I just attended a talk by the FBI on the rise of hate crimes. We ranked in the top ten listing." The Commissioner looked at me square on the eyes. "Do I need to make myself anymore clearer to you, Detective Barnes?"

I knew when I was cornered. I nodded and took up my report to go back to the desk. I grabbed the overcoat and went over to Di Angelo. I had coffee and hot dogs.

"Gracious me, you hold that pose and I would had said you looked like me." It was Rose, and she was not supposed to be here. Not at this hour, as we agreed on, but who ever tell you a lady ever agree to you must be loony. She sat down at the seat next to mine, and ordered coffee. I ignored her presence, but she spoke up first.

"I heard of the murder of Nathan Levin." Rose mentioned the name in my folder. "I knew him sometime back. He was an activist on equal gender rights. He did stirred up some bad press on the corporate for discrimination."

I gobbled up my hot dog with the tip at my throat. I drunk it down with my coffee while she continued.

"I may had heard some news from the streets, but who cares when activist like us died with mysterious circumstances." She finished her coffee and left. I looked at her walking with her back swing that even a tiger could not resist to mauled.

"Jim, are you cheating on Jenny?" I looked over and saw Frank seated next to me.

"Heck, no. I was just admiring her butts." I laughed at my humor. Di Angelo came to my rescue.

"If Jimmy cheats, then I am better at poker." Di Angelo knew I brought Rose here a couple of times; off duty and casual. He won't tell; he's my brother in name.

"Yeah! Yeah! If the two ever did, it won't be me clubbing you." Frank picked up his coffee and took a sip. "Anyone knows what a lady would like for her wedding present?"

Thank the stars, he changed channels. Soon we were giving Frank lot of ideas; more lewd than lawful ones. It was Di Angelo who gave the most kinky one; a double headed dildo. His reply was more amusing; its pleasurable at both ends. It was then the scones came flying at him courtesy of the daughter who overheard the discussion. We made our escape in the midst of the shelling.

I left for Dan' morgue and he told me plenty.

"Subject did not die of residual physical effects from that beating." Dan gave me his assessment. "He had a punctured wound in his left ribs that was pierced to his heart, thus rupturing it. I am looking at a sharp object with a sharper end of about nine inches in length. He was not sodomized if you cared to ask. We got some DNA and still running the checks."

Dan was kind to showed me the punctured wound below the heart around the bruise marks. He then walked away but I was not letting go. I walked with him to his inner office. I watched the man sit down on his seat before I slammed the folder on the desk.

"What is wrong with you?" I asked him. "Since I met Bernice, you had been cold and not like yourself? Have we a problem?"

"No", Dan replied. "I am just in my moods. So f*****d off, and I cared not whom you may had fucked."

Dan knew or suspected but he was keeping mum. So that was boiling inside him. It was his hatred towards me for screwing his wife. I wanted to explained but the darned phone had to ring. I picked it up and it was Rose. She may had found the murderer. I looked back to Dan.

"I did not fucked Bernice, Dan." That was not entirely a lie. We did fuck but we could not complete it. I respected Dan too much to finished it off. I got out and apologies to Bernice. Her reply was the same; I am sorry if I led you on. I was lonely too.

"Que sera sera.... Now get out of my office." Dan shouted at me. I left him to see Rose. She was waiting for me at the apartment. I walked in, I f*****d her and then she told me who was the one did the killing.

"I heard on the street that Danny Oswald did it. He runs a hate group on gays, and was loggerheads with Nathan." I looked at her. She was on first name with the victim, as if she knew him well. She looked at me and smiled. "Nathan was not all gay then. He was a man like you before. We had a fling in the earlier days but stopped after the lust worn off."

If there was a word to described me then, it was hoodwinked. I got up from the bed and turned my back to her as I dressed. She leaned on her arm and smiled.

"Why? Because I was with a so called faggot, that you felt turned off." Rose got up and walked to the dresser window. "Is this only reserved for you? Or your prick? Or don't I have a choice?"

I was buttoning my shirt then when I stopped. I looked over at her but I had no words.

"Jimmy, you had too much on you. You left it to fester to hatred on some. Don't draw the line on others. They also have rights." Rose spoke up. I finished buttoning up and left her standing there.

I would had picked up Danny Oswald, but I left my mind do some thinking. I needed some evidence to convict if he was guilty. I can't; I cleared the word in my mind before it came out, believed all that Rose told me. So I donned on my detective coat and approached the suspect with the usual questions.

Danny Oswald had all alibis leaving me with a bad taste on my report. But Danny Oswald made one mistake. He should had not told me his father ran a surgical tools shop. I did a check on the father; Brian Oswald, was the founder and backer of the organization that spew hatred for gays. More to it, Brian Oswald had a record of intimidation and assault before, but was never convicted as he had good friends. Among them was some corporate directors with better lawyers. He had no alibi on the time of the murder but he claimed how could he being an older man fought off 'that twerp who was younger than him'.

The next person to gave his hatred speech was the Commissioner.

"Jimmy, I don't intervened in your investigation, but don't offend the city' fund providers with your baseless accusations. I hate to take you out but I would if the Mayor called me one more time." Corporate sucks in the city sometimes. But I was not getting anymore from Rose. She did not take my calls since that last journey to heaven. She once told me; how come its always yours and never mine? I never bothered to reply. I was getting old and held the right to be biased in my opinion.

It was Dan who gave me my popping smack when he handed me the report. It was the result from the DNA test. I read it and then took off to see Brian Oswald. I met the suspect at his office. He was filing his papers and had a orbitoclast for a paper weight. I showed him the warrant to search his premises. He got up from the desk and reached for his walking stick. I stopped him and requested for the stick.

"Why should I give you my stick? How am I to walk?" Brian complained.

"The same way you stood up. If your legs are strong enough to raise you up, they are strong enough to move your body across the room."

Brian raised up his stick to hit me but I was quicker on the move. I grabbed his arm to twist it so that he would let go of the cane. He fell back against the desk but I had the cane. The other officers helped him up while I examined the cane. It was heavy; there was lead inside the cane top like those of the older days. More to it, the midway of the cane pulled out to reveal a sharp nine inch sawn off orbitoclast inside it. It had traces of blood inside the sheath of the lower cane body.

I read Mr Brian Oswald his Miranda Rights. We soon got around to the son for abetting in a murder. I guessed some families do stick close to each other even in hatred. Back at the Di Angelo the next day, I got a note from Rose. She had passed it to Di Angelo. It read with a simple words.

"I am leaving town." I guessed we won't be f******g no more. Then Frank walked in looking exasperated.

"I bought them a set of glasswares, and guessed what." We all looked at Frank.

"They told me that already had theirs. I could keep that alongside with their mum's ones." Frank replied. "I hate to tell you this but kids today ain't appreciative."

I could only smiled. I have no kids. But Di Angelo replied it loud.

"True but we still love them nevertheless." Then the daughter's voice was heard.

"I heard that, Pa."

Footnote:

Hate crimes (also known as bias-motivated crimes, or race hate) occur when a perpetrator targets a victim because of his or her perceived membership in a certain social group. Examples of such groups include but are not limited to: racial group, religion, sexual orientation, ethnicity or gender identity.

http://www.civilrights.org/publications/hatecrimes/lgbt.html

New tales coming your way...Sept 19, 2013

In the last days, I have been pruning at a new tale; The Tempest, an adaptation from the Tempest by Shakespeare. Although my version ( as expected ) deviate from the original with its endings. I am doing the ending and its already at 32000 words.

I truly loved this tale. I did not read the whole Shakespeare tale; only the synopsis and snippets but its awesome.....

Be on it soon, in these pages.

An extract to keep the wheels rolling......

Miranda remembered when she was younger, she had buried her face into her mother's bosom and felt the warmth but that time was different when she was with Freddy. She arched her back further up but his caress was just as shallow then. She did not know why and how, but she moved to ease the shoulders strap of her dress to let it fall off the arms. She pulled back his face to raised it up to her face.

"Kissed me, Freddy." The young man was a virgin at the works, nodded his head. His lips once caressed hers but she had pushed him down again to her bosom. He was treated to the sight of her bared breasts which he had never seen. He had seen breasts, but they were always clothed or hidden. His ventured into the full play of sex was rather limited by his personal principle of modesty. That was his excuse to many enticing ladies, but the truth was he feared being blackmailed again for another act of sex.

"Kissed me there." Freddy was pushed to the upper flesh of her breast, which he had no notion of what to do. He did as kisses was to be laid, and as his lips felt the softer flesh there, he went into a state of nuzzling and minor bites. His bites took on its own journey as he trailed down to the center. There he felt the hardness tip but his eyes closed, he only knew that it was in need of a deeper kiss. His lips engulfed it and suckled on it like the young infant would do. It was a natural act of any person in need of its nutrients.

Miranda moaned out her feeling when his lips caressed her tips; she knew not what was it to described the feeling but to hold him ever closer to her. She had once tried to kissed her mother there once, but she had told her it was not hers anymore to feed anymore.

"Your days at my breasts are to be held close from your face. Its now back to your father who would suckle on it."

"Why, mother?" Miranda had asked.

"Its the few parts of myself, that were reserved only for him, as my love. I share it not with anyone and more so when that one should weaned off it a long time ago." Her mother explained. "There were to be another one soon, but he does not know."

"Who's that, Mother?" Miranda asked.

"Perhaps your sister or brother, but we shall wait for the day when God deliver the baby." It was the night before her mother's death that Miranda was to know that she was to have another baby brother or sister.

The hard nibble on her breast shook her off her thoughts. She pulled him up again to her face. She sees not as we knew, but she needed to see him at the face to asked him.

"Would you father ...our child?" Miranda asked of him. Freddy meanwhile then was caught between the feeling of hormonal urges and parental responsibility.

"I guess so." Freddy replied and tried to push his way back to her breasts but she held him back up.

"No, Freddy. I must know." Miranda told him.

"Yes, I would...." Freddy paused. "But we hardly know each other."

My brother cooks but I like them raw on the spread

I had to admit one of my all time favorite was to have a place I could call my own. And I did at the age of twenty two when I moved to the far side of the city. I got myself a small apartment, with my own bathroom, kitchen; more like a make shift one as I was not much of a cook, but I had my own bed. All mine with no one to share; not yet then as I do not have a boyfriend yet. I did however got the job I wanted and the ability to cover my rent. So I declared independence.

What do you have when you own a place of your own?

Privacy was one. I could walked around stark naked ( drapes are closed, mind you. ) and not have anyone yelling; cover yourself, girl. And I could leave my panty hanging over the radiator and not having to worried they looked like stringy bow ties. Bra? Who cares about them? I ain't no 'mama-lades' build so I don't need gravity stabilizer on them. I do however have a few which are kept for the think layers of clothing or the extra piece when I played strip poker with the girls.

Yup, the one thing I loved about my place, I could have girl's parties. That was when I sneaked them in past Mrs Harold's doorway. She was a personal wreck who things any groups of people partying equals orgies and drugs abuse. God, she sounded like my spinster aunt, Mabel. May she rest in peace among the others who laid by her beneath the layers of soil.

Okay, back to my apartment.

That evening, I got Winnie, Jenny and Abigail to come over for a night stay and we brought ourselves chinese takeaways with the sticks that could be used to fight like Darth Vader later, some pizza with the natural cartons of yogurt to ease the digestion and retained the curves. Abigail brought over a bottle of scotch; claimed she got it from her dad's case, but we knew she bought it. We were all frisky and jumpy to have a sub-zero sober party.

I opened my unit door after having tip toed past Mrs Harold's creaking floorboards corridor, and walked in. I was shocked by the sight.

Someone invaded my unit, was my exact thoughts.

My panties are missing from the radiators, my bra lines are missing from the overhead lighting, and my leftover nut shells are cleared from the coffee table.

"God, I think the aliens have invaded my place." I told the girls. They all paraded behind me with their heads popping past my rather well maintained shape to peek in.

"It looked ...clean." Abigail said it first while she adjusted her spectacles.

"Did your mum come over?" Jenny asked while adjusting her bra straps. She had them one size bigger so James could peek at her cleavage. She likes to show off her limited sized orbs to him. She hoped he could make out the moon from the earth sized planets.

"Or did you opened the wrong door?" Winnie was much smarter than I thought. I shook her head. I could still see my my playgirl centerfold on the shower door across the unit. It still had that pasted on extra length anatomy piece, courtesy of my enhancement program on the PC.

"Oh, hello sis." I looked to the source of the voice from the make shift kitchen. It was my brother., Mark who was standing there with the apron over his chest. "And jello to you all."

The girls were all 'jello' when they saw him. He was the perfect male, six plus footer with the six pack that you do a facial scrub without the milky wash. I knew him well, as we grew up together before he went off to Uni. That was two years ago and then he was standing in my kitchen.

"Please step in, ladies. I have enough food for all of us." Mark was the one who took over from my mum when she was unable to move with her sickness. He was the perfect house maker while I was the sneaky tomboy at the back yard. The ladies friends of mine broke rank and lined up like chorus girls to inspect him or was it he inspecting them.

"Mark. This is Winnie, Jenny and Abigail." God! Jenny stood there with her chestful of medals held up. I looked back at Mark. He was no more the chubby brother which I used to arm wrestle, but his two years away, had reshaped his looks. He did looked good.

Damned! He was good looking. I walked to the shower door and blocked the offending view.

"Did you ....cleaned my place?" I asked him.

"Yup, I did and had them folded into the cupbaord, changed your linens and washed the shower rooms, plus refilled the shampoo bottles. You were never..."

I stopped him there.

"Thanks, Mark. When did you get in?" I switched the channel.

"This afternoon. I thought I surprised you. And was I surprised." He was looking at the ladies. They were still standing there with their different variations of Marilyn Monroe. I felt then like Greta Garbo; out of sync and place.

"So what did you cooked?" I asked him

"Scrambled eggs, and baked beans?" Mark replied. He knew I hated them. Then he laughed; his masculine deep laugh that vibrated all the muscles on his throat. I could had sworn, Jenny bust went one size bigger with the extended tip.

"No, actually I made the roast with the baked potatoes, with a healthy salad bowl of leafy greens and root vegetables garnished with the sour cream. Plus I had a bottle of wine." Mark openly declared it out. "I knew you had enough of takeaways and pizza. Abigail hid the pizza box behind her.

"And I got a friend with me." Mark laid it our plain. The girls went down on the plains with nothing to perked them up. Another version of the male specimen pushed his way past me; another finer example too of why men needed to be sculptured more often. The other guy was dressed in a towel and had his body glisten with droplets of water.

"Sorry, ladies. I was not expecting company so early." Strong southern accent. "Ma' name's Henry.. If you would excuse me, I need to get proper for the evening."

He paraded past the ladies and I think the world had stopped rotating for a few seconds. I looked to Mark.

"Your friend, are you...." I winked at him.

"Nay, sis. We are straight. He's here to see the city. He's leaving soon after he changed." Mark replied. I looked to the girls and smiled. "Could you take him around?"

"Well, girls. It looked like you are going to have a chance to chomp on some roast while I played host to a Southern dude."

I don't know what about men that ladies like when they knew he could cooked roasts. I guessed its the recipe behind it. Well, I loved my dang Texas meat all raw.....