eBooks of Charles Peters, me, on Amazon.
Note: The Erotic Domination of Earth Books I’ve written for Amazon connects back into the Billy Bingo universe. Another series will be added that will not be in the erotic category will also connect back into the Billy Bingo universe.
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It was a dark, dark, night in Atlanta. The sky was cloudy and the air had a slight chill. Janet Silverton thought, “What am I doing?” That is what she considered as she walked down the sidewalk from where she had parked, but she knew what she was doing. To her it was fun to dance and strip off her clothes in front of men and maybe a few women. Also she earned money when she could arrange to entertain at the club. Course, she knew if the police department where she worked were to find out, she could lose her main job. Regardless, that did not much matter to her. Tired, lonely, she wanted someone to hold her in their arms. She wanted human touch.
Janet stepped off the sidewalk and turned down an alleyway. She rubbed her breasts through her white, see through T-shirt. She rubbed her crotch through her tight blue jeans. She walked along the alleyway between two abandoned buildings and then exited from the darkness into the bright lights of the parking lot outside of the 5th Side Strip Club. She walked past the parked cars and up to a side entrance. A security guard opened the door and let her in. She walked into the area where several women were putting on their fancy, colorful, sexy costumes. She walked to a rack to select something for her dance.
A woman, Marge Ross, looked at Janet Silverton. “Why are you doing this? You don’t need the money.”
“Maybe tonight I will meet my Prince Charming.”
“Honey, if you want to meet a nice man, try church.”
Janet laughed as she removed her white T-Shirt and shook her breasts. Marge put some oil in her hands and tenderly, sensually, rubbed the oil on Janet’s breasts to give them a shiny, glistening, shimmer. Janet moaned at the warm feel of Marge’s hands touching her breasts. Marge was desirable enough, as kind as she was sexy, but Janet wanted the feel of a man’s cock pounding her pussy.
Janet stripped the rest of her clothes off. She slid black fishnet stockings on her beautiful, smooth, legs. She then put a gold mini skirt on and a white lace top. She adorned her feet in gold high heel shoes. Marge helped put her blonde hair into a bun that would look all so sexy when she loosened the bun and shook her head for her hair to freely fly to the drumming sound of music. It would be a good effect.
Marge said, “You are so beautiful. I don’t understand why you haven’t met your Prince Charming.”
Janet shrugged and smiled. “Tonight may be the night.”
* * *
Doug White stood outside the strip club. He had never been into a club to see women dance and take their clothes off for money. He had that innocent look which pretty much made that secret not really so much of a secret. Still he had always pretended to be a more worldly man when talking to his friends and he had always thought that they believed his tales of sordid sex and high risk adventure.
Doug did not much socialize at the Minion Plex with his brother Bobby’s friends. There was the age difference by a few years. Also Doug’s friends were mainly the so called “nerd” group from his school years.
Doug had been thinking about this night since he first heard Janet on the phone discussing dancing here. Doug had imagined that somehow he would cause Janet to notice him and perhaps give him a lap dance. Doug hoped from that he could develop a relationship with the Policewoman/Stripper who had moved into the Apartment Complex. Doug did not just want sex from his new neighbor, he wanted a relationship. That was his fantasy.
This evening Doug was dressed in gray slacks and a navy blue jacket. His expensive shirt was lime green and his tie was pink. His slightly long hair was a sandy brown color and his eyes were green. His face was somewhat roundish and when he smiled he had dimples that girls liked to pinch. Still, around even those girls he had always been very shy.
Nervously Doug paid the door fee and entered the club. His face felt hot, flush, when he saw the waitresses walking around topless. As he looked around he considered that he had never imagined so many breasts coming in so many shapes and sizes. A topless waitress showed him to his table and took his order for a night of drinks and over priced sandwiches. Pale and shaking Doug sat down. Unexpectedly a strange woman sat down at the table with Doug. She introduced herself as Samantha Wilder. He halfway suspected she had made her name up.
Samantha’s hair was red and her lips were thick with blue lip stick. Doug couldn’t decide the color of her eyes. Blue or green. The color seemed to change with the turn of her head. She had a nice enough face, pretty, but Doug’s stare soon shifted from her face so as to check out her large breasts and nice cleavage. For a second he imagined his cock rubbing between her breasts. He’d always liked titty fucking in porn movies, and also in his imagination when jerking off.
Samantha asked, “How big is your dick?”
“Around 8 inches.” When giving his height he also tended to exaggerate up by an inch or so. It wasn’t like people walked around with a tape measure. Well, usually. There was that one dude at the gym. That was weird. And seriously, does the government census bureau really do those kind of surveys.
Samantha smiled. “The biggest dick I’ve ever had was 12 inches. Have you ever seen a 12 inch cock.”
“No.” The waitress brought his sandwiches and a couple of drinks. He quickly swallowed a gulp from one of the glasses and then almost choked it up.
“Yeah. That is how I was with the 12 inch cock.”
The lights dimmed as music began to play. Janet Silverton walked out on the stage with all eyes in the place gawking in awe, watching her. Two of those eyes mesmerized by her sexy moves were the eyes of the be smitten Doug White. As she danced about the stage Doug watched each move, gyration, and each sexual like expression contorting from her every inch of her body. Doug felt not just desire but a longing some might call love as he watched Janet dance. She was as sexually desirable on the stage as he had imagined in fantasy but even on the stage stripping her clothes off to the beat of music there was also a tenderness, an innocence about her.
Samantha watched Doug watching Janet. “Does she get your 8 inch cock all hard and wet?”
Doug did not answer. He was somewhat excited but wasn’t fully erect. Samantha moved closer to Doug. She slipped her hand beneath the table and between his legs. She rubbed his crotch. Doug was not sure how to react to Samantha as his attention was more drawn to Janet Silverton who was now pole dancing. “So how would I go about getting a lap dance from that beauty on that platform?”
“Well that is a fine how do you do? Don’t you want a lap dance from me? Maybe more.”
* * *
There was a fine mist of rain falling against the windshield of Stan Wakes beaten up junk of a car. It was just enough rain to dirty the windshield but not enough to turn on the wipers and the windows were starting to fog. Stan Wakes felt unnerved but he knew he needed to man up, bounce his big balls from where they had been hiding too long, and do this. What was left of his gang was no longer respected and he wanted to restore the gang’s beleaguered reputation from that of ridicule to fear.
Finding it hard to see out the windshield, Stan pulled into the Orakay Liquor Store parking lot. He almost bumped into the young dude, Benjamin White, walking the well lit parking lot and hoping to find someone to buy him a bottle of liquor. The punkish dude, Benjamin, in tight blue jeans, screamed, “Hey, what’s the fucking idea.”
Benjamin was hardly anything like his older brother Doug who this moment was sitting in the 5th Street Strip Club and taking great pleasure in the realization that not all breasts are alike. Benjamin was more like his oldest brother Bobby though much more of a loner than Bobby.
Stan Wakes slowly drove, straddling the white line between two parking spots, to finesse his car in place. Watching, Ben comically considered that it was as though the driver was worried about someone dinging the piece of junk he was driving.
Stan took a red and black checkered scarf that tied his blonde wig into a ponytail and used it cover his face like he was a wild west bandit. Stan felt the Colt M1911 military issue in the pocket of his red windbreaker as he opened the car door to get out.
The 20 year old kid, Benjamin White, who Stan had almost run over, walked up to him. He was about to ask the stranger to buy a bottle of liquor for his consumption when he saw the scarf covering his face. Benjamin noticed the stranger’s hand in the pocket touching a gun, a colt. For a moment Benjamin focused on the small, fake, snake tattoo on the man’s hand. From ogling the man’s snake tattoo Benjamin looked up into the unknown man’s cold blue eyes. “Fuck!” Realizing there was about to be a robbery or worse, Benjamin started to take off running. He started, but he was not quick enough.
Stan grabbed Benjamin by his shirt collar and spun him around. Benjamin didn’t notice that the dangerous stranger had moved his hand from his gun to the phone in his pocket. He didn’t realize when the unknown man took his picture. When Stan released his grip on Benjamin, Benjamin thought he had broken free rather than being freed. Benjamin fled just as quickly as his two feet would carry him as Stan quietly moaned in distress. “I will deal with you later. Disguise or no disguise, you saw too much.”
Stan looked up toward the liquor store and saw the camera that panned the brightly lit parking lot. “Video.” Stan was glad that “Sammy” had stolen a couple of car tags for his out of state junk that officially had long ago been crushed. Still, seeing the camera disturbed Stan. “Too many damn fucking cameras in this world,” Stan said as he eased his own phone camera back into his pocket.
Stan felt nervous as he walked to enter the Orakay Liquor Store. Unless the victim was preoccupied and not looking at the video from the camera, he’d probably seen Stan. Of course whoever was inside this unsavory store would not be calling the law. The last thing they would want to do is bring the heat down on their operation.
Stan opened the dirty glass door. A cow bell attached to the door made a high pitched ringing sound. Stan looked toward the check out counter area on the far wall. A door behind the counter was open. No one was in sight. “Anyone home,” Stan said with a nervous edge in his voice.
Stan turned and flipped a sign on the door to closed. Keeping both eyes open for surprises he knelt down and unplugged the electric, neon, open sign. “Anyone home,” Stan repeated.
Stan eased up and down the aisles. He looked at the bottles of alcoholic beverages that lined the shelves. The store seemed as well stocked as most any liquor store he had ever entered. There were the berry liquors: Chambord, Lakka, Polar and lots more. Then there were the Coffee Liquors.
“What the fuck.” Stan shook his head at the Coffee Liquors. “I know you are in here, somewhere. Come on out. You don’t have to be afraid.” Stan continued up and down the aisles. He stepped around a mop bucket. Then he exited the aisles and came back to the check out area. He walked behind the counter. Cautiously, he walked into the room behind the counter. The room was dark. He fumbled for the switch to turn the light on. He finally located the light switch. “And let there be light,” Stan said with a god complex. He flipped the switch and the room brightened up.
Stan looked around the small room. Each of the three other walls lining the dingy room had a door. “I sure as hell don’t like this. I should have obtained a diagram of the building.”
Stan walked to the door that he figured exited to an alley behind the building. He opened the unlocked door and sure enough there was a narrow back street. There was a large van parked, blocking the one lane road right at the door. Stan looked around the van and then looked up and down the lane. “Maybe he was smart enough to run. Maybe he escaped down the asphalt alley.”
* * *
Benjamin White, who had wanted to get drunk for the first time, stopped running. He settled his young, sexy, body against a wall. “I am such a fucking coward.” He pulled his cellphone from his pocket. He dialed 911.
“Yeah, this is an emergency. I was at the Orakay Liquor Store over on Orakay and 5th. I saw a man with a mask and gun going into the liquor store.” Benjamin closed his cellphone. He figured that was enough information. He had done his duty.
Benjamin realized he was standing outside of the 5th Side Strip Club. He wondered if he tried to enter the place, if they would check his id.
* * *
Stan turned from the alleyway to go back into the liquor store. He closed the door behind himself. He walked to a different door in the small room. The door was locked but it wasn’t much of a door jam and with very little effort Stan had the door opened. Inside the room, with bundles of marijuana, stood the clerk with the owner and another man. The clerk looked familiar but then doesn’t everyone.
Stan said, “You are operating in this neighborhood without permission.”
With a peculiar smirk the owner asked, “You work for the Raovertso Gang?”
“No.”
“So how many damn fucking gangs think they are going to collect from me?” The owner gave the clerk a rather odd look.
“Are you saying that you gave money to the Raovertso and they didn’t give a percent to the RedOaks?”
Before Stan even knew what the hell had happened the clerk had a revolver pointed at his temple.
The clerk Raovertso told him to drop his weapon. “You pay Raovertso. Raovertso doesn’t pay you.”
“So you want a gang war?”
“Your gang only has five people left who aren’t dead and aren’t in jail. I respect your last gasp effort to resurrect yourself, but it isn’t going to happen.”
Stan stared at the clerk. It was only then he realized that he was talking to Raovertso himself. “Why are you clerking at this store?”
“When someone pays me for protection, by God, they get protected. My gang is not like that sorry ass operation that you ran into the ground.”
“You were expecting me? I mean, you were expecting me even before I pulled into the parking lot? Sammy sold me out.”
Raovertso said, “Sammy is tired of you. All of your big plans and never able to execute. Your grand notions got her brother killed.”
Stan laughed. “Her brother got her brother killed.” He very quickly turned the tables and had Raovertso down on the floor and the gun in Raoverto’s hand pointed at his own temple. The shot was quick. The death was sudden. Watching the blood ooze Stan said, “Dumb ass.”
Stan looked at the owner. “You start loading the truck to get this pot moved.”
“Yes sir.” He wasted no time in getting a cart to load the pot to push around to the truck.
Stan looked at the other man who stood still. “So who the hell are you?”
“It is my pot or I guess I should say that it was my pot.”
“You get paid?”
“He was short a thousand but that is no never mind now. If I get out of here alive, I will be happy.”
“You a grower or a handler?”
“Both.”
“Are you honest with your people?”
“I try to be but then this isn’t the first time that I have been cheated. They probably will not trust me after this. I don’t blame them.”
Stan counted out ten one hundred dollar bills to the man. “My name is Stan Wakes. You can usually get word to me from the RedOak Bar. Just give the bartender a $100 bill with your business card and my name written on back. He will give you a $50 bill back with my current business card. Now you better get out of here before the police show up.”
The man left and Stan started helping the owner to load the truck. They quickly got the job done.
Stan said, “Now when the police get here, just tell them it was a robbery gone bad or some such. If there is any tape to that camera outside, or anywhere, lose the tape.”
“There is no video.”
Stan got in the truck with the pot and drove off, but he didn’t drive far before he saw flashing lights in his mirror and a siren singing. “Fuck.” He turned the radio in the truck up loud. He floored the gas. He sped down one road and then another but he found himself going no where fast. If he didn’t lose the cop quickly enough, he knew this was going to end up being one of those kind of car chases on television that people watch for entertainment. How was he going to get out of this predicament?
Stan flipped out his cell phone to call his girl pal Sammy. Sitting with Doug in the bar Samantha Wilder answered Stan’s call for help.
“Like honey we’ve got to time ourselves a quick diversion to get the police off my ass. I seriously need to get this cop’s tongue out of my ass crack. I am in a truck filled with pot. Where are you?”
* * *
Talking on her cellphone, Samantha Wilder stood up from the table with Doug White. Doug watched her walk away. She had a nice ass and a hot, prissy walk. Thinking how Samantha knew how to work her ass, his attention turned back to Janet on stage.
Doug pulled some money from his pocket to put in Janet’s G-string. As she came for the money he told her, “I sure would like a lap dance.”
Janet smiled at the young man who looked so innocent. He looked somewhat familiar to her but she wasn’t sure from where. She didn’t say anything but went to the next customer who was dangling money for her attention. Doug felt somewhat rejected but then he noticed Janet kept looking back at him. He wondered if there might still be hope. He wished for the feel of her sexual, sensual form rubbing against his all so horny self.
Samantha Wilder returned to the table but didn’t sit down. “Stud, have you ever had sex in an alley?” She rubbed her hands through his sandy brown hair. “You will like it.”
Doug looked back at Janet. Then he looked at Samantha. “How much will it cost me?”
“No gifts will be required but much appreciated.”
Doug didn’t notice the rather strange, sinister expression on Samantha’s face but from the stage Janet did notice. Janet felt a chill. Maybe it was psychic, maybe it was just knowing that Samantha was a gang member, but Janet felt afraid for the young man.
Doug stood up. Janet watched Doug leave the bar with Samantha. Janet left the stage and talked to one of the Club Managers. “Why do you let that Samantha Wilder in here? She just led a customer out of here. I feel certain she is up to something bad.”
“We don’t judge her and we don’t judge you.”
Janet said, “I am not a gang member. I am a police officer and…”
“You are a police officer who likes to get her freak on in a strip club. I am not judging but…”
“Yeah. I know. If anyone realized what I do on this side of town it would be bad for my career. Still, I’ve got to see if I can find out what Samantha is up to with that young man.”
Janet grabbed a long coat from Marge and left the 5th Side Strip Club. She saw a young man, Benjamin White, standing against a wall. She asked, “Did you just see a man and woman leave the club? Do you know where they went?”
Benjamin White looked at Janet. Her coat accidentally flashed open and he saw her naked breasts. His dick went hard and his brain went blank.
“Can I see your breasts again?” Benjamin asked Janet.
Janet quickly gave the sexy young man a peep as she again asked if he knew where the couple who had just left the bar had gone.
“When I came back from taking piss around the corner I did notice two people walking toward the alley over there. I don’t know whether they came from the club or not though. I only saw them from the back and don’t even even know if it was a man and a woman. It may not be the same couple you are asking about.”
Janet walked across the parking lot to the alley. Benjamin followed right on her heels.
* * *
Samantha Wilder led Doug into the alleyway. They walked a short distance and Samantha pushed Doug into a doorway. It was not totally dark as a city light beamed a dim light down from one of the abandoned buildings.
Samantha undid her blouse and ordered Doug to kiss her breasts. He did as she commanded and as she looked into his sweet face she felt a pang of guilt. This was someone’s son and she thought of her dead brother. She wondered why in the hell she was helping Stan Wakes but she knew why. He had obviously come out on top against Raovertso and he had the pot and he had the money and without Raovertso the gang would surely fall back under Stan’s control.
Samantha moaned at the feel of Doug’s tongue against the smooth skin of her ample breasts. As she began to unfasten his pants she moved his mouth from her breasts to her mouth. They kissed. It was a good kiss. It was a better kiss than she had expected. Damn it. She did not want to do what was now planned.
Samantha dropped to her knees and she pulled Doug’s pants down to his ankles. He did have a beautiful cock. She enjoyed the feel of it touching her lips. She licked the full shaft of his cock. She worked it in and out of her mouth. She enjoyed the taste of his cock as she sucked it in and out of her mouth.
Doug moaned. “Oh fuck yeah. Shit. This is better than I ever imagined.” His stomach tightened and he shivered but he did not cum.
Samantha slowed down. She didn’t want him to orgasm too soon.
“I want to feel my cock in your pussy,” Doug told her. “Let us leave this alley and go to a motel.”
“No,” Samantha whispered. “This is dirty. I enjoy dirty.” Samantha kept sucking on his cock.
* * *
Janet and Benjamin walked into the edge of the alleyway. They were where they could not be seen. They watched Samantha and Doug. Benjamin did not look at the man’s face in the shadow of the dim light and did not realize he was looking at his brother.
Benjamin whispered, “God, look at her suck on his cock. I wish someone would suck on my cock like that.”
Janet whispered, “Are you even of legal age?”
“Yes. Not to drink booze, but sex, yes.”
Janet whispered, “Samantha isn’t a whore. Stan Wakes is her boyfriend. I feel that something is not right.”
Janet walked away from the alleyway. Benjamin followed her. He wasn’t sure what to say.
Janet entered the 5th Side Strip Club. Benjamin followed her inside and no one questioned him being there, even as they walked to the dressing area where the strippers were changing.
Janet removed Marge’s coat and handed it to her. Benjamin gasped at seeing Janet almost totally naked. He then looked around and saw that he was surrounded by near naked women. He thought he had died and gone to boner heaven.
Marge asked, “So what is Samantha’s game?”
“I don’t know. She is sucking his dick. If she took him back there to rob him she wouldn’t be having sex with him.”
Benjamin said, “I know the crime rate is ridiculous but it would still be strange if I happened on two different crimes during the same night. Maybe the couple just happened to hit it off and are having sex.”
Janet stared at Benjamin. She asked, “Two crimes? What was the other crime you happened to see?”
Benjamin said, “I saw a robbery earlier tonight. Well, I saw a guy covering his face with a red and black checkered scarf or bandanna or whatever you want to call it. And he had a gun in his coat pocket. He was going into the Orakay Liquor Store.”
Marge said, “Red and black scarf. You know Samantha has a scarf like that.”
Janet nodded. “Yeah, but so do I. It was popular at some of the dollar stores around here at one time.” Janet turned her focus back to Benjamin. “So what did you do when you saw the masked man with the gun?”
Benjamin said, “I got the hell out of there. I ran over here. Once safe away from there and over here, I did do my civic duty and I dialed 911 and reported what I saw to the police. I doubt the robber will make it far in that old beat up car of his.”
Marge said, “I saw Stan Wakes driving an old junk of a car a couple of days ago.”
Janet pulled her cellphone from beneath a pile where Marge had folded her street clothes. She called someone on duty working the desk at the police station where she worked. “Hey sugars, can you pull up what is happening with some report of a robbery at the Oarakay Liquor Store?”
While Janet talked on the phone Benjamin began trying to flirt with Marge. He didn’t get far.
Janet told Marge and Benjamin, “There was a murder at Oarakay Liquors. Raovertso was found dead in the Liquor Store. There is now an on going car chase. The police are after a van that came out from behind the Liquor Store. A car was found abandoned in the parking lot with stolen plates. They don’t know who the junk belongs to but I would guess Stan Wakes and I would guess he is the one driving the van. ”
Marge said, “So Stan is getting back control of his gang and his territory by killing Raovertso.”
Janet frowned and said, “No. Stan is going to prison.”
Janet quickly got her street clothes on. She quickly left the 5th Side Strip Club to return to the alleyway. Benjamin followed after her. Janet told him to stay at the club but he ignored her.
* * *
Samantha stopped sucking on Doug’s cock. She played with his throbbing member for a moment and then stood up. As she and Doug started kissing she worked herself around where she was standing against the door and Doug was standing in the alleyway facing Samantha and the door.
Samantha pulled her panties down and lifted her skirt up. Doug slammed his cock to penetrate her pussy fast and hard. “I will be a virgin no more,” Doug moaned. “Oh God, this feels so good.” They kissed as he moved his cock in and out of her pussy. They kissed and they kissed. The kissed some more between expletives. “Fuucck. Hellllll. I may never send a Valentine’s Day card to my right hand again.”
Samantha giggled, “You are funny. And so sexy. This is so goooood.” Then Samantha heard a siren. She tightened her lips and her eyes grimaced shut for she knew the horrible thing she was about to do.
Doug saw tears and he asked, “Am I making you cry?”
Samantha’s phone made a sound to let her know that a text message had been received but the text message was not needed. Samantha could hear the sound of a siren growing louder as the car chase, with her boyfriend fleeing the police, approached. Then Samantha saw the van turn into the alleyway with the lone police car right behind it. As of yet no additional police had been called to join the chase.
Doug stared at the headlights of the speeding van. He moved into the doorway area and tight against Samantha to avoid being hit by the van. The moment after the van passed, Samantha shoved Doug. Screaming in tears she yelled, “Oh no!” like what she had done was an accident. With his pants around his ankles he hit against the side of the Police Car and spun around and bent forward landing on the hood of the police car. His head hit against the windshield as the Police Car slid squealing to a halt.
Frantically, Samantha quickly pulled her panties up and opened the door to the abandoned building and without being seen by the police vanished into the building.
Janet didn’t have a gun and could do nothing as she saw the van speed off. She and Benjamin raced down the alley to join the Police Officer who was checking Doug to see if he was still alive. Janet and Benjamin saw Doug on the hood of the police car. They saw his face smashed against the windshield. The police officer checked his pulse and then called into the police radio mic attached to the sleeve of his uniform to let dispatch and any officers on the frequency to know what was happening. Then the officer gently positioned Doug off the windshield to reposition him on the car hood. The over weight officer with a gruff face and mean expression said, “You are going to be okay kid. You are going to be okay.” In the dim light Benjamin and Janet could see the officer was fighting back tears. Then Benjamin looked at the face of the man on the hood of the police car.
“Fucking hell. That is my brother Doug.” Benjamin ran to his brother to get a closer look. He hoped he was wrong in thinking it was his brother, but he saw he was right. It was Doug. In hysterical tears Benjamin climbed onto the hood of the police car and lay next to his brother. “This night can’t be real. This can’t be real. Doug. Doug. Please don’t die.”
An image of Doug and Benjamin playing, rough housing, in the Apartment pool, flashed in Janet’s mind. Until that moment she had not realized they were her neighbors in the Minion Plex. Janet looked at the police officer and he looked at her. Janet said, “I think the woman he was with is in that abandoned building.”
Benjamin pulled his brother’s pants up. Benjamin said, “No one has to know he was in the alley with a whore. Do they? My parents would expect that from me or Bobby but not from Doug. People don’t have to know he was with a whore, do they?”
The police officer said, “It is not related to the case; the chase. As far as I am concerned he was just taking a piss in the alley.”
Janet eased closer to the police officer. She said, “The woman was Samantha Wilder. If the man driving the van is Stan Wakes, she is his girlfriend.”
“Shit, fuck. You are saying the woman pushed the kid in front of my car to stop the chase.”
“I don’t know that for sure. I can’t prove it. I don’t even know if Stan Wakes was the one driving the van. I didn’t see the driver. I just wanted you to know what happened here might be related to the case.”
Benjamin said, “So. A woman pushed Doug in front of the police car while he was taking a piss. You don’t have to say they were having sex in the alleyway. Do you?”
Janet said, “I didn’t see anyone having sex.”
The officer nodded. “God I wish EMS would get the fuck here.”
Benjamin asked, “To which hospital will he be taken. I’ve got to call my parents. I’ve got to let them know.”
“Grady. Then if your parents want him moved and if he is able, he can be moved to a different hospital.” The officer whispered to Janet, “Can you get the kid away from his brother. Tell him that you will drive him to the hospital. He doesn’t need to ride with his brother. There is a chance his brother will be DOA and the kid does not need to be there for that.”
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eBooks of Charles Peters, me, on Amazon.
Note: The Erotic Domination of Earth Books I’ve written for Amazon connects back into the Billy Bingo universe. Another series will be added that will not be in the erotic category will also connect back into the Billy Bingo universe.
