Full Moon
Chapter 22
by Bridgid
He'd been watching her sleep for a while. It gave him some time to
reflect, to think. No kid of his was going to wear the label bastard and no kid
of his was going to see his mother suffer in any way. He should marry her right
away but then again, maybe it would be for the best if he left her. She was a
good looking broad, she'd find someone else to help her raise the kid but did he
want some other fuck touching his kid? What if he laid a hand on him, or her?
Girl? Fifty/fifty chance, fucks sake what if it was a girl and this other
bastard got ideas later on? Would Lonnie be with a guy like that? She was with
him and he sure as fuck wouldn't think of anything like that but could he hold
his temper? Was he his father's son? All these fucked up thoughts were in his
head and his cock was still hard for her. Was this normal or was he some kind of
crazy freak?
Bud White rolled on top of the sleeping woman and kissed her mouth. He knew the
very moment she woke because she kissed him back. Before the cobwebs left her
head he kneed her legs apart and buried his cock into her. Oh she wanted it
alright, she moaned the moment he entered her and by the second thrust she was
slick and wet, open for him. It only took a few minutes for him to grunt and
groan his seed into her and face it, it was better than jerking off in the
shower. Face it, what guy doesn't need a little relief before he heads out to
bring home the bacon.
"Fuck, baby. Sorry."
"For what?" she asked.
"I just needed to..."
"It's okay, Bud. It was kinda a nice wake up."
Yeah, so why did he feel guilty? Before she came crashing into his life he
didn't care that way for anyone for any length of time. He always had the need
to find a receptacle for his maleness but he didn't stay with them. He never
mistreated them but come morning he got his breakfast at a greasy spoon and went
to work.
"I'll make breakfast for you." Lonnie kissed the tip of his nose and shoved him
off of her onto his back. She grabbed a handful of Kleenex from the night stand
and jammed them between her legs before she stood up. Pulling a few more from
the box, she laid them on top of his flaccid cock. It's not like he didn't
appreciate it but without a good washing he's be picking bits of paper off of
himself all day.
By the time he got out of the bathroom she was in her pink terry cloth robe in
the kitchen placing a plate of ham and eggs on the table for him.
"There's a full moon tonight, baby. You're gonna have a busy day."
"Never fails."
He sat, ate but they didn't talk much. Lonnie sipped a cup of coffee but it
didn't taste right to her these days. Fucking hormones, fucking full moon,
fucking worry over him.
"You will be careful today, right?"
He shoveled a forkful in his mouth but stopped chewing to look at her. "No one's
killed me yet, not even you."
For whatever it was worth she cracked a smile at him. "I really wish I was going
with you. I guess this is gonna take some getting used to."
Bud pushed his plate forward and winced at his sudden urge to put a tip on the
table. "Yeah gonna take some getting used to. I gotta go."
She stood with him and waited for him to put his jacket on. "Call me if you get
time, okay?" Her robe slipped open as she leaned into him for a hug. He held her
loosely for a moment but then his arms tightened. He took another moment to kiss
her proper but said nothing before he left.
Lonnie putzed around the kitchen for a half hour. She left the dishes in the
sink, took a shower and got herself dressed. She stood and stared at her empty
shoulder holster for a bit feeling the sweat of withdrawal but like any cop she
had other toys. She had her dad's 38 special and it fit nicely in a belt holster
at the small of her back. No one would ever take that gun from her, no one.
Part of being an idle cop brings another significant form of withdrawal. How
much adrenaline could be boiled up watching soap operas or Doctor Phil? How much
excitement was there to pushing a cart through the frozen food aisle at Ralph's?
Easy answer; zip, zilch, zed, not a fucking drop.
It was late afternoon when she decided to go for a walk. The local park would be
full of housewives and nannies with their charges. Maybe they could give her an
idea of how to adjust to all of this mundane shit.
She found a bench and sat to watch. A pregnant woman pushing a stroller walked
by with a three maybe four year old boy clutching on to her. He toddled along
behind but his eyes were fixed on Lonnie. She smiled at him but he just scooted
up closer to his mom side as if her were frightened by the woman on the bench.
Is that going to be me in a few years? Lonnie thought seeing the spread of the
woman's ass through her loose fitting jeans, two brats, one on the way, fat, no
nice clothes, nothing to do but amble around the park? The rest of them didn't
look much better. One was pushing a little girl on a swing with one hand as she
gossiped with another woman about something; probably about who was fucking who
on which soap.
"I'm fucking Bud White if any of you care," she spoke out loud and a man on the
bench next to her got up and left. "I'm fucking losing my mind if any of you
care," she said for a rim shot follow up. She leaned back and fingered a pack of
smokes from her blazer pocket. Placing one in her mouth she dug for a lighter,
matches anything but then it dawned on her. Pregnant, no smoking, shit.
A half hour of passed before she noticed him. He was leaning against a stone
wall at the edge of the park watching in much the same way she was but not for
the same reasons. Every so often his hand would drop to his crotch as if to
quell his demented need. He held a cell phone camera in his other hand and
Lonnie followed the line of the shot he was taking. The woman pushing the kid on
the swing didn't see him but her little girl did. Why was she smiling at this
man? Every time the swing reached its apex her fluffy tangerine dress few up
around her thighs exposing her frilly little girl ruffle pants. That sick mother
fucker was.....
Lonnie got up from the bench and walked toward him. It was hard to miss the fact
that she was seething and the mom saw it now. She grabbed the chains of the
swing so hard she nearly toppled her little girl off the seat and it made her
scream.
The man lowered his camera phone. He'd been made but he didn't see Lonnie yet,
he just noticed the mom grab her child and run.
"Hey, scum," Lonnie shouted and the man froze. The wet spot that appeared on the
front of his loose fitting khakis had nothing to do with his previous bout of
excitement. He turned and ran and she ran after him. He was fast, wily but she
could hear him panting. She followed him into a tree line crashing through the
wood like a chased deer. Her mind went black with anger as a sapling slashed her
face. Breaking out of the thicket into a field, there was no sign of him.
"Shit, mother fucker!" All's well, she had her rush, her blinding rush. As she
made her way back to her starting point she could see the woman with the little
girl talking to a uniformed officer. Well, good. It was his job now.
By the time she got home it was four PM. She checked the answering machine but
there was nothing from Bud. Lonnie cleaned herself up, tended to the cut on her
cheek and tried to figure out what she'd fix for supper. Maybe she'd order out,
yeah, Chinese. He'd complain about the Chinks but he'd eat it anyway. Some
things didn't change.
It was well past nine when she heard the door open and his keys drop on the
table. Lonnie was seated at the kitchen table wearing the pink bathrobe she had
on earlier in the day and there were a half dozen cardboard cartons in front of
her. One in particular had a set of bamboo chopsticks jammed into it but very
little of it was eaten.
"That shit stinks," Bud griped as he slipped his coat off. "What happened to
your face?" He bent to kiss her and brushed his thumb over the fresh cut on her
cheek.
"Nothing, just did it to myself by accident. How'd your day go, baby?"
"Rough."
"Aw, I'm sorry. Why don't I fix you a drink? You can tell me all about it."
"Scotch." He took his tie off and sat down but not before shoving the offensive
smelly food away. "Had a homicide today, in the park. Some fucking animal who
was on the Megan's law list got himself sliced up pretty good. Whoever did this
didn't show him any mercy. His cock was in his mouth."
"No wonder you're not hungry. Who could do such a thing anyway?" She was calm
and reserved. Pouring four fingers of scotch into a glass she placed it in front
of him.
"Lon, what did you do today? Anything interesting?"
"No, same old routine. I'm getting used to it. Things are going to be okay, Bud,
right?"
"Yeah, day's over, baby. No full moon tomorrow."