Back in the quarter, Doug stood in front of his mirror in his bathroom and tried on yet another shirt. This one he liked, black silk and with just the first couple of buttons opened, it was his idea of looking sexy. Wearing a pair of black chinos and dress shoes, this was his "club wear" and his cock stirred in his pants as he thought of the erotic delights that awaited him this night. Combing and recombing his hair over and over, he was nervous. Although no slouch in the woman department, this situation seemed like a Penthouse Forum letter come to life and part of him sensed that it could blow up at any second. These things happen to other guys, richer guys, better looking guys and not him. Vowing not to screw up what he was sure to be the most exciting sexual experience of his life, he was focused.
He had slept in all day, only waking around four pm. Orally servicing three ravenous beauties all night had been exhausting and it was only now that his jaw had ceased to ache. Splashing some cologne across his jaw Doug hoped that his empty balls would be in total agony next morning. Readjusting his package inside his tight pants, he smiled. His testicles ached so badly as he had yet to release the flood that had built up inside from the night before. Remembering Daniella's command to save his seed for them, it had been difficult not to toss one off as soon as he got home, but he refrained. He was going to savor this night and as he closed his eyes he imagined the joy he was going to feel as he pumped each one of them full of his spunk before morning. Looking down at his watch he saw it was already eight pm and not wanting to be late for the best fucking of his life, he bounded out of his apartment and down the stairs to his car.
Across town Ed and Lorraine sat in their living room and watched television. It was a Matlock marathon showing that night and Ed enjoyed seeing Lorraine watch Andy Griffith verbally joust with his adversaries, his thick southern accent dripping like honey as he always came out on top. In his world, redneck seersucker always triumphed over sophisticated slick suits. Earlier he had called and arranged with Father Aviles to meet them the next day at Zeke's where they would stage their assault on the demonic forces at Magnolia Grove. Until then, he would stay here with Lorraine, safe in their house. He knew he would need to save his strength so having some time to relax before the fight was welcome. He also felt much safer knowing that his newly purchased Glock was in the kitchen to protect them from any human invaders.
All night long it had been quiet and he and Lorraine had enjoyed a nice meal at home, eating chicken on their metal tv tables in the living room. As they both enjoyed a good laugh at Andy Griffith verbally terrorizing his nemesis, the phone rang.
Looking at her watch Lorraine remarked "Wow, it sure is late for a call. I wonder who it is."
"Probably some telemarketer, just let the answering machine get it." Ed growled as he turned the tv up. Hearing the beep of the answering machine, the breathless voice of Father Aviles echoed through the room.
"Ed, Lorraine, if you are there, please pick up. It is quite urgent!"
Jumping up from his brown vinyl Barcalounger, Ed trotted to the phone. "Leo, it's Ed. Are you ok?"
Lorraine watched nervously as she watched her husband speak into the receiver. She could not hear what the priest was saying, but from the greyish look on Ed's face and his single one word answers, he could tell it was serious. Hanging up, Ed looked over at her and said "Honey, I have to go meet with Father Aviles for a bit, but I will be right back."
"Ed, what is it? At this hour, can't it wait until we meet him."
"I am afraid not dear, he insists it is quite serious and that I have to meet him right away. Very mysterious I have to say, he says he will explain more when I get there."
"Yes, well, be careful on the way to the Basilica."
"That is the weird part, he wants to meet me at Saint Louis Cemetery."
"The CEMETERY!!! I don't like the sound of that Ed. I think I should come with you."
"Absolutely not Lorraine. You are going to stay right here, and you are going to keep that Glock handy."
"Ed" Lorraine said gently, knowing better to argue with her husband when he got into the zone. "What is it. You have been as nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs for days. I am your wife and you need to be straight with me. What exactly are you that worried about."
Sitting down, he stared deeply into her eyes. "I will handle it Lorraine, but, I want you to promise me that when I go out, you will not open this door for anyone. Not a neighbor, not a priest, no one!"
Startled by the intensity of his stare, Lorraine nodded and kissed him goodbye. As she closed the door behind him she called out "I will wait up for you. Please call me if there is trouble."
"I will be alright, but remember, NO ONE GETS IN!"
Down in the quarter, a police car pulled up to Captain Tony's apartment building. The lights were not flashing and the cops in the car were finishing their coffee before they went in.
"Can you believe this guy would just leave his car out in the swamp and not even have it towed?"
"Crazy, I mean that was a sweet ride. God knows if it had been mine I would have still been kneeling beside it weeping."
Laughing, Samuel, the older and fatter of the two got out of the squad car. "Yeah, but you are or course a crier."
"Not like your wife who cries every night you come home." Patrick, the polar opposite of Samuel, joked back as he joined his partner on the sidewalk. Where Samuel was old, white and fat, definitely living up to the stereotype of a donut loving peace officer, Patrick was young, thin and black. They had only been partners for a few months, and already they liked each other very much. Samuel was a mentor to young Patrick and always worked to keep them both safe. This was their last stop of the night and it had been uneventful. Some nights it was quite action packed, but mostly, their routine consisted of dealing with drunken frat boys vomiting on Bourbon Street, or ticketing double parked cars. This call was even lower stress than normal, following up on an abandoned car. Tony's vehicle had been easy to trace and a quick call to the DMV had his address on their radar.
"Well, let's get this over with. What do you say, I bet this was a DUI and the guy freaked and took a cab home." Patrick said as he and his partner started walking up to the apartment building. The area where they were was one of the nicer areas of the French Quarter and surprisingly quiet. There were a few bars sprinkled around, but mostly the block was made up of small apartment buildings.
"You are probably right. We both have seen this movie before. Pretty smart though, the fine for leaving your car abandoned out in the swamp is a lot less expensive than a DUI." Samuel said as he waddled down the sidewalk.
"Nah, my bet is a drug deal gone bad and the guy had to leave suddenly. Did you not look at the sheet on this guy."
