Lonely Desire

Lonely Desire

Cherry Springs, 1979

It was Summer, and the street was full of kids running around playing, and adults sitting on porches talking to friends and neighbors. They all looked up as the police car rolled slowly down the block, and went on with their activities as it continued.

The car stopped in front of a simple one-story craftsman house with a red-brick exterior and black-tiled roof. Officer Phil Danbury of the Cherry Springs PD checked the address on the mailbox against the one written in his notepad, and seeing that they matched, got out of his cruiser.

Even under normal circumstances, Danbury would be noticeable, standing six feet tall with broad shoulders and dark-brown skin. The shoulder holster that he wore on duty made sure that he stood out in a crowd.

Danbury made sure his weapon was secure before walking up the pathway to the house. He stepped up onto the porch and rang the doorbell. Through the closed door, he could hear the sounds of music in the house. After a few moments with no answer, he pushed the doorbell again.

"I'm coming! Hold on!" Officer Danbury saw the silhouette of a person through the door window before it was opened. Standing in front of him was a woman of about average height. Her hips were squeezed into a pair of black capri pants, and her ample bosom was on display in the pink blouse she was wearing, the upper buttons undone. From inside the house, the voice of Teena Marie could be heard belting out a song.

"Are you Ms. Charlotte Bellini?"

"Yeah, I am," the woman responded, a cigarette in her fingers and frustration evident in her hazel eyes. She took a moment to take in who was standing in front of her. "Oh, fuck, what happened now?"

"We picked up your son, Daniel, earlier today. One of our officers caught him and a couple of his friends smoking marijuana behind the old abandoned Batista Hotel."

"Goddamit!" Charlotte exclaimed. She took a pull on her cigarette and turned her face away from the officer before blowing the smoke out. "I warned hm to stay away from those fucking trouble makers."

"Well, it looks like he didn't heed your warning, and now we have him down at juvie. I've been sent to bring you down there so you can see him."

"Shit. Okay. Give me a minute to get my shoes on," Charlotte said. She backed away from the door and gestured for Danbury to come in before padding barefoot across the carpeted room. She stopped in front of the stereo and turned it off before going down the hallway to her bedroom. She appeared a couple of minutes later with a pair of black peep-toe kitten heels on her feet and a white purse over her shoulder.

"Okay, Officer..."

"Danbury. Officer Danbury, ma'am."

"Okay, Officer Danbury. I'm ready to go and see my damn son."

The two of them walked out of the house and made their way to the parked police car. "Do you mind?" Charlotte asked, holding a cigarette in her fingers.

"No, go ahead," Danbury answered, starting the car.

Charlotte lit the cigarette and cranked the window open. The two of them rode in silence. Danbury had enough experience in these situations to know that trying to engage a parent in small talk when they were on their way to see a child locked up in juvenile detention often just made them more annoyed.

Twenty minutes and two cigarettes later, they arrived at the detention center. Danbury parked in a spot close to the entrance and escorted Charlotte into the building.

"Hey Danbury," the officer at the front desk greeted him.

"How's it going, Pearce? How's the family?"

"Kids are driving me insane, and my wife loves spending my money. So, you know, the usual," Officer Pearce said with a hearty laugh. "What brings you here?" he asked, tilting his head to peer at Charlotte.

"This is Ms. Bellini. We picked up her son Daniel this afternoon, and she's here to see him."

Pearce's eyes scanned the logbook in front of him. "Bellini. Bellini. Ah, here we go, Daniel Bellini, age seventeen. Brought in this afternoon on a possession charge. Danbury, take Ms. Bellini to Room 9, and I'll have him brought down."

Officer Danbury led the woman to the appropriate room and waited in the room with her until there was a knock on the door. He opened it, and another officer led Daniel Bellini into the room.

"I'll be outside when you're done," Danbury said to Charlotte before exiting the room. The officer who escorted Daniel posted himself right outside the door.

About ten minutes later, Phil was leaning against the front desk, talking to Pearce, when Charlotte walked down the hall towards the front door. Danbury cut his conversation with Pearce short before approaching the woman.

"How did it go? Is he okay?"

"You mean besides being locked up in juvie because he decided to be a dumbass?" Charlotte answered, visibly annoyed.

"Okay, I guess that was the wrong question to ask," Danbury said, walking with Charlotte to the exit. "Do you need a ride back home?"

Charlotte looked at Officer Danbury as if she was going to give him another angry response, but she stopped herself. "That would be nice," she said. "It would save me having to call a friend or a cab."

The two of them walked back out to the police car and settled in for the ride back to Charlotte's home.

"I'm sorry about giving you attitude earlier," Charlotte finally said, exhaling the smoke of another cigarette.

"It's okay, it's not your fault. I know how stressful things like this can be for a parent. I see it all the time."

"I just don't understand why he has to be so damn hard-headed."

"Boys can be like that. We always have to test our boundaries, especially at that age."

"But why can't it involve girls? Why something that gets him arrested?"

Phil Danbury shrugged in response. "While you were in the room with him, I made a phone call. I know the judge who's assigned to his case. If you want, I can take you to see him Monday morning before court."

"Really? You'd do that for me?"

"I don't wanna see a kid like that fall through the cracks," Danbury answered.

"You know what's fucked up? I work nights at the hospital just to provide for my son, and he goes and does some shit like this."

"He's not so far gone that he can't be put back on the right track," Phil said.

"I just need to keep him out of jail."

"We'll work on that when I take you to see Judge Parker on Monday."

At this point, they arrived back at the Bellini home. Charlotte opened the door and stepped out of the car. "Thank you again for the ride, and for listening to me rant."

"It's okay," Phil said, smiling at the single mother. "I'm just trying to help give the kid a second chance."

"I really appreciate it." A look came over Charlotte's face, as if she wanted to say something else, but wasn't sure.

"I'll see you Monday morning," Phil said, saving her from the awkward pause.

"Yeah, see you on Monday, Officer Danbury." Charlotte closed the car door, and Phil watched as she made her way up the walkway to her house. Charlotte looked back, and Phil waved at her, hoping she didn't see him watching her ass sway as she walked. She returned the wave, and Phil drove off.

Monday morning found Officer Danbury pulling up to the Bellini house at the appointed time. He had called Charlotte the day before to establish what time would be good for her. He remembered that she worked nights and wanted to make sure she wouldn't be sleeping or anything. He saw he didn't need to worry when he parked the car and saw Charlotte sitting on the porch, smoking a cigarette. She waved to him and stood up, letting the cigarette dangle from her lips as she slid her purse over her shoulder. This time, Charlotte was wearing a sky-blue pleated skirt that came down to her knees, a black button-down blouse, and silver heels. Phil felt a rush of excitement as Charlotte walked towards the car. He tamped it down, hoping it wasn't obvious on his face as Charlotte reached for the car door.

"Good morning, Officer Danbury," she said, settling into the passenger seat."

"Good morning," he responded.

"Thanks again for doing this," Charlotte said as Phil pulled off.

"It's no problem, really. Just trying to do my job." The two of them rode the rest of the way in silence. Charlotte rolled down the window and finished smoking her cigarette. She was trying not to let her nervousness overwhelm her.

They arrived at the courthouse, and the two of them walked in together. They stopped at the front desk, and Danbury introduced them to the clerk. "Officer Phil Danbury, and I'm here to escort Ms. Charlotte Bellini to a meeting with Judge Truman."

The clerk looked in her book and found their names. "Okay, you can go up. Room 322 on the third floor," she said, pointing to the elevators.

Danbury noticed Charlotte's nervous shuffling as they waited for the elevator. "It'll be okay," he said, gently grabbing her hand. "This will all work out." Charlotte just gave him a nervous smile in response, and didn't pull her hand away until the doors opened and they stepped into the elevator.

Their footfalls echoed down the hallway as they walked towards the judge's office. Danbury knocked on the door and waited until he heard a voice say, "Enter." The two of them walked into the room. Behind a dark oak desk sat Judge Truman, a White man in his mid-50s with salt-and-pepper hair and ruddy skin. A smaller desk was in the corner, where Judge Truman's clerk sat, with a typewriter and notepad on her desk. On the wall behind the judge was a bookcase full of law books.

"Good morning, Judge Truman," Danbury said, standing in front of the judge's desk. "I'm Officer Phil Danbury, and this is Ms. Charlotte Bellini, the mother of Daniel Bellini."

"Ah, yes, the marijuana possession case," Judge Truman answered. "Please, take a seat," he said, gesturing to the chairs in front of his desk. Phil and Charlotte sat down as Judge Truman's clerk brought a file folder over to him.

They sat in silence as the judge looked over the file for a couple of minutes. When he was done, he looked up and began asking Charlotte questions. They were mostly about Daniel's upbringing and any problems he had before. Judge Truman also asked about Charlotte's job and what she did.

"Look, Ms. Bellini, here's how it is," Judge Truman said, standing up and coming around the desk. He stood in front of Charlotte and Phil, leaning back against the edge of his desk. "This is your son's first offense, and he

is

a minor. However, I can't be seen as being too lenient on drug offenses."

"I understand, Judge. I really want to help my son out. Is there anything I can do?" Charlotte asked, leaning forward, giving the judge a good view of her ample cleavage in the blouse.

Judge Truman paused as he looked down her blouse. His cock became semi-erect in his pants and gave an imperceptible twitch. "I'm always up for a negotiation," he finally said.

Charlotte looked at Phil, who was watching what was happening, and the clerk, who was jotting things down in her notepad. Charlotte then reached up and lightly touched Judge Truman's crotch. "What kind of negotiation did you have in mind?"

Judge Truman unzipped his pants and gave Charlotte a nod. With no hesitation, she reached in and fished his manhood out. Ignoring the fact that there were two other people in the room, one sitting right next to her, she stuck her tongue out and playfully licked the tip of Judge Truman's pink cock head. She could already taste the judge's precum.

Without even looking up at the judge, Charlotte opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the judge's shaft. Truman's manhood was an average size, so she pushed her head forward more, relaxing her jaw until she felt the tip of his organ reaching the back of her throat.

"Good God, woman!" Judge Truman exclaimed, not ready for the feeling of his member being engulfed with such enthusiasm. Sitting next to Charlotte, Phil could do nothing but watch as a little bit of saliva escaped from her lips and dripped down the older man's balls.

Pulling back a little, Charlotte expertly took in a breath as she continued sucking and licking the manhood in her mouth. With his hands behind him on the desk, Judge Truman could do nothing but close his eyes and enjoy the feeling of Charlotte's warm mouth on his cock. He could feel her tongue licking up and down his length, and the suction she applied every time she pulled back a little.

Taking a deep breath and holding it, Charlotte once again pushed forward, deep-throating Truman. "Fuck!" he murmured, his knees buckling a little. Charlotte knew she had the judge in her spell, and moved her head with more energy. The only sounds in the room were the judge's soft moans of pleasure and the gagging noises coming from Charlotte as she worked on the cock in her mouth. When she pulled back again, the judge's shaft was completely covered in her spit.

Sensing that the man standing in front of her was close, Charlotte applied more suction and started humming. Judge Truman felt like his whole body was vibrating, starting from his dick and radiating out.

"Oh my god. Oh my god. Hhhhnnnnnnhhh," the judge grunted, blasting a stream of hot semen into Charlotte's mouth. Without stopping, the concerned mother kept her lips wrapped around Truman's member, not letting a drop of his cum escape. When she felt his cock starting to soften a little, she pulled her head back, giving his tip a final lick. Reaching into her purse, Charlotte pulled out a tissue and used it to wipe the corners of her mouth.

"Well, Ms. Bellini," Judge Truman said as he began tucking his cock back into his pants, "I do believe I can find a little wiggle room to give your son a more amenable sentence."

"I would greatly appreciate that, Judge Truman," she replied, the tissue balled up in her hand.

The judge walked back around his desk and sat down, looking over the file again. Since this is young Daniel's first offense, I think I would be okay with him being on probation until he turns eighteen in a few months."

"Probation? So he won't have to be locked up?"

"No, he won't, so long as he continues to stay out of trouble." Judge Truman looked over to Phil. "Officer Danbury, since you were the one who brought her to the detention center, and also here to this meeting, would you be open to acting as Daniel's probation officer?"

Phil looked from Judge Truman to Charlotte. He could see the concern in her eyes, her silent plea for continued help evident to him. "Yes, Judge Truman, I would be okay with that."

"Good man, good man," the judge responded, writing notes in the file. "Well, with that done, that's pretty much it, Ms. Bellini. If you and Officer Danbury would be willing to wait downstairs, I'll have my clerk draw up the papers for you to sign, and we'll work on keeping young Mr. Bellini on the straight-and-narrow."

"Yes, Judge Truman. Thank you so much for everything," Charlotte said, a tear forming in her eye.

"I can see how much you care for your son," Truman responded, looking at the woman. "Boys need caring mothers like you." A smile appeared on the older man's face.

The meeting wrapped up a couple of minutes later. Charlotte and Phil sat in the lobby in silence. Charlotte was afraid to bring up what she did in the office, not wanting to see any judgmental looks that Officer Danbury might give her. Phil allowed her to sit with her thoughts. After the papers were signed, the two of them climbed back into Danbury's car, and he drove back to Charlotte's house.

"Thank you again for what you've done for me and my son," Charlotte said as the car parked in front of her house.

"I'm just trying to do the right thing," Phil answered.

"Is there anything I can do to repay you?"

Phil's heart raced at Charlotte's question. He thought for a second and realized that he didn't want Charlotte to think that he was willing to take advantage of her situation like Judge Truman.

"That's okay, Charlotte," he finally said, making sure to not address her by her last name and sounding formal. "Like I said before, I don't want to see him fall through the cracks."

"Well, hopefully he won't," she said, opening the car door. "I guess I'll be seeing you soon."

"Yeah, when I drop by to check in on Daniel," Phil said.

"Have a good day, Officer Danbury."

"Go get some rest, Charlotte," he said, before she closed the car door. Phil watched again as the woman walked up to her house, and when she looked back at him, he didn't try to hide the fact that he was watching her. Charlotte turned back towards the house, not sure how to feel.

A couple of days later, Charlotte was walking down the hall of the hospital, ready to leave from her overnight shift, when she saw Officer Danbury leaning against the reception desk, chatting with the receptionist.

"Hey, Officer Danbury. What are you doing here? Official business?"

"Louise here is my neighbor, and she told me you get off at five. So I was hoping it would be okay with you if I gave you a ride home."

Charlotte, surprised by this revelation, looked at Louise, who gave her a wink and a smile. "Uh, sure, that would be great," she answered. "That saves me cab fare."'

"See you later, Louise," Phil said, getting ready to walk with Charlotte.

"Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow, Louise," Charlotte added, throwing her friend a quick look.

"See y'all later!" Louise called after them in a sing-song tone.

Charlotte and Phil rode in silence for a while, until Charlotte turned to the man driving her. "So what made you decide to pick me up from work?"

"Well," Phil started, clearly a little flustered by the question, "I figured it wouldn't hurt to be a gentleman and try to make things a little easier for you while also making sure your son stays out of trouble."

"Yeah, but why?" Charlotte pushed. "Why be nice to me? Why not just drop by and check on Danny like most officers would?"

"Because I'm not like most officers. I can sympathize with the plight of a single mother. I was a teen when my dad died in 'Nam, so my mom had to raise me and my sister by herself."

"I'm sorry about your father," Charlotte answered solemnly.

"Thank you," Danbury said.

They pulled up to the Bellini house a few minutes later. "Are you about to go on shift? Is it okay if I invite you in for a drink to thank you for the ride?"

"Actually, I had my hours changed. I started working overnights yesterday."

"Oh, so you're definitely coming in for a drink. And I'm not taking 'no' for an answer," Charlotte demanded.

"I guess I can't argue with that," Danbury replied, a smirk on his face.

"Damn right you can't." Charlotte opened the car door and stepped out. Phil made sure the car was secured before following the woman up the walk and into the house.

"Take off your shoes and get comfy," Charlotte said when they entered the house. "I'm gonna change out of these scrubs and make us a couple of drinks."

Phil took off his shoes and undid his holster, laying it gently on the side table next to the couch as he sat down. He looked around the living room, glancing at the various pictures on the walls of Charlotte, Daniel, and a man who had to be Charlotte's husband. Next to the stereo was a shelf full of vinyl records and cassette tapes.

As Danbury was looking around, Charlotte entered the room. She was barefoot, wearing a purple satin robe that came down to her hips, and a pair of matching purple shorts that were almost fully covered by the robe. Charlotte's brunette hair fell down her back. Giving Phil a smile, she walked over to the liquor cabinet and pulled open the door. "I hope you don't mind a little whiskey," she said, pulling out the sliding tray and setting two glasses on it.

"I'm fine with whatever," Danbury responded.