*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
Chapter 1
George 'Papillion' Papil looked out his kitchen window in shock as three police cruisers crowded onto the lawn of the rental house next door.
He slipped on his bathrobe and stepped out onto his small porch just in time to see Bubba Watson, a big burly man of thirty seven, struggling mightily against the two Bender Louisiana police officers that were attempting to put him into the rear of one of the cruisers. George looked back as he heard Harmony Kohl, the oldest daughter of Jack and Donna Kohl screaming obscenities at officers. That is what had caused George to look out the window; the shrill screaming.
"Mother fuckers! Get your fucking hands off me!" the twenty one year old screamed again and tried to kick Sergeant Elise Richards.
George could not help but feel his cock stir as the girl, still in only short tee shirt and skimpy panties, was handcuffed and dragged out to a second cruiser. The blonde girl's quite large breasts strained against the thin material of the tee shirt and George was sure he could see her nipples through the thin material.
Donna was sobbing as she was led to the third cruiser. George looked at the house again and wondered where the other two girls, Unity and Serenity, or Jack were.
George turned and watched as The Medical Examiner's van pulled up. The Medical Examiner of St. Elizabeth Parish, a very large man in his early fifties, got out of the van and waddled up to the door just as Officer Becky Yuma gently but firmly led Unity, Harmony's fraternal twin sister out to the cruiser that held the wailing Donna.
"First bedroom on the left," George heard Sergeant Richards tell the morbidly obese M.E.
George knew that the first bedroom on the left was Jack and Donna Kohl's bedroom; he'd helped Jack put together the cheap waterbed Jack had proudly bought from Johnson's Furniture and Appliances. He and Jack had grunted, sweated, and cursed as they tried to make heads or tails out of the poorly written directions, all with the thirty six year old Donna making inane suggestions and pointless comments from the doorway, ever-present can of beer clutched in her hand.
"First bedroom on right; not sure but looks like some blood and semen on the bed," he heard as the nearly four hundred pound M.E. groaned and lumbered his immense bulk into the darkened recesses of the house.
The first bedroom on the right, he was sure, was Serenity's bedroom. Harmony and Unity, although not identical twins did share their own bedroom which George knew, was the largest bedroom in the rental house.
"I didn't do nothing!" Donna screamed as Unity was put into the rear of the cruiser.
Bubba was still struggling, screaming obscenities and kicking at the door of the cruiser he was in. George wanted to walk over and taunt the buffoon; he had not liked Bubba the moment the man had moved into the rental house down the street. Donna, however, did seem to like the man and the man was a frequent visitor to the Kohl house. Even when Jack was at work.
George again looked at the house and wondered where Jack and Serenity were as one by one, the police cruisers pulled away from the house.
An hour later, he was rinsing his breakfast dishes off as he watched the M.E. and an assistant putting items into the rear of the van. Then the van rolled away and again the modest neighborhood was quiet.
George was returning from his weekly grocery shopping trip and had to wait for the Performance 12 News van to move away from his driveway so that he could pull in.
"Excuse me, sir," Chelsea Guidry, a very attractive reporter with large blue eyes, long brown hair and shy smile asked.
"Yes?" George smiled; Chelsea was one of his favorite reporters on Channel 12; he liked her even more than he liked Vee Aucoin, the Performance 12 Meteorologist. Although, he did like the very short skirts and low cut tops that the weather girl wore.
"Did you know the Kohls; your next-door neighbors?" Chelsea asked, microphone in her hand.
"Sure; they moved in about four or five years, no, it was about four years...yeah, had to be four years," George agreed. "Serenity, that was the youngest, the brown haired one, she had her fourteenth birthday about two weeks after they moved in. Sweetest little girl I swear. Came over and invited me to her birthday party. Went to every one of them since then and she just had her eighteenth last week."
Chelsea launched into a series of questions and from her questions, George deduced that something had happened to Jack Kohl and Serenity was missing
"What can you tell me about Joseph Watson?" Chelsea asked, pointing toward the house that Bubba had been renting.
"Bubba?" George asked, enjoying the way Chelsea's large blue eyes stared into his, as if they had a connection between them. "Biggest horse's ass I've ever met."
"What do you mean?" Chelsea asked, leaning close to him.
"Moves in about six seven months ago, he and Donna used to be neighbors or something years ago, immediately starts telling us how he was some kind of football player, like any of us care," George smirked. "He's over at Jack's barbecue; see, Jack thinks he knows how to barbecue and he's telling us all about how he was almost drafted by the Dallas Cowboys and Jack just says 'wow Bubba, that's great Bubba and if a frog had wings it wouldn't bump its ass when it hops Bubba' and you could tell that really pissed Bubba off."
Chelsea laughed a musical little titter and George fell even more under her hypnotic spell.
She asked a few more questions about the Kohl family, about the girls.
"Yeah, Harmony and Unity, the twins; they're twins even though they don't look alike, other than they both have blonde hair and blue eyes but then again both Donna and Jack have blonde hair and blue eyes, makes me wonder where Serenity gets her brown hair and brown eyes?" George told her. "But they both dropped out of school the minute they hit sixteen; man! You could tell that really pissed Jack off; see, he's busting his ass at Siegel Recycling, barely scraping by and them girls just laying around. Course, Donna's all like 'whatever my babies want.' Serenity? She just graduated couple of months ago; said she's going to U.L.D. in August; Jack's real proud of her."
George told Chelsea about being in the US Army, learning the skills of a plumber, pointing to his work van that had 'Papillion Plumbing' emblazoned on the side along with a large purple butterfly.
"And that's a wrap," Chelsea finally said to her crew, and then rested a hand on George's arm, thanking him for his help.
Chapter 2
The business telephone was ringing when George let himself into the small house. He ignored it, letting it go to the machine.
His ears perked up when he heard a metallic voice asking if he would accept the charges for a collect call. Most of his customers would not place a collect call.
Before the machine hung up, George pressed the number '5' as the machine instructed him to do.
"Hello?" he heard Donna's frantic voice.
"Hey Donna, what's up?" he asked.
"George? Oh, thank God!" Donna said.
George had never liked the shrill woman; tolerating her only for the sake of Jack and their daughter Serenity.
"Listen, George," Donna was rambling. "They got us in here; they think me and Bubba killed Jack and..."
"What?" George exclaimed.
"I swear, we ain't had nothing do with no murder," Donna said into the phone.
"Absolutely not!" George declared when Donna finally got around to asking if he'd put up the bail for her at her arraignment.
He did, however, agree to Pick up Harmony and Unity and bring them back to their house.
"They're both twenty one fucking years old," George muttered to himself as he got back into his car to drive to the Bender, Louisiana Police Department. They can't just call themselves a cab?"
Harmony was now clad in a bulky orange 'Bender P.D.' jumpsuit; Unity was still in her shorts and tee shirt. Unity looked terrified while Harmony looked extremely pissed, scowling at everything and everyone.
"Might just want to hang on to that, Sergeant Elise Richards said as Harmony began to unzip the jumpsuit. "Got a feeling you'll be back."
"Fuck you," Harmony snarled at the police officer.
She yelped in surprise when George gave her a very sharp slap to her rear end.
"That is no way to talk to a police officer," he barked at the girl. "Now you tell her you're sorry."
"Kiss my fucking..." Harmony shrilled at him.
"Bye," he said, turning to leave. "Y'all have fun sleeping here tonight."
"Please, Mr. Papillion," Unity begged, grabbing for him. "Mony, tell her you're sorry!"
"I'm sorry," Harmony said in a voice that let everyone know she was not sorry.
"And me," George said, smirking at the sullen girl.
"Sorry for what?" she asked.
