Why did I tip the guy who cleaned my car one hundred dollars? Let's go back a year. I was getting into my car after work when two guys in ski masks gave me a beating. When they were done, well let's put it this way, my hospital chart looked like a who's who of injuries.
In short order I lost my job and my girl while I recovered. The police questioned me about what happened. They took some prints off my car but could not match them with anyone in their system. The thing that really disturbed me was that my supervisor: Joan, who I had thought of as a friend, never called me in all the months I was out. She didn't even invite me to her wedding to that knucklehead boyfriend of hers.
The one saving grace of this period of my life was Susan. She was the sergeant who was investigating my case. Blond and a bit muscular I thought at first that she was a lesbian, until the night she came over and I wound up in bed watching her big tight ass pound down on my cock while she held onto the headboard. She slammed down onto me so hard the bed broke. After asking if I was okay she kept going until we both came.
A few months later when the case was declared closed, or at least inactive, she unofficially moved in with me. After getting back my wallet I came home and told her all my questions had been answered. She sat down at the table, her professional instincts taking over as she asked me to tell her everything in detail.
She knew I had not been able to drive for months and my car looked like shit, literally, my neighbor who had driven it home from the crime scene could not get it into the garage. Parked under the trees in my driveway birds had decorated it for months on end.
When I picked it up from the detailing center the man who had been cleaned it limped over to me and said, "Mister I found this on the side of the seat. Here!" It did not look like my wallet, but who knows? My memory had not been the same since the beating. When I opened it though everything came together. Laughing I gave the man all the money in it, a hundred dollars. Had there been a thousand I would have gladly given it to him and not even blinked.
I told Susan whose wallet it was. She got on the phone and made some calls to a few friends in the department who she could trust to keep their mouths shut. Then we started to plan what to do next. She told me the name of a good private detective who went and got a statement from the man who handed me the wallet telling me she had to stay out of this, for now.
A week later I called Joan and told her that I had something that I found in my car that belonged to her brother-in- law and that she, and his wife should come over as soon as possible to pick it up, or I would send it over to the police and they could talk to him about it. I chuckled as I hung up the phone.
Joan and Traci, did not get along well at all. Years ago Traci had had an affair with Joan's husband to be, before later "settling" on his brother. That affair had led to Joan breaking up with her fiancé for a while, and of course she leaned on me for support the whole time.
They were also physical opposites. Joan was in her mid-forties, tall, slightly on the heavy side with a nice smile and an even nicer set of tits. She reminded everyone of the typical hot housewife. Traci on the other hand was in her late twenties. She was short and looked like she could still pass for a teenager. What made her the ultimate fuck fantasy though were her tits. She had a set of 36Cs that on her small five foot one inch frame looked like a pair of forties and then some.
They arrived together and I showed them into my living room, having them sit across from me on the same couch, Susan was in the other room taping everything, and with good reason.
Joan knew something was coming but tried to act like nothing was wrong. Traci was worried also, but liked to see Joan squirm even more. I almost lost it when Joan asked how was I doing.
"How nice of you to ask that almost a year after the incident. I guess my invite for your wedding got lost in the mail? Huh?" she looked down at the floor.
"Since you asked, the cops found some prints on my car and the tire iron the creeps used on me but they could not match the prints. A shame huh? Until this was found in my car. Must have fallen out when they were knocking out my teeth or slamming the car door on my hand!" I smiled at them with my reconstructed mouth.
I handed them each an envelope. In it were copies of the contents of the wallet. Most noticeable was Traci's husband's driver's license and most damming was a note with the location of the parking lot I parked my car at including the time I would be there and my license plate. I let them digest it all before going on.
"And look here is a police report saying that they had lost the wallet the day after in a mall fifty miles from where I had been beaten. Bet that is enough to get a copy of his prints? And I am sure he would take, oh, about five seconds to roll over on the other dummy." I let them digest it for a moment before going on.
"Now the way I look at it they will both wind up going to jail as they sell each other out, and who knows they might throw you two into the mix. You know they might not see the kids until they are ready to retire themselves?"
Tears started to well up in Joan's eyes. "I'm sorry. I should not have done what I did. Using you to get him jealous. I didn't think he would do what he did. Not in a million years."
Wasn't that a kick in the head? I was trying to help her especially during that time when her old man stepped out on her and I got a beating for my troubles, and in the end she got him. Even Jim won in that he got a piece of Traci's ass and still wound up with Joan in the end. "You knew? Well I guess you will go to jail with him huh? I'm sure Traci will sell you out to protect her husband. Right Traci?"
"You bitch! It's all about you! You had to get your husband jealous and involve my husband? Great!"
