The story involves themes of Incest, BDSM, Dominance/submission and bisexuality and homo-erotica. If any of that offends you, just move on to the next story. All character is 18+ years of age. And this is a work of fiction. This story picks up where Chapter 23 left off. Thanks to John and Jake for their help with suggestions, editing and proofreading. Comments, Favorites, and Ratings are very much appreciated. Suggestions are often worked into future chapters.
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My father got into my car. We had just left the Police Station. He had called me from there, asking me to come give him a ride. When I got there, Dad wouldn't say why he was at the Police Station, or why he needed a ride. He just kept saying, "We can talk about this when we get into the car. So here we were in the car. I was looking at Dad, waiting for an explanation.
Dad said, "Start the car and drive."
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Out of the parking lot, for now," Dad said. So I started the car and pulled out of the lot. "Now, make a right, and go all the way around the block."
"I don't get it, Dad."
"Just do it, Bobby." So, I drove slowly around the block. Dad was looking out of the back window. When we got back to the parking lot, Dad said, "Now just drive straight for at least a half mile."
"Dad, what's going on? Why won't you talk to me? Why were you at the Police Station?"
Dad looked forward out the front window. He was expressionless. He said, "I think I killed a man tonight." I slammed on the brakes. "No. No. No! Bobby, just drive. Don't draw attention to us."
"Who do you THINK you killed, Dad?" I asked, trying to keep a calm tone to my voice. I wasn't successful.
"Bill Stockton, Nancy Stockton's husband. He's not dead yet. But I think he will be in the next ten days, maybe two weeks."
"What! Did you poison him, Dad?" I was having trouble focusing on the road and my driving.
"No, Bobby. We were in a fight. I hit him under the chin. I helped sit him down on his coffee table. It broke. And then, after he said that he was going to kill me and Nancy. I hit him in the ribs. And I think I probably killed him. At least, I was trying to kill him. But, I've never killed anyone before, so I can't be positive. But it felt like he started dying. I just hope they keep him in jail until he's dead."
I was deeply and desperately confused. "Dad? Where am I driving?"
"I'm sorry. Take a left and go down to Lancet Avenue, then double back with another left."
"Why?"
"I have to make sure we aren't being followed. And I didn't want to mention killing Bill Stockton in the Police Station for obvious reasons."
"But you said he's not dead yet." I was very confused.
"No. He probably just feels a bit heavier than usual by now," Dad said.
"And that's going to kill him."
"In just a few days. Maybe two weeks on the outside."
"How?" I asked.
"Dim Mak. The Death Touch. It's a Martial Arts technique. I've been studying the principles of it for about fifteen years. I've learned a few key strike points. But it's not so much about where you strike, but the intention you maintain as you are striking. It's a Chi Attack. True Masters can do it from a distance."
I turned on Lancet Avenue. "Is this something you learned in Aikido Classes, Dad?" I asked.
"No. It's not Aikido. It's a darker, more secret martial art. But I made contacts with a man through my Sensei. He was a meditation Master, and became my Sifu. He tried to lead me in the Way of Chi Gung, a Golden Path. I am a good student. And I had guessed at many of the fundamentals. So, eventually, this Master mentored me toward a method for massaging and healing Chi, and then some ways to block Chi attacks in a fight. Finally, I believe he knew he was dying, and he wanted to pass on his knowledge to a worthy student. I don't think I'm worthy. But he eventually taught me the key elements of Dim Mak, of bending and tearing Chi, and using my own Chi to form the basis of an attack."
"The Death Touch." I said.
"The Death Touch," Dad sighed. "I twisted Bill Stockton's Chi. I doubled it back and ripped it open. I tore a hole in his life force."
"I don't believe you, Dad." I doubled back on East Riverside. The sun was just going down across the river.