Back To The Future

Bobby sighed. He was bored. Working as a security consultant and PI just wasn't doing it for him. It was paying well enough. He'd cleared his debts. He had time to pursue his interests - he'd even managed to attend a seminar on profiling in his spare time, to keep his skills honed. But what was the point of these skills if he had no opportunity to use them?

He'd been the star student at the seminar, and the lecturer had taken a shine to him. She was in town from Quantico, and they'd enjoyed a long weekend of mutual gratification before she'd had to go back. They'd stayed in touch, and had plans to meet up for romantic weekends every month or two. So far they'd managed three hook-ups in four months, and it felt pretty serious. Jane was a petite brunette of 38, curvy, feisty and fiercely intelligent. Bobby was tempted to follow her back to Quantico to try for a profiling job with the FBI. Jane was toying with the idea of moving to New York to set up a profiling course at NYU. One way or another he was sure they'd end up together.

As he left the premises of a large jewellery manufacturer, whose staff he had been vetting, Bobby's phone rang.

"Goren."

"Eames."

"Hi ALex. How are things?"

Though they hadn't met up more than a handful of times since leaving MCS eight months earlier, Bobby and Alex kept in constant touch.

"Haven't you heard?" asked Alex.

"Heard what? No, don't tell me. They need you back in Major Case."

"Bobby Goren, how on earth do you know that?" Alex sounded exasperated.

"What?" Bobby almost yelled. "Are you serious?"

"Bobby, it's all over the news. There's a huge corruption scandal breaking through all levels of 1PP - the Commissioner, the Chief of Ds, they've all had to resign, and they've dragged so many people down with them, a whole bunch of squads are running low on juice."

"So they've recalled you, Alex?" Bobby was delighted. Eames was a top cop.

"They have. But I had one condition. They had to reinstate you." She paused. "If you'd like."

(And that's as far as I've got!)

CHAPTER 18-AT LAST

Bobby beat Alex to the bedroom just by a step or two. He stepped over to the bed and whipped back the covers. He turned to face Alex and saw excitement shining in her eyes. He held her at arms length and asked, “Are you sure?” Never blinking she asked him, “Are you?” He pulled her close, “Definitely!” he whispered, enveloping her in those magnificent arms. His kiss was hard. Exploring. He tightened his grip, picked her up and they fell across the bed. They rained kisses on each other, each one more urgent, passionate that the last. Bobby slowly worked his hand under Alex’s blouse leaving goose bumps in his wake. He managed to work it over her head and discard it on the floor. He expertly unfastened her bra with one hand and as he was removing it, he dropped his head and kissed her at the base of her throat, then between her breasts, then to the right, then to the left. Alex was trembling, the anticipation building rapidly. Bobby was fumbling with the button on her jeans. After what seemed like forever, Alex slapped his hand and pushed his had away. Surprised registered on his face. “Jesus Bobby,” she grinned, “I’ve seen your sleight of hand make quarters appear out of kids’ ears.’ She unbuttoned her jeans and Bobby chuckled, “I’m a little out of practice-” She cut him off with a long kiss as he wrestled off her jeans and panties. As he pushed up on his elbow, he caught his breath and eyed her lean, muscular body greedily. He rubbed his hand over her shoulders, down her side to the fullness of her hips. “You are SO beautiful,” he whispered as he ran his fingers, those long, beautiful fingers, across her belly, down her hip and along the inside of her thigh. Alex heard herself moan and felt herself trembling with his every touch that left the heat of burning desire on her skin. He fondled, kissed, nibbled, and tasted until he brought her to the brink more than once.
Never breaking his gaze, Bobby slowly pulled away from her and began to undress. The craziest thing crossed Alex’s mind as he did. She remembered him taunting a suspect with his shoe size. “What was it?” she thought, “Oh yeah, size 13” Bobby turned to crawl in the bed, Alex caught her breath and barely managed an “Ohhh!” He was rock hard and ready. As he pulled her close to him her hands hungrily explored his body. Finally when they could not stand it anymore, he took her. It was long, luxurious, lovemaking filled with the moans and groans of ecstasy. And when their passion rose to a climax, so did they.
Both of them were struggling to get their breathing under control. Bobby had Alex cupped to his side, lightly ribbing her arm; her head rested on his shoulder. After a while, Bobby, mustering all his strength, was able to speak. “Jesus, Alex!” was all he could manage. She kissed him on the jaw just under his ear, “All I can say is WOW!”
A little while later, Alex propped up on her elbow and stared into Bobby’s eyes. He looked at her blankly, “What?” he asked. Alex’s eyebrow shot up. He grinned. “I thought you would never ask,” as he reached for her. Alex pushed his hand away, slithered up his side and whispered in his ear as her hands roamed over his body, her kisses were soft and gentle on his lips, his chest, his bellybutton, downward. Alex sworn she saw Bobby’s eyes roll back in his head and heard him moan, “Oh God!” Round two had begun and it had the makings of putting round one to shame.
They lay in each others arms exhausted. Bobby nuzzled Alex’s neck and she snuggled closer. In a soft voice, Bobby told Alex, “I have known for years that this is the kind of relationship I have wanted with you.” He was waiting for her to say something Anything. The silence was deafening. Finally he propped up on his elbow, looking down on her face, still flushed with excitement, “And I want you to know, I’m not taking this lightly.” She pushed up on her elbow looking
Directly in to his expressive eyes; tears glistened in hers, “Do you think I take this lightly?” He swallowed hard, “No. It’s just-you didn’t say anything, I mean- no, no I don’t.” Alex wiped a tear off her cheek, “Good. Because I could not be any more serious about this relationship. This is the most important relationship in my life and I’m in for the long haul. Bobby leaned in gently stroking her cheek whispered, “I love you Alex Eames.” She smiled at him then mischievously nipped him on the chin. This resulted in a brief tussle resulting in a very naked Bobby pinning down an equally naked Alex. As she squirmed to free herself she could feel Bobby’s body responding. She stopped and whispered to Bobby, “Just hold me. Please.” Bobby slide off wrapped his arms around her; she kissed him at the base of the throat, “I love you Bobby Goren.”
They were cuddled together, breathing in sync as they drifted to sleep. This time there were no dreams. They had found their dreams in each other and in the immortal word of Etta James “AT LAST”.

By Lynn

CHAPTER 17 - AND SO IT BEGINS

Finally, Saturday morning dawned; the past few days had been long for Bobby and Alex. Bobby rose early and went to the market. When he had finished his shopping, he headed home to ready for the evening. He tidied up the apartment and when he finished, he stood back and eyed the results; yes sir, his D.I. would have been proud. His next stop was the kitchen; he measured, marinated, chopped and chilled in preparation. About two hours before Alex was scheduled to arrive, he showered and shaved. True to his word, he dressed down in jeans and a tee.
Meanwhile Alex had been mulling over a very pleasant dream she had last night. She thought about Bobby’s comment on staying in and she had to admit she was a little nervous but a whole lot excited by the thought. She was not sure where the evening would lead but if it took the path she thought it would, she would happily follow. When she started to dress, she remembered Bobby’s directive to dress casual. She smiled and added her own touch-something comfortable and easy to slide on (and off).
Alex arrived right on time. At her knock, Bobby opened the door and gave her a hello peck. “Mmm! Something smells good,” she commented as she followed him to the kitchen. “It’s Ma’s pot roast recipe,” he hesitated, then chuckled, “This was my specialty, Frank never got past spaghetti; both of us learned to cook at an early age.” Alex nodded but her heart ached; Bobby was still suffering intensely from his losses.
About thirty minutes later, they sat down to Chef Goren’s specialty. Bobby anxiously waited for Alex’s first taste. “This is delicious! Absolutely delicious!” A faint blush colored his cheeks as he thanked her. The dinner conversation was relaxed and a bit playful at times. Suddenly things got very quiet. Alex looked at Bobby and saw he was a thousand miles away. “A penny for your thoughts,” she whispered. He looked at her, “I’m sorry, Alex. I was just thinking.” She raised her eyebrow in question. Bobby smiled weakly, “Do you ever feel, uh, do you think I could ever be like Brady?” “Never Bobby; never in a million years,” she whispered. He nodded, “I just wondered, I mean I wanted to know if you ever thought about me and-” his voice trailed off. Alex smiled, “I do think about you.” This time it was Bobby’s turn to raise an eyebrow and her turn to lean in; she kissed his cheek, “However, my thoughts are much more pleasant.” He grinned and stood pulling Alex up with him and guided her to the living room.
Bobby dropped down on the couch pulling Alex down in his lap, “Now, what should we do with the rest of the evening?” Alex grinned mischievously, reached around Bobby and grabbed the TV remote from off the end table, “We could watch a movie,” she said as she clicked on the TV. Bobby looked at her in disbelief just as the evening’s feature was announced-“Household Saints.” Alex exclaimed, “Ohh! I’ve always wanted to see this movie!” Bobby caught the feigned excitement in her voice, “Seen it. Lousy movie. The male lead needed acting lessons,” he poked back. In one smooth move, he removed the remote from her, clicked off the TV, stood and held it high over his head. “No fair!” Alex exclaimed as she made a futile swipe at the remote. Bobby snickered, “All’s fair in love and war.” Alex stopped dead still and eyeing him responded, “War?’ Bobby playfully taunted, “Yeah. War.” He turned to walk away from the couch, “Let’s just put this right up here,” and pointed to the top of a high bookcase. With a loud whoop, Alex launched herself off the couch and landed on Bobby’s broad back. And the tussle began. They landed in the floor where they rolled, tumbled, tickled, grabbed and grappled; both laughing so hard they were gasping for breath. Alex was definitely giving the big man a fine run for his money. Bobby finally landed flat of his back, Alex pinning those magnificent shoulders with her forearms while straddling his hips. Suddenly the tussling stopped. The laughter ceased. Only their labored breathing could be heard. Bobby and Alex stared into each other's eyes. Slowly Alex slid her arms around his neck and kissed him gently on the lips. “Is this more like what you had in mind?” she asked innocently. “Mmm,” Bobby responded while slowly snaking his hand under Alex’s blouse, his other hand on her butt, pressing her to him. She leaned in again and gave him an award winning exploring kiss. When he came up for air, he pushed her back a fraction and managed to gasp, “Bedroom!”

By Lynn.

CHAPTER 16 - TOMORROW

Earlier the next morning, Bobby got a call from Skip requesting him to come in to complete a couple of more forms. They agreed to meet in Skip’s office around 3:00. About mid morning Bobby called Alex but had to leave a message. As time drew close for him to leave he still had not heard from her. But he would try again later. He had completed the paperwork in about forty-five minutes and called again as he left the campus. Still no answer; he thought he would go by her place and make sure everything was okay.

When he stepped up on the porch he heard the familiar theme of Sesame Street; he smiled knowing she had her nephew over. He knocked and the little boy answered the door just as Alex rounded the corner from the kitchen. Bobby stood smiling at the boy and Alex invited him in. “I tried to reach you earlier,” Bobby said. Alex replied, “I went over to pick him up. His mom and dad needed a date night so I volunteered to baby sit.” “Need help?” Bobby queried. Alex raised an eyebrow, “Can you entertain him while I prepare dinner?” He squatted down and introduced himself. The boy studied him intently for a minute then looked at Alex. “Its okay,” Alex told him, “Bobby is a friend of mine.” The boy was smiling when he turned back to Bobby, “Want to play?” As Bobby straighten up the child grabbed his hand and began pulling him toward a mountain of toys. “Good luck,” Alex smiled as she turned toward the kitchen. “Please stay for dinner; there’s plenty,” she threw over her shoulder as she rummaged through the refrigerator.

Alex could hear the boy giggling with glee as he and Bobby raced toy cars with Bobby providing all the sound effects. A few minutes later she realized it had gotten quiet, very quiet. “When kids get quiet-” she thought as she took a peek she saw Bobby’s hulking frame sitting cross legged on the floor, the boy sitting across from him mirroring his form while both working intently on one of the cars. She had to smile.

When she called them to dinner, the child ran to her. She looked around and Bobby was ambling toward the kitchen; behind him toys were scattered across the living room. Alex could not resist the opportunity that was before her, “Bobby Goren, pick up those toys!” He looked at her and blinked. “Now!” she demanded. Looking back, he muttered under his breath, “Jeez!” By the time he was finished Alex had helped the boy wash his hands and he was sitting at the table. When Bobby entered the kitchen the child pointed to a chair next to him and demanded, “Sit here.” Bobby sat and making a face, leaned over to the child and whispered, “I think bossiness runs in your family.” Although he had no clue what it meant, the boy giggled uncontrollably. Alex crossed her arms and stepped over next to Bobby. He raised his eyebrows and looked at her innocently.

After dinner Bobby cleared the table while Alex readied the boy for bed. As soon as he got his pajamas on, he took off to the living room. After Alex tidied up the bathroom, she strolled to the living room to find the boy contently snuggled in Bobby’s lap as he read to him. She curled up next to the boys; watching the little boy’s eyelids grow heavy. In just a few minutes he was sound asleep. Bobby quietly closed the book; he and Alex watched the sleeping child. Finally Bobby asked, “Where is he going to sleep?” “Put him in my bed,” she said. Bobby looked at her, “Oh. Well, okay.” What was it she heard in his voice? Disappointment? Resignation? “His folks will be here in little while to pick him up,” she explained. Bobby cradled the sleeping child gently and carried him to the bedroom and laid him down carefully so as not to wake him. Alex covered him up and kissed him softly on the forehead. When she turned, Bobby was propped against the door facing with his arms across his chest. He smiled at her, “He’s a neat kid, Alex.” She nodded and they returned to the kitchen. They said little as they finished cleaning up. Bobby broke the silence, “Why don’t you come over Saturday evening? If you are game, I’ll cook.” “Sounds good. What can I bring?” Alex responded. He smiled and put his arms around her pulling her close, “Just you,” and he kissed her on the tip of her nose.

They heard a timid knock on the front door. Alex looked at the clock, “His folks are here.” As she gathered the boy’s belongings, Bobby carried the sleeping child to the car and strapped him in. He looked at his watch; it was getting late. He recalled she had told him she had an early day at NYC registering for classes. Mentally he signed deeply. When they returned to the house, he went no further than the door. Alex turned and slid her arms around him as he enveloped her in his. They stood holding each other; Bobby looked down at her, smiled, and kissed her, “Dress down Saturday. We are staying in.” Silently he added, “All night.” He kissed her again and headed to the car. Alex watched him drive away. She was smiling as she locked up and readied herself for the night. She crawled in to bed remembering how Bobby looked in tonight’s domestic scenario. “He is a good man,” she thought as she curled up. The last thought before sleep overtook her was, “I bet he has a king size bed.”

By Lynn.

CHAPTER 15 - GOOD NEWS

Bobby’s cheek was still on fire; Louise had left a very noticeable print. But in spite of the drama that had just transpired, Bobby was excited. As he sat in the car, he hit re-redial and rang up his previous caller, “Yes, this is Robert Goren. I just wanted to let you know my schedule has changed. I am available this afternoon if that is convenient for you.” He listened intently then replied, “Great, I will see you at 1:30. Thank you.” He looked at his watch, 11:30. Since he had time to kill, he decided to go to one of his favorite coffee shops. As he started in, he stopped at a sidewalk newsstand to pick up a morning paper. He ordered his coffee and found a place to hunker down.
He managed to stay put for about an hour then decided to head out. As he drove, he wondered how his name came to their attention; he would soon find out. As he entered the stately old building, a pleasant woman who introduced herself as Val in a very proper English accent greeted him warmly and motioned for him to follow her; they walked down a long corridor then stopped in front of double doors marked Conference Room. She smiled and wished him luck then stepped in the room and announced, “Mr. Goren is here.” Bobby stepped in and faced about a half dozen people seated at a long conference table. A distinguished looking man seated at the head of the table stood and shook Bobby’s hand then introduced his tablemates. He motioned for Bobby to sit. A middle age man, introduced as Skip, broke the silence, “Well Mr. Goren, as I told you earlier, you are being considered for a position here at CUNY.” Bobby smiled, “Please, call me Robert.” Skip nodded and continued, “You are, without a doubt, one of the top profilers in the country and we are prepared to offer you a position as an instructor in Criminal Profiling. That is, if you are interested.” Before Bobby could answer, one of the women interrupted, “Mr. Goren, I think it is only fair to let you know, we are aware of some of your difficulties in your past employment.” The man who had greeted Bobby rolled his eyes, “For God’s sake El, don’t be so dramatic!” Skip shook his head and grinned at Bobby, “I think we are prepared to make the offer to your liking.” Bobby replied, “Then I guess we should talk.” Bobby trotted happily to his car; he had just accepted a dream job. He could not wait to share the good news. He dialed Alex and tried to contain his excitement when she answered, “Alex, do you have any plans for this afternoon?”“No. Why?” Alex inquired. “I need to come by. I, I have something I need to tell you,” Bobby explained. Alex hesitated then asked nervously, “Sure. Is everything okay?” “I will tell you when I get there. See you in about an hour,” he told her. “Bobby. Bobby-” Alex was saying as he hung up. “Damn it!” she muttered.
He pulled in to Alex’s drive and willed himself not to run up the front steps. When he started to knock, she jerked the door open. As he pushed past her, he put on his best game face. “Do I smell coffee? I need some coffee. You’ve got coffee, right?” he asked as he headed to the kitchen. “Bobby, what is it? What do you want to tell me?” Alex asked as she followed. Bobby was having fun with this. “Talk to me Bobby,” Alex begged. He was struggling not to explode with excitement and his voice sounded strained, “Let’s sit down, okay?” Alex’s heart skipped a beat; he had his share of unhappiness, she didn’t think he could handle much more.
Bobby led the way to the couch and they sat. He felt Alex looking at him and he returned her gaze. She swallowed hard, “Bobby?” she whispered. He looked at her, “I have left the center but-” he hesitated, “I have accepted a job as an instructor of Criminal Profiling at CUNY.” Alex looked confused, “What?” Bobby repeated the news with a bright smile. “Get Out!” she exclaimed. Bobby happily reported the happenings of the day. “Bobby that is wonderful news,” she responded and before she gave it a second thought, she grabbed him and planted a kiss squarely on the lips. She glanced at him nervously when she pulled away. He sat quietly staring at her. She dropped her eyes and stared at the floor then felt his hand under her chin as he lifted her head to gaze directly into her eyes. He slowly, gently moved his hand across her cheek to the back of her neck and pulled her toward him as he leaned in, softly kissing her lips. They reluctantly pulled apart; neither said a word. Bobby leaned in and kissed her again. Once. Twice. Long. Lingering. Sweet. When Alex’s eyes fluttered open, she was staring in to those rich chocolate brown eyes. She shuddered involuntarily, her heart pounding, a blush flooding her face. Bobby smiled shyly, “I have wanted to do that for a very long time,” he whispered and rested his forehead on hers. Her only answer was a sharp intake of breath when he gently stroked her cheek. “Bobby,” Alex whispered. He nodded, “I know,” he replied in an equally hushed voiced. They pulled away from each other and sat in silence. It seemed to be an eternity. Bobby took a deep breath and stood and as he stood, he pulled Alex up with him. As he held her, he rested his chin on the top of her head while she rested it against his chest. Alex couldn‘t miss the quickening of his heartbeat as he said, “I should have done this years ago but I couldn’t-with us being partners and all-” he trailed off. Alex hesitated then whispered, “The other night, you told me you were only interested in the present. I, I feel the same.” Minutes passed then they walked to the door hand in hand. Bobby broke the silence, “See you tomorrow.” Alex wondered if it was a question or a demand. They kissed goodnight, both of them wondering what tomorrow may bring.

By Lynn.

CHAPTER 14 - MONDAY, MONDAY

Bobby looked at the clock. 6:30 AM. It was Monday morning. He rolled on to his back and stared at the ceiling. Monday. THE Monday after Louise’s designed encounter. He rubbed his eyes; he had not slept well. His dread growing, he knew the meeting Louise had planned was going to be unpleasant at the very least. Finally, he heaved himself out of bed and padded to the kitchen to start the coffee. As it brewed, he took a quick shower. He pulled on boxers and a tee then returned to the kitchen for his first cup. He sat down on the couch and sipped his coffee and his thoughts returned to the events that was fueling his growing dread. However, at the same time, he had a good chuckle when he thought about how Alex handled Louise. Alex could hold her own, that was one of her endearing qualities. He glanced at the clock and realized he could not stall any longer; he was going to have to get a move on to get to work. He poured another cup and returned to the bedroom to get dressed. When he was ready, he grabbed his briefcase, keys and headed to the car. He was already in a mood, a dark mood.

The commute to work was a nightmare. Construction, stalls, fender benders had travel time down to a crawl. Bobby’s mind kept replaying the encounter. Louise had shown her true colors, her actions speaking louder than words. His mood was darkening by the minute. By the time he reached the center, his sense of dread was practically overwhelming. However he was itching to get this whole thing over with, he just wasn’t sure how it was going to play out. Since he was a little late, the halls of the center were empty as all sessions were already in progress. He entered his office and checked his voice mail. There was only one-from Louise, reminding him that they needed to meet. As if he could forget.

Suddenly his cell phone rang. Bobby checked the caller ID and did not recognize the number. He was about to let it go to voice mail but curiosity prevailed and he answered. The call was a complete surprise. As he listened to the caller, he walked to the window and watched the morning hustle and bustle of the city. He was so engrossed that he did not hear Louise slip in to his office. She took a seat, quietly observing Bobby. His body language spoke volumes. Then she heard him laugh and say, “I look forward to it,” and clicked off. He was staring at the phone and smiling when he turned around. Louise realized he was very happy-no! excited about the call. Bobby still had not realized he was not alone. Louise broke the silence, “Well now, that must have been a happy call. I haven’t seen that bright of smile from you in a while.” Louise never took her eyes off him and she noticed his smile faded when she made her presence known. Bobby pocketed his phone and took his place behind his desk. “I didn’t hear you come in,” he explained. “I don’t imagine you did. You were pretty engrossed in that call,” Louise responded. Bobby recognized her comments for what they were-a fishing expedition. Moreover, he was not going to take the bait. He maintained a calm, almost aloof demeanor. Louise realized it was going to take more in order to get what she wanted from him. She took another swipe at him, “That phone call, judging by your level of enthusiasm of you reply- Oh, how did you put it? Oh, yes, that you were “looking forward to it.” I just bet it was your, um, lady friend.” Bobby chuckled softly but said nothing. Louise moved to his side as she regrouped then waded back in, “Bobby, please be careful. I just can’t bear the thought of you getting hurt.” Bobby choking on laughter answered, “Thank you but I don’t believe your concern is warranted.” Louise never gave up, “Women have a sixth sense about-”. Bobby stopped her by slamming his hand down on the desk, “Oh, please! You really know how to lay it on thick.” His intensity had Louise backing up a couple of steps. Bobby was on his feet now, “You know what you are Louise? Do you know? You are so full of yourself. You have to be the center of attention, the main attraction. The very center of the universe. They have a name for people like you-”. Louise’s next move silenced Bobby. Quick as a snake, Louise’s arm shot forward as she slapped him on his cheek. Hard.

The slap resonated through out the office. The anger was palpable. Louise stood shaking with rage. “How dare you analyze me?” she choked. As Louise paced back and forth, Bobby stood quietly with his hands in his pockets. The muscles in his jaws were twitching. That was Bobby’s tell. Louise caught it and went in for the kill. “Ohhh, I forgot. You were ONCE a hot shot profiler,” Louise said smugly. Bobby shook his head and laughed aloud. “Please! That is so lame, Louise!” he replied. He picked up his briefcase and dumped the contents on his desk. To top it off, he took his nametag off and dropped it. Louise held her head high and taunted, “You can’t leave. What will you do?” Bobby walked around his desk, slowly moving up behind her. Louise was rooted to the spot. Bobby stood quietly behind her for a moment then leaned in whispering in her ear, “I’m going to be-” he hesitated then slowly moved to the other side and whispered, “a hot shot profiler.” He stood absolutely still allowing Louise to absorb his words. Never looking back, Bobby walked out.

By Lynn.

CHAPTER 13 - DON’T STOP THE MUSIC

Bobby’s eyes followed Alex’s every move. To see her in a dress was rare but a treat. Tonight it was more than a treat; it was an experience, a very pleasant experience. Pleasant experience did not adequately describe it. It was stimulating.
Alex picked up her clutch and asked Bobby if he was ready. He nodded and rather enjoyed watching her sway toward him. He lightly placed his hand on her back as they descended the front steps. He opened the door for her and helped her in the car. As they drove in to the city Alex asked where they were going. Bobby just smiled and assured her she would soon find out. It fell silent between them and Bobby glanced over at her. “Want to talk about it?” he asked. “About what?” she responded. He frowned, “Whatever it is that’s bothering you.” Silence. Finally, Alex spoke up. “Bobby, I’m so sorry things happened the way they did with Major Case.” He saw her eyes filling, “I’m just so very sorry.” Bobby reached over and covered her hand with his, “Alexandra that is in the past. I’m only interested in the present.” He let his hand linger on hers. She reached over and patted the top of his hand, “Got it,” she nodded.
“Speaking of the present, what have you been doing to keep busy?” he asked. “I will be starting NYC Law in about a month,” she told him and found herself watching for his reaction. Bobby looked over and smiled broadly, “That’s perfect for you. You can be a real hard-ass.” Alex looked at him straight faced, “Why Bobby, that’s the nicest thing you have ever said to me.” They both enjoyed a good laugh and chatted about NYC’s impeccable reputation.
As Bobby turned and entered parking for The Rainbow Room, Alex’s jaw dropped, “What are you doing Bobby Goren? This is way too extravagant!”
He shook his head, “Let’s have a good time, okay?” She smiled and then said, “Okay. But under no circumstance I am going to dance the tango with you!” He chuckled, “I know, I know. I look like…” “A dork,” they said together. They were still laughing as they entered the posh club. They were led to their table and Bobby pulled out her chair to seat her then seated himself. “Moonlight Serenade” was playing softly as Bobby ordered the wine. “This is wonderful Bobby. Thank you,” Alex said. The wine arrived and Bobby poured. They ordered and then Bobby raised his glass and toasted, “Happy Birthday, Alexandra Eames.”
While sipping their wine they reminisced about some of the finer moments as partners. When the Captain’s name came up, they both fell silent. Bobby swallowed hard, “He was a good man and it was an honor to serve under his command even if we didn’t always see eye to eye.” Alex nodded and fought off the tears. Their sadness was tangible.
Suddenly Bobby stood, offered his hand and raised his eyebrow. Alex took his hand and they stepped on to the dance floor. When Bobby put his arm around her, she felt weak in the knees. They glided around the dance floor and after several songs, they returned to their table. Bobby had just sat down when he looked up and saw a pained expression on Alex’s face as she stared over his left shoulder. “Alex, are you alright?” he inquired. His voice expressed concern. She answered, “I’m fine but I’m not so sure you are going to be.” He furrowed his brow and cocked his head. She looked at him and continued, “Your boss just walked through the door.” “You are kidding, right?” he asked. What was that she heard in his voice? Panic? Disbelief? Anger? Alex took a deep breath, “I’m not kidding and she’s walking this way.” She looked at him and saw his jaw muscles twitching. “Uh oh,” she thought, “This is not going to be pretty.”
Bobby glanced around just as a perfectly manicured hand reached for his shoulder. He looked up and there she was. Louise Gardener dressed to the nines in a clingy red dress. “I told you I would see you later,” she purred, “And please, introduce me to your date. Alex put on the perfect face, “I have the advantage here. You may not know who I am but I know who you are.” Bobby sensed that both women (ladies would be a misnomer) had bared their claws. Louise smirked, “Well, please enlighten me.” Alex opened her mouth to answer but Bobby cut her off, “Louise, this is Alexandra Eames.” Louise looked at Alex and sarcastically retorted, “Pleasure.” Alex came in low and hard, “I’m sure. I wish I could say the same.” Bobby snickered and Louise gave him a withering look. By this time a very handsome, older man walked up to the side of Louise. He put his hand to her back and whispered something in her ear as he allowed his hand to slide south coming to rest on her butt. She smiled at him then introduced him simply as James. Louise tried vainly to engage Bobby in conversation but he never took the bait. James gently tugged on her arm as he whispered in her ear once again. This time he smiled lecherously. Louise nodded, “Bobby, I will see you in my office Monday morning. Don’t be late.” She started to walk away but turned and fired the parting shot. In a perfect stage whisper she said, “Oh, I have been meaning to tell you, your agenda is so user friendly. You might want to consider closing it when you are away from your desk.” She turned toward the door then sashayed out. Bobby felt the heat in his face. Alex watched Louise and James leave and then said, “The way that old goat is feeling her up, she better be careful. He just may pop a vessel.”
Despite Bobby’s growing anger he couldn’t help but laugh at the comment. He started to apologize for the interruption but Alex cut him short, “The apology is not yours to make, Bobby, it is hers and you or I will never hear it.” “Probably not,” he acknowledged. By now their meal was being served. After several minutes, they began to relax and to find humor in the little drama that just played out. They finished their meal and as the music demanded their attention and they took to the dance floor once again. This time Alex could feel the heat of his hand as it lay on her bare back, the feel of his breath on her cheek. It was hard to tell who was holding who the closest but neither one of them considered making a change in the situation. The evening wore on pleasantly. Finally they called it a night and headed out.
Upon arriving back at Alex’s, she invited him in for one more glass of wine. She kicked off her shoes as they entered the house. “Make yourself comfortable,” she told him as she headed toward the kitchen. Bobby took off his coat and tie, unbuttoned his collar and followed her. She had set the perfectly chilled wine on the counter and handed him a corkscrew. He popped the cork expertly and looked around. She had open the cabinet and asked him to hand down the wine glasses from the top shelf. He sat the bottle of wine on the counter behind her and reached up for the glasses. Alex found herself sandwiched between him and the counter. He was standing so close; so very close. She took the glasses from him and as she started to pour the wine, she realized he had yet to move. She sat the bottle on the counter as he reached around her for his glass. He took a step back giving her just enough room to turn and face him. A moment or two passed then they toasted each other and sipped the wine. Alex walked toward the couch as Bobby followed. He stepped over to the stereo; made a selection and popped in a disc then walked back to the couch and sat as Etta James soulfully belted out one of her many hits. They sat silently listening to the music. Bobby finished his wine, turned to Alex and demanded, “One more dance.” She smiled as she sat her glass down; they stood and moved to the center of the room. He pulled her close as they danced. As the music reached a crescendo, Bobby ever so softly kissed her on the forehead. The room went silent and as they pulled apart he cleared his throat and told her, “I need to go.” Alex nodded and once again told him how much she enjoyed the evening. He picked up his coat and tie and she walked him to the door. Bobby leaned down and kissed her cheek, “Let’s do this again. Soon.” Alex agreed, “Soon.” They said goodnight and Bobby walked down the steps. When he reached his car, he looked back to the door. Alex was standing there watching him. She smiled and waved and he returned the gesture. As Bobby drove toward home, he smiled to himself and softly hummed “Trust In Me” by Etta James.

By Lynn.

CHAPTER 12 - PRAYERS

As Bobby drove to work, he was thinking about Alex. Suddenly it hit him and he smiled broadly as he began to piece together a plan. Friday just happened to be Alex’s birthday and a perfect time to go to dinner. And dancing. By the time his plan had taken form, he was at the center. When he got to his office, he reached for the phone and punched in her number. She answered on the second ring with “Hi, Bobby.” They made small talk for a few minutes then Bobby made his pitch. “I remembered Friday is your birthday.” Alex replied with laughter, “Oh please, don’t remind me.” Bobby responded, “I think it would be a great time for us to go to dinner. What do you think?” Alex could hardly contain her excitement, “I think it would be a wonderful time for us to go to dinner.”Bobby waited a beat and finished his pitch with, “And dancing.” Alex was struck mute for a minute then asked, “Dancing? Bobby, did you say dancing?” He chuckled as he assured her she heard right. They talked a few more minutes then said their goodbyes and hung up. Bobby immediately grabbed the phone book, located his number and dialed. He got lucky-reservations for The Rainbow Room at eight Friday night. He smiled with delight as his plan fell in place.
The week moved at a snail’s pace for Bobby. He kept busy during the day but evenings seemed to drag on and on. Finally Friday arrived and he was almost giddy. He found himself whistling as he walked from the parking lot to his office. When he reached his office, he found a note on the desk informing him of a meeting scheduled for four. “Great. Just great,” he muttered. He shrugged his broad shoulders, sat down and began his paperwork. He had to review applications for the next training session. Meanwhile, Louise was planning the ceremony. Silently Bobby prayed there would be no motorcycles, no leather outfits, and no drinking challenges. But knowing Louise it would definitely be noteworthy.
Around four, Bobby put his paperwork away and headed to Louise’s office. He knocked on the door and heard, “Come on in Bobby.” As he entered, she pointed to a chair and instructed, “Have a seat.” He sat, looked at Louise and raised his eyebrow. She recognized this as her signal to begin. “I’m glad you’re here. We have a lot of work to do tonight.” Bobby took a deep breath and stated, “Louise, I’m on a tight schedule here. I have plans tonight.” She responded with, “Really?” He nodded, “Maybe we can reschedule for Monday. “ Louise smiled and said, “Well, I guess I don’t have any other choice. Hope you have a good time. I will see you later.” Bobby nodded and replied, “Um, thanks. Well, good night. Have a good weekend.” She nodded as he stood, turned to the door and walked out. Louise’s face fell as she whispered, “Later.” Then a smile played across her lips.
As he headed toward home, Bobby debated between flowers or wine for Alex. He opted for wine-not her drink of choice but more romantic at the very least. Maybe, just maybe, they could have a glass to top off the evening. When he arrived home, he turned on the stereo and grabbed a soda. As smooth jazz floated through the air, he looked at his mail then pitched it on the desk. He finished his soda, walked to the bathroom, stripped off and stepped in the shower. A few minutes later as he was toweling off, he decided not to shave although he had his usual five o’clock shadow. When he finished in the bathroom, he walked in to the bedroom, opened the closet door and stood there. He shook his head and laughed out loud when he admitted to himself he was trying to decide what to wear. Since when did he care if someone else cared what he wore? He made his decision and dressed in his light gray suit with a French blue shirt and dark gray tie with matching blue diamond design on it. As he made a final inspection in the mirror, he noticed his hair was close to the color of his suit. He recalled that just before his mother’s death, she asked him when did his hair turned gray. Time-where does it go? He shook his head as if to clear his thoughts. Bobby looked at the clock again, buttoned his jacket and walked to his car.



He arrived at Alex’s at seven on the dot. He grabbed the wine, jogged up the front steps and rang the doorbell. He heard Alex call out, “Be right there.” In just seconds, the door opened and his breath caught as he looked at her. She was dressed in the proverbial little black dress low enough for just a glimpse of cleavage. He handed her the bottle of wine and stammered “I thought it could chill while we’re out and…” His voice trailed off as he noticed the deep v-cut of the dress’s back as she turned toward the kitchen. He ran his eyes up and down her. With her hair in a French twist, the dress, the four inch heels, the WOW factor was off the charts. Bobby closed his eyes and prayed,
“God, give me strength.”

By Lynn.

At Home with the Gorens - Part III

Regaining her trust and respect had been yet another hurdle to overcome. At the time he had no choice - an undercover job is an undercover job and if his orders were to tell no one, so be it. Eames should have understood that more than anyone. That episode in their history was catalytic; it had shifted the dynamics of their amazing partnership to another dimension. Deep down he felt she had overreacted but he let it ride, taking it like a real man – that was Bobby Goren to a fault. Since that time she was the one setting the pace and tone and he had no problem with that either; he respected her for it. Now, however, she was trying to manipulate their new situation - emotional blackmail was not pretty, yet his fondness for her was proving to be a weakness, a blind-spot, especially since he took the flak for the circumstances they were in; he truly blamed himself.

They both had a right to be angry – initially. All those years of dedicated service - no hero’s departure in a salvo of bullets – no martyrdom to their cause – no parting medals of honour – no sweet words of praise for jobs well done. She vehemently believed they’d been stabbed in the back. They had never craved or needed thanks and rewards but their muted exit bore little parallel to their successful record in Major Case.

On his part the Detective was, at long last, resigned and relieved. He had been unhappy for some time; he had simply not cared to admit it to anyone or confront it himself. The mourning period was indeed over.

Eight phenomenal years together; of course she held a special place in his heart. He welcomed and enjoyed her sassy, snarky remarks - but not lately. She was still mad as hell. Leaving Major Case had never been part of her master-plan. Not surprisingly certain powers that be in the FBI were now making attractive overtures to her. He knew that ultimately it would be in her best interests to seriously consider their offer but first she’d have to cool down. It really was time for her to move on too. That was the difference; he’d bellow and rage and it was done – she’d harbour a grievance and brood till kingdom come.

Whilst she deliberated her long-term future, she had other pressing plans for the short-term, dragging an unwilling Goren with her. There were occasions - some might have said too few and others too many – that the Detective’s style had been rather unusual to say the least. Despite that he did technically manage to stay - just - on the right side of the law. She had come to accept and understand and even admire him for it.

Her present behaviour smacked of paranoia. She was being irrational, illogical, out of character and off the wall. Her current madcap schemes went beyond even his dubious boundaries. He’d never seen her like this before. She said she had nothing to lose. That wasn’t true!

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Eames smartly told the Detective’s wife she’d call her back and let her know.

“What’s the joke?” she snorted.

“The joke, Eames, is that my darling wife is up to something.”

“… and?”

“… and nothing. You know…” he sighed impatiently, “I will get out here unless I can make you change your mind and turn back. I don’t recommend you go it alone.”

“Bobby Goren you’re a wimp and a coward. I never thought I’d ever say that to you, but you are,” she glared stonily at him.

He looked her straight in the eye. “… and I’m unarmed! I never thought I’d say to you that what you’re about is mad, bad and dangerous… and plain stupid. For goodness sake, you were always the grounded one in this partnership. What happened to you?” His words came out slowly, softly, sensitively.

In crashing silence and screeching wheels she turned the car round. The weather outside was bright and warm; inside the vehicle the temperature gauge plunged to freezing point. She dropped him off across from his building caustically reminding him she’d see him later. He didn’t answer. Never had he run from her so fast. She felt one hundred per cent she was doing the right thing and she didn’t care how she went about it. Loudly to emptiness she cursed him. “Damn him! Damn that Bobby Goren daring to prick my conscience!”

~~~~~~~~~~

His wife was lowering the blind against the glaring afternoon sun when she saw him dashing across the road wearing a grim expression. She welcomed him with a shot of his finest Balvenie; he gratefully downed it in one. A second melted the knots in his shoulders and when he picked up the baby his whole body visibly relaxed. She smiled at him relieved to see it returned.

“Alex can’t babysit tonight,” he said, searching her face for a giveaway clue.

Shit, she thought to herself but merely replied, “That’s a shame.”

“If you like, we could all go out for an early-bird.”

“No thanks. I thought it’d make a pleasant change. You know, just the two of us, me in my LBD,” her eyes shining at the memory, “and you smart casual head to toe in black - sexy. Remember those days? You know a little romance, a little rock’n’roll.”

“Sorry Honey.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll find someone else to babysit.” Her bright eyes challenged his. He didn’t flinch. He quietly said, “Actually I would rather not tonight, but I’ll make it up to you, promise.”

Hmm… she thought; he said wouldn’t not couldn’t. “Bo-bby?”

“Yeah.”

“You won’t mind if I go out alone then? You can babysit. What are your rates?” she teased him.

Oh how he admired her tenacity – a dog with a bone! “One, you shouldn’t have to pay the daddy, but if you insist I charge in kind,” he grinned, “and two, yes I will mind,” the grin purposely gone!

“… but I need a change of scene from the apartment and the playground. I need to breathe in this town. I need to get dressed up. I need to feel like a woman again. I need…”

He loved to see her lower lip gently pout. He thought he knew where this was going. Next maybe a little foot stomping. Since the baby’s arrival she had been good, too good; he’d forgotten how much he missed this. Devilishly he added fuel to the fire. “No, I won’t let you and I know what you need,” trying to be firm.

“Well, I wasn’t actually asking your permission. I can do what I like.” Her right foot tapped in frustration.

How pleasing this was from earlier events. At home with his family; little Robert trying to crawl and discover fresh territory, delighted with every new touch and taste and him winding up his wife. The making up was always so special; a little hug, a nip on her neck, a pat on the bottom or his tongue down her throat and she’d soon forget what it was all about. He hoped he hadn’t lost his touch.

“Honey, what part of no didn’t you understand?” It was barely an audible whisper in her ear as he gently pulled her into his arms prepared to tame the tiger in her.

“No, no, no, you don’t understand!” She violently pulled away from him.

The penny dropped. She had tried to be subtle – it didn’t work. She wasn’t playing games with him. She was deadly serious. She wanted him home - or with her - tonight.

“Hannala?”

He rarely called her that. The hushed tone, the probing inflection, said it all. He leant his head to one side and engaged her eyes. She readily responded and looked anxiously into his. He didn’t have to say another word. They understood each other perfectly.

She pulled the slip of paper from her pocket and handed it to him.

The furrows on his brow deepened; his teeth sank into his bottom lip.

This was bad, very bad. In this instance knowledge, any knowledge, would be dangerous. He was alarmed, afraid; he feared how much she knew.

By Ann.

CHAPTER 11 - REVELATIONS

Bobby and Alex sat in silence. After what felt like forever, Bobby asked, “More coffee?” Alex shook her head. Again, silence. It was deafening. Suddenly Alex leaned forward and lightly rested her hand on his. Bobby saw concern in her eyes; she saw surprise in his. Alex waited a beat, holding Bobby’s eyes and spoke, “I just don’t want you to be hurt.” Bobby could not stop from speaking his first thought, “Why?” Never moving her hand off his, she answered, “Because I care for you. Bobby, you are one of the finest men I have ever known with so many desirable traits,” was her quick response. When she heard herself say these words, it was her turn to drop her eyes as she moved her hand off his. It seemed like forever, and then Bobby reached over and took both of her hands in his. He gently caressed the back of her hands with his thumbs. He cleared his throat and started talking. “When they first paired us, I knew it was your job to keep an eye on me.” He gave a half smile and continued, “I do tend to be unconventional at times. You always accepted me for me. You have always, always been there for me.” He chuckled softly and continued, “Except a couple of times.” Alex frowned and looked up at him. Bobby squeezed her hands as he said, “You are very special to me and I care for you.” His voice came out in a whisper, “More than you’ll ever know.” They sat in silence, looking at each other. It seemed like eternity.

Finally, Bobby asked, “Sure you don’t want more coffee?” Alex shook her head, “I need to go. I promised my sister I would keep my nephew while she and her husband catch dinner and a movie.” They stood and walked out on to the sidewalk. “I’ll walk you to your car.” They walked in silence, both lost in thought about the afternoon. When they reached her car, he took the keys, unlocked the door and opened it. They smiled shyly at each other. Finally, Alex got in the car and Bobby leaned in. Just inches from her face, Alex looked into his rich chocolate eyes and her mind raced. “Oh god, please don’t let him know what I’m thinking.” Bobby told her “I’ll call you soon. Maybe we can have dinner.” Alex found her voice and told him, “I’ll look forward to it.” Bobby straighten up, stepped back as Alex started the car. He watched as she pulled in to traffic and turned the corner. Bobby promised himself “very soon” as he headed toward his car.

As he drove home, he replayed the information on Louise. He knew something and would have never mentioned it unless she knew it to be fact. Bobby knew the center cost more, much more, than the donations received. And of course, Louise picked up the slack, as she had in so many times with other projects. Louise being Louise would never admit to the financial squeeze, but even an heiress could go broke. As for working a crowd, Louise Gardener was a master. He had witnessed her telling tales of doom and gloom to the city’s blue-haired society crowd. She could have the whole room in tears and could turn on the water works herself. Yeah, she was good, very good. Deep in his heart, Bobby knew Alex’s information was pretty much on target. He recalled when Louise contacted him; he was drowning in feelings of abandonment and hopelessness. Her call gave him hope. Passions once again awakened. The passion for the opportunity to give back to his city as he had in Major Case. Then he met her-young, beautiful, vivacious Louise. Other passions had stirred. Bobby chastised himself for a serious lapse in good judgment. If he had been that careless when he worked the beat, he would have never survived. He shook his head to clear that very unsettling thought.

As he pulled on to his street, his thoughts turned to Alex. As partners, it was not unusual to spend 10-12 hours together, sometimes more. They had learned to read each other, anticipate each other-she more than him. They were good together, both sharing a deep passion for their work. This time Bobby’s heart jumped as he reacted to the term passion. His mind raced as he scolded both his mind-and body. He finally concluded that only time would tell and reminded himself “patience is a virtue.”

Bobby walked in to the apartment, grabbed a bottle of water and flopped down on the couch. He groped around, found the TV remote between the cushions and began surfing the channels. He stopped on the SyFy channel to watch one of his favorites, “Impostor”. After the final credits rolled, he hoisted himself off the couch and grabbed a quick bite to eat. He read for about an hour then decided to get ready for bed. He walked to the bedroom and turned on the bedside lamp. He turned down the bed, undressed and crawled in. He picked up the book and continued to read. Around 10:30, he turned off the lamp and closed his eyes. He was asleep in minutes.

Bobby had pleasant dreams of Alex and not so pleasant ones of Louise. When the alarm went off at 6:30, he hit the snooze button eking out another ten minutes. As the alarm resounded, he sat up and put his feet on the floor before silencing it. He rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. He finally stood and headed to the bathroom. He showered and shaved before he went to the kitchen for breakfast. He searched the ’frig and found a stale bagel, but then again, how can you determine if a bagel is stale? He had to smile at the thought as he warmed it, smeared on cream cheese and poured a cup of coffee. He padded back to the bedroom to get dressed. When he was ready, he picked up his keys off the desk and eased out the door.

By Lynn.

At Home with the Goren’s - After Major Case – Part II

Surprisingly Bobby had weathered his earlier losses with more ease than this one. For sure he missed his mother, she had been a major part of his life but she was so very sick and it was the natural order. Then, as much as it hurt to admit, his brother had lived with a death wish. Who would have ever guessed Bobby’s nemesis would have granted it; that beautiful and brilliant but profoundly disturbed woman who had kept the Detective on his toes and his wife looking over her shoulder. Her interference in their life had become burdensome and dangerous and his old demented mentor had taken care of her. Now he was meant to be free. He was; free and untethered - drifting aimlessly.

Time was a healer – and reflection and introspection - and the Detective began to accept that some things were bigger than him and beyond his control. This latest upset though had turned out to be the biggest bereavement of them all. It had hit him hard.

From the outset he had insisted he handle it his way and she respected that; he was a grown man with a mind of his own. It only started with gentle suggestions; she had contacts, she could open doors for him and sometimes it is a case of who you know. He sweetly ignored her until one day, reading about a convoluted trial in the newspaper, she casually commented, “You know, Carver was right, you’d make an exceptional lawyer.”

From nowhere he turned on her, angrily saying, “Butt out of my business!” She had clearly pushed a button. His face contorted and his jabbing finger backed her into a corner. When he saw her hands raised to protect herself, he crumbled in pieces to the floor.

“I, I, I would never, never hurt you,” he cried.

“I know you wouldn’t.” She slid to the floor beside him and rocked him in her arms. “It was only a passing remark – conversation, you know. I’m sorry.”

“I, I do have some ideas, nothing concrete, not yet.”

“What are they?”

She felt the vibration of his cell. He grabbed it and broke away from her.

“Who is it?” she asked.

He didn’t answer her; he answered the phone and retreated to his cave. It wasn’t long before Eames showed up and wordlessly joined him, firmly shutting the door behind her - and shutting his wife out.

Honey stood there. Her bewildered thoughts were interrupted by the sweet sound of ‘dadadada’ coming from the nursery. She gathered up her little bundle and whispered in his soft warm ear, “At least I know you love me! Let’s go to the park and leave them to it.”

Now that spare time had been forced upon him, Bobby often joined them on their morning stroll. He was a real hands-on daddy; it warmed his wife’s heart and soul to see father and son together. The baby was the only one who truly lifted Bobby’s broken spirit.

They were gone about an hour when little Robert demanded food. He could be inconsolable and grumpy until the first spoon of something pureed hit his tongue – like father, like son. She dashed back to the apartment and ran into the study knowing Bobby would more than willingly entertain him whilst she warmed up the baby’s lunch. What she didn’t expect to find was her husband and his ex-partner in a clinch.

She was momentarily frozen; they didn’t even notice her.
Back in the kitchen the baby was bawling and her own tears were slowly sliding down her nose unchecked. By the time Bobby emerged to see what the commotion was about his son was happily filling his mouth and hands and hair and the highchair and the floor. Honey kept her head down. She was obviously not the object of his concern.

She heard Alex’s parting words, “… see ya soon” and the sound of the front door closing behind her. She didn’t know what to do; whether to confront him or let it go. Her immediate dilemma was solved when he promptly popped his head round the kitchen door and abruptly announced he was going out.

After the baby settled down for his afternoon nap, she entered the one part of their home that was hallowed ground – his male domain – his sanctuary - his study. It was kept in meticulous order, unlike their bedroom and bathroom where he just dropped everything, safe in the knowledge she would pick up in his wake.
Bobby Goren was thorough, but maybe, just maybe, for once he may have overlooked something. She logged on to his email – did he know she knew his password? Nothing looked untoward although she didn’t really know what she was looking for; just assumed something would jump out at her and say, “Hey this is what you want to know!”

She riffled through his drawers; mostly unfiled bills and statements, cuttings, instruction manuals and lots of baby pics. His beloved and battered binder gave up nothing either. She was about to give up herself when on an impulse she looked at the notepad next to the telephone. The top sheet was blank but heavily scored. She took a soft pencil and delicately traced the lines. John Smith - a euphemism surely - and a phone number - some more numbers - an address uptown - a time and date - tonight 9.00 p.m. She placed the scrap of paper in the pocket of her jeans.
The Detective’s wife (could he still be called Detective – old habits die hard) was enterprising and intrepid and not one to shrink from responsibility or intrigue, at least not in business. Her sticking point could be her husband. She did love him. She did trust him. But she was never sure, even now, of his feelings. Was it love or lust? She’d been there before; sex was fine and frequent, but she felt that was all she was good for; he didn’t seem to be sharing much else with her these days.

Oh how everyone thought her the lucky one, nabbing Detective Bobby Goren for herself – but life with him wasn’t that easy. She knew she was flawed, but he was also far from perfect.

The Detective (yes - he will always be that) jumped into the waiting car at the corner and together they drove off. She had always liked to be in the driver’s seat. Maybe her way of being in control in that particular partnership, but surely it was different now they had both left Major Case; one pushed the other having jumped.

“Eames, I’m not comfortable with this!”

She shot him a glance, her narrow lips soberly turned down, no trace of a smile or acknowledgement of his misgivings.

They drove some way and he repeated himself; the car screeched to a halt.
“Get out if you want Goren; I’ll go without you.” At that moment Eames’ phone shrilled. She didn’t bother to check caller ID; it was not the call she was expecting.

“Alex?” a sweet voice asked. “I didn’t get a chance to talk to you earlier. How are you?” She covered the mouthpiece and whispered to him, “It’s your wife!” He frowned. She set the phone to loudspeaker.

“I’m fine. What’s up?”

“Would you do me a big favour? I know you’ve offered before. I want to take Bobby out – just the two of us – just for an hour or so - and wondered if you could babysit, say around 9.00 tonight.”

“Hold on a sec, I’m driving.” She turned to Bobby; her lips pursed; she sat there shaking her head.

He dragged his fingers through his greying curls, clenching his knuckles behind his head and stared out the window, a hidden smile slowly creeping over his face.

By Ann.

CHAPTER 10 - BAD NEWS

Bobby’s headache had gone from explosive to a dull ache. And the nausea had been replaced by occasional queasiness. Physically he might not be at a hundred percent but he was decidedly better than what he was earlier. He dressed in jeans and a tee shirt and sat on the side of the bed to tie his shoes. A wave of queasiness had him closing his eyes and stretching out on the bed. As he rode it out, his mood darkened. He thought about his friends and realized that he spent the years distancing himself from them. His buddies would call, wanting to meet for a beer and he would refuse citing the present case was consuming all his time. He thought about the women he had dated. A few had been special. Early in the relationship, they would attend the theater or a concert, go dining and dancing, or just sit and talk. Occasionally, they enjoyed the “fringe benefits” of their relationship. But eventually things cooled. Too much silence; too many plans cancelled. Then he thought about his mother whose illness started distancing him from her when he was just a boy. His brother whose poor decisions drove a wedge between them. He thought of his career, which he had worked tirelessly, trying to right so many of the city’s wrongs. And now there was Louise Gardener. Was he fated to live the rest of his life in this private hell? Was there no one who understood him? Suddenly he opened his eyes and thought “Eames.” The one person who understood his feelings, his moods. Him. Bobby Goren.

He sat up and reached for the phone. He jerked his hand back and rubbed the back of his neck as he debated if he should call. “What the hell”, he thought, “there’s nothing wrong with touching base with her. After all, we were partners for eight years.” Bobby picked up the phone and punched in Eames’ number. One ring; two; three. “Come on, answer,” he urged. Four; five rings. Bobby held his breath then released it when he heard Alex pick up. “Hello,” she answered. “Eames, its Bobby. I just thought I would call and see how you’ve been.” After a moment of silence, Alex replied, “Bobby. It’s good to hear from you.” Bobby smiled to himself. They chatted for a few minutes, avoiding any mention of Major Case. Finally, Bobby asked, “Do you think we could, um, meet for coffee sometime?” “Sure, name the time and place,” replied Alex. He answered, “Well, how about 2:30” and named a small coffee shop they both were familiar with.

Around 1:15, Bobby changed and headed toward the coffee shop. He arrived around 2:20 and scouted out a quiet booth toward the back of the shop. About five minutes later, Alex walked in. Bobby stood and walked toward her. He felt awkward and put his hands in his pockets. Alex put her hand on his forearm and asked, “So, how are you doing?” He nodded and replied, “Good. And you?” “Fine, Fine”, she answered. Finally, Bobby said he would order the coffee and pointed to the chosen booth. Alex walked back to the booth and slid in. Bobby paid for the coffee, walked over, then slid in on the bench facing her. As they sipped their coffee, Alex congratulated Bobby on the opening of the center. He gave a shy smile and thanked her. “That was quite a ceremony; lots of important people there,” she commented. Bobby’s eyebrow shot up and he asked, “You were there?” She nodded and took a sip of coffee, “I came with my friend, Tom,” she explained. Bobby swallowed hard, “I didn’t know that you and Tom…” his voiced trailed off. “We’re not,” she interrupted, “we’re just friends”. After what felt like hours, he said “I didn’t see you there. Why didn’t you come over and say hello?” Alex smiled and shook her head and answered, “I’m not surprised you didn’t see me. You never took your eyes off your new boss.” He blushed deeply and dropped his head. “Was it that obvious?” “Oh yeah”, she answered. “Look Bobby, It’s none of my business, but Louise Gardener is not what she appears to be,” she retorted. Bobby was quick to counter, “Alex, I researched her before I ever went for the interview. She’s sterling.” She grimaced and shook her head, “When you write your own press, it’s easy to appear, as you say, sterling. Look Bobby, I’m not trying to upset you, but the woman is bad news. Please, be careful.”

Bobby opened his mouth to comment but thought better of it. Alex would never misrepresent anything to him. But what did she know? It was as if she read his mind. “Miss Gardener has a history of “creating” some wonderful causes. And she knows how to work a crowd, gaining financial and emotional support. The cause thrives for a time, and then she pulls her support leaving a wake of ruined hopes and dreams not to mention the heartbreak of those who believed the hype. Bobby looked at her stricken. After a few moments, Alex asked, “What are you thinking about Bobby?” He dropped his eyes, shrugged his broad shoulders and answered, “Lots of things, Alex, lots of things."

By Lynn.

After Major Case

He said he’d be back early. She was excited – a precious night home together. It had been too long! He also mentioned a surprise. She wondered what it could possibly be. She tried to exercise patience – not in her nature really, although she was getting better. The evening wore on and still he wasn’t home and his cell was on voicemail. No point in leaving a message, she thought. He’ll think she was nagging, or worse, and if he bothered to look he would see her missed call(s)! She tried to stay up but in the end she couldn’t fight her best friend Morpheus – she needed her sleep. She had an early start – every day was an early start.

He removed his size 13’s and tiptoed into the apartment assuming she would be mad at him; he wouldn’t blame her. She didn’t normally worry what time he got home; she knew with plenty of caffeine he could exist on little sleep and she trusted him - now. He knew it had been a mistake to call her earlier – he did it automatically. This news he had to tell her face to face.

She was sleeping. It never failed to arouse him the way she lie on her tummy, one arm swinging out the side of the bed, the other slung above her head and her bottom in the air. Her tussled hair and makeup free face, clean and shiny, gave her the appearance of a schoolgirl.

His emotions were a mess; he really was happy the way things had worked out. No he wasn’t, he was damn furious and bloody mad. Still it was for the best, he guessed. No it wasn’t, now what would he do with himself? He was filled with pent up rage; filled with alcohol and filled with a burning thirst that had to be slaked. Better his wife than the company he had been keeping earlier.

He slipped the sheet from her body and dragged her down the bed. He wasn’t all mean, he tested the water, so to speak, and found it pleasingly wet and warm and welcoming… and still she slept, stirring slightly. His first thrusts were deep and long and urgent and she groaned, “You monster! Is this your surprise?” but she didn’t stop him. His next were tender and loving; he growled - she purred – they kissed.

He felt so much better and slept soundly curled around her soft round curves; she was his comfort blanket.


She was woken by her early morning call. Once summoned, she brought her other monster into their bed. There were some things even beyond the brilliant Bobby Goren’s capabilities. He sat up and proudly watched them together; the loves of his life. Whilst the baby contentedly fed, she asked what the surprise was. His face clouded over, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

What he meant was he didn’t want to upset her – not yet.

“When you’re done, do you want to go out for breakfast?”

He didn’t have to ask her twice; she wouldn’t turn that treat down, but his motive wasn’t altogether altruistic. He didn’t want them to be at home when he told her the latest. He wasn’t sure if there would be a scene remembering her reaction to his suspension. She loved having him home - it was the reason behind it. In her opinion he lived that one too close to the edge for comfort and he didn’t have the decency to tell her what he was up to and there was another life he should have been thinking about. She was right on all three counts.

“What about work – guess ‘cos you pulled a late one you can…” she interrupted his thoughts.

“Yeah, yeah.” He stopped her short and made a dive for the shower. Beneath the pounding water he rehearsed the many ways he would break the news. As successful and resourceful as she was, he was not prepared to be a kept man. She can argue her pretty head off as much as she likes, this man has some pride and he wants to support his wife and child.

They found a quiet booth in the corner café – Robert Jnr obligingly slept in his stroller. Bobby toyed with his coffee and played with his food and watched in wonder as Honey’s fork jumped from one plate to another. He admired her hearty appetite – even stress didn’t stop her – quite the reverse in fact. Suddenly he blurted out, “I’ve been fired!”

Her fork halted midway between table and mouth; she choked on her omelette.

“I don’t believe it!”

His head hung waiting for the onslaught, as if he wasn’t already pissed off enough. He was in no mood for an argument.

“Bobby, look at me.”

She took his hand and softly said, “We’ll get through this fine, we really will. Honey, are you okay with it?”

Now he was annoyed with himself. He had no right to assume she would give him grief. Sure in those early years she used to run rings round him, but he’d given her a hard time too. Theirs had not been an easy marriage, not then, but their lives had changed; they had grown up surviving loss and worse. Things would work out – they always do.

She was upset for him. He had devoted himself to the Major Case Squad and they had the nerve to get rid of one of their finest. He was their finest. He was the best. He is still the best. He will always be the best. What was this city coming to?

“Great, that means I get you all to myself…” she quipped trying to lighten the tone. “And what about Alex?”

“She’s the one who did it.”

“I don’t believe it!”

“You’re repeating yourself.”

“I’m sorry Bobby, but…”

“Listen, believe it,” he said gravely. “They promoted her, gave her the task of kicking my butt and then she quit.”

“Well their loss is my gain. So what’s the plan?”

Bobby scratched his beard and shook his head. “I’m sure you’ll think of something for me to do my love.”

She saw him nervously play with his wedding band and wondered what he really had up his sleeve.

By Ann.

CHAPTER 9 - ONLY A DREAM

Lynn has sent a new chapter for the story, which I absolutely love.

Bobby sat straight up in the bed. His head pounded, his stomach rolled & he broke out in a cold sweat. He looked at the clock-5:30 AM. Things didn’t seem right-at least not as he remembered them. He got up, padded to the bathroom where he downed two aspirin. He went back to the bedroom and took one look at the bed and decided it must have been a rough night. The sheets were un-tucked, the covers thrown back. Bobby half-heartedly straightened the linens and stretched out on the bed.

His mind wandered back to the center’s opening last night. He remembered the center was nearly full with dignitaries, celebrities and community leaders. He also remembered Louise’s grand entrance on the back of Sam Deed’s motorcycle dressed in the skin tight leather pants, jacket, five inch heeled boots and her dismount from the cycle. As she strutted toward him, he felt the green eyed monster of jealousy whack him on the back of the head and asked him what he was going to do. And there were other feelings too. Bobby had no idea what to do but he did know his feelings were out of control. He was totally infatuated with Louise. He searched his mind for what else happened. He finally decided that maybe a shower would help clear his mind. He walked slowly to the bathroom, adjusted the water, stripped off his boxers and stepped into the shower. Jeez’ he never knew water could make such noise, each drop sounded like the crack of a rifle in his head.

He showered in short order, wrapped the towel around his waist and headed toward the kitchen. He turned on the coffee maker and decided to try a couple of pieces of dry toast. He opted for black coffee and filled a large mug, rescued his toast from the toaster (the timer went out on it months ago), padded to the living room and sat down on the couch. He savored his coffee and nibbled on the toast. “Think Bobby, think” he said to himself, “what happened last night”. He had always prided himself in being detailed oriented and in control, but he had to admit he was failing miserably at the present.

About that time the phone rang. Bobby’s head felt like it exploded. He caught it on the second ring. His first attempt to speak was low and hoarse. He cleared his throat, which didn’t help his head, and tried again. “Hello” he said. Cheerfully Louise’s voice chirped, “Good Morning! Sooo, how are you feeling this morning?” Bobby’s first thought was “There’s no reason for anybody to be that damn cheerful in the morning” He cleared his throat again and said “I’ve had better days. Sorry I’m running late. I’ll be in shortly” Louise replied, “Don’t worry about it. Just get over the hangover and tomorrow we will discuss the new project. I really want your input.” They talked (actually Louise did most of the talking) about the center’s opening. Finally Bobby interrupted Louise incessant chirping with the question “Louise, what else happened last night?”

“Well, if you really want to know”, she responded, Bobby swallowed hard and closed his eyes in dread.

“Let’s see,” Louise began. “Do you remember after the ceremony, you and I stayed to clean up?” Bobby hesitated then replied, “Yeah. And?” Louise continued “I challenged you to a drinking contest. Who could drink the most tequila shots before getting buzzed.” “I guess I showed you,” he replied. Louise laughed and it made Bobby’s heart jump. “I stopped at four or five. You were still throwing them back. I lost count but between the two of us we polished off almost two bottles of tequila. You know Goren, I figured you could hold your liquor better than that.” Bobby grunted and rubbed his forehead. Louise continued with the story, “Well, you were knee-walking drunk by the time Sam and his fiancée arrived to take me home. Anyway Sam drove you home in your car and she and I followed in her car. We finally got you in the apartment and got you to bed.”

After several moments of awkward silence, Bobby swallowed hard and said, “Um, Thanks.” Louise chucked that throaty chuckle that made Bobby catch his breath, “You’re welcome,” she answered. She continued “Well, I need to get off the phone and let you nurse that hangover. Remember; drink plenty of liquids, liquids of the non-alcoholic kind.” Again that chuckle than was hers and hers alone. The phone clicked off.

Bobby held the receiver to his ear for a few more moments before he placed it in the cradle. He sat quietly and finished his coffee. He slide forward on the couch, leaned back and rested his head on back of the couch. His eyes filled as he thought about the death of his mother, his brother, the circumstances in which he left Major Case. He mulled over the conversion with Louise. Marriage, doting on children, grandchildren and growing old with the love of his life was not his to own. A tear ran down his cheek. It was ONLY A DREAM.

Chapter 8 – New Projects

Louise gave Bobby directions to her house. It was in an exclusive street near the Park, and as soon as she told him the name, he almost hyper-ventilated.

As they approached he saw that a sturdy wall surrounded it, and hefty gates were closed against the drive. He stopped, and Louise climbed out to press her thumb against an entry pad. The gates opened and they drove inside.

The house was Art Deco – a favourite period of Bobby’s – and was large but understated. The white stucco walls were immaculate. There was a flat roof which appeared to have a lushly-planted terrace. Another thumb-pad gave them entry into the impressive hall. It was lined in maple and a staircase swept up to a gallery with geometric balustrade. On the walls were a few well-spaced paintings by identifiable masters from several periods.

Bobby didn’t know if he was surprised, disappointed or delighted. He loved the house. But it seemed incongruous that a woman like Louise Gardner would hang on to the family mansion and all the trappings of wealth it contained.

As if she read his mind, Louise smiled and said, “It’s my only indulgence. My great-grandfather built it, and though his grandchildren didn’t let me share in it, I still feel connected when I’m here.” She paused and looked at him, then felt the need to add, “It’s not as if keeping this means withholding funds from the various projects.” Damn, it sounded like weak justification. She had lost his respect. If she had to sell the house to get that back, she would. She just hoped it wasn’t too late.

Bobby turned her comments over in his mind, and they made sense. This house was all she really knew about her family. Of course she couldn’t sell it.
“It’s beautiful,” he said. “I don’t think I’d sell it if it were mine.”
Relieved, she offered him the tour of the house.

For the next half hour they went from room to room and indulged themselves in the beauty of the house and its contents. From the lounge, four sets of french windows led into a large garden with ponds, fountains and, surprisingly, a few modern additions, like a bank of solar panels, disguised by clever planting. There was a pool house, and behind a wall stood a smaller building.

“That was built by my great-grandfather to get his children out of the house. Apparently they just wouldn’t move out! There was a separate annexe for the servants, but I had it dismantled and moved to another site so that the small house would have a garden. It’s where my housekeeper and her husband, the groundsman, live with their two children.”

“Only you would dedicate such a house to your employees,” said Bobby, in a tone that he hoped she realised was approving.

“I don’t know,” she said. “It’s just the right thing. The house I had dismantled and moved? It’s out near the rest of their family, and when they want to retire, it’s theirs.”
Finally Louise took Bobby upstairs. The master suite had another bank of french windows, this time opening on to the terrace he’s seen from the drive. It was a beautiful private haven. Louise pulled open a wardrobe and unhooked a red blouse and some black jeans. “Red makes me feel slutty,” she said. She undid the tie Bobby had strung round her waist and slid out of the shirt. Releasing her thong, she stood in the thigh-high black leather boots and nothing else.

How could a man stand it? Bobby moaned and covered the floor in two strides. He swept her up and in two more he stretched her on the bed and, pausing only to rip off his own encumbrances, he was beside her, and exploring her, pleasuring her, entering her and thrusting his way to another mind-blowing orgasm.

They lay companionably on the huge bed, caressing, kissing, moaning their pleasure, but unable to utter a word. It was a full ten minutes before either of them was compos mentis again.

I have to do this, thought Bobby. I can’t let this go on without saying this to her.
“Louise,” he whispered into her ear, his breath making her body vibrate with longing, “I have to say something to you, but I’m not sure how you’ll take it.”

Suddenly, her heart seemed to stop. He was going to tell her there was someone else. Or that he wasn’t the kind to commit. Or that he didn’t really find her attractive. Or that the house – damn the house!

Trembling, her voice shaking, she took a deep breath and said, “OK, I’m ready.” LIAR! She would never be ready for this brush-off.

Smooching her cheek, Bobby said, “I love you.”

She almost screamed with relief, with joy. Tears filled her eyes. “I love you too,” she said.

He kissed her all over her face, licked away her salty tears, and working his way down to her sensitive spots (Lord, did any woman ever have so many sensitive spots?) he brought her to a climax to end all climaxes. As their bodies joined again, they repeated their words of love. Neither one could believe they had finally found happiness. Each vowed to make sure this little corner of heaven would be theirs forever.

Much later, as the sun began to sink below the horizon, they showered again and dressed. They had missed a meal along the way, and with so much exertion, they were feeling very hungry. Bobby’s love for cooking suited Louise fine – she had no love of the culinary arts – and as they sat down to the finest omelette she had ever eaten, they began tentatively to discuss the future.

“Have you had any thoughts about the next project we might develop?” Bobby asked.
“I have a few ideas rattling round in my excuse for a brain,” she replied. “One possibility is to start a well-digging programme in some of the neediest parts of Africa.”

“Sounds great,” said Bobby. “But I have one that I think you might enjoy planning.”
She looked at him with a thoughtful frown, then a smile. “Can’t wait to hear it,” she said.

“It’s our wedding,” said Bobby. “Will you marry me?”
Bobby was sure that the shriek followed by her dropping her knife and fork and rushing round the table to throw her arms round his neck was a “Yes”.



On Bobby’s 80th birthday, his family gathered round to celebrate in fitting style. His daughter Alexandra, a human rights lawyer, had brought his eldest grandchild, a sweet little girl called Francesca, along with her husband, a civil engineer specialising in large-scale projects in developing countries. His son Danny, who worked as a doctor in a free clinic, and frequently flew to trouble spots around the world with Medecins Sans Frontieres, came with his pregnant fiancé and their little boy Jimmy.

Bobby’s former partner, Alex Eames, brought along her husband Tom, the retired manager of a community project downtown, and her two grown children. Julie was studying for a PhD at Columbia and Joe had taken over the reins from his dad.
Bobby and Alex spoke wistfully of their days in Major Case, but in the end agreed that their days of public service had taken the right turn when they left. Life had been more fulfilling After Major Case.

Chapter 7 – Pain

Louise reluctantly pushed Bobby off her and on to his back beside her. She looked down at his huge, erect penis and thought, “What have I let myself in for? This is going to hurt.”

She ran her hand along his thick shaft, then grasping it at its base, she lowered her face and wrapped her lips around the tip. With her tongue she explored and with her lips she gripped, but she knew she could not take him entirely in her mouth. He was massive, she would gag.

Ever-sensitive, Bobby understood her tentativeness. “Don’t worry,” he said. He reached towards the drawer of his night stand and, opening it, he grabbed a condom. She stayed his hand. That’s OK,” she said. He knew he should enquire further, but he didn’t want to ruin the moment.

Rolling back on top of her, he again parted her, and began to slide inside her. He was slow and gentle, but it wasn’t long before he felt the resistance of her hymen, and saw the tears in the corners of her eyes as she bit back the pain. He stopped. She shook her head, looking into his concerned eyes. “It’s now or never,” she said, “and I don’t want it to be never.”

He forced his way deep within her as carefully as he could until his full length was submerged in her. Slowly, gently, he began to thrust. She gripped him, desperate to find a way to tolerate the pain. He kissed her, and his tongue mirrored above what his cock was doing below. Gradually the tempo picked up, until he was thrusting ever faster, and soon (too soon, he wanted it to last forever!) his body juddered in an orgasm such as he couldn’t remember experiencing before.

He remained inside her as he subsided, giving her soft kisses on the lips, nose, eyelids. When he finally withdrew, he saw that there was blood, and guilt coursed through him. He lay beside her for a while, his arm around her, pulling her across his torso. Then, kissing her forehead, he slid from the bed and went to the bathroom, returning with towels, some damp, some dry. Carefully he cleaned first her, then himself. Then he swapped the covers for the ones in the guest room, while she lay there watching him, breathing slowly and seemingly perfectly relaxed. In fact she was facing a huge internal battle with her modesty.

When he was finished, Bobby brought them each a glass of chilled white wine. They lay propped up in bed, as close as they could be, sipping and cuddling.

“I understand why I’m attracted to you,” Bobby said. “But I’m damned if I can see why I appeal to you. I’m glad I seem to, though.”

Louise smiled and rubbed her head into his chest. Raising a hand to his broad shoulders, she said, “There isn’t one thing about you that I don’t adore. Don’t be so modest. You’re handsome, kind, loving, and very very masculine. You’re the kind of Alpha Male a woman dreams of finding. I just can’t believe my luck in finding you.”

At last they snuggled down and, with Bobby’s arms around Louise, spooning in the traditional way, they fell asleep. Bobby awoke a few times during the night, and felt as if he would like to make love to her again, but he knew she would be sore, so he let her sleep.

Next morning, Louise awoke to breakfast in bed. Bobby was wearing just an apron, which couldn’t hide his pleasure in looking at her naked form. She pushed aside the breakfast tray.

“It looks like you’d prefer seconds,” she smiled. Bobby responded, in all senses of the word. He climbed in beside her and leaned over her, caressing her, then fondling, and finally, in a repeat performance of the night before, brought her to an electrifying climax before satisfying his own passion.

They lay, sated, happy, till Louise reached over and retrieved the tray. “I think I have an appetite,” she said, helping herself to a bowl of cereal and some toast. Bobby did the same, and poured some lukewarm coffee.

Eventually Bobby rose from the bed. “I guess I’d better get ready and go to the Centre.” He sounded reluctant.

“Bobby,” said Louise, “you’ve done your bit. Leave it to those you’ve employed to run it. You can always call in later,” she added, seeing the doubt on his face. She went to join him, flinging her arms round his neck. “I don’t know about you, but I need a shower.”

Bobby led her into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Together they stepped inside and took a long soak. They soaped each other in all their most personal places, with much giggling and lots of kissing.

“You’re even taller in the shower than you are in real life,” Louise laughed.
“Well, you’re much shorter without those 5” heels,” he countered. Then he lifted her up to his height and kissed her some more.

After they had dried one another thoroughly, as Bobby selected his clothes and began to dress, Louise looked at the leather jumpsuit in despair.

“Bobby,” she said, “I have a problem.” Bobby looked at her inquisitively, then at the jumpsuit. He roared with his own inimitable laughter. Going to the wardrobe, he fished out one of his dress shirts. “Try this on for size,” he said.

“Oh you are joking!” said Louise, slipping her arms into the sleeves and disappearing inside it. Bobby stepped forward and rolled up the sleeves several times. He buttoned the shirt, then whisked out a belt and wound it round her waist. It was only about a foot too long. Scratching his head, he suddenly had an idea. He took out one of his most colourful ties and tied it round her. “Ta-ra!” he said, and turned her round to face the mirror. It looked just as if...she was wearing a large man’s shirt secured round the waist with a tie. They both collapsed with laughter.
“Look,” said Bobby, “it will do for getting to my car. I guess I’d better take you to your place after all. You just need to tell me where it is.”

Chapter 6 – Pleasure

“I’m sorry,” said Bobby. He breathed into her hair, inhaled the scent of it, kissed it, ruffled it.

“You didn’t do anything,” Louise said. She hesitated, a smile twitching at the corners of her mouth. “Except you got a little bit jealous.”

She had no idea what happened next, but somehow, amid twists and twirls, she was flat on her back on the rug, Bobby above her, kneeling astride her, her arms over her head, pinioned at the wrists, and his face inches from hers.

She wriggled and struggled and squealed for mercy, but his answer was to fix her with his gentle brown eyes, lower his face to hers and gently rub noses. She gave in to his grasp, and revelled in the contact, which soon turned into a long, deep, penetrating kiss. As his grip relaxed, she slid her arms out and round his back, unable to comprehend the massive bulk of the man. The sensation should have been oppressive, but for the first time in her life, she felt safe, protected. Maybe, she hoped, even cherished.

At length he broke off the kiss, reluctantly, slowly, and pushed himself up on his forearms to gaze searchingly into her eyes, looking for pleasure, happiness, consent. He saw them all, and more.

Raising himself further, he stood, bent over to scoop her up in his arms. Then, excitingly, he threw her over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift, and carried her through to the bedroom she had longed to see. But now she was too busy looking at Bobby to notice the deep blues and muted greys, the plush bed with dark silky covers. He lay her on top, then stood back and surveyed his prize. He thought: This is going to be like unzipping a large black banana, but wisely pushed the thought aside. He said, “Shall I make you a little more comfortable?”

Louise offered him a foot clad in a knee high stiletto boot. “Would this be a good place to start?” she asked. Bobby obligingly unzipped the boot and pulled it off, then repeated the action with the other foot. Then he turned his attention to the tight black leather jumpsuit. It zipped up to the top of the breastbone, but the zipper had not been pulled up so far. A quantity of cleavage was showing, and he slipped a finger inside before sliding it down to the tab of the zip and opening the jumpsuit inch by inch.

There was no bra to catch his finger. He continued down, finally finding the top of a thong. He had soon revealed it – rich red silk with black lace trim. He stopped. Louise moaned. “Why have you stopped?” she asked.

Bobby’s answer was to lift her shoulders and peel the suit back, then gradually roll it down till it had reached her hips. Then he lifted her feet and, grasping the legs of the suit, pulled it free from her body and dropped it on to the floor. She lay there in just the thong, displaying almost every charm to his appreciative gaze. What next? she wondered.

Bobby surprised her by lying next to her, leaning across her, propped on one arm, running the other hand from her collar bone down to her pubis. Then he looked again into her eyes, and decided to ask her a question he found difficult to phrase.
“You know how you said you didn’t have much luck in making friends?” She nodded. “What about the male variety? I mean, how...” He really did not know how to continue.

Luckily, Louise did. “How many times have I been in this position before? How many lovers have I had? How experienced am I?” Bobby smiled shyly and nodded. Louise continued, “Well, I’ve never had a boyfriend, and I’ve never made love. The son of one of the families my parents farmed me out to did some experimental probing, against my will. After that, I never let anyone get close enough to try anything.”

Her frankness shocked Bobby a little. He didn’t know what to do next.

“But this situation, I’ve been anticipating for a while now, and hoping for. I can’t say I’ve been saving myself for you, but when I met you, I just knew that you were the one I wanted to help me forget my reluctance, my fears. If you’d like to.”

For answer, Bobby kissed her again, and as he did so, his hand scooped her thong away and threw it from the bed.

He was suddenly aware how overdressed he was compared to his lovely, naked companion. He leaned up and started to unbutton his shirt. Louise pushed herself half up from the bed to help him by loosening his belt, then working on his jeans. She was slightly surprised to find that underneath them he was free from underwear. As she pushed the jeans down, she discovered that his penis was hugely erect, as it sprang out of its denim prison. She ran her hand along the shaft, rubbing the tip with her thumb. Now it was Bobby’s turn to moan.

Removing first her hand, then his jeans and shirt, he murmured, “You first.” Then he returned his attention to her own naked form.

Kissing and kneading her nipples, he worked his way down to her sex. She was natural, unwaxed (he had somehow known this would not be something she had really taken any notice of in her grooming) and he slid his fingers into the hair, searching for the cleft beneath. With his other hand he raised her knees and parted them, laying her open to his attentions. Sliding a finger inside her, he ran it along her slit, spreading her juices to her stiffening clitoris. He rubbed it with his thumb. He inserted another finger and pumped inside of her. Then, just as she thought she could not take any more pleasure, he lowered his mouth to her vulva and, clamping his lips over it, he probed, licked and sucked. She arched her back and offered herself up to him in a state of mindless pleasure, till she exploded with an orgasm of the most incredible intensity.

After a few moments she returned to her senses. Gazing up at him, she whispered, “Your turn.”

Chapter 5 – Misunderstandings

Louise knew Bobby’s address from his personnel file, but she had no idea about the neighbourhood, other than that it was suburban.

As it turned out, it was quite leafy and peaceful. The apartment was at street level, and the entrance was clean and bright.

Bobby parked the car, and went round to open Louise’s door and help her out. She was grateful – the leather gear was not very practical for getting out of a low vehicle like this, and the boots – black, knee-high, and with small platforms and five-inch heels - didn’t help.

As he pulled her up by the hands, somehow she managed to snake her arms round his neck till there was not a millimetre between them. She looked up into his eyes, tilted her head, and parted her lips.

Bobby could not mistake this invitation, nor could he resist it. Sliding his arms round her and holding her tightly to him, he pressed his lips to hers, parting her lips further with his tongue, and slipping it into her mouth.

They stayed locked in this position for some moments before Bobby pulled his face from hers and said, “What would the neighbours say?” He smiled shyly.

Bobby took her into a small hallway from which led a large kitchen. But Bobby steered her to the right, towards a cosy, masculine living room, decorated in blacks, greys and browns.

Ushering her to the plush black sofa, Bobby offered to get her something to drink.

“Coffee would be good,” she said, rather deflated that he had not whisked her straight into the bedroom.

Bobby went to the kitchen, leaving Louise free to explore. One wall was floor-to-ceiling bookcases. There were books on a wide range of subjects – psychology, crime, law, art, history, and of course literary works of all kinds and from all periods. A man after her own intellect. The music collection was just as eclectic, from Mozart to The Beatles, and a lot of more recent stuff she herself could not appreciate.

She was just about to thumb through some of his magazines when Bobby returned with the coffees. She sat on the sofa, and he put her cup in front of her before himself settling at the opposite end. Louise’s heart sank. She had been too forward. She had misread Bobby’s feelings. All sorts of reasons for her failure to attract him ran through her head, but top of the list was her complete inability to form relationships other than working ones.

Bobby’s thoughts were both similar, and completely different. In the kitchen, he had tried to imagine why she had draped herself over his car with the apparent intention of seducing him. He was too old, too poor, too ordinary. No, scratch the “too poor”, she was not that shallow. But she had arrived with Sam Deed, dressed to kill, and the only possible explanation that made any sense was that she meant to attract Sam, but having failed, and being a little the worse for drink, was resigned to putting up with his older, greyer counterpart.

Feeling grim, he finished making the coffees and returned to the living room. Louise was browsing through his record collection, as he might have expected had he thought about it. When she sat at one end of the sofa, he could not bring himself to sit beside her. He didn’t want to put her in a position she would regret in the morning, so he sat at the opposite end. Straight away, he could feel her disappointment. Better now than later, he thought. He launched into a conversation that must bring her to her senses.

“So,” he said, “how long have you known Sam Deed?”

So that’s it, she thought, he imagines a relationship between Sam and me. Or perhaps he thinks I’d like one. Let’s give it to him straight.

“Sam is engaged to a young woman who used to work with me at one of the charities,” she said. “In fact, it was her idea for us to arrive on Sam’s bike – she even lent me these leathers.” She stretched out an elegant leg and twirled the ankle. “I really should have brought something to change into.” In fact, all she could think of was peeling them off – or having Bobby do so for her.

Bobby looked abashed. But he was still not convinced that she knew what she was doing, this lovely young woman who could have anyone she chose. Why would she opt for an average guy like him?

“You work too hard,” he said. “You should be out with your friends, having fun.”
“What friends are those?” Louise asked. “Even Sam’s girlfriend is only a former colleague. I don’t make friends easily.” Or lovers, she thought.

“I can’t believe that,” said Bobby. “You’re smart, beautiful, kind –“

“And totally unable to form relationships,” she finished off his thought with one of her own.

“Don’t forget that my childhood was spent being passed around by my parents to anyone who would agree to look after me, so that they could go off gallivanting in their carefree way. I never spent two school breaks in a row with the same people. Though there was a long queue to take me, because my parents paid so well to have me taken off their hands.”

Bobby hadn’t realised how neglected she had been, how desperate she was for affection. Was he up to the challenge of providing her with loving support? He moved along the sofa and put his arm round her. She rested her head on his shoulder and sighed. Contentedly.