Leaving Home Chapter 5

Leaving Home
Chapter 5


We’d left the restaurant at 8:45, and the sky had become cloudy and overcast, so the night was black as pitch when we passed through Calabash around ten after nine. The road forms a big “S” with a right turn that takes it down near the ICW and a left that runs roughly parallel to the waterway. We were about a mile from the house when I first noticed the bright blue, red, and white blinking lights in the distance. As we approached, we realized the lights were coming from my driveway.

Sunset Beach has its police force, but the sheriff and his deputies still do the majority of law enforcement. As I parked on the front lawn, one car from each agency was in the driveway. Of course, one of the town officers challenged me until I identified myself as the house's owner. “What happened?”

“We got an alert from the alarm company. Your sliding glass door was forced open. Looks like they got some of your stuff. I’d like you to check and tell us what.”

“Doug, do you think they stole your computers?”

“No, they’re locked in place, and the password is fourteen symbols long, so I doubt they were able to gain access to my files.” We walked in to find a lot of vandalism—torn cushions from my almost new leather couch, marker on the walls, beer missing from the fridge. They’d also gotten my iPad and a laptop I used for email or writing if I wanted to watch TV. There was nothing of value on the hard drive. I wasn’t foolish enough to put my billion-dollar investment program on something so easily lost or stolen. However, that didn’t mean I didn’t have a nasty surprise for the thieves.

“We know kids did this. Real burglars don’t destroy furniture or write on the walls. We believe their MO is to knock on doors. If someone answers, they ask for someone who doesn’t live there. If nobody answers, they break in and steal what they can. I sure would like to catch these bastards.”

“Come to my office, and I’ll show you where they are.” He looked confused, but he followed Jennie and me into the room. “I have a Ph.D. in computer engineering, so I’ve taken my laptop and iPad and made a few changes to how they operate. There’s a password but no special password screen, so if you don’t know about it, you’ll open the computer and activate a GPS chip I installed. I can pull up a map showing their location in seconds. Hold on a sec….” I activated the GPS tracker using the icon on my desktop. Initially, there were two dots—one red for the laptop and one green for the iPad, but a minute later, I had the latitude and longitude down to the nearest second. A map appeared when I pressed F12, and I could zoom in on the address.
“Once they turn these on, the GPS will continue independently whether the unit is on or off. Okay, 3746 Duncan Street. That’s just up the road on the left past that big pond with the observation deck.”

“We’re on the way. We can get a full search warrant based on what we have. With our new technology, the judge’s staff can send it to my vehicle, and I can print it out. How’s that for service? Will you be home tomorrow morning? I want to send one of the day deputies over to fill you in. If we’re lucky, we’ll find some of the other stuff they’ve taken, too.” We shook hands, and they were gone less than a minute later.

“What’re we going to do about this mess? I can’t believe they were so destructive, Doug.”

“I’ll contact my insurance company first thing tomorrow morning. Well, maybe not the first thing, but early then, I’ll call the painters and, finally, the furniture company to get a replacement for the couch. Then I’ll need a fence company and must postpone our meeting with the dog trainer. I probably should have taken more precautions, but as the saying goes—there’s no sense crying over spilled milk. I’m sure I will get my laptop and iPad back, but it will take time, unfortunately. Why don’t we go to bed?”

“Good idea; I’m too stuffed to even think about dealing with this now.” She held out her hand, and I took it as we walked together to the bedroom. We stripped and showered, but no sex tonight. I went to sleep quickly with a promise of a great blowjob in the morning.

I got it, too—first thing, exactly as promised, and well worth waiting for. Jennie sucked me dry, leaving me exhausted again at 6:30. We rested together and rose at seven. I fixed a breakfast of bacon and French toast for us. I would have preferred for us to be naked, but I half expected a visit from the law, and I knew May would be here around nine--thus, my sweatshirt and jeans while Jennie wore a sweater and Capri’s.

We ate in the kitchen, looking out toward the marsh and waterway, a dozen slices of hot egg-soaked bread, a pound of crisp bacon, butter, and genuine Vermont maple syrup. I ate quietly, but Jennie was ecstatic. “Damn, Doug, this is the best breakfast I’ve ever had.”

“Thanks for the compliment, even if it isn’t true. Your mother must have done something right in the kitchen, even if only once.”

“My mother never made breakfast. She’s the reason why I can’t stomach cold cereal. I must have had frosted flakes a thousand days in a row, then shredded wheat for the next thousand. Besides, don’t you know never to refuse a compliment?”

“I do now, so why don’t we finish up so I can get to work?” We dug in, eating like we had last night. We tackled the dishes together, and Jennie volunteered to make the bed while I was on the phone. My first call was to my insurance agent. He told me he would get the crime report from the sheriff’s office. Next, I rang Sunset Painting. They were two brothers from New Jersey—Al and Joe. They were good workers and always showed up on time. Ten minutes later, we had an appointment for Saturday morning. I ended the call when May and Le’andra walked in, ready to work.

“My lord, Mistuh Doug, what happened on earth?”

“There was Burglary and vandalism…last night. Just work around it until the adjuster shows up. He should be here by one. Jennie and I will handle it if you’re gone when he comes. Okay? Good. I must make a few more calls now, so please excuse me.” I returned to the office while they got to work.

My call went to a major furniture store in High Point, in the western half of North Carolina. Many people think of it as the furniture capital of the world, and they’re probably right. I spoke to a salesperson and gave her the invoice number for my order. She found it on her computer and told me I could duplicate the order in ten days. They even had my credit card on file.

I was about to place another call when my phone rang. It was a sheriff’s deputy. I made an appointment to meet with him in an hour. He was early, which was okay with me. “We got them, Mr. Preston. They’re all eighth graders at the middle school in Shallotte. We busted the address you gave us at 11:00 last night and found your equipment and a closet full of electronics from the other jobs they pulled. I thought the kid’s father was going to kill him. They’re not poor. Dad’s a service manager at one of the car dealers in Shallotte. The kid—Duane Putnam—gave up his pals in a heartbeat. They’re all up in Bolivia in the courthouse. I understand the judge gave them hell. They’ll be held responsible for restitution on all damages.”

I couldn’t keep from laughing. “They might be able to pay my painting bill, but my couch cost $8,000. Besides, I have insurance that will cover almost all of it. If the insurance company wants to go after them, that’s their business.” We shook hands, and I walked to the deck to start the grill. It was Thursday—hot dog day—for Jennie and me, especially for May and Alexandra.

My usual job with the dogs was done; I called Jennie, May, and Le’andra to the table. I poured four pieces of Pepsi while they prepared their plates. Like every other week, May’s and Le’andra’s plates were filled by the time I sat next to Jennie. I noticed there was tension in the air. In previous weeks, lunch was punctuated with lively conversation. Today was marked by a stony silence. I resolved to get to the bottom of it once Jennie and I were alone again.

May had finished by two, so I took Jennie’s hand and led her to the couch. “Want to tell me what’s happening with you and May?”

Jennie lowered her head and turned away. “Oh…it’s nothing.”

I lifted Jennie’s chin with my finger and leaned in for a lingering kiss. “Okay, it isn’t. Tell me about it. You know I’m here to support you.”

There was a tear in her eye when she turned to face me. “May told me I was a slut and a tramp because I was sleeping with you, both figuratively and literally. She said it was bad enough when I was in the other room, but now the situation was intolerable. That’s what she told me, intolerable.”

“I have to agree. It is intolerable.” Jennie looked hurt and confused as I lifted the cordless phone from its charger. May was on the speed dial. A few seconds later, May was on the line as I clutched Jennie. “Hi, May—Jennie tells me you have some moral issues with her living here with me.”

I like you, Mistuh Doug, but that woman is causing you to sin. You all will be heading straight to the devil.

“I guess this goes against your conscience.”

It does, Mistuh Doug. It indeed does.

“Well, May I never want you to do something that goes against your conscience, so I’m going to resolve it right this very minute.”

Praise the Lord. Thank you, Mistuh Doug.

“May, you’re fired. I don’t want you ever to come back. I’ll have to find another cleaning company that knows how to mind its business. Don’t worry about my key. I’ve been considering upgrading my locks; now’s the perfect time. I’ll also change my alarm code. Thank you for sharing your thoughts, May, even though the entire matter is not your concern. I’ll miss our Thursday lunches. Goodbye, May, and good luck.” I ended the call before she could respond and blocked her number.

“That tell you anything?”

She reached up to kiss me before responding, “Yes. I couldn’t believe what she said to me. You’re doing something good—something delicious—and all she could say was how bad it was and how I would burn in hell.”

“I’m sorry, Jen. That should never have happened. Let me get the phone book so I can find another company.” I retrieved the book from the closet, and less than a minute later, I was thumbing through the yellow pages. I found several and picked Blue Ribbon only because I liked the appearance of their half-page ad. I was pleased when someone answered on the second ring. I set up an appointment for the following afternoon.

Jennie and I were kissing and touching each other, and she had my cock out and had begun to lick when we heard the doorbell ring. “Damn,” she exclaimed. “Just when the fun was starting. I’ll get the door.” She answered and called back, “It’s the adjuster, Doug.”

His card said his name was Peter Malcolm, Independent Insurance Adjuster. He shook my hand and took a good look around. “Wow, what a mess.
Was this an expensive couch?”

“You might say so. It cost me $8,000. I have the receipt in my office.” Jennie trotted down the hall, returning shortly with my file. I handed it to Mr. Malcolm.

“Do you have replacement value in your policy?”

“Of course.”

“Then you’ll get the total value of the couch plus the cost of repainting. They’ll have to prime the area again, or these foul words will bleed through.
That’s especially true since your walls are white. Do you have a copy of the policy handy?”

I did, and once again, Jennie was running down the hall. She returned with it in her hand. “Oh, I see you have a $1,000 deductible. I’ll estimate your painting job at $500 and your couch at $8,000, so your insurer will send you a check for $7,500. I’ll hold off for about a week. Let me know if your painting comes in at a higher figure. You might want to sue the parents for the money. I’m sure the company will. Well, I have another appointment.
Keep my card in case you have to contact me again.” We shook hands, and he left. Jennie locked the door behind him.

“Can we resume where we left off?”

“Yes, my dear…we most certainly can.” I rose from the couch and took her hand. We walked together, kissing and groping each other, into the bedroom, where our clothes fell to the floor like rain. Jennie pulled me down right on top of her with a laugh. We looked into each other’s eyes for a second, and then we came together in a powerful embrace and a torrid kiss that went on and on as our tongues dueled and danced. We rolled from one side of the bed to the other.

I’m only human, and there was a limit to what I could endure without needing to be inside her hot tight cunt. Luckily, Jennie had shown an ability to read my mind. She rolled me over onto my back while pulling a condom from my night table. She had it unrolled down my throbbing organ in a flash, and then she slowly descended onto it, savoring the sensations of her tissues stretching around me. I’m not huge by anyone’s imagination, but I know I’m above average at just over seven inches long and almost six inches in circumference. All I know is that in my limited experience, I’d never received even a single complaint about it. On the contrary, my cock had received several accolades, even earning a blue ribbon from one of my undergrad conquests.

“That’s the part I love best, Doug—the part when you stretch the bejeezus out of my cunt.”

“If only May could see you now. Her conscience must be driving her crazy right about now.” I chuckled a bit before kissing Jennie again.

“Enough fooling around; can we get down to business now?” I nodded as I drove into her with force, lifting her bodily from the bed. We fucked in earnest now, forcing our bodies together with speed and power. Jennie was rubbing her poor clit raw in her desire to cum. She spread her legs even farther, causing her clit from its hood then her eyes became as big as saucers as the sensations overcame her. She screamed at the top of her lungs as her body shook and, for the first time—squirted, covering my abdomen in her aromatic juice. Finally, exhausted, she collapsed onto my body. I held her tightly, thinking, “I love you.”


To be continued