Cougar House Ep. 069: Goode Grief

1:20 PM!

One on One Apartments!

Landlord Drew Hardesty had sunk every penny he made into his apartment complex. Relaxing in one of them he made a nice living off of the other eleven one-bedroom units. Retirement was cozy for the 70-year-old in his final days. All he had to do was maintain and catch his reruns of I Love Lucy. Always cheery, always courteous, Drew took care of his tenants well.

Seeing as he had twelve apartments, he was so nice he even made his rounds of each apartment subtracting one hundred dollars off their rent utilizing a hat draw system just to keep them there. More than fair, each month was a new tenant to save a bit of money. Twelve units he only lost twelve hundred a year. It was worth it to see them happy and keeping him out of debt.

Today was furnace filter day. Once a month he invited himself into their lives just to change out the filters to keep them efficient. Having a Master key, he would let himself in and leave a courtesy note and a Hershey's Kiss to let them know he was there. No one ever complained of his invasion. He did knock first and knew everyone's schedule. They loved the old codger to death. He would be missed!

BOOM!

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"What was that?"

Grace Goode walked alongside her bicycle with her friend Maria Salazar on the other side steadying her newly acquired young niece, Lola. The adorable deaf girl however hadn't heard the explosion in the distance to warrant cries of uncertainty. Plucking Lola from her seat Maria took off running. With smoke rising and sirens wailing on their way to the accident she just knew it was her home. Had Lola's father found them that fast? A warning shot so to speak. With a burger joint across the street Grace hopped on her mountain bike and caught up to Maria.

"Where are you going?"

"To seek cover in the McDonald's. I fear Lola's father has tracked her caretaker here and is sending me a threat that I cannot hide."

"You're just presuming! Go sit in there and I'll head home to see if it's even our place. There are fifty other homes around us Maria. I'll come back shortly. Get Lola a Happy Meal."

"I have no money on me."

Circling back on her bike Grace stopped and dug into her fanny pack. She always kept ten dollars just in case. Handing it off to Maria she simply said, "Keep her safe." Turning around Grace shot off down the block. With police cars arriving ahead of her, the more she worried, they were going in the right direction.

"There's Officer Whitmore and Riley Filmore." More, the merrier! A Wildwood firetruck sounding to get out of the way was let through, Chyna Whitmore closing off traffic by leaving her car flashing and standing on the street directing people from the area. The busty blonde did her job even though she was worn out after last night at Margo Needy's estate. This explosion could have meant things were not over.

Rolling up on Chyna, Grace stopped next to her. Knowing Chyna well due to her Aunt Sally from her father's church they were acquainted. "What's going on, Chyna?"

"Stay away! Apartment explosion over at Drew Hardesty's place."

"I rent from Drew. Oh, my God!"

"Shit! Go on, just stay out of everyone's way. I hope your place survives; report says it's going up fast. It might take out the whole complex."

"Crap!"

Grace thanked Chyna and rode on through, staying on sidewalks rather than the street to avoid cars leaving their homes as directed by firefighters. Smoke in the air was billowing in thick clouds, flames seen over the other houses in the distance. Panic was minimal but still enough to bring tears to residents having to flee and not knowing for certain the end results.

Her own emotions were welling up the closer she intruded on the scene. In all honesty she was surprised Chyna let her into harm's way. While yes, she had things to lose in her apartment, like furniture but those could be replaced. She had renters' insurance thanks to her father. Clothing loss and memorabilia were more bothersome. Her trophy's from running track in high school made her pout. Those would be harder to replace. At least she wasn't home when this all happened.

Having taken little Lola to the small park near the drop off point Grace and Maria were saved the jolt of actually being at home at the time. Even Maria was going to lose what little she had in the world. Unlike Grace her apartment was furnished by the owner, so her losses were more intimate. No money was definitely going to hit her hard.

Coming up on the blaze and the chaos of multiple firetrucks from surrounding towns she stopped at a safe distance. Seeing Riley Filmore and Officer Mitchell Byrd escorting homeowners to safety Grace rolled up on Byrd, Mitchell having graduated two years ahead of her back in the day. He too had run track.

"Hey, Mitch."

"Get to a safer locale, Goody Two-Shoes." His nickname for her track star status.

"I live in those apartments."

"Not anymore. That whole place is going down."

"Any casualties?"

"Only one that the firefighters and paramedics have found. Dare I say it, his body parts. The landlord took the brunt of the blast. Bomb squad out of Billingsly is on their way, but suspicion is it happened on the second story. Looks like everybody was at work or out. Glad you're still hot, just not that kind of hot." He winked but remained concerned.

"Thanks, Byrdy! Me too! I lived on the second floor. Wow!" Her heart froze in the moment, "I could have been killed."

"Which apartment?"

"2D!"

"Left to, right? The alphabet."

"Uhhh? Left almost dead center. My friend Maria lived in 2B, but I know she's okay I just had lunch with her." Cover story! "Let's, see? Ryan was in 2A, but he should be at work. Sanitation Department! 2C was some old guy who drank a lot. I think he worked days too. I avoided him. 2E was a guy named Raoul, kind of creepy but dressed nice. I saw him leave last night around 10:00 maybe. I don't see his car around so he's probably elsewhere. He left with a pool cue bag last night."

"Raoul, you say!" She turned at another voice, Deputy Sheriff Riley Filmore was walking about now that his fellow Officer Samuel N'Dolla had come in after a few hours of rest, Sam being clipped by a bullet last night. Simple bandages sufficed.

"She lived in 2D." Byrd warned Riley.

"Yeah! Hi, Deputy Filmore."

"Any idea of this Raoul's last name? Tell me what you know of this guy." Was it coincidence that a Raoul the Puma, a former Cartel hitman, had trapped his team out at Margo Needy's last night? A pool cue case could have housed his sniper rifle, broke down to look inconspicuous."

"Nothing really! He drove an old car, cream colored. Oh! He always wore tennis shoes when I saw him out. Puma's! I'd know shoes, I ran track."

"Good eye!" Riley didn't even know the car the FBI found and hauled away which belonged to Raoul. The shoes could just be irony. "Why are you in dangerous territory anyway? You need to go elsewhere and chill for a while."

"Saved by the cell." She heard her fanny pack ringing. Dragging it around her thin waist she unzipped it and procured her phone. She thought it might be Cabot Ross but noted her dad's name instead. "Daddy calling. Is it illegal to ride a bike and talk on my cell?" She straddled her mountain bike, Mitchell smiling at her cameltoe creasing under pressure against the seat.

"Stay on the sidewalk. I'll find you through your dad if I need to question you more. Thanks for the info." He waved her on. As Grace turned around Byrd became privy to her ass crease in her leggings. No panties if he were a betting man. He was like all young men at 24, horndogs!

"I graduated a couple years before Goody. She still has a sweet ass."

"Mind on the job, Byrd."

Sadly, Riley even watched her ass peddle away. It made him miss his wife. He was still grumpy over Heath Talbot's stunt today at school, putting his wife in a bad reputation so soon after her indecent exposure at the pool against Wayne Nichols. While he had been made aware that Principal Henshaw had her back, he also knew students had big mouths, not to mention cellphones that took video and pictures. He hoped she had straightened up once Talbot left. Not a chance!

Sending Heath to go get Officer Bebe Service from the Billingsly hospital was probably just as big of a mistake as letting him possess his wife. If it weren't for Frannie's nympho lust and love of being controlled, he might put his foot down. He knew how that would go. She loved him but obeying him was less glamorous as obeying another. She still gave him everything she had as a wife as long as he didn't stop her fun. Rock and a harder cock he frowned. A sit down with Heath Talbot was coming. One on One! "Ironic!" he thought, that being the name of the apartments behind him.

Stopping before going across the main road through Wildwood Grace Goode called her father back before he panicked. "I'm okay, daddy. I was out riding my bike when the explosion happened."

"Thank God!" He was getting into his car to go looking for her, his wife Bianca joining him. "Where are you now?"

"Going to meet my neighbor Maria at McDonald's. My apartment is toast dad. Every personal item I had is ash. My trophy's, my wallet with ID, any cash you gave me, clothes... "

"Can all be replaced. Even those trophies can be re-molded. Just be glad God was looking out for you."

"Oh, I am! I'll be praying extra hard tonight... uh? I might have to move..." She almost said back home then remembered her interview with Roselyn Albright.

"You know you can have your old room back."

"I know. I might for at least tonight. Do I still go to that interview with Rose Albright? That was this afternoon around 4:00. My friend Cabot was going to give me a ride to it."

"I can take you. I realize it's bad timing, but she did offer us a bunch of clothes for the church. I could discuss that with her."

"Dad? I know the timing is terrible, but can I do this by myself, without Rose thinking I brought you to secure the maid's job? I mean, she could cancel it herself once she knows I lived where the explosion occurred."

"This Cabot, the boy who gave up his tip at Hilltop?"

"Yes! You know we ran against one another in track. He's really nice."

"Potential boyfriend?" Evan grinned knowing his daughter was safe put him in better spirits.

"I wouldn't go that far." She blushed but then looked to the sky thinking, "I hope so."

"Can your mother and I at least meet you at McDonald's and get you lunch?"

"Sure! Oh! My neighbor Maria will be there. I rode over to the fire and left her at McDonald's. It's so sad daddy, she just got stuck raising her baby niece and now they're homeless."

"I'll help find her a place to live."

"You're the best. I love you! Kiss! Kiss! One for you and mommy."

"See you there in ten minutes."

"On my way!" Hanging up she started to stash her cell when a car honked on the main road and pulled into the Dry Cleaner's to her right, her side of the street. Realizing who it was she grew giddy and rode standing up to reach the car. Put in park Cabot Ross jumped out of his grandmother's old car and ran up to her. A smothering hug before she could even climb from her seat was met with emotion. "I'm okay!"

"I heard the explosion and left work as fast as I could. I didn't know."

"You could have just called."

"I know but I'm just being protective of my investment." He chuckled!

"Oh? So, I'm an investment now?"

"My bitch!" He smirked playfully! "Seriously, I'm glad you're fine. If I'd lost, you I'd have had to have looked for a hotter blonde."

"Whatever! You know you love me."

"Lust for certain. Love? Special spot, maybe." He kissed her on the lips without warning. She flared her eyes at his jumping at her to achieve his goal. The kiss was warm and welcoming. Two minutes into it he peeled away with a sigh, her eyes were still sealed and smooching open air. "Don't make me put my dick there."

"You're an ass." She laughed! "Are you even worried about Maria like this?"

"Of course, I am! She should be at the nursing home where it's safe though."

"Not quite!" Grace gnashed her perfect teeth. "She called off today."

"WHAT? Was she hurt?"

"No! We were out at Denali Park together. Um? You might want to brace yourself Cabot. She's a parent now."

"Oh, fuck! Did I knock her up?"

"You're an idiot! What kind of Master are you? I hope not anyway. No, I don't think you're the Daddy!"

"Who is?"

"She's not pregnant. Geez, Cab! Just follow me to McDonald's. I left her there for safety. Oh! My parents are meeting us there too. We should probably beat them there to avoid questions."

"Bike in the trunk." He walked away then into a sprint to unlock the car. Helping put her mountain bike in they closed the large trunk and hopped in. Turning around Cabot drove the eight blocks to the golden arches. Pulling in he looked through the windows and located Maria waving at him. Seeing Lola patting the glass he gulped. "Who's kid?"

"Her sister's. Long story! She can fill you in. Let's not go too in depth in front of my parents, okay?" He parked and the two of them left the car and walked toward the entrance. "Oh! Just a warning? Her niece is deaf. I know sign language but that's not perfect because she's only 3. Her word knowledge is probably minimal."

"Wow!"

Diverting from the door Cabot walked the sidewalk up to the window and crouched in front of Lola in a booster seat. Smiling brightly at the child, Cabot palmed the glass and was met with Lola's slap and a giggle. Good natured at least, considering this brave new world she now lived in. Finding Cabot's reaction to Lola emotional Maria too planted her hand over his through the glass. Smiling up at Maria, he blew her a kiss then stood up. Grace holding the door for him nodded with a pucker.

"Maybe you are a daddy."

"Your daddy!" He pinched her ass on the way in. She was fine with that. Her heart fluttered, maybe that was her heart-shaped ass. Both felt the love. Share and share alike! A bicycle built for two... cheeks!

Standing up to greet them Maria threw her arms around Cabot and held him tightly. Tears welling up began streaking down her face. "I have missed you, Senor Cabot." He rubbed her back, tempted to say, "I just fucked you yesterday." However, under the circumstances he tried for respect. Possibly only because people eating in the dining area were watching. Fuck them!

He eased her away then palmed her face with both hands, his thumbs wiping away her tears just before kissing her just as he had Grace. Seeing him Grace fidgeted, her mind trying to conceptualize her role in his life. Cabot Ross loved women. Take him as he is or go away. At the moment Grace was still attached.

"I'm glad you're safe." He parted his lips from hers but lingered very close. "So, expanded family?"

"I do not know what to do now that I have her. This is Lola." She turned her cheek to smile down at her niece gnawing on a French fry, big brown eyes going without blinking. She was adorable. Even Cabot had to clear his throat.

"Let's sit."

He nudged Maria back to be seated next to Lola, then motioned Grace to utilize the inside of the bench across from Lola. Easing in beside Grace he patted the table almost nervously. "Okay, explain Lola."

"My sister Lucinda's baby. Do you remember I told you I was expecting a package?" She tilted her head at Lola with a worried frown. "I had no idea it would be her daughter. My sister... I fear will never be heard from again. Lola's father is a very, very bad man. This was why I was sent to the states, to seek freedom from him. I too might have had his baby if I had stayed. My sisters and I will never see one another again. Contact has been quite scarce. If Lucinda is alive... " She made a religious pass of her fingers over her chest. "... she will be tortured. Sending Lola to me was her last hope. I do know this, she would have had to have stolen money to pay coyotes to bring Lola so far in secrecy. This alone likely saw Lucinda dead. Now I must find a new home."

"My dad is on his way here." Grace cut in, "He said he would find you shelter. I mentioned Lola but he doesn't know details. Let's not tell him about the bad guys. He's worried enough about me."

"Si! I understand. I will be very grateful to you both."

"Cabot? Just a thought... you can decide." Grace palmed his hand on the table. With his bolstered ego of late he dropped his right hand onto her leg, then slid it into her bikini area, rubbing her pussy through her leggings. A hesitant glint in her eye she let him continue just as her thoughts were being made vocal.

"I told my dad I still wanted to meet with Roselyn Albright this afternoon. Do you think that she might hire Maria as well? As a way of giving, she and Lola a chance."

"Maria has a job already. My grandma needs her." He enforced the issue. "We will find you a place to live." Reclaiming his left hand from the table beneath Grace's he stretched his legs out toward Maria's then dug into his pants pockets producing his tips for the day, a meager forty-one dollars and fifty cents. Resting it on the table he slid the money to Maria. "Here! It's not much but it feeds you two for a few days."

"Gracias, Cabot! You are most kind."

"That little package over there does not change anything Maria. I'm here for you both. Your future is in my hands. IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?"

"Si! Yes, my Master." She knew exactly what he meant. Being owned even sexually, knowing Cabot's true soul, she felt much better.

"Master?" Grace winced at Cabot.

"Yes?" He looked at Grace with swagger, as if she were calling him Master as well. She sighed at him and dropped her right hand over his in her lap. Pressing his fingers into her cameltoe as if telling him her own unspoken "Yes, Master!", she smiled until she spotted something. "Here's my mom and dad."

The proud parents walked in and found Grace waving at them. A glance at her lap, then to Cabot she expected him to remove his fingers, bad enough her wetness was seeping through the fabric of her leggings. A stain was going to be hard to hide, his hand in her snatch even harder.

Whimpering at him she hugged the table, both elbows on it. "Hey, guys! This is Maria and her niece Lola." A point at least lured her parent's attention toward something other than Grace in her situation. She knew Cabot was testing her, so did Maria. It was nice of Maria to be distracting.

"You are Grace's mommah and poppah?" Maria opted to shake their hands, wife Bianca visiting her grasp before Evan. Evan was more interested in seeing Grace so closely seated to the boy who passed on a thousand-dollar tip. He respected a man who didn't let money go to his head. Yeah, right! In reaction Evan extended a hand toward Cabot out of friendship rather than wait to greet Maria.

"Nice of you to check on my baby, Big Tipper." Evan grinned! It was time for Cabot to remove his hand, his fingers having been pressing in on Grace's vulva. Her eyes bulged as Cabot used that same hand to shake her father's. Noting a dampness in Cabot's hand the young man grinned.

"Sorry! Sweaty palms." Grace nearly died but looked away in order to compress her lips. "I heard the explosion at work. Worried, so Claude let me take the remainder of the day off. I need my girls here."

"Oh?" Bianca smiled after fluttering fingers at Lola. "Girls?"

"Yeah! Maria there cares for my grandmother at the Acres." Less on the Hellacious part with Evan being a pastor. "Maria living a few doors down from Goody Two-Shoes here." He cast a thumb at Grace as she rolled her eyes.

"Not you too! Mitchell Byrd just called me that. He was directing traffic over at the fire."

"Lola is precious." Bianca turned her attention back on Maria. "We are so sorry for your loss. If there is anything we can do to help."

"Maybe we get her a hotel room for a few days?" Grace suggested! "Oh! Mom? Lola here..." She pointed then made sign language gestures to inform her the child was deaf.

"Oh, my goodness." Bianca pouted! "We will have to develop her speech better." A pat to Maria's shoulder out of concern. "I am here to help if you need me."

"Gracias! It is very nice to know I have friends."

"Is the Wildwood Inn, okay?" Evan brought up the rundown palace. He often liked helping the little guy over the big corporations. Maria was fine with wherever she had a roof and running water. With a confirmation Evan stepped away to make a call and reserve a room. Once he was out of the picture Cabot slid his hand back down to Grace's lap, her deep inhale held she stared at him with wide eyes.

Not even looking back at her Cabot felt about and found her waistband, daring to slip his hand within. She whimpered but refused to stop him. Fingertips teasing her clit she panted but masked her features with her hand. Arching her spine slightly as a finger dipped inside her vulva, she saw her mother glance at her posture.

"Stop slouching." Bianca insisted in between talking with a gabby Maria. Grace sat up straight and put her elbows back on the table.

"Yeah! Stop sloshing." Cabot chuckled, Bianca smiling at his effort to change her daughter. Sloshing sounded enough like slouching, so it went right over Bianca's head. A sneer from Grace she begged with her eyes for him to stop. Ha! He added another finger and carefully moved in and out of the blonde. A hateful glare shared; her expression quickly switched to yearn. It felt incredible!

"All set!" Evan returned, Cabot recalling his fingertips, glossy from Grace's juiciness. "Safe housing for three days on me."

"Thank you so very much." Maria expressed vividly. "I will donate time to your church."

"That would be very welcomed, Maria." Bianca replied! "I'll teach you sign language."

"Bless you, Senora. Grace offered this as well. It will make things much easier as she gets older."

"I'm sure you lost everything in the fire as well." Evan brought up. "Perhaps some of the clothing Roselyn Albright is donating might fit Maria. We can go by Wal-Mart and purchase a few outfits for Lola there."

"Speaking of Rose." Cabot brought up! "You still need me to drive you up to her place at 4:00?"

"Please!" Grace smiled, her pussy missing his fingers. "A job would be nice now that I need to rebuild. I know none of Rose's clothes would fit my petite self, not to mention they'd be outdated."

"Gift horse, Gracie." Evan cocked a brow with scrutiny.

"Come on, Daddy? Mom wouldn't even wear her clothes. In all honesty they might even be too loose on Maria."

"I can sew." Maria brought up her hidden talents. Hearing this Cabot had a thought. He would have Maria make racy outfits for Grace to wear while living at Roselyn's. Even for Melanie Bush. Naaa! That whore needed to be naked as much as possible.

"She's right, Evan." Bianca came to her daughter's defense. "Roselyn is our age. Besides that, Grace is too sporty for dresses."

"Hey! I can rock a mini skirt."

"Too much skin." Evan frowned!

"Adult much, Daddy? I am one!"

"Right, again! Leave her be Evan. We will find a new wardrobe. I'll take you both shopping."

"Use some of that tip money I had Rose give you." Cabot had a thought. "I'd offer more but I just gave my last forty bucks to Maria to eat on."

"You're a good man, Cabot. I suppose we could spare half of it." Evan pondered aloud. He had planned on using it to paint the nursery at his church in cartoon animals for the daycare kids. "Done!"

"I wonder if Roselyn would meet with me early. I can't just sit around stewing over our losses. It's not like we can do anything about salvaging our apartment. Oh! Daddy? We need to say a prayer for our landlord. Mitchell told me he died in the blast."

"Drew Hardesty?" Bianca pouted! "Such a caring man."

"I wonder what caused the blast. Gas main, maybe?" Evan winced, saddened by the news. "I'll honor him in Church tomorrow night. You should come to services, Cabot? Maria?"

"I'll consider it." Cabot nodded over the suggestion. "My folks never attended church, so it was never my thing. I hope that doesn't offend you."

"It's never too late young man." Bianca understood!

"I can call Rose and ask her about meeting early."

"You have Roselyn's phone number?" Evan seemed surprised. Concerning the clothing donation, he suspected that maybe they had simply discussed it at Hilltop.

"Yeah, I do! She hired me two days a week to be her personal trainer. She has another guy named Bryce who was there today for twice a week, but she wanted more than he could offer. She's determined to get into shape."

"That's interesting. I like a young man who works hard." Evan puffed his lower lip. Eying Grace he added, "You should chase after this one."

"Ha! She did that when we ran in track against one another. I so dusted you, Two-Shoes."

"Don't remind me. We're only friend's daddy. Stop playing matchmaker."

"Father knows best!" He winked at Cabot! "Think on it."

"I'll choke her into submission."

Cabot laughed and reached over to grab her by her neck playfully, Maria amused by his demeanor. Bianca hearing his words brightened up, she herself liked a bit of playful strangulation when Evan was in the mood. Feeling wet fingers on her neck Grace shivered, she knew it was her wetness being rubbed in. A shake to her whole body like a puppet led her to elbow him in the ribs. Releasing her he rubbed his sore spot. "Man! I bet that's how Adam felt when he was introducing Eve to the world."

"A wise lad indeed. I'll let my daughter make her own decisions."

"Thank you, daddy!" She batted her eyes at her father. "About time you realized that." She then stuck her tongue out at him. Cabot wanting to get even reached with his wet fingers and grabbed Grace's tongue, her salty tastes introduced to her as punishment. The playfulness between them did not go unnoticed. Bianca herself sensed an allure. Cabot Ross was indeed a dashing young man. Recalling the boy back in his school years running track she often... kept her thoughts to herself. That was then... until now. She would repent before bed.

"Cats got your tongue."

Meaning the fingers that were up her pussy. He chuckled at Grace then released her tongue. Making a grossed-out expression she retaliated by tickling Cabot until he backed off. Lifting the collar of her shirt up to wipe her tongue off she sneered at him with an almost fuck me look. She had never tasted herself before, her experiences with men few and far between. Evan Goode may have scowled at that move, but Bianca found it cute. Girl talk for another day, Momma Goode told herself. She just knew there was more to their actions than friendship.

Maria tended to Lola with a napkin merely to stay out of the way. Smiling at her niece with pride she closed her eyes and said a prayer of her own. She would love this child with all of her soul. Further tears would wait until Lola was put to bed.

"Call Roselyn and stop picking on me." Grace swatted at Cabot.

"Gimme a second."

Cabot retrieved his phone from his pants pocket and instead of looking up her number pulled up her security cameras zeroing in on activity in her bedroom. Just as he had ordered, Rose was still naked and even had reinstalled Melanie Bush's butt plug after Bryce had ripped it from her ass earlier.

"Going Facetime for you." He activated the intercom system through the security programs. He was getting good at navigating the system. "Hey, Roselyn? It's Cabot. I hope you're not busy I have Grace here beside me, her parents behind me." Rose reacted to the speakers and smiled. Was Cabot showing her off? Did she need to get dressed? Exhilaration crept in.

"Hello, Cabot. Are you dropping by to take me for a run along the trails still?" Evan and Bianca listened but couldn't see the woman as Cabot turned his back to Grace and let her peer over his shoulder. Trying not to freak out, Grace saw Rose in all of her fleshly glory.

"I'm here, Mrs. Albright! You look... very nice today." Grace played it coy. "I was wondering if Cabot could drive me up early to meet with you. It's been a crazy day here. Did you hear about the explosion?"

"What? No! Where did this happen?" Rose looked in shock even as she masturbated without relent.

"My apartment complex. I can't go home due to firetrucks and police, so I'm free. Of course, I can't dress nicely because my clothes burnt up. If you can overlook my exercise clothes I can come now."

"You poor dear! You lost everything?"

"Looks that way. The police aren't allowing anyone too close. Did you know Drew Hardesty? He owned the apartments I lived in. He died in the explosion."

"I'm afraid not. Regardless, it is a shame. If Cabot has time, you are more than welcome to come early."

"I can do that. I took the rest of the day off at Hilltop. I needed to make sure Grace and Maria were okay. We'll head out in ten minutes. Leave the gate open for me?"

"Absolutely! See you soon."

"Hey, Rose? You look brand Nouveau." Right over everyone's head.

"Why thank you, Cabot. I'll meet you on the porch."

"Knee--d anything before I drive up?" He clued her in to be on her knees.

"I'll be here." She left her bed and dropped to her knees to let him know she understood. Grace was blown away.

"Thanks, Rose!"

"If you need anything Grace, we can discuss it at your interview."

"Thanks for having her... back." Sensing his code Rose fell back on the floor. "She definitely needs a leg up." Rose smiled and pulled her legs up behind her head. Pretty spry for a 43-year-old. "It's... touching what you're doing." Fingers found her vulva and she began masturbating right in front of Grace. Even if she couldn't see either teen, they could definitely see her. "Deeply touching." Rose attempted to fist herself. "I'll let you keep doing what you're doing. See you soon."

"I'll be right here waiting." Cabot closed out just as Evan started to ask if he could have a word. That would have gone over well seeing Rose trying to dig her fist up inside her.

Smiling at Evan, Cabot asked, "Did you need to talk to her? I can call her back." A jab into his spine with a vicious nail, Grace ended that offer.

"Another time." Evan sighed! "Goode luck!" He told his daughter, their last name always applied to any such use of the term good. After today she needed something Goode to happen to her. "Maria? Do you want a ride to the hotel?"

"That would be very nice of you, Senor Goode."

"We have time to go buy her an outfit or two don't we Evan? Little Lola needs more than she has on."

"Sure!" Evan took out his wallet and produced one of his credit cards and handed it to Grace. "Here! Take time to buy an outfit for your interview in a hurry. Look presentable."

"Rose won't hold it against her for what she's wearing. She's really cool. Heck, you should see what I wear when I go train her." Nothing! Not a stitch! "I'll drop her at your home when we're done."

"Goode!" Evan winked! "Drive safe! I'll call the station and see how bad the fire really was. Who knows we might salvage those trophies."

"We might not have to honey." Bianca pointed out the window. Outside parking was Officer Mitchell Byrd. Getting out looking weary he came inside to first use the restroom and to grab a burger for the road. Riley Filmore had sent him on back into patrol mode.

Seeing Grace through the window he pointed at her, then nodded at Cabot. A secondary glance he saw Maria and flared his eyes. Who was this hot ass Chica? Kid noted he fidgeted, maybe not. He didn't want to be any woman's baby daddy even if they weren't his own DNA. Although!

Pausing with an index finger he returned to his squad car and opened the passenger front door. Grabbing something he hid it behind his back and walked up to the window next to Lola. Tapping the glass, the child looked over to see him fluttering his fingers. It was very charming.

Out from behind his back he produced a raggedy doll he had found, thrown clear in the blast, only scorch marks on the feet of it. It looked very Hispanic in its attire. Seeing Maria, he presumed the doll he intended to give to his goddaughter Muriel might be hers, having heard Grace mention Maria and her niece. Maria smiled brightly as Lola patted the glass giggling. A second later Mitchell walked inside and joined the group.

"Not sure who owns this, but I salvaged it from the fire. Is this hers?" He pointed at Lola then shook the doll. It made a sound similar to a maraca, obviously like a beanie. "If not, it is now." He leaned over Maria to hand Lola the doll. "Might need to air it out some. Smoke and all." Maria smelled good though.

"Awww! Mile behind Mitch is a softy." Grace laughed!

"Hey! I had some pretty decent times. Sup, Ross? If I remember correctly, you had some pretty fast 100-yard dashes." The handsome officer grinned then looked at Bianca Goode. "Hey there, Mrs. G!" Spot! She blushed and joined her husband, hugging his arm. "Mister G!" Cabot winced, now he was reading more into things himself. Did Mitch and Bianca... nah! Surely not!

"That I did. So, fill us in." Cabot prodded. He did note Bianca's expression. Hmmm? Maybe she was being filled in behind the Goode Pastor's back. Interesting! "Is there anything salvageable other than that doll?"

"Not really. Fire's out, but it's a single-story skeleton. I wouldn't go back there until tomorrow if you want to look and see. Yellow tape up around the area right now. Bomb squad found evidence of bomb parts so they're thinking the guy who lived in... you said Raoul, right? He might have had the place rigged to blow if anyone broke in. We're going to stakeout the area tonight and see if that guy comes back. Cream colored car, you said?" He glanced at Grace.

"Yes. Maria? Is there anything about Raoul that you can remember?" Grace shrugged.

"Nada! We never spoke. As you know I keep my distance from... men." Except for Cabot. She meant Hispanic men, never knowing who might have been sent after her. Raoul however never seemed a threat.

"Well, if you think of anything, Maria." He winked at her! "I'm Mitchell Byrd. Ask for me at the station."

"Birdy! Watch that, Birdy!" Grace warned Maria, then razzed him. Cabot tried to pinch her tongue again, but she flinched away. "Quit that!"

"We should be going." Evan spoke up. "Joining us, Maria?"

"Si!"

Maria collected Lola from her booster seat. Mitchell did take a good look at Maria's perfect ass when she bent toward Lola. Stepping back to give her room Mitchell brushed into Bianca. A sudden pinch to his butt he grinned but didn't look back. Cabot noticed! There was definitely more to this than met the eye.

Cabot leaving his own seat eased away to let Grace escape her confinement. While Grace hugged her father, Cabot moved behind the parents and saw Mitchell return the favor in pinching Bianca's ass through her skirt. Sly fucker! Mitchell reacted to being spotted and narrowed his eyes. Cabot waving off the actions with a grin, reached over and pinched Bianca's other butt cheek.

Eyes following Mitchell she realized the second pinch was from Cabot. Eyes flaring between both young men she smiled sheepishly and winked at Cabot, then at Mitch. Excusing himself to hit the restroom Mitch found Cabot joining him in the one stall, multi urinal restroom. Side by side at the standup urinals Cabot whispered, "Momma Goode, any good?"

"Oh, Ross!" Mitch sighed! "Screamer like you would not believe. Are you tapping, Grace?"

"Not yet! Very soon though."

"So, who's this Maria?"

"My slave." Cabot dared to admit.

"Riiight!"

"Dead serious. You want to fuck Maria; you go through me."

"Alright! I'll be in touch. Wanna tag team, Bianca?"

"I'll let you know."

"You already got her attention."

"Yep!"

"What's this I hear about you moving out to Margo Needy's valley? I overheard Riley Filmore talking about you and the Hancock boys. Talbot too."

"Best pussy in Pennsylvania."

"I've heard that. Chyna filled me in on that craziness out there last night. You look alright. Ole' Bebe Service took a bullet last night out there."

"SAY WHAT? I wasn't home last night. I spent the night with Roselyn Albright."

"Damn, Ross! Making yourself some power moves?" He zipped up and flushed. As did Cabot. A single sink shared Cabot grew invested.

"Who shot Bebe?"

"Between us? Stud to stud?"

"Rock solid!"

"Coot Donnelly thinks it might be this Raoul that lived in those apartments. Took me a bit of digging but he and Filmore added to what Chyna told me. They suspect this Raoul was a mob hitman. From what I understand Talbot got mixed up in some federal crap and ended up with some nasty company."

"Why the fuck didn't anybody call me? Not even Margo."

"Hostage shit, I guess. It all worked out and no one living out there got hurt. You might want to head home."

"I... fuck! I'll call on my way back to Rose's place. I tried calling Heath a few times but no answer."

"Sounds to me like your Margo was too busy to call."

"She had to have had a reason." They dried their hands off with a shared air dryer. "Thanks for letting me know."

"No problem! Hold up!" Before Cabot opened the door, Mitch pulled out his cellphone and looked something up. Chuckling he shared a video of Bianca Goode tied up to a four-post bed, dancing in step. "Now that... THAT is some Goode pussy."

Nodding with a grin Cabot brought his own cell out and showed him Roselyn Albright over her security cam. A finger to his lips for silence Cabot spoke up. "WRIST DEEP, YOU FUCKING CUNT."

"YES, BAROQUE!" She called out trying even harder to bury her fist.

"WHO AM I?" He growled!

"MY MASTER!"

"Damn straight! Mumble Mat in the driveway. On your back, fist deep when I get there."

"I will not fail you, Baroque." Intercom severed!

"Mad respect!" A fist bump between two old rivals. "Margo Needy?" Pics of Margo shown in her collar with four leashes hooked to it. On her knees and looking sexy as fuck.

"Got me beat Bro. All I got left is this." Mitch in turn shared a video of Bebe Service and Chyna Whitmore, his fellow Officers both sucking his dick at the same time. "How about this, Maria?" This egotistical manhandling of bitches was taking too long. Grace pounded on the bathroom door.

"I'll find you in a week or so. I need to go."

"After you, Master Ross Baroque."

"Yep!"

Exiting the restroom Mitch waved goodbye to Grace. She in response looked at Cabot with concern. "Everything, alright?"

"Not really! I'll fill you in on the way to Roselyn's."

"About your fingers up my woohoo."

"You loved it." He walked away jingling his car keys.

Yes, indeed!

"Was it Goode for you?"

"It did feel Goode!"

Of course, it did!