Judge Sandy Ch. 06

Judge Sandy -- ch 6

"Where is that bitch!" Czarina screamed as she stormed into Vlad's office at the strip club. She looked around the room, only seeing Maxim. She turned her attention back to Vlad. "I'm tired of waiting! I want that bitch now! Where is she?"

Vlad stood up and started walking around his desk. "Mama! I've told you this is going to take time. We will get her. We don't know where she went. None of our people in the police department know nothing about her whereabouts. And we've been watching her house for over two weeks now."

"What the fuck are we paying those worthless shits for if they can't provide us with the information we need, when we need it?!" She was still screaming, her rage in complete control of her.

Vlad grabbed her by her arms and held her for several seconds trying to calm her. Then he looked over at Maxim. "Get out! Go check the guys and see if they have any new updates." He watched Maxim leave the office, then turned his attention back to his mother. He spoke to her calmly and softly. "Your getting worked up isn't going to help you or the situation. We have talked with everyone who could possibly know where she might be. Apparently, whoever she's with has taken her into hiding and they've managed to keep their whereabouts unknown."

Czarina cupped the side of his face as she spoke softly, her rage still evident. "My sweet boy has gotten soft. I can think of two people who probably know where she's at, and would be glad to tell you with the right persuasion. Her parents."

Vlad's eyes lit up. "Mama! No! That's a bad idea! All that's going to do... " He didn't finish before being slapped across the face.

"Don't you ever question one of my orders again!" She growled at him in a seething rage. "Go to her parents house and find out what they know. After you're done, kill them!" She smiled. "I guarantee that will bring her out of hiding."

"Mama! Please!" Vlad tried to protest.

She slapped him again. "I am still head of this family. You will do as I tell you. If you weren't my son, I'd kill you where you stand for questioning me. Now get it done!" She turned and stormed out of the office, leaving Vlad standing there. The rage within him slowly rising.

He hated when she allowed her hatred and anger to take control of her. But he knew by the time he got home that evening, she'd be calm and in control, seducing him into her bed once again. This was a cycle he'd repeated hundreds of times. This morning she'd slapped him for questioning her. By the end of the evening she'd be the consummate lover, sucking his cock till she was ready for him to make love to her. She'd whisper how much she loved him, needed him and trusted him, as the only man in her life she could trust.

Vlad stepped outside his office and looked for Maxim, who hadn't left yet. "Forget checking in with the guys. I know there's nothing new to report. Pull them out of that house. We're going to pay the bitch's parents a visit." Maxim's eyes lit up, just as Vlad's did. Vlad held up his hand. "I know! A fucking stupid idea! We're going to have every cop in the State, not to mention the Feds, down our throats." He thought for a few seconds. "Or maybe not. We're going to make it look like a home invasion. We take our guns, just in case. But we only use knives. Silent and easily disposed of. Now go get the guys."

Brandon had every weapon in his little arsenal laid out on the front porch of the cabin. Sandy was taking them, one at a time, and demonstrating her proficiency in using them. After they were done with target practice for the day, they'd go inside and tear down each piece, clean it thoroughly, then put them back together in preparation for the next days practice.

The weather had turned warm for where they were at in Northern Wisconsin. Being the middle of October, Brandon was glad for that. He knew they were getting close to the winter months. The evenings were cool. But the days were reaching the low 70s.

He watched Sandy as she emptied the Ruger's clip into the target, wearing a tight fitting t-shirt and jeans. "Thank god for warm weather." He mumbled to himself, his eyes roaming up and down her body. The two had become like two horny teenagers, unable to keep their hands off each other. He knew she was in her prime, sexually, as a woman. But he began to wonder if he would be able to keep up with her.

Sandy turned, looking at Brandon for his approval, after she'd emptied the clip. Every bullet had hit the target. Not all of them in the kill zone. But enough.

He stepped up to her and took the gun out of her hand. "You're doing great. I'm proud of you."

Sandy's face lit up. "You are?" She asked smiling, sounding more like a little girl, than a forty-five-year-old woman.

Brandon laughed. This was becoming a ritual they would go through whenever he told her he was proud of her for learning the skills he was trying to teach her. "Yes, I am. Very proud of you. You're becoming much more proficient in handling a gun, but I can also tell you've become much more comfortable with them."

Sandy wrapped her arms around his waist as she smiled up at him. "That's because I have a great teacher. So, do I get my reward for doing well with today's lesson?" She asked giggling. "You want to keep me motivated, don't you?"

Brandon looked at her in disbelief at her insatiable appetite. "Do you ever get enough? Not that I'm complaining, mind you. You're starting to worry me that I'm not going to be able to keep up with you."

"First of all, my appetite is all your fault. You've created that hunger in me. You've given me a taste of something I've never had before. And I like it. I can't get enough of it. As far as you keeping up with me. Don't you worry about it, baby. I know how to keep you motivated." She giggled again. "You're staring at them."

"They do keep me motivated." He said laughing. "Now get your practice done. We'll drive into town later this afternoon. I want to call Tom and see what's going on, back in reality."

Sandy's whole demeanor changed at the mention of their situation back in the Chicago area. "Do we have to go back? Can't we just stay here? We could both get jobs and just stay here."

Brandon understood exactly where she was coming from. There was a huge appeal to staying where they were. But it wasn't real. "I want to stay up here with you so bad, I can taste it." He put the gun down on the small table next to them, then wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his body. "But this isn't real. And I don't want either of us looking over our shoulder the rest of our lives, wondering if they were still coming after us. Besides, this place doesn't belong to us. We can't stay here much longer. Especially if Charlie comes up to do some hunting. Season opens soon."

"I could sell my house and buy something up here." She tried to refute his argument, grabbing at straws to stay where they were. She had to face the real reason behind her desire to stay where they were. "Going back scares me more than anything I've ever been scared of before."

Brandon caressed her face, listening to her express her fears. "I don't want you to live in fear of anyone. Especially the Russians."

"It's not the Russians that scare me the most. It's the thought of losing you that scares me more than anything. I finally have the man I want to spend my life with. And now I'm terrified you're going to be taken from me."

He smiled at her, not responding immediately. He'd had too many girlfriends, wives and mothers plead with him to promise them their man would come back from a deployment or a specific mission. He never made that promise, knowing he couldn't keep it. "I plan on being around for a very long time. You need somebody to take care of you. You wouldn't last ten minutes out here."

She wrapped her hand around his neck and pulled his head down slightly as she stood on her toes to kiss him. The kiss lingered as their tongues played together, their bodies melting together. "I do need someone to take care of me. I can't believe I'm saying that. After my divorce I decided I didn't need anyone or anything. But I was just fooling myself. I do need someone. That someone is you." She paused as she caressed his face, tears forming in her eyes. "I don't think you know what you've done to me. You've invaded my life and conquered my heart."

Brandon smiled. "Mmmm! I like the military metaphor. Does that mean I can rape and pillage you?"

"Stop! I'm being serious now." She replied smiling.

"Sorry."

"But, yes. You can rape and pillage me as often as you want. But you've become so much more to me than just the sex. You're a man I respect. The way you carry yourself. You're not afraid to make decisions. There's a hardness about you. But you're always tender with me. You have a strength about you that I can't get enough of." She paused again. "That's why I'm terrified of losing you. I love you Brandon Tanner. The thought of you not being in my life scares me more than anything. It just leaves me feeling empty."

Brandon put his hand over her mouth, having heard enough. "I love you too, Sandra Fiore. You're not going to lose me. You're everything I want in a woman. You're beautiful, smart, stronger than any woman I've ever been with. I've never been attracted to weak women. You're anything but weak." He smiled again. "And it doesn't hurt that you're a sensuous lover with a body I can't get enough of."

"Like I said." She interrupted him, smiling up at him. "You can rape and pillage this body as often as you want."

"That's the plan, sexy." He reached around and slapped her ass. "Now finish your practice session. We'll go into town later and get some dinner."

Vlad walked up the front steps to the house. Czarina was waiting for him by the front door. "It's set up." He said to her as he walked by her, still angry from her slapping him twice that morning. "We'll pay her parents a visit tomorrow."

Czarina watched him walk by her and into the house. She knew she'd allowed her rage to get the better of her when she slapped her son. "Are you still angry with me?" She asked, her voice void of any emotion.

"What the fuck do you think?" Vlad responded sarcastically as he kept walking. He walked into the kitchen and looked for something to eat in the refrigerator.

Czarina walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around him. "Please don't be angry with me Vlad. You're my sweet boy. I need my sweet boy." Her tone sounding more like pleading now.

"It didn't sound that way this morning when you were screaming at me. And then there were the two slaps across the face." He said, keeping an edge of anger in his voice.

"I know! I know my sweet boy! I allowed my anger to get to me, and I took it out on you. Tell me what I can do to make it up to you. Please! I can't stand the thought of you being angry with me. I'll do anything to make it up to you."

Vlad turned and stared down at her with no expression. He'd seen her contrition and change in attitude so many times before, after she'd displayed one of her enraged torrents at him, over the years. But there was something different in her this time. He could tell she was genuinely fearful of losing him. Was it possible her fear of losing him outweighed her pride and arrogance as leader of the family? The question gave him a sense of confidence at pushing the boundaries that existed between them. "Go upstairs and wait for me. I'll be up after I've had something to eat."

Vlad climbed the stairs to the second floor. His physical appetite satiated. Now it was time to satisfy his sexual appetite, at the hands of the woman who'd humiliated him this morning. He walked into the master bedroom, knowing she'd be waiting for him there. Czarina was sitting on the edge of the bed wearing one of her long, flowing satin robes, dressed in his favorite teddy under it.

Czarina held out her arms. "Come to me my sweet boy. Let me take care of you the way I know you like." Vlad stepped up and stood in front of her, between her legs. Czarina could smell the days sweat on him. "Go take a shower baby. Then I'll take care of you."

Vlad grabbed her by the neck and lifted her to her feet. The look of fear in her eyes was priceless. "You said, and I quote, 'I'll do anything to make it up to you.' Do you really want to make it up to me? Do you really want to show me how sorry you are? And how much you love me?"

"Yes baby!" She gasped as his hand stayed clenched around her neck.

He smiled at her. "Then tonight, I take you as my slut."

She pushed him back with all her strength as she screamed at him, falling back on the bed. "NO! I am your mother. I will not be treated as one of your sluts."

Vlad stood there glaring at her. He wasn't going to play her game anymore. He turned to leave the room. "Have it your way. Just like you always do. Enjoy your empty bed this evening." He slammed the door behind him, then walked down the hallway to his room as he listened to her wail.

He undressed, then walked into his bathroom to take a shower. When he was finished, he toweled off then walked naked back into his bedroom. Czarina was waiting for him, sitting on the edge of the bed. She held up her hand to him. "Come. Let's forget this nonsense. I need my sweet boy. The only man in my life I trust." Czarina's way of dealing with conflict between her and her sons was to pretend they didn't exist. What she didn't realize was she'd crossed a line with Vlad when she slapped him.

Vlad stood, several feet from his mother, considering his next move. He knew he could get a good fuck out of her, if he just played her game. But then, he'd be acquiescing to her abusive behavior, yet again. But could he live with himself. He had no desire to usurp her authority as the matriarch of the family. But he was done with her emasculating him. He stepped forward and stood in front of her, his hanging cock and balls within easy reach. "I am the only man in your life you can trust." He growled as he glared down at her. "You killed all the others who you thought you couldn't trust. Is that what you're going to do to me someday?"

Czarina leaned forward and grabbed his hips. "No Vlad! Never! I love you so much. You're nothing like those others. You're my son."

He grabbed her hands and placed them on his cock. "Show me how much you love me." He commanded her. He groaned softly as her hands stroked his manhood to life. There was a brutality to the way she dealt with most men. But when it came to her son, she was always a tender lover, eager to please him in every way. He watched her as she brought his manhood to full erection. "I'm not only the only man you can trust, I'm the only man who loves you for who you are and what you are. And you know it."

She looked up at him, still stroking his cock, unable to bring herself to admit he was right.

Vlad leaned over, grabbed her by her upper arms and lifted her to her feet. "You are so fucking proud and arrogant, you can't even admit that." The two stared at each other. Czarina unable to bring herself to speak. Vlad feeling his rage towards her growing. He'd finally had enough of her manipulation and years of verbal and emotional abuse.

"I'm going to show you the respect as head of this family and carry out your wishes. I'll take out the judge's parents. I think that's a stupid move. But I'll do it out of respect for you. I'm also going to continue to love you the way you need." He paused as he eyed her body, caressing the sides of her breasts, over her robe. He could sense her resistance crumbling. "But from now on, I'm in command when we're in this house, and in this bedroom. Do you understand?"

Czarina was beginning to see her son in a different light. He was taking command. Part of her bristled at the thought of his being in command around the house, and in the bedroom. But there was also a part of her that had wanted to give up control to someone that she could trust for so long. "Yes! I understand." She replied softly.

Vlad smiled at her. He knew she'd back down. The thought of losing him as her lover was more than she could handle. "Good. Time you adjusted to your new role. Strip!"

Czarina hesitated for a few seconds before untying her robe and slipping it off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Then she slipped the straps of her teddy off her shoulders and pulled it down her body. For the first time in a very long time, she felt self-conscious as her son eyed her like she was just a sex object he was going to use for his pleasure.

He reached out and cupped her breasts, lifting them like this was the first time he'd seen them. "I've always thought you have nice tits." He'd never referred to them as 'tits' before. She had forbidden it. "I'm going to enjoy fucking them. I've wanted to fuck them for years. That's what tits like yours are good for." He pinched her nipples, pulling on them till she gasped. He smiled. "I'll have my fun with your tits later. But for now..." He turned around and sat down on the bed. Then pointed to the floor between his legs. "Get on your knees and show me how much you love your son."

He sat there, still eyeing her body, wondering if she was going to comply to his commands. He knew if she did, she'd be relinquishing control of their sexual relationship to him. She may have been his mother. But those days of innocent, familial love between a mother and her son were long past. She had done a good job of shattering them. He still felt a love towards her. But it was a love so tangled in his lust for her, he was determined he was going to break her.

He knew he had to move slowly. Even though he wanted to pull her down to her knees and shove his cock in her mouth till she was gagging on it. He wanted to make her feel the disgust and revulsion she had made him feel those first few months after she'd first seduced him. In time, he would. But he was going to move slowly, using her love and need for him against her. She was one messed up woman. And he was determined to exploit all of her issues and vulnerabilities to his advantage.

Czarina leaned forward, leaning on both his knees with her hands, as she knelt between his legs. She couldn't look up at her son as the psychological battle within her raged. He was making her feel like one of the sluts that worked at their strip clubs. But the thought of her son, her lover, withholding his love from her, was too crushing a thought to bear. Her conscience screamed at her, what conscience she had left, that she had brought this on herself and she deserved it.

She stared at his stiff cock for several seconds before taking it in her hands and stroking it softly. She had done this hundreds of times before, since the first time she'd seduced him. But this was different. There was a power-play in motion, between her and her son, and she was succumbing to his control. No longer did she see him as her "sweet boy" that she would prep for his servicing her needs. Now she saw him as the man in her life, using her to service his needs.

Vlad reached out and laid his hand on the top of her head. Then he gently pushed it down. "Take it Mama." He commanded her. "Show your boy how much you love him." He wanted to call her a slut. But he thought better of it. 'I'm going to take this slow. Break her in slowly.' He thought. 'I've got plenty of time to turn her into my attentive slut.'

Czarina opened her mouth as the pressure on the back of her head increased. Her lips slid over the head of his cock and down the length of his shaft as she felt his other hand grab her head. Her struggle with her new role in their relationship vanished when she heard him groan his approval. Her struggle was replaced with an overwhelming desire to please him, showing him how much she really loved him.

Vlad took control of her head, gripping it with both hands, pumping it up and down on his cock. "Oh Mama! That feels so good! What a good cock sucker you are!" He moaned. Then he laughed. "You've been hiding this from me. You dirty girl." His taunts were intended to reinforce her new role in her mind. She'd had gone down on him many times before. But it was always in preparation for his making love to her the way she enjoyed and wanted. "You're going to make me cum." He groaned as his grip on her head tightened.

Czarina tried to pull off his cock. She had never allowed him to cum in her mouth before. The more she struggled to pull off, the firmer his grip became on her head. She started slapping at his thighs as she squealed with her mouth stuffed full with his cock. She was about to bite down on his shaft when his declaration of his love for her stopped her.

"Oh Mama! I do love you!" He groaned as his body began to convulse and spasm. "UGH!" He grunted with each ejaculation, holding her head firmly. "So good, Mama. So good." He moaned softly as he bent over her head, holding it in place, his cock firmly embedded in her mouth. Wave after wave of euphoric pleasure washed over him. He had fucked dozens of mouths over the years. But none felt as intense as what he felt at this moment. Maybe it was the sweet revenge he felt at doing this to the woman who'd abused him for years. Whatever it was, he didn't care. This was going to become a regular occurrence between them.

Czarina coughed and gagged as her son's cock filled her mouth with what seemed like gallons of his semen. She couldn't help but swallow a good portion of all he emptied into her mouth. Her only options were swallow, or choke.

Vlad finally fell back on the bed, panting as he released her head. Czarina pulled off his cock, coughing and spitting, tears streaming down her face. She knelt between his legs trying to compose herself as she cleared her mouth and throat of his semen. She looked up the length of his body. He laid there with his arm draped over his face, still panting from the intensity of his orgasm. "I'm your mother!" Czarina said, trying to sound defiant. "That will never happen again!"

He continued to lay on the bed with his arm draped over his face for several seconds. 'I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ANYMORE!' His brain screamed, responding to her defiance. Vlad sat up suddenly and slapped his mother across the face. The same way she'd slapped him that morning. Before she could fall back he grabbed a fistful of her hair and held her at arm's length. He glared at her as he cocked his arm to slap her again. The look of fear and shock on her face kept him from slapping her again. He held her steady for several seconds as they stared at each other.

The longer he stared at her, the greater his desire and lust for her became. He had just used her to satisfy his sexual cravings for her. But the predator in him was hungry for more. All he saw before him was a sensuous, vulnerable woman he was going to use to satisfy every craving he'd had for her, for years. "I'll repeat myself. I'll show you the respect you deserve as the head of this family in public." He pointed at the bedroom door. "But when you walk through that door, from this point on, you will do exactly as I tell you. And unless I tell you otherwise, you'll be walking through that door every night." He pulled on her hair as he commanded her. "Now get up in my bed. I'm not done with you yet."

Czarina climbed up on the bed as Vlad held her head secure, guiding her where he wanted her. He laid her next to him, mother and son facing each other. He wrapped himself around her, the way she liked when they were intimate together. He held her close, their faces just inches from each other. He caressed her face till he trailed his fingers down her body to caress her breast. "This will be your reward when you give me what I want." He kissed her tenderly, his hand trailing up and down her back, pulling her body into his. "I love you Mama." He whispered in her ear. "I'm going to take care of you, and protect you. You never have to be afraid of anything with me."

Czarina felt her mind and body melting into Vlad's control and dominance. The way he had taken her and used her, had enraged her. Now his words and tenderness created a longing in her. A longing she knew only her sweet boy could satisfy. "I love you so much, Vlad. I do need my sweet boy. I do." She'd be whatever he needed if it meant his tenderness when she needed it.

Vlad rolled over, on top of her, and kissed her. Czarina wrapped her arms around him as the two moaned and sighed. Vlad broke the kiss and propped himself up so he could look down the length of her body. He traced his free hand up and down her body. "I do love you Mama. You belong to me now. I'm going to take good care of you." He said softly before lowering himself on her body again. For the next few hours he took her with a tenderness and passion neither had experienced together, solidifying his hold over her.

Maggie stood beside their table, taking their dinner orders, eyeing Sandy and Brandon. The diner was full because it was meatloaf night. A local favorite in town.

"Could she be more obvious?" Sandy asked softly, leaning across the table.

Brandon laughed softly. "If I didn't have you, baby. I'd take some fruit from that tree."

"Serious?" Sandy asked surprised. "Her age doesn't bother you?"

"All I see is an attractive woman. Age has never been a issue for me."

Sandy reached across the table and grabbed his hand. "Well, I'm glad for that."

"Why? Are you still worried about that with us?" Brandon asked, surprised at her statement.

"It does cross my mind at times. I wonder what happens when I get old."

"I don't know what's going to happen tomorrow, next week, or next year, for that matter. I know I'm committed to you. And I have no intention of going anywhere. You're stuck with me. Besides, maybe you'll lose interest in me once this crisis is past. What happens when all this is over, and we're not forced together. You still going to feel about me like you do now?"

Sandy squeezed his hand. "I know that I love you, and I can't see my life without you at any time in the future."

"Hang onto that thought. I'm not going anywhere. I found what I want." Brandon replied as Maggie brought their dinners to them.

The diner quieted down noticeably when two bearded men walked in and headed straight to the bar, instead of waiting for a table. Joe and Randy Morton were brothers who lived on the edge of town. Both were big guys who looked the part of mountain men. The brothers were the town bullies who enjoyed picking a fight with whoever they set their sights on. Both had been drinking, which was evident to everyone in the diner as they staggered to the bar.

Joe looked around the restaurant to see who was there. Most people looked down as he looked at them, hoping he'd look someplace else. His looking stopped when he spotted Sandy. He elbowed his brother, sitting next to him. "Now that is one fine looking bitch." He said to him, pointing at Sandy. "And look at the tits on her."

Randy chuckled, looking over his shoulder at Sandy. "Damn! I could play with those tits all night."

Joe slid off his stool and made his way over to the table Brandon and Sandy were sitting at. The diner became silent as everyone knew something bad was about to happen. "Hey there sexy lady." Joe slurred slightly as he came to stand next to her. "How about you join my brother and me for dinner?"

Sandy looked at Brandon, the fear in her eyes evident.

"I think you've had too much to drink, friend." Brandon said calmly. "You should probably go home and sleep it off."

Joe looked at him as Brandon stood up, knowing this wasn't going to go well. "Who the fuck are you asshole? I was talking to your bitch! Not you!"

Maggie seeing what was happening quickly walked over to them and stepped between them. "Joe! You leave these nice people alone!"

Joe shoved her aside with one hand. Sending her sprawling across one of the tables. Several of the patrons jumped to her assistance helping her to her feet.

The rage in Brandon's face was evident to everyone who could see it, especially Sandy. After seeing Maggie being helped, he turned his attention to Joe. "You cowardly piece of shit! You like to shove women around! Shove me, you worthless mother fucker! Come on!" Joe hesitated, not use to anyone standing up to him. "What's the matter Joe? You only tough with women?"

Joe looked back at his brother, who nodded. Then he turned on Brandon growling as he pulled a knife out of his coat pocket and flipped open the blade. "I'm going to kill you asshole. I'm going to gut you, then take your bitch."

"No you're not!" Brandon replied calmly, staying focused on the blade. "You know why?" He waited a couple seconds for a reply. "You're not going to do anything because you're an inbred worthless piece of shit, who hasn't got the balls."

Joe lunged at him, slashing with the knife, screaming like a madman.

Brandon side stepped his attack, then cocked his arm and punched him in throat with all the strength he could muster, crushing his larynx. Before Joe even knew what hit him, Brandon raised his foot and stomped on the side of his knee with such force he dislocated the joint.

Joe collapsed to the floor gasping for breath, swiping at Brandon one last time as he fell.

Brandon jumped back to avoid the blade. Then stepped forward kicking Joe in the gut, before focusing on the hand holding the blade. He raised his foot and stomped on Joe's hand repeatedly till it was a bloody mess.

Brandon turned when her heard several voices warning him of Randy's approach. Randy charged him like a raging bull, with the intention of tackling him. Brandon saw immediately he was coming in too upright. Just as Randy got to him, Brandon dropped to the floor, wrapped his arms around Randy's knees, then lifted him over his back, pile driving his head into the floor.

Randy lay there groaning for a couple seconds before getting back up. Brandon had stepped back to catch his breath and regain his balance. Randy glared at him. "You hurt my brother. I'm going to..." He didn't finish. The pain of having his knee cap separated from his knee took his breath away.

Brandon had decided he wasn't going to wait for him to make the first move as Randy stood back up. All the rage within him was focused on the kick he made to Randy's knee. As Randy began to go back down again Brandon stepped to the side, cocked his arm, then gave him a haymaker. The heel of his hand came across Randy's chin, breaking his jaw. The crunching sound heard by most of the people in the diner.

Both brothers laid on the floor unconscious. As soon as Brandon knew neither was a threat again he turned his attention back to Maggie. He stepped over to her. "Are you ok?"

"I'm ok." She grabbed his hand, lifting his arm. "You're bleeding."

"How'd that happen?" Brandon asked, starting to feel shaky on his feet.

Sandy came up behind him and grabbed his bleeding arm. "Sit down. You're shaking."

He smiled at her. "Hey sexy. You ok? It's the adrenaline rush. I'll calm down shortly."

"Yes! I'm ok! Now sit down."

One of the women in the diner stepped up and took charge. "Sit down sweetie. I'm a nurse. Let's take a look at that cut. My name's Jean, by the way. Thank you for coming to my sister's defense."

All three ladies were tending to his arm when the local Sheriff, Ron, came into the diner with one of his deputies. He walked up to Brandon. Then looked at the Morton brothers lying on the floor, unconscious. "You make this mess?" He asked smiling. No one liked the Morton brothers. Especially the Sheriff and his department.

Brandon looked at the brothers. Then he looked at the crowd and wondered what was going to happen to him. "I guess I did. You going to arrest me?"

The Sheriff looked around the crowd, then back at him laughing. "Hell no, son! If you ran for Mayor right now, you'd probably be elected in a landslide." He looked at his deputy. "Call for some back-up. Then start taking statements from everyone." He turned back to Brandon. "You stay put till I'm done with some of the paperwork. I hate paperwork."

"You ought to have stitches in this arm." Jean said before the Sheriff walked away.

"No stitches. I'll be ok. I'm a fast healer." Brandon felt a headache coming on. He always got one after an adrenaline rush, like the one he'd just had.

He and Sandy walked back to their table after Jean finished with his arm. He smiled at Sandy. "Well, now you've seen my dark side." He got serious. "You will never be on the receiving end of that anger. Never! I hope that didn't scare you away from me."

Sandy reached across the table and took his hand. He winced when she pulled his arm to her. The pain increased as the adrenaline decreased. "Scared? Are you kidding me? I didn't think it was possible I could want you more, before we got here this evening. I'm so hot for you right now." She paused before asking a question. "Would you have killed those two if necessary?"

Brandon didn't hesitate. "In a heartbeat. They were a threat to first you, then Maggie. I was ready to do whatever it took to eliminate that threat. Their deaths would have been on them for being stupid, drunken assholes."

Maggie brought them some fresh dinners, their first ones having gotten cold. She sat down at the table with them. "Thank you." She said looking at Brandon and grabbing his hand. "Most of the men in this town have always been too scared to stand up to those two." Then she looked at Sandy. "You take care of this man, sweetie. You make sure you give him some extra lovin' tonight."

Sandy looked at Brandon, smiling. "Oh, I plan on giving him all kinds of lovin' tonight."

"Well sweetie, if you want any help, you let me know."

The Sheriff sat down across the table from Maggie. "Everyone's statement is the same. You're now the town hero. I'm taking those two to the hospital to get them fixed up. Only because, by law I have to. I'd just as soon take them out to the woods and let the wolves have them. Then I'll lock them up till they're arraigned." He looked at Maggie. "I'll need your statement. They assaulted you."

"I'll be down the station as soon as my shift is over, Ron."

"OK. I'll leave you folks finish your dinner now. If you two don't mind coming by the station in the morning for your statements, I'd appreciate it. It's really just a formality."

The Sheriff and Maggie left the table, letting them finish their meal.

Sandy excused herself just before they got up to leave. She walked over to the counter to talk with Maggie. Then returned to the table smiling after several minutes.

"What was that all about?" Brandon asked as he stood up.

"Maggie will be joining us this evening. She's going to call the Sheriff and tell him she won't be at the station till tomorrow sometime."

Brandon looked at her stunned. "What the hell?"

Sandy giggled. "Think of it as an early Christmas present."