Date: Wed, 26 Jul 2006 11:38:46 +0000
From: Farrell McNulty <copdigger63@msn.com>
Subject: Detectives Log    Chapter 69

This is Detectives Log Chapter 69 - "Appropriately Enough"

  CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE - Appropriately Enough

EDDIE - Mike got it all set up that I'd be posing as an altar boy, seein'
if maybe we can catch this deviate in the act. I do like working around
kids, and stuff, heck, sometimes I still feel like one myself. Anyways,
the Deacon gave me my choice of masses to serve on Sundays, and I chose
noon. After all, one does need his hunk sleep - as opposed to beauty
sleep for chicks. I was introduced to all the other kids at a special
meeting for them, and a lot of them said I was pretty tall to be looking
like an altar boy, but then we gave them the football schtick, so that
was good with them. After the first mass, as I went back and changed
outta my robe, the Deacon came back there and was tellin' me, "good job,
my boy - no one really noticed."

"Aw, that's good - this is the first time I really worked undercover -
usually, me-n-Mike just swoop in and bust the bad guys - I gotta admit, I
kinda like doin' this - I used to go to Mass every Sunday - maybe I'll
start it up again".

With that, the Deacon smiled a real big smile and firmly put one hand on
my shoulder and patted my back with his other hand, "glad to hear it,
son, glad to hear it."

The kid I served with came into change, too, but walked in kinda
nervous-like. I guess he didn't wanna interrupt or anything. The Deacon
turned to him and said, "Not to worry, I'm just leaving - just thanking
our new Altar Boy for stepping in. See you kids later."

I looked at the kid and said, "somethin' eatin' you?"

He stuttered and looked away, saying, "uh.. no...I just got a lotta
chores to do at home, I gotta get goin'." and just took off like a shot.

Later, me-n-Mike went for our run - get some physical fitness in and talk
about the case, although I think the case was more on my mind than
anything - 'specially that kid. I figured I'd run it by the Boss-Man.

"Anyway, this kid was all nervous, even during the Mass, just kept
lookin' away, not sayin' much, then when I tried to do a little small
talk, he just bolted."

"Ah, well, kids are nervous around new guys, that's all. I'm sure once he
gets wind of your charm, he'll be putty in your hands."

"I dunno, man, he seemed pretty scared."

"There's always next Sunday."

"Gosh, another week. What if this pervert strikes again in the meantime?
I think it would've been better if I was disguised as a counselor or
something, spend more time at the church."

"You could get into some activities during the week, can't ya - I mean,
isn't that what you were doin' before?"

"Well, I could hang around the activity center - I remember they had
backetball and all that other stuff."

"Basketball, eh? Sure would be hot watchin' ya run around in that
uniform."

"Who would you disguise yourself as - my dad?"

"Oh, yeah, that's it, kid - play the age card again - thanks a heap -
just for that, I'll race ya!"

"You're on!"

And we ran 10 laps around the track, Mike beatin' me by a nose. I was a
little winded I gotta admit.

"So, who's your daddy now?"

As I stood stooped over, my hands on my knees, catchin' my breath, I
looked up at him with this huge grin, "you are".

Mike bent down and kissed me on the lips. He sniffed.

"Mmm - a little ripe there - me, too - come on, kiddo - let's hit the
shower".

I loved takin' showers with Mike - the water was always not too hot or
not too cold - just perfect. I got my whole body wet, then turned to face
Mike while he lathered me up, first my face, then my neck, down to my
chest, where he rubbed my nipples for a bit, then down my arms, my pits,
my groin, my cock, my balls, the shaft, my legs - all over. Then he
turned me around and lathered up my backside. After I was all rinsed off,
he made beautiful gentle love with me. His freshly-washed cock inside me,
slidin' back and forth. I leaned forward and held onto the wall with the
shower head spraying on both of us. I moaned, and even purred a little -
even growled somewhat. Aw, yeah, he was such a bear with this thick,
hairy chest rubbin' up against me as he made love. We both contracted,
moaned, grimaced, and both came together. I gotta admit I was pumpin' my
own while he was at it. It was beautiful. I turned back to face him and
the two of us just kissed and took turns licking each other's nipples.
While he was licking my nipples, I bent over and licked his neck, then we
took the other's face into the other's hands and just gazed. We were like
star-crossed lovers. Each time always felt like the first. Beautiful. We
ran together, showered together, made love together, and now, we were
gonna solve this case together. Can an all-american boy ask for anything
more? I know I sure don't. I got everything I need in life just staring
me in my wet face.

Day in and day out, there I was hangin' around the activity center at the
church, nothin' much happenin', but, gosh, it sure did take me back to
the old days. Everything looked exactly the same - it was like the past
bunch of years hadn't gone by. As I walked around, it was kinda like
Monroe's character in that movie about the desert island. She was
marooned for 5 years, then came home. I really love that scene where
she's walking around the backyard and feels like cryin' 'cuz she's so
happy to be back, then she spots her kids across the way - 5 years older.
Gosh, that's a touching scene. I guess I'm just a romantic softy at
heart.

Boys usually don't get those kinda feelings - they're too busy bustin'
bad guys and lookin' out for their men, 'cuz, ya know, I'll tell ya,
sometimes the man gets himself in a little deep and needs his boy to get
his back. I take pride in that - I was put on this earth to bring safety
and comfort to others, and I thank God every night for that gift. It
means everything in the world to me to be chosen to protect and serve.

Speakin' of servin' - it's back to the Noon Mass for me. Man, that day
rolls around real quick. I was servin' with that nervous kid again, only
this time, I think he was tryin' to tell me somethin'. He looked up at me
with real puppy eyes, being about 6 inches shorter than me, it was pretty
easy. Anyway, he stammers the word, 'detective'. He was addressin' me,
but I told 'im to call me Eddie.

"Oh, okay. Uh, Eddie...."

"What's up?"

"Can I tell you something?"

"Sure, anything."

"It - - it hurts..."

"Uh, what does? Your throat, your tummy?"

"...no....it's that man..."

HOLY WITNESS PROTECTION - the kid's confiding in me - I hope he's not
gonna tell me what I'm afraid he's gonna tell me.

Right then and there, the Deacon walks in - "hello, there, boys, havin' a
little chit-chat are we? Well, it's good to get to know some of the kids
here, Eddie..."

He firmly puts his hands on both of our shoulders.

"Glad to see it, boys, glad to see it. Good job out there again, kids,
appreciate the service."

"Oh, well, hey, you're welcome - glad I could help out."

And I looked down on this kid who's eyes were just as wide open as mine
when I stared at the barrel of that AK-47 recently. It was a look of
almost terror. I could be wrong, but it was kinda disturbing.

"Oh, uh, could you excuse us, Detective? I need Scotty's help with
something out near the altar."

HOLY SET-UP - That kinda made me jittery. Scotty looked at me with sheer
terror, for sure.

"Really - anything I can help you guys with? I'm kinda free this
afternoon."

"No, no, no, you've, heh-heh, done quite enough for this parish,
Detective. I'll see you next Sunday."

"Maybe before then, I've been having a good time hanging around here
during the week, too."

"That's all well and good, but I think the two of us can handle ourselves
here, boy. SEE YOU NEXT SUNDAY."

"Oh...right..." I said, makin' like I was leavin', but I wasn't - really.

Nosiree - I stuck around, went around the corner and peeked back as the
Deacon took Scotty back with him. I stayed 10 to 20 paces behind, thank
God I had sneakers. Now I could really sneak. When it looked like the two
of them were alone, that's when the Deacon made his move. And that's when
I was makin' my move. I took the camera out and started snappin' some
photos - some real sick stuff, too. I'm not gonna describe a thing - I'm
a detective, I'm in the business of law and order, so I can see these
things objectively. Sure as shootin', it's upsetting - in fact, I felt my
heart breaking and I felt my fists about to form, but I started snappin'
pics and sending them to Mike, who was monitoring the computer back at
headquarters. After gettin' a bunch of evidence, I was about to leap into
action when the Deacon turned around and saw me!

MIKE - It was about 1:00, I'd say, and I was watchin' the PC for anything
that was coming in - sure enough, it was. God, it was awful. I'm just
gonna leave it up to you readers to imagine what was goin' on at that
time. I'm preachin' to the choir here, I know, but if I described what
was bein' sent to me, what Eddie was snappin' up, it's sure to get the
attention of some folks out there that don't need to read the likes of
that from us

I know what the subject matter is and I was saddened and outraged by what
the Deacon was doin' there, but at the same time, I couldn't have felt
more victorious. The Padre's claim of innocence was a true as I am to
truth, justice and the American way, if these J-pegs were any indication.

I was cheerin' Eddie on as one image after another appeared.

"All right, kiddo, that's the way - you got 'im, boy - - ya got 'im...oh,
this is so GOOD!"

Then there was a photo of the Deacon looking back and catching Eddie in
the act of catching him in the act.

"uh-oh,- not so good...Get the hell out, kid - get out with your life."


EDDIE - As the Deacon met eyes with me, I became enraged and leapt into
action.

"You keep your scummy hands off that kid. I know it's you now - I have
evidence that's been sent straight to the authorities."

"Oh, really - well, if you wanna snap some more pics, I suggest you look
behind you."

Too late - somebody held a rag up to my mouth, and another guy grabbed my
camera and started snappin' photos of ME!


MIKE - HOLY CRAP - they got my boy - gettin' the hell to the church -
like RIGHT NOW!


AS MIKE SPEEDS OFF, HE HAS NO WAY OF KNOWING HOW THE DEVIL HE'S GONNA
FIND EDDIE - IF HE DOES, AT ALL - AND WHAT IN THE NAME OF GOD IS IN STORE
FOR HIM. SORRY THIS HAS TO GO ON TO THE NEXT CHAPTER - BUT WHAT THE HELL
ARE YA GONNA DO, YA KNOW?