Date: Mon, 7 Apr 2014 13:53:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Murder in Porterville 2

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CHAPTER TWO



	"Why in the world would I want to move out of my home?" The
question was asked by Catherine Williams as she looked around the
table. Britt and Devon, along with Alice, had invited her to have dinner
with them at a local restaurant in Porterville.
	Britt gave his mother what he hoped was a winning smile. "We'd like
to have our mother near us," he said.
	Catherine turned to Alice. "Did you know anything about this
preposterous idea?"
	Alice appeared somewhat embarrassed. "I did." Her face turned red.
	Catherine quickly reached over and covered Alice's hand with her
own. "My dear, you have nothing to be embarrassed about." She turned to her
son. "You, on the other hand, you should know better than to suggest
something like this."
	"Sorry, Mom." Britt tried a different approach. "I just worry about
you living alone. All of us do."
	Catherine sat up straighter in her chair. "You have nothing to
worry about," she assured him.
	Devon looked across the table at Mrs. Williams. He loved her like a
mother as well. "Catherine, we really do need you. If it's privacy you
want, that wouldn't be a problem. You could have your own apartment in the
mansion, and we'd never see you."
	Catherine's shoulders suddenly relaxed. "I appreciate your offer. I
really do," she added. "However, I love my home. I've lived there almost
fifty years, and frankly I am not ready to let go of it."
	Alice gave the woman a tender smile. "We understand, Catherine,"
she said.
	Devon smiled at the woman and said, "Forgive me, Catherine. I made
a mistake."
	Catherine turned to her son. "Thank you, Britt, but I assure you, I
am quite capable of living by myself. I'll deal with you later," she added
giving him a typical "mother look".
	Devon turned to his partner and grinned. "I think you're in
trouble."
	"I think you're right. It wasn't even my idea," he told his mother.
	Their food arrived at that moment.
	"Everything is settled," Catherine said with a smile. "Let's enjoy
our meal. I appreciate your generous offer, but I graciously decline."
	About half way through their meal, Alice said, "That's peculiar."
	"What is?" her brother asked.
	Alice looked across the room. "My renter is sitting over there."
	"What's peculiar about that?" Britt asked. "I'm sure she eats, same
as we do."
	"She told me she was new in town and didn't know anyone," Alice
replied.
	The woman Alice had identified as her renter was sitting across the
table from an older gentleman. The man didn't appear to be happy sharing
his table with an attractive young lady.
	"Looks as if she knows one person in town," Britt remarked.
	"I don't believe I know the man," Devon said with a shake of his
head.
	"I do," Catherine spoke softly. "His name is Joe Thomas. If I'm not
mistaken, he's the custodian at the elementary school."
	"Well, that explains everything," Devon said. "She knows him from
the school."
	Britt eyed the teacher and custodian intently. Then he said,
"Maybe; maybe not. What would bring the two of them together? Look at
them. He's old enough to be her father."
	"Maybe Mr. Thomas likes younger women," Devon grinned.
	Britt turned to his mother and asked, "Is the man married?"
	Catherine shook her head. "His wife died a couple years back."
	"They certainly seem to be having a serious talk," Alice noticed.
	"I think we should finish our meal," Catherine told them. She gave
Devon a smile. "I baked your favorite cobbler this afternoon. That is, if
you're interested."
	"Oh, I'm definitely interested." He pushed his plate to the
side. "In fact, I'm so interested I'm not going to fill up on food."
	A short time later Devon settled their bill, and they headed to the
front of the restaurant. In doing so, they had to pass by the table where
Alice's renter and the school custodian sat.
	Alice stopped when she reached the table. "It's nice to see you,
Miss Abbott," she greeted.
	The woman was caught by surprise. Alice's sudden appearance
appeared to startle her. Then quick to recover, she smiled.
	"Alice, how nice to see you. Please. You must call me Susan."
	Alice introduced Devon to the woman.
	"I'm pleased to meet you, Miss Abbott." Devon reached for the
woman's hand.
	"The pleasure is all mine," Susan purred.
	Alice introduced Britt as her brother's partner.
	Susan Abbott let her eyes remain on Britt for a moment. Then she
said, "Ah, yes, the author."
	Britt was surprised. "Who's been talking to you about me?" he
asked.
	"At my interview a couple of the teachers mentioned that you had
recently moved back to Porterville."
	Alice's renter hadn't offered to introduce the man sitting at her
table. She acted as if she were alone. It was finally Britt's mother who
spoke to the man.
	"It's Mr. Thomas, isn't it?" she asked looking at the man.
	"How are you, Mrs. Williams?"
	"Do you still work for the school?" she asked him.
	"I do," the man answered.
	Susan Abbott spoke up, saying, "Mr. Thomas has offered to help me
with my room at school."
	"That's very kind of you." Catherine gave the gentleman a warm
smile.
	Joe Thomas' reply was a shrug. "The room wasn't used as a classroom
last year. There's a lot for her to do before school begins."
	Silence settled around them leaving a feeling of awkwardness. Alice
told her renter goodbye, and the others followed her out of the restaurant.
	Outside Britt said, "Talk about awkward."
	"I think it was sweet the man offered to take Miss Abbott to
dinner," Catherine remarked.
	"I think I agree with Britt," Devon spoke up. "Something seems a
bit off with that situation."
	Alice took hold of her brother's hand and pulled him toward their
vehicle. "I'm ready for some of Catherine's delicious cobbler."
	"Nothing awkward about that, is there?" Britt's eyes held a twinkle
as he spoke.

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	Friday evening Britt and Devon went out for dinner. Brian Poteet
and Alice had a date, so the two men decided to follow their dinner with an
evening at the Fox Den, a local nightspot in Porterville. In fact, that was
where Britt had first met Devon McKenzie.
	With Britt driving, the two made their way downtown. Their favorite
place to eat was in the town square located in the middle of Porterville's
business district. They had been discussing their day when Britt made a
sudden turn.
	"I thought we were eating downtown," Devon spoke up.
	"We are. I want to take a side trip first."
	Devon was silent as he watched the road in front of them. He
finally realized where Britt was heading. "You're driving by Alice's house,
aren't you?"
	Britt nodded. "I'll admit, I'm a bit curious."
	"About what? I'm sure the house looks the same as it did when Alice
lived there," Devon told him.
	When Britt turned onto the street where Alice's house was located,
he slowed down and drove slowly along the road. When he reached the Cooper
house, he pulled to the side of the street and brought his car to a halt.
	"Looks like Miss Abbott has company," Britt said indicating a blue
Ford truck parked in the driveway.
	"It would seem that Alice's renter may know several people in
town," Devon decided.
	"I think you're right," Britt agreed.
	As the two men sat in the car, the door to Alice's house suddenly
opened, and a man hurried down the steps. He walked rather briskly, as if
he was in a hurry to leave.
	When Britt recognized Susan Abbott's visitor, he said, "I had an
idea that truck might belong to the man."
	"Joe Thomas," Devon remarked.
	 They watched as the school custodian backed his truck into the
street, and with a squeal of tires, disappeared from sight.
	"He seemed awfully damned anxious to leave," Britt said
thoughtfully.
	"He certainly did," Devon agreed.
	"You want to follow him?"
	Devon shook his head. "Don't think we'd learn a thing. The man's
probably heading home. I'm sure there's nothing secretive about where he
lives."
	Britt thought the same thing, so rather than taking off after
Thomas, he drove them to the restaurant. An hour later they were on their
way to the Fox Den. When Britt pulled into the parking lot, Devon tapped
him on the shoulder.
	"This is the first time we've been back," he reminded.
	"Certainly seems longer than a year, doesn't it?"
	Devon gave a nod and said, "A lot has changed."
	Britt smiled and said, "Mostly for the good I think."
	As the two men stepped from the car, Devon said, "Are you ready to
go slumming?"
	"Hey, is that any way to refer to the place where we first met?"
Britt pretended to be crushed by his lover's words.
	"Come on, let's party!"
	They stepped inside the bar and headed for a table. There were
several empty ones to choose from.
	"I guess it's still early in the evening," Britt told Devon.
	"Give the place a couple of hours, and I'm pretty sure things will
pick up."
	They ordered beer and settled back to enjoy their evening. A bit
later, as they were enjoying a second bottle, a couple approached their
table.
	Devon was the first to speak. "Hey, you two. Care to join us?"
	Ronald James worked for Devon's company, Porter Textile. His
partner, Marty Wilcox, was a doctor on staff at Porterville
Hospital. Several years back Ron and Devon had dated briefly, but nothing
permanent had come from the relationship. The two remained good friends.
	"Please, have a seat," Britt invited. He knew the two men fairly
well. Both had played an important part in helping him solve a mystery
concerning Devon's family.
	"It's been a while," Marty said pulling out a chair.
	Ron took a seat beside his partner. "You guys come here often?" he
asked.
	"Actually, this is where Britt and I met," Devon
answered. "However, this is the first time we've been back."
	"How about you guys?" Britt asked.
	"Oh, we come now and then," Marty said.
	"When he can manage some time off," Ron added.
	Marty turned to Britt and asked, "Are you glad to be living back in
Porterville?"
	"I am," Britt answered the doctor. "I still have my house in the
City. It's nice to have a place to land when we hit town," he added.
	"Which will be more often after the first of the year," Devon
added.
	"What happens then?" Ron asked.
	"We're going to purchase season tickets this year for the Lyric."
	"They have an excellent roster of plays next year," Devon supplied.
	"Ron and I have talked about it. We've just never made good our
intentions," Marty ended.
	"If you ever do, know that you have a place to stay while you're in
town," Britt said. "We have a guest room, and it's always made up and
ready."
	"We'll keep that in mind," both men assured him.
	Marty and Ron's drinks arrived, and the four sat back, ready to
enjoy their evening.
	"You couldn't talk Alice into coming with you guys?" Ron asked.
	"I think she would rather spend time with Brian Poteet," Devon
answered.
	Ron looked surprised. "Poteet the police officer?"
	Devon nodded. "It appears the two think highly of each other."
	"Brian's a good guy," Britt pointed out.
	"He'd better damn well be," Devon declared.
	Marty grinned and said, "Ah, the protective brother."
	"Alice and I spent a lot of years not knowing about each other. I
feel I owe everything to her. Especially after what the people I thought to
be my family did to her."
	"Alice is very lucky to have you for a brother," Ron praised.
	Britt raised his bottle and said, "The four of us are lucky, too. I
know that I am," he added giving Devon a smile. "Lets have a toast."
	They shared their toast and were in the middle of ordering more
drinks when Britt's face showed surprise.
	"I'll be damned! Look who just came through the door," he said
turning to Devon.
	Susan Abbott was walking into the bar, followed by a man not much
older than her.
	"Who the hell is that?" Ron asked.
	"Susan Abbott," Britt supplied.
	"Fourth grade teacher at Madison and the person renting Alice's
house," Devon added.
	Marty stared for a time at the woman, watching as she and the young
man took seats at a nearby table. He turned to Ron and grinned.
	"I'm gay, no doubt about it. But gentlemen, let me tell you, that's
a lady who, if it were possible, could make me straight as an arrow."
	"I've heard there are some guys who travel both ways," Devon
teased.
	Marty reached over and gave Ron's hand a squeeze. "I'm sure you're
right; however, I can assure you, I am definitely not one of those
species."
	Britt eyed the school teacher sharply and said, "I'm not so sure
the term `lady' fits Alice's renter."
	"Does anyone recognize the guy she's with?" Devon asked.
	It was Marty Wilcox who answered. "He's also a teacher at
Madison. His name's Charlie Rogers."
	"She seems to be making friends around town rather quickly," Devon
remarked.
	"At least people connected with the school system," Britt decided.
	"Do you know much about him, Marty?" Devon asked.
	Doctor Marty Wilcox shook his head. "Not much," he answered. "He
came to me a couple of times for a physical. Other than that, I don't know
a thing about him."
	Britt couldn't resist teasing the doctor. "If you've seen the man
in that capacity two separate times, something tells me you know quite a
bit about the man."
	"Yeah, we want details," Devon retorted.
	"Time to change the subject," Marty laughed.
	"You're not going to pull that old `doctor/patient' shit are you?"
	"He's really good keeping confidences," Ron explained.
	"That's good to know. Should I ever need a physical," Britt added
with a grin.
	"Just bend over," Marty retorted as he made a fist. "I'm quite
thorough with all of my exams," he joked.
	"Lucky you," Devon said giving Ron a big grin.
	"He is good at what he does," Ron assured them.
	Around midnight and several drinks later, Britt said, "Look." The
others at his table looked in the direction he pointed. Susan Abbott was in
the act of leaving. Her date followed closely behind her.
	"Should we follow them?" Devon asked.
	Britt shrugged his shoulders. "Why? There's nothing unusual about a
woman leaving a bar with a man. Happens all the time," he added.
	"I always leave with a man," Devon assured him.
	"I suppose you lead him straight to bed as well," Britt
teased. Then he added, "You're such a slut."
	"You love being with a slut, don't you."
	It was late, and Britt stood to his feet. "Take me home, slut," he
grinned.
	The four men left the bar and walked to their cars.
	"This has been fun," Devon said. "Let's do it again real soon."
	After agreeing to the idea, the two couples got into their vehicles
and went their separate ways. Britt assured Devon he was in good condition
to drive, and a short time later pulled up in front of the mansion.
	"I wonder if Alice's home," Devon mused.
	"She's a big girl," Britt told him. "She can take care of herself."
	Stepping inside the entryway, they were greeted by the glow of a
single lamp sitting on a long narrow table. Giant shadows cast themselves
along the walls as they made their way slowly up the stairs.
	"Are you going to check on Alice?" Britt asked.
	Devon shook his head. "As you said, she can take care of herself."
	Britt reached for his lover's hand. "Then let's go to bed. I want
to take care of you."
	"I like the sound of that."
	The two men hurried to their room and quickly closed the door after
them. It didn't take them long to become naked and wrapped in each other's
arms. Devon touched Britt's mouth with his lips and began a slow, drawn out
kiss. He worked his tongue inside and kissed his lover, feeling his passion
mount by the second.
	Sometime later Britt cried out as Devon slid inside him. A shiver
traveled through his body, and he rose up, forcing his lover to push
deeper.
	"Fuck," he cried out.
	"I'm going to fuck you hard," Devon groaned.
	Britt was on his back, his legs spread wide. Devon, between them,
was lost in emotion as he began grinding against his lover's body. The hair
on Britt's body felt good to Devon as he rubbed against the man, his body
attacking the love of his life.
	"God, your cock feels good," Britt moaned.
	Devon picked up speed and pounded Britt with everything he had in
him. The longer he fucked him, the hotter Britt's ass felt to his dick. His
balls began rumbling, and Devon realized he was about to shoot his load.
	"I'm going to explode," he warned.
	"God, yes! Give me your hot spunk, Babe!"
	Devon groaned and cried out, "Fuck!" The first rope of cum shot
into Britt's ass.
	"Yes!" Britt reached up and placed his hands, one on each of his
lover's cheeks. He pushed the man harder inside him.
	When Devon's balls had emptied themselves of their cum load, he
lowered his body and gave Britt a kiss. "I love you so much, Britt
Williams."
	Feeling Devon on his chest, Britt reached up and ran his fingers
through the man's hair. He never doubted his love for the man, but at this
very moment the love he felt for Devon went so deep it took his breath
way. For a time nothing was in Britt's world except the man who had just
filled him with cum.
	Devon soon brought him back to reality by raising up. "Hey, fuck
me," he ordered.
	Britt's dick was hard and leaking heavily as it dropped a thick
strand of pre cum into his pubes. He quickly changed places with Devon,
eager to drill the man's ass.
	Devon fell on his back, and Britt quickly crawled between his
legs. It didn't take long to grease the man's ass. After coating his cock
with gel, Britt entered Devon's hole. With one shove he was buried balls
deep inside Devon. His furry nut sac rested just below the man's hairy
entrance.
	"Oh, yeah, fuck me, Britt! Pound my ass," he cried.
	Britt fucked him hard. His cock loved the way Devon's ass gripped
it. The slippery walls of his lover's butt attacked his cock hungrily and
didn't let go until it was ready to shoot its load.
	Suddenly Britt moaned. "I'm going to blast," he warned.
	"Give me your load, Babe," Devon moaned.
	Britt began erupting inside the man, causing his lover to cry out.
	"God, I love your cum!" Devon breathed.
	Moments later Britt said, "I'm glad you like my cum. It feels like
I shot a lot up you."
	Devon rose up and kissed Britt on the mouth. Then he said, "Trust
me, it's very wet down there." He gave Britt a grin.
	A short time later Devon said, "I'm really glad that once upon a
time you came to Porterville in search of a story."
	"Are you certain about that?" Britt gave him a skeptical look.
	"Give me a few moments, and I'll show you how glad I am," Devon
assured him.
	Britt kissed him lightly on the mouth. "Trust me, I know exactly
how glad you are. How about a date back here first thing in the morning?"
	"So, does this mean the honeymoon's over?"
	Gently pulling the man's hair, Britt said, "After our date in the
morning, I'll let you decide that."