Date: Tue, 16 Aug 2011 20:26:32 -0400
From: Bradley Carson <bradleyjcarson@gmail.com>
Subject: Officer Jack Albertson - Chapter 14

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character of Brad Carson's physical appearance is totally based on myself,
although some other aspects of the character's life are fiction.  If you
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But, by later Sunday afternoon they both really wanted to make love,
though.  They were still there on the couch together watching TV.  They
were kissing hotly again, too.  Brad looked over and saw that there was a
huge tent in the front of the blue Pleasant View PD sweat shorts that Jack
had on.  "Well, another good thing about me living here," Brad grinned
evilly, "is that you never have to worry about having someone to take care
of THAT, either."  He punctuated the "THAT" by reaching over and grabbing a
handful of the hot bulge in Jack's lap.  Brad was now tenting his own
shorts majorly too.  They kissed even more.

"Thank you baby," Jack said with a grin.  "And, as I recall it has been,
what, three days now since I last got to do anything for you?"

"I think what you've been through is more than excuse enough for that,"
Brad said with chuckle.

"Sure, but looks like somebody is needing attention, though," Jack replied,
reaching down to grope Brad's bulge, as Brad was rubbing his.  They kissed
hotly some more.

"Shall we take this to the bedroom, baby?" Jack suggested with a big grin.

"Are you sure you're up for it?" Brad asked, and then they both laughed at
the unintentional pun, given how rock hard Jack clearly was.

"Just let me get back to our bed, and get me naked, and you'll so find out
how up for it I am, baby," Jack said huskily.

They went down the hall together, and Brad was happy to see that Jack was
no longer a bit unsteady on his feet.  But, as Jack sat down on the side of
the bed, the soreness in his chest was still obvious from the grimace he
made.  He then grabbed both of Brad's ass cheeks and pulled him toward him,
then reached up and unbuttoned Brad's shorts.  They fell to the floor and
Brad kicked them aside.

Brad and Jack were both already barefoot, having lost their sandals in the
living room while watching TV.  Jack reached up with his left hand and
started rubbing Brad's bulge through his boxers.  Brad groaned slightly.
Jack pulled Brad's boxers down, allowing Brad's fat five and a half inch
cock to plop out and stick straight out in front of him.

Brad stepped out of his boxers, standing there in front of Jack in just his
t-shirt now.  He moaned softly again as Jack reached up in under his
t-shirt and began running his big warm hands all over Brad's tummy, then
over his furry chest.  He then lightly pitched each nipple.  Brad groaned
louder.

"Take off your shirt," Jack requested, his voice still husky with a mixture
of love and lust for his man.  Brad laid his glasses on the bedside table,
then took off his t-shirt and tossed it aside.  He was now standing there
completely bare assed naked and hard as hell right in front of Jack.  Jack
was still dressed in his sweat shorts, boxers (both very tented, and with a
big wet spot of Jack's tasty sweet precum now visible all the way
through!), and a t-shirt.

Jack took in the sight of his cute, naked, hairy-chested, tall, stocky
lover.  Jack was filled with both true love and hot lust for every bit of
the six foot, one inch tall, 226-pound man in front of him.  Brad had short
dark brown hair, gelled back on top and buzzed closer on the sides.  His
glasses were off now, making it easier to see those pretty pale blue eyes.

His chest was covered with a moderate amount of brown fur.  His small pink
areolas had very erect nipples in the center of each of them at that
moment.  Brad had a chubby round tummy, just chubby enough to be found hot
by a guy like Jack, without being too much.  (Brad had felt that it WAS too
much before he had lost over 40 pounds earlier that year!)  Now, he just
had what most would call a "beer gut," although Brad hated beer!

Brad's tummy was dusted with a lighter amount of hair.  In the center of it
was a small innie belly button.  Below that was Brad's brown bush.  Then
there was that throbbing hard, extremely fat, five and a half inch long
cock, which was five inches around at the base.  Brad's cock tapered some
from the base to the head, and his cockhead was rather small.  Below the
head was a bit of foreskin, which had been left when he was circumsized as
a baby.  This skin was rolled completely back now, giving his cock the
appearance of being fully cut.  The cockhead was flushed a deep shade of
red.  Brad had rather small balls, about the size of walnuts when full, as
they were at this moment.  They were dusted with a fair amount of brown
fur.  Below this were Brad's long legs, which had a light amount of brown
fur on them as well, and his big number 13 feet.

Jack loved every inch of his man!  He engulfed Brad's cock in his hot
mouth.  "Oh, FUCK, baby!" Brad moaned.  Since it had been so long since he
had had a release, Brad knew that it would not take much of Jack's
excellent, naturally talented cock sucking at all to make him cum. "Uh-Ah!
UH! FUCK!" Brad groaned.

Jack simply loved this.  Brad tasted so damn good.  He swirled his tongue
all around Brad's fat cock and bobbed his head up and down on it.  Jack
reached up and fondled Brad's balls.  Brad groaned again, already feeling
his balls start to churn.

"Wait, baby!" He gasped.

Jack pulled off Brad's cock, and looked up at him with a devastatingly sexy
grin on his handsome round face.  "Good?" He asked evilly.

"So fuckin' good!" Brad exclaimed, still breathing heavy. "But, I'm not
ready to cum yet, babe.  We haven't even gotten you naked yet!"

They soon did something about that.  Brad carefully helped Jack manage to
get his t-shirt off, which was a little tricky given the soreness in his
chest.  Jack moved around to prop up on the pillows.  Brad chuckled at the
enormous tent in Jack's jogging shorts, which now had that big and so
fuckin' hot looking wet spot in the front from where Jack's precum had
soaked through both his boxers and the shorts.

Brad then yanked Jack's shorts and boxers off together, and pulled them off
his big feet, tossing them aside.  Despite his poor bruised lower chest,
which had already turned several dark colors beneath the fur, Jack was
still sure a very fucking sexy sight lying back on the pillows of his king
sized bed.  His rock hard six and a half by five and a half cut beer can
cock was sticking straight up, with precum glistening around the big red
engorged mushroom head.  His big hairy egg-sized low hanger balls looked so
full.

Brad was soon between his baby's legs, sucking that tasty cock for all he
was worth.  Jack groaned, and caressed Brad's hair with his hands.  "FUCK,
baby! Ah-UH! Uh! You are so fuckin' good - AH-UH! - at that!" Jack grunted.

Brad let Jack's cock plop from his mouth, and got up to reach over into the
bedside table for the lube.  He applied a generous amount to his ass, and
added some to his spit, which had already lubed Jack's throbbing meat.  He
then just straddled Jack and sat all the way down on that fat cock, facing
Jack.  He did it all very quickly, as Jack grinned in anticipation.

As he felt his throbbing cock go balls deep into Brad, Jack groaned.  "Are
you sure this isn't going to hurt you?" Brad asked, wondering if maybe it
was too soon to make love because of the continued soreness of Jack's
chest.  But, Jack was more than willing to potentially endure a little pain
in the chest for some pleasure in the cock.  He needed it.  "Oh, fuck yeah
baby, I'll be fine, just fuckin' ride it!" He cried.

Brad just sat still on Jack's cock, and leaned down and kissed him gently.
He then said, "I want to try something, baby."

"Anything," Jack gasped with a grin, loving the feeling of Brad's tight
chute clenching and unclenching on his throbbing thick meat as Brad sat
still on it.

"This," Brad said with an evil grin.  Golden rays of early afternoon
sunlight were gently, warmly slanting in the window and across the bed and
the naked bodies of the two lovers, as Brad sat there happily astride his
hot beefy dream cop.  Brad slowly rose up just then, almost all the way off
Jack's fat throbbing meat, and then slowly eased back down on it, taking it
balls deep again.  God, how it filled his chute with amazing warmth and
thickness and his heart, mind and body with purest love!  Brad then
repeated this up and down lovemaking maneuver a couple of times, going
painstakingly slow, and pushing down on Jack's thighs beneath him with his
hands to let him know not to thrust up.

"OH, GOD!" Jack groaned, knowing where this was going.  "Mmm, FUCK, you are
so hot and tight, Bradley!"

"I want to see how long we can go, big fella," Brad grinned, as he
continued his slow ride.  "We both love edging, and too, this way I can go
really slow and -Uh! - not jar you too much or make your chest hurt worse,
hopefully.  So, - Ah! - are you up for that?"

"Doesn't it - AH-UH! UH! - OH, FUCK! - feel like I'm up for it?" Jack asked
with a grin, as his throbbing hard cock was slowly being tortured by the
very slow up and down riding of Brad's hot, tight ass.

So they continued.  Five minutes went by, and then ten.  Jack just lay back
perfectly still and enjoyed it so much, resisting the nearly overwhelming
urge to start thrusting fast and hard up into Brad's hot tight ass and just
fill it with a big load of his spunk.  Brad was resisting his own urge to
really ride 'em cowboy.  He was going excruciatingly slow as he rode up and
down up and down on Jack's throbbing pecker.  He leaned down and they
kissed lovingly some more.

"AH!" Brad gasped, "That big cock feels so - Ah! - fuckin' good in me - UH!
Ah! - Jack!  I love you, baby! Oh! AH!"

"Mmm," Jack replied, as they looked deeply and directly into each other's
eyes, thoroughly enjoying the intense feelings, both physical and
emotional, that this slow lovemaking was bringing them.  "Baby - UH! - This
feels so fuckin' - AH-UH! - Incredible!  I love you too!  Uh! UH! OH GOD!"
Jack groaned, as Brad's slow up and down riding, and tight clenching ass
were working magic on his throbbing member.  Jack's heavy breathing was a
bit painful due to his soreness, but the way Brad's ass was making his
aching cock feel had momentarily made him forget all about that, though.

The fifteen-minute mark of their exquisite slow-fuck torture of one another
came and went, and still they stayed in this same pattern.  Jack was
managing to keep from getting to the edge, and so was Brad.

"AH-UH! UH!" Brad gasped, as Jack's hot, throbbing, meaty knob now seemed
to be hitting his love button any way he eased down onto it.  "OH, fuck!
BABY!"

"Yeah, give me that big load - AH-Uh! - Shoot it all over me, Brad!" Jack
encouraged.  Jack's own cock was feeling incredible now too.

"Not - Ah! - Yet!" Brad gasped, as he settled all he way down onto Jack's
fat meat and sat there very still again.  It took all his willpower for
Jack not to cum, as Brad's ass clenched on him as Brad tried to make
himself, and it, relax.  But, Brad managed not to cum too, though.

Brad sat still there on Jack's rock hard, throbbing fat dick, and they
stared silently, lovingly into one another's eyes again.  God, to feel so
full, so loved - so one - with his big guy!  They kissed, more passionately
now.  Brad slowly started to ride again.  Twenty minutes had passed now
since he had first climbed astride Jack's cock.

"Uh! So good! FUCK!" Jack groaned, as Brad's ass started working its
slow-speed magic on him again. "AH-UH! So GOOD!!!" He moaned again.

"Oh, yeah! - UH! - I fuckin' love having - AH-UH! - that big - UH! - cop
cock in me!" Brad growled.

Five more minutes passed, and then ten.  They were now at the thirty-minute
mark of their lovemaking.  Jack could rapidly stand no more of this
wonderful cock torture.

"Gonna have to - AH-UH! UH! OH! - Fuckin' CUM!!!" Jack groaned, now
trembling from head to toe from the powerful, overwhelming sensations that
were coming from his throbbing dick having been slowly edged by his man's
tight ass for half an hour now.  "Oh, BRADLEY!!!"

"FUCKIN' - UH! AH-UH! OH GOD!!! - FILL ME UP, - UH! - DARLIN'!" Brad
growled gazing in Jack's eyes and continuing his slow ride.  Brad's own
cock was rock hard as well and dripping precum, but he had not touched it
throughout their prolonged lovemaking session, and neither had Jack.  Brad
did not increase the pace of his ride any, but he shifted so that Jack's
big knob was once again hitting his love button every time now.

"AH-UH!" Brad groaned, "OH FUCK! FUCK!!! That big dick is - UH! - SO good!
JACK!!!"

"AH-UH! UH! OH FUCK!!! OH! UH! BRAD!!!" Jack grunted and groaned, his eyes
seeming to literally roll back a little.  His whole big body trembled.
"OH! FUCK! AH-UH! AH-UH!" His big chest convulsed, and his thighs jerked
beneath Brad's bare ass.  "I'm gonna - UH! AH-UH! FUCK!!! AH-UH! UH!!!
CUMMMMMMM!!" Jack yelled, as he totally lost control and enormous tidal
waves of powerful full body orgasm started sweeping over him.  Brad could
feel literally torrents of hot cum filling his insides as he settled down
on Jack's dick again, assaulting his prostate with Jack's spasming
knob. "BRADLEY! UH! AH-UH! BRADLEY!!!"  Jack was grunting, moaning, and
screaming loudly in pure passion, as he orgasmed very, very hard all over,
and his huge hot, thick load coated Brad's insides.

"AH-UH! UH! FUCK!!! JACK!!! BABY!!! OH!!!!" Brad grunted and yelled, as he
started shooting a huge load of hot cum all over Jack's furry chest and
tummy. "OH, GOD!!! JACK!!! UH! AH-UH!!!  BABY!!!"  Brad was moaning loudly
and panting, with tears of ecstasy literally coming to his eyes as he too
orgasmed amazingly hard, there astride his big wonderful man's throbbing,
cum-shooting fat cock.

"Oh, FUCK!  That was so fucking amazing, Bradley!" Jack finally declared,
while still gasping for breath a few minutes later.

"Thirty minutes well spent, big guy?" Brad asked with an evil grin.

"Damn right!" Jack said with a big evil grin.  "But get ready baby, next
time I'm just gonna fuck the hell out of you fast and hard to make up for
that.  I think my chest is even more sore after all that, but it was worth
it, though!"

They adjourned to the bathroom, where Brad ran water in the big garden tub
and they both climbed in.  They turned on the Jacuzzi jets, which felt
great and eased Jack's soreness, and they enjoyed a long hot bath together.
They were both too spent from their intense, prolonged lovemaking to get
horny again now.  But, they both enjoyed the tender closeness of their
bath, though.  They washed each other tenderly and lovingly, just reveling
in the total intimacy of that.

Jack opted to go shirtless the rest of that afternoon.  He wore only a
clean pair of comfy jogging shorts with no underwear, and Brad decided to
do the same.  After their bath, they went into Brad's new room, which Jack
had of course not seen since Brad had gotten everything set up.

Brad had put his desk and chair and his desktop PC, along with his stand
with all of his vinyl record collection and vintage turntable in the room.
He had also brought in a big floor to ceiling bookshelf with his collection
of various books.  Completing the room was his favorite old recliner, and
his TV, DVR, and DVD player.  The room was decorated with various old movie
posters and vintage reproduction advertising signs.  A retro neon
"Coca-Cola, 5 cents" clock hung over the turntable.

"Looks great!" Jack exclaimed approvingly.  "Now we each have our own
office and 'man cave'!"

Brad chuckled, "Yep!  If you're not here, or if we just want to watch
something different or whatever, we both can this way."

"I notice you didn't see the need to keep my guest bed in here," Jack
grinned evilly.

"Nope," Brad replied, also grinning.  "There may be times we want and need
our own space, and I think that is a good thing, since we're living
together now."  Jack nodded in agreement with this.  "But, there's only ONE
place I plan to sleep from now own."

"Right in my arms," Jack said with a grin.  "Naked, that is."

"YEP!  I love you big guy," Brad said, giving Jack a gentle kiss, as they
each felt the other's furry chest against their own, and smelled the fresh
clean scent from their recent bath together.

"I love you too, baby," Jack replied softly.  "So much."

They both slept well that night, as the pain pill he took before bedtime
had eased the ache in Jack's bruised chest.  They were talking in the
living room in the early afternoon the next day, a couple of hours after
Brad had fixed them each a big homemade chef's salad for lunch.

"I'm not about to try to swim as sore as I still am," Jack said.  "But, if
you want to swim you can, I could always sit on the deck with my legs in
the water or something.  Or maybe I'll just walk around in the pool, like
you did before I taught you how to actually swim," Jack chuckled teasingly.

"Nah, thanks anyway, babe," Brad said.  "It has gotten cloudy anyway, and
they're giving storms I think."

Brad also teasingly reminded Jack of what Miz Vivian had previously said
about Barney Finkster, Jack's queeny older neighbor across the back fence.
Finkster had apparently overheard some of Brad and Jack's previous poolside
lovemaking episodes.

"We'll have to keep it down next time I guess, or either just keep giving
ol' Barney something good to listen to and get off on!" Jack joked.

Barney Finkster was a 58-year-old freelance florist and decorator, who
mainly only worked weddings and other big events these days.  He had
formerly owned his own flower shop and design house, but these days he was
semi-retired and only worked what he referred to as "the best" big society
events in the region.  Barney had always been sort of the "town fairy"
there in Pleasant View.

That is, that one very obvious, stereotypical, and oh-so-effeminate gay man
that the whole town knows is gay, but yet never really totally acknowledges
that fact.  That one gay man whom everyone accepts because he is one of
their own, and is considered so necessary to have around and to assist with
whatever particular floral, decorating, and/or gardening functions at which
he happens to excel.  In Barney's case, he excelled at all three.

As a result, just as they always revere the "town fairy" in small town
Southern society, in Pleasant View, the old matrons and widows of the town
universally loved Barney Finkster.  This now included Miz Vivian, ever
since she had moved to Pleasant View and they had gotten to know each other
at the Garden Club's weekly meetings that summer.  Finkster always seemed
to have a mixed drink and/or a cigarette in his hand.  He also had a raspy
voice, totally over-the-top queeny demeanor, and exaggerated mannerisms,
all of which along with his physical appearance reminded everyone who met
him very much of the hilarious late actor, Paul Lynde.

By 4pm on that Monday afternoon, August 15, the weather forecast had proven
accurate, as there were severe thunderstorm warnings up for much of the
region, and ominous black storm clouds filled the sky.

"This looks more like April than August," Jack commented.  Jack didn't pay
a lot of attention to storms, although he still had common sense enough to
take precautions for the really severe stuff, though.  Brad, on the other
hand, had always been rather terrified of storms.  Thunder rolled in the
distance.

The guys had a 6pm dinner date at Miz Vivian's mansion.  She was treating
Jack, Brad, Justin and Eric all to dinner that Monday night.  "Least I can
do after you got yourself shot!" She had exclaimed to Jack on the phone
that morning.  Jack had asked her more than once if she was sure she was
feeling up to it.  He thought that having actually shot and killed a man
just three days before, even in self-defense, and even a total scumbag like
LeRoy Fawlkes, had to still be a pretty traumatic thing for Miz Vivian.  It
was, but in typical steel magnolia fashion, she had gotten up that Monday
morning, looked in the mirror, and decided to just go on with her life.

By 5:30 the guys had gotten dressed in dockers and polos.  Justin and Eric
were going to come directly to Miz Vivian's at 6pm.  They both were getting
off work at 5:00 that afternoon, so they would have time to run home and
change before coming to the little dinner party.

Just then a wail filled the air, as the wind picked up and the skies got
even darker outside.  It was the big, old school, air raid siren on top of
the nearby firehouse going off.

"Oh, hell!" Brad exclaimed, throwing an arm around Jack's back reflexively
as they sat on the couch together.

"Easy baby, we'll be OK," Jack reassured.  He flipped on his police radio,
which was on the end table, and changed it to the weather band.

"The National Weather Service has issued a Tornado Warning for Burnside
County, Kentucky, effective until 6:15pm.  At 5:29pm, Doppler radar
indicated a possible tornado located near Ducksburg and moving east at 45
miles per hour..."

"Oh, hell!" Brad exclaimed again.  "That's coming right this way, isn't
it!"

Before Jack could answer, Jack's cell rang.  "Vivian Arnow" read the caller
ID.

"Hullo," Jack answered calmly.

"Oh, hell's bells!" Miz Vivian exclaimed loudly in his ear.  "Do they have
to set off those damn end of the world sirens like that?  Those damn things
unnerve me even more than the thought of an approaching tornado!"  Brad
shared Miz Vivian's sentiment about the storm sirens.

"Yes, Ma'am, umm, I mean Miz Vivian," Jack replied, remembering that the
feisty older lady really HATED being called 'Ma'am.'  He then continued,
"That's mainly just to warn folks outside that they need to get inside.  We
were just listening to the warning on my police radio."

"I had the TV on, but it just went out," Miz Vivian replied, her steeliness
seeming to have come back now.  "Looked to me like the damn thing was
heading right for us, Ducksburg ain't really all that far the other side of
the lake!"

"Does sound that way," Jack replied grimly.

"Well get your asses on over here and let's get in the cellar!" Miz Vivian
commanded, clicking off before Jack could even reply.

Brad and Jack went out and got in the Mercury, with Brad driving.  Brad,
just out of nervousness, had stopped by the front door and grabbed Jack's
mail out of the box, and had then tossed it into the seat between them once
they were in the car.  Lightening was streaking across the dark skies now
and the wind was gusting hard, so they weren't about to try to just walk
across to Miz Vivian's as they normally would have.

In a few moments, Brad pulled the Grand Marquis up right in front of Miz
Vivian's big white-columned porch, and left it there on that part of the
circle drive.  He and Jack dashed up the wide old stone steps just as the
rain was starting.  Miz Vivian threw open one of the two big front doors,
and they dashed on into the foyer.

It was still only 5:40pm, but had gotten as dark as midnight outside, and
the sky had also taken on an ominous green cast.  Miz Vivian was clutching
a large flashlight in her hand, and it was a good thing, as just then all
the lights went off.

"C'mon!" She exclaimed.  Just then, there came a frantic kicking sound on
the big front doors.

"Lemme in! lemme in!!!" Came a desperate, raspy cry from out on the porch.

Miz Vivian threw open one of the doors again, and there stood a
panic-stricken Barney Finkster clutching his tiny toy poodle, Fifi, to his
chest with one hand, and holding a Marlboro Light and a tall mixed drink in
the other.  Just then the tornado sirens started wailing again.

"Oh, sweet JESUS!" Barney exclaimed raspily, and he shook all over, the
cigarette falling from his hand.  "It sounds like the end of the world!"

"Gawdalmighty!" Miz Vivian exclaimed, quickly stomping the cigarette and
then picking it up and giving it a fling off the porch and out into the
swifty-approaching storm.  "Get your ass on in here, Barney, before we all
get blown away!"

Soon, Barney (still clutching both his drink and his dog), along with Jack
and Brad, all followed Miz Vivian down the stairs that led from the back of
the foyer down into the cellar.  They all sat down in some old folding
chairs that were over near the wine racks.  Jack glanced in the direction
of the concealed doorway, where everyone now knew that the hidden staircase
from upstairs, and the entrance to the tunnel to the old kitchen were both
located.  Jack had brought his handheld police radio, and was glad that
despite the storm and despite being down in the big old limestone-walled
cellar, its reception was still just fine.  The weather bulletins seemed to
indicate that the storm was still heading right for Pleasant View.

Jack got on the radio then and said, "This is off duty Unit 604 to
dispatch."

Dispatch soon advised Jack that they were doing exactly what they should
be, by being in the cellar.  They then asked him to call the station on his
cell for further details, and he did so, equally relieved it was also
getting a signal down there.  He then found out that Officer Earheart had
called in upon arriving home a few minutes earlier to report that he and
Eric had watched a large funnel cloud touch down across the lake from their
house, right after they had both gotten home from work.  They and their
house were fine, as the tornado was going away from them, but it seemed
headed right for downtown Pleasant View, though.

Thirty minutes passed, and word came over the radio that the tornado
warning had been lifted.  They had all heard the sounds of what was clearly
a very powerful thunderstorm outside coming from upstairs, but nothing that
had sounded overly violent though.  Jack had silently decided that if he
had heard anything like the stereotypical "freight train" sound of an
approaching tornado, he would have taken them all on back into the old
tunnel.

Jack was glad he had not had to do so, as he knew this would have totally
freaked Brad out.  And Jack didn't even want to think about what a reaction
it would have elicited from Barney Finkster.  Jack guessed that both Barney
and Fifi would have peed right then and there, out of total fright and
panic.  Jack reasoned that even though this house had now stood for over
150 years, given the way tornadoes had been so violent and powerful all
over the country this year, it was still better to be safe than sorry.  The
four of them soon ventured upstairs, with Miz Vivian leading the way with
her flashlight.  Barney still clutched Fifi, but he had long since downed
the rest of his drink, so the tall hurricane glass in his other hand was
empty now.

"Well, thank Gawd, everything looks fine!" Miz Vivian exclaimed.

She opened one of the front doors, and they all gazed out.  It had already
gotten a little lighter outside, and only a misty rain was falling.  There
were a few limbs blown down here and there, but everything else appeared
fine.  They could see across the Thomason estate's grounds and across
Crabapple Street that Jack's house looked just fine too.  Beyond that, over
across Jack's tall back fence, they could also see that the roof of Barney
and Fifi's home was still in place, too.

Another check with the station confirmed that the rest of the town had
weathered the storm just as well, fortunately.  The tornado had lifted back
up just in time, and had passed high overhead, thankfully missing Pleasant
View altogether.  It had touched down again somewhere over in the next
county, and done some damage there in a rural area.  Jack's cell rang
again.

It was Justin, telling them that now that the storm was over, he and Eric
were on their way, if Miz Vivian still wanted to do dinner.  She told Jack
to tell them to come on.  The power was still out, and they had found out
this was because of the fact that when the tornado had touched down briefly
over across the lake from Justin and Eric's house, it had destroyed two
things.  These two things had taken a direct hit, and had been the site of
the only damage in all of Burnside County: Chief Morganfield's old barn
where Hannity and Fawlkes had once had their trysts, and the main
electrical power substation that served all of Pleasant View.

"Well, I need to start supper," Miz Vivian said.

"How?" Brad asked, since the electricity was obviously still off.

"Honey," Miz Vivian drawled with a big confident grin, "us real cooks have
gas ranges!  You wanna stay for supper, Barney?" She then asked.

"Naw, thank you anyways, Miz Vivian," Barney rasped.  "I'm afraid that my
little girl here and I have both had way too much excitement for one
afternoon!  We're heading to the house!"  With that, he flounced away in
the direction of his house, little dog and empty hurricane glass both
clutched firmly in either hand.

In spite of not having any power, Miz Vivian did just fine bustling around
the kitchen, with plenty of natural late afternoon light coming in the big
window over her sink.  The sun had actually come back out in the west now,
and a light drizzle was still falling from the bank of dark purple clouds
that were still overhead and off to the east.

Miz Vivian was at the sink filling a saucepan with water.  "Oh, boys!" She
exclaimed to Jack and Brad, who were sitting at the small table in the
eat-in nook off of the kitchen.  "Look, a double rainbow!"

Sure enough, back in the direction of Pleasant View Lake an enormous double
rainbow was filling the sky.  "That looks like it is probably right over
Justin and Eric's house, practically," Jack commented.

"How appropriate!" Brad couldn't resist quipping.  They all laughed at
that.  Just then, a knock came at the front door.

"That'll be Justin and Eric," Jack said.  "I'll get it, Miz Vivian."

Soon Jack was back in the kitchen along with Justin and Eric.  They all
asked Miz Vivian if there was anything they could do to help with the meal.
"No, thank you, boys.  Why don't ya'll go make yourselves comfortable out
in the family room.  This meal's gonna take me awhile to get together,
especially gettin' a late start like I did on account of the storm.  I
would say watch TV, but obviously that's not an option with the electric
off," she laughed.

The guys went down a long corridor to another part of the big old house,
and settled into the comfy overstuffed furniture of Miz Vivian's large
family room.

"I wonder what the dear old thing wanted with a house this big," Eric said.
"I mean, it is gorgeous, but one lady all alone living in a place this
size?"

"I think she was hoping that Dr. Arnow and his wife would either move in
with her, or at least come over and stay along with their kids a lot," Jack
reasoned.  "But, they frankly don't seem too interested in her, even after
she moved up here to be near them.  I mean, sure, they were here for her
when everything happened, but it seems like that in normal times they're
not going to really want to come around that much."

The two couples sat and chatted awhile.  Even though it was normally light
outside until later in the evening during August in Pleasant View, more
clouds had rolled in from the west now, and it was starting to get pretty
dark in the old mansion.  The weather forecast was now only predicting a
few rain showers for that night, fortunately, with clearing again later.
Given the direct hit the power station had taken from the tornado, it was
no telling when the power would be back on.

Justin commented that he was very surprised he had not been called back on
duty to help direct traffic, given that the traffic lights were probably
all out.  He noted that the couple of lights they had passed on the way
there were functioning, though, to his surprise.  Jack reminded him that
Pleasant View had wisely invested just a little while back in backup
generator systems for the traffic signals.

The guys went back to the kitchen, and found that Miz Vivian had lit a
large old antique kerosene lamp and was finishing preparing dinner by its
light.  They helped her carry all of the platters of delicious-looking food
into the big dining room.  They found that she had already gone in there
and lit the two sets of candlesticks atop antique sterling silver
candelabras, in the center of the long antique cherry dining room table.

Once all the food had been brought in, along with a pitcher of homemade
sweet iced tea, Miz Vivian brought in the lamp from the kitchen and sat it
on the big cherry buffet that stood along one wall of the dining room.  The
candlelight and lamplight gave the big old room a very timeless quality.
The two couples enjoyed a delicious dinner and the pleasant company of
their charming older hostess.

After dinner, the guys helped Miz Vivian move all of the stuff out of her
rapidly thawing fridge and freezer, down into a big deep freeze in the
cellar.  They reasoned that the deep freeze would not thaw out for a long
time, especially being down there.  Justin had checked with the station,
and they said that the power company was saying that it would be at least
sometime the next day before they could get another power source routed in
to get Pleasant View's power back on.

"We had better head on home," Justin said.  "I was supposed to be off
tomorrow, but I have a feeling I'll be called in first thing in the
morning.  Those generators on the traffic lights are only good for about 12
hours."  Justin and Eric each hugged Miz Vivian, then told Brad and Jack
goodnight, and headed out.

Miz Vivian blew out the candles on the table, and carried the lamp into the
kitchen, as Brad and Jack helped her clear away all of the dishes and carry
them back into the kitchen as well.  They complimented her again on the
superb dinner.

"I guess you boys need to be getting home soon too," she said.  It was only
about 8:15pm now.

"No, not really," Jack said.  "I've been put off work by the doctor all
week, which I still think is pretty silly since my chest is already not
nearly as sore as it was, and Brad can't work online tomorrow with no
electricity anyway."

The old lady seemed very pleased to hear this.  Brad carried the kerosene
lamp into the formal parlor up near the front of the mansion.  The room was
gorgeous, filled with antiques.  They wondered why Miz Vivian had requested
they go in there after dinner, rather than to the more comfortable family
room.

They soon found out.  She cranked up the antique Victrola that was on a
delicate antique table on one side of the room.  She put on an old 78 RPM
record, and soon the room was filled with the tinny, somewhat scratchy, but
still unmistakable sound of the Andrews Sisters singing "Rum and
Coca-Cola."

Brad and Jack grinned.  "This was my Momma and Daddy's old Victrola," Miz
Vivian explained.  "I brought it and their old records with me from
Georgia."

The guys thought this was sort of fun, listening to a few old records with
the kerosene lamp glowing in the old house.  Besides, what else were they
really going to go out and do that evening with the power out all over
town.  This brought another concern to Jack's mind.

Ernest Tubb was singing "Walkin' the Floor Over You" on the Victorla, as
Jack spoke up.  "Miz Vivian, I think me and Brad should stay here with you
tonight, just to be on the safe side.  Your alarm's battery backup will be
dead before much longer."

"Well, the preacher is dead," Miz Vivian said, shivering a little with the
recollection of having had to be personally responsible for seeing to that.
"And those other two jackasses are in prison, so I don't think I have too
much to worry about."

"I'd still feel better staying here tonight," Jack said.  "You never know
what other local rednecks might try to take advantage of the power being
out and you being here all alone."

"But what about your house?" She asked.

"It'll be fine.  A cop's house is not exactly the first place they try to
hit.  Besides, if mine and Brad's cars are over there, it'll look like we
are home." Jack replied.

So it was settled. Jack and Brad made a trip across the street in Brad's
car, to grab overnight bags.  Jack also got his gun belt and took it with
them, just in case.  They brought Jack's mail in out of Brad's car.  Jack
was really disturbed to see another letter from the Smithville lawyer
regarding the Smith's Mountain property.  After Jack read it, he insisted
to Brad that it was still just technicalities, and nothing to worry about,
though.  They then walked back over to Miz Vivian's.  It was nearly 10pm,
and the full moon had finally come out, as the skies had mostly cleared
now.

An hour later, after having visited awhile longer with Miz Vivian, they had
put out the kerosene lamp, and had then used flashlights to get to the
second floor.  They told Miz Vivian goodnight.  She showed them to a large
bedroom way on the other end of the long second floor hallway from her own.
Jack tried to say he would feel better being closer to her.

"Oh, nonsense," Miz Vivian had said.  "Y'all know already how I can scream
and holler if something happens and I have to," she chuckled.  "And I can
always call you too, for that matter, I'll have my Blackberry right by the
bed.  Besides, I thought you two might want some privacy tonight."

The light of the flashlights, as they all stood there in the hallway,
showed the naughty little smirk on Miz Vivian's face.  "These old mansions
can be damn romantic, especially with a full moon and no electricity.
Remind me in the mornin' though, I forgot tonight to tell you guys one of
the main things I meant to at dinner.  I have a big idea that I want to
share!  Right now though, just get on in there - and enjoy yourselves."
She added her trademark grin and note of suggestiveness to the word
"enjoy."

With that, she said goodnight, turned, and with her flashlight showing the
way, she disappeared down the long hallway in the direction of the master
bedroom.  Brad and Jack walked into the large bedroom, Brad shining their
flashlight.  They found that their room had an adjoining bathroom.  In the
bedroom was an enormous four-poster canopy bed.  A few minutes later, the
guys were lying naked together in that antique bed, as the soft moonlight
shone in across them.

TO BE CONTINUED...