Date: Fri, 25 Jul 2014 17:33:11 -0700
From: Harrison Westbourne <harrisonwestbourne@yahoo.com>
Subject: THE RUNAWAY & THE DRAG QUEEN: CHAPTER 13

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Recap of Chapter 12 of THE RUNAWAY AND THE DRAG QUEEN

XAVIER

Glenn and I had finally managed to find some time to be alone in our
bedroom.  It had been very stressful the last few days dealing with my
grandmother, the violent attacks, and the stresses of school.  As we
entered the room, some soft music was put on featuring "Forever Love" by
Reba McEntire among other love songs.  Taking me in his strong, loving
arms, we danced slowly expressing our feelings without speaking a single
word.  As the evening progressed, we worked our way over to the bed and
slowly undressed each other until we fell atop the mattress.  It felt so
right with our naked flesh pressing against one another as we kissed and
stroked each other.  Rolling Glenn on his back, I began moving down his
body using my lips and tongue to drive him wild with anticipation.  As I
reached his strong dick, he was gripping the sheets with his breath getting
shorter and faster.  I teased his even more by nuzzling his nuts and
licking them with my warm, wet tongue until I thought he would jump off the
bed.  Staring at the thick base, my lips slowly inched their way to the
dripping knob and the engulfed it in one sudden motion.  Glenn's toes
curled and he elicited a loud moan as I reached the bottom.  Sucking as
intensely as a vacuum, I wanted to make absolutely certain that he knew how
much I cared for him and wanted to please him.  I kept up my assault
ignoring his protests as he squirmed underneath me.  Find just the right
spot near ridge of his head, I felt him shudder and shake as his testicles
started to draw up close to his body.  Knowing this was the signal that his
climax was near, I simply sucked harder until I felt him shoot his sweet
load down my throat.

THE RUNAWAY & THE DRAG QUEEN: CHAPTER THIRTEEN (13)

XAVIER

Glenn started to recover as I crawled next to him on the bed.  He smiled
and kissed me before asking if I was ready for my treat.  I told him to
relax since making him happy was my reward and I just wanted to lay
together like we were.  Turning the radio down and lowering the lights, we
snuggled close and fell asleep.  I could hear his heart and feel his chest
rise and fall with each breath.  Even with everything happening in my life,
I had never felt so safe and secure than at this moment.  Shutting off my
mind, I slowly drifted into that loving embrace of slumber.  It was not to
be a long one since my phone started ringing.  Without even looking at it,
I answered to find my grandfather on the other end.  From the sound of his
voice, he had been crying as he informed me that Rachel, my grandmother,
had passed away just a few minutes earlier.  She told him how happy she was
to have seen me and apologize for her behavior.  After a few words of love
for her husband, she closed her eyes and slipped away.  We talked a little
while longer before he yawned from grief.  Promising to call in later in
the day, we ended the conversation.

Glenn looked at me as I sat there with a blank expression on my face.  It
took him three attempts before I explained the nature of the call.  Holding
me, I didn't know whether to cry, scream, or thank God it was over.  She
was my grandmother but we had never been close.  Even the final visit only
served to ease her conscious more than mine.  All she was really expecting
from me was a sense of forgiveness.  I pushed there thoughts from my mind
and returned to my position next to Glenn.  Hoping to sleep some more, I
found myself wondering how I should handle this death as it wasn't the same
as losing my mother. Sleep came only a few moments before there was a knock
on our door.  Jeff informed us that the detective returned and had some new
questions for us.  Glenn and I got up, wrapped ourselves in large robes,
cleaned our face and walked into the main sitting room.

As we came in the room, Detective Hollister and his partner were sitting
across the small dining table from Jeff and Roger.  The four men chatted
until Officer Mastern spotted us.  Rising from his chair, he came over to
greet us and escorted us to the table.  Once everyone had said their
initial greetings, Wes began by explaining that some video footage of the
dark blue sedan that Glenn had spotted near our home.  There was a shot of
a partial license plate that was being researched.  Since the windows had
been treated with the darkening films, the video showed no evidence of the
individual behind the wheel.  As he described the vehicle complete with a
specialized spoiler on the trunk, I began to think about the cars I had
seen in the school parking lot.  From the information I just heard, there
was only one person who had a similar style of auto.  My heart started to
pound and I got dizzy as I realized that we might be dealing with someone
who had been giving me trouble since my first day.  Glenn noticed and
grabbed my hand until I calmed down.  When I was able to think clearly, I
told them whose car I thought it might be.  As I spoke the name, Timothy
Boatswain, Glenn's face became red and you could almost see steam pouring
out of his ears.  Wes noticed his reaction as well and asked what the
problem was.  Glenn calmly explained that this man had been interested in
him before I arrived but was rejected because he was not interesting to my
lover.  Taking down the name, he agreed to interview him and examine the
vehicle.

GLENN

When Timothy's name was mentioned in connection with the car I saw by our
house recently I almost exploded.  How could I have been so stupid not to
realize that he was the perfect suspect.  From the time I was 6 years old,
he had been trying to be my friend and, most recently, expressed his
interest in dating me.  I liked him but found him to be rude, obnoxious,
and quite insensitive to other people's problems.  While I volunteered with
Home For Humanity, he chose to sit back and have his parents write big
checks to avoid doing the actual work.  I have ridden in that same car and
felt stupid that I failed to recognize it.  The detective promised to
investigate so I swore I wouldn't do anything crazy until I heard back.  If
it is revealed that Timothy is involved in any way, I will be forced to
defend my family to the fullest extent of my ability.

TIMOTHY BOATSWAIN

My contact in the police force informed me that a car had been identified
on video around the time of the latest attack on Xavier's house.  I don't
think that it is mine but I will take the necessary precautions to avoid
being linked to this case.  One of my mother's uncle's owns a junkyard
where they are liberal about receiving trashed cars.  It is okay as long as
you don't ask too many questions.  He could even get me a brand new ride
that would be untraceable.  I'll drop it off tonight and he can bring me my
new car first thing in the morning.  Uncle Carl will make sure that nobody
ever finds my car, which is a shame since I spent so much time restoring
it.  The next one will be just as sporty but I'll not be using it to spy on
that little harlot who stole my man.

XAVIER

After the two officers left, I informed Jeff and Roger of the phone call
from my grandfather.  They were both upset and promised to offer any type
of help they could provide.  We talked about the brief discussion I had
with Isaac about the funeral my grandmother wanted.  It was going to be a
simple and elegant event.  I asked if any of their former church friends
would be there but he hadn't let any of them know about her passing.  Jeff
offered to drive me over to the mortuary parlor to help with the
arrangements.  Glenn and I went to our room to dress when my phone rang.
It turned out to be another detective who was calling about Isaac Xavier.
My number was the only contact they could find but I was confused as to why
I was being phoned.  The gentleman on the other end explained that he had
been found dead in his hotel room by room service.  It happened shortly
after he spoke to me but I didn't know what to do about it.  The last thing
I recall was falling before everything went pitch black.

I woke up to find a paramedic taking my blood pressure with my family
standing behind him.  The young man explained that I lost consciousness due
to the sudden shock from the phone call but was otherwise fine.  Helping to
sit up on the sofa, they packed up and left me with Glenn.  I realized at
that exact moment that I had no one left.  My father was in the wind
somewhere, my mom died after I was born, and now my only biological family
was gone.  The tears flowed as Jeff and Roger came in to help me cope with
this loss.  My grandparents had treated me horribly and caused me to run
away from home but now they were gone.  Emotions swirled around in my mind
as I struggled to process this realization.  One train of thought made me
sad because I was an orphan but I had also found a new family that loved me
more than anything in the world.

We all cleaned up and dressed before eating a quick meal from room service.
The escort officers drove us over to the hotel where Isaac had been staying
to get a positive identification before taking him to the same mortuary
where Rachel was.  I stood there, surrounded by loved ones, as they showed
me his face.  Nodding and grunting a positive statement, we followed the
coroner to the funeral home.  His preliminary cause of death was a massive
heart attack but wanted to know if an autopsy was wanted.  Apparently my
grandparents had signed papers assigning me power of attorney for all their
affairs.  I asked what he minimum was required to determine cause and time
of death and he said just some blood work as there was a long history of
heart problems.  The samples were obtained and we waited for the mortician
to meet with us.

Jefferson Andreys came from a long history of morticians.  His family
started performing this service during the American Civil War.  They built
a successful business that included several locations throughout the
Midwest.  A tall man, at 6 feet 7, his cool blue eyes and light brown hair
helped him have a calming effect of his customers.  As he spoke about the
plans that Isaac and Rachel had begun, I found my sorrow abating a tad.  We
approved the plans and made a few additions that had not been finalized
before leaving for the day.  Glenn never let go of my hand the entire time
we were out and it gave me such confidence that I would survive.  The next
several days flew by in a haze of activity.  We went back to school, with
police escort, for three days before my grandparents were laid to rest.
During the service, I walked like I was in a trance but I swore that Eddie
and his parents had been sitting near the rear of the church.  They left
before I got myself around to thank everyone for attending.  It had to have
been my imagination working overtime due to grief and stress.  After the
luncheon, we returned to the hotel where Glenn and I retreated to our room.
Stripped to our underwear, we cuddled close to each other listening to soft
music until we drifted off to sleep.

WESLEY HOLLISTER

Standing near Xavier and his family, I recalled the funerals of both my
parents and Mitchell.  They died shortly after I graduated the police
academy because of a drunk trucker on their way to a casino in Indiana.  My
partner Mitchell had been the one to receive the call and when I returned
from my shift he had to tell me.  I could see that he was intensely
disturbed the minute I came in the door.  His family had abandoned him when
he came out so my parents were like his own.  As he fought back tears, I
learned about the crash and the cause as my blood began to boil.  Mitchell
collapsed in a sobbing heap and I ran to hold him while we both cried.  We
somehow managed to pull ourselves together and went to retrieve their
belongings from the police department and have their bodies transferred to
a funeral parlor.  The plans for their service took less time than I
expected since they had most of it decided ahead of time.  Watching them be
laid to rest, side by side, gave me strength that at least they were still
together.

My memory then flashed to the news of Mitchell's death at the hands of a
psychotic serial killer.  There had been several street musicians murdered
in the previous seven months.  All were male and had been found castrated
with their throats cut.  Mitchell worked as a violinist with the symphony
but did occasionally perform in the subways on off days.  After the first
three victims I convinced him to stop the street gigs and he had actually
gotten a job with a recording company.  As the task force was going over
the evidence again, a call came in about a new body being discovered near
the Belmont Red Line station.  I rushed over to the scene only to be told
not to approach.  As I monitored the crowd , the coroner wheeled the body
out followed by an officer carrying a violin case.  Seeing the color and
condition made me realize that it was Mitchell's.  It had been a gift from
me when he became first chair with the symphony and had his initials on a
brass plate.  Suddenly I was falling and I could hear other policemen
calling for medical assistance.  Waking up later in the ER, I was
confronted by a police chaplain and my commander.  They informed me that
they had positively confirmed that the victim was Mitchell.  He had been
coming home from a recording session early in the morning when he was
attacked and there was video evidence capturing the face of the killer for
the first time.  My only consolation is that his death resulted in the
capture and conviction of the serial madman.  It was then that the church
bells brought me back to the present and it took me a couple of seconds to
remember where I was.

TIMOTHY

I felt stupid hiding my face with this makeup and black fedora.  Sitting a
few rows behind the family, I seethed as Glenn spent all his time coddling
that little tramp.  This was a funeral and even I felt bad that Xavier's
grandparents had both passed but he still took my man.  Police had stopped
by my home to look at my car and I managed to produce a stolen vehicle
report created by my inside contact.  It made it appear that the car had
not been in my hands for three months.  Once they saw that and asked some
questions, I felt relieved until I learned about this latest development.
These idiots think they have everything figured out but I'm SO much smarter
than any flatfoot detective.  Glenn will be mine soon and Xavier will
suffer the ultimate loss if I have anything to say about it.

ANDER MASTERN

We interviewed Timothy Boatswain and he had a report that his car had been
stolen three months earlier.  I don't by it since people I interviewed at
the school recall seeing him arrive in it until a week ago.  There has to
be a mole giving him the fake report and maybe even feeding him details
about the case.  Personally the young man struck me as a sociopath who
though he was smarter than the world.  Those type of people eventually make
a small mistake that gets them caught.  I just wish Wes would relax around
me rather than act like I have the plague.  His history reached the entire
department so I know what happened but I still want to take him in my arms
and make it all better.  Sometimes I can see a desire to let me inside when
I catch his glance from across the room so maybe it will happen soon.

XAVIER

After the funeral, Glenn and I crawled into bed not anticipating sex.
About 1 am, I woke to find my boyfriend spooned behind me with his arms
around my waist.  As I moved, I felt his erection pressing against my
backside and decided to have a little fun.  Pushing back harder, I began
wiggling all around and letting small sleep-like moans out.  Within minutes
I felt his hips start to move and his embrace tighten.  This teasing went
on for several more moments until I heard a little laugh.  Turning to face
Glenn, I slapped him for pretending to be asleep. He smiled and swatted y
ass for teasing an "unconscious" man.  I blushed deeply and began kissing
the handsome face in front of me.  His lips are so soft and make me want to
never stop touching or kissing them, As he rolled on top of me, I could
sense he was taking charge and it was making me even hotter.  Pining my
arms above my head, he attacked my armpits causing me to struggle and beg
him to stop.  That spot was one of my weaknesses and he knew how it drove
me crazy.  Licking from pit to nipple, I was bouncing between agony and
ecstasy as he dealt out his form of "punishment" for teasing him.  It was
my own fault but I also loved to have him show me how much he loved me.
Freeing one of his hands, he started to lightly spank me as his moved up to
my neck and ears.  I wrapped m legs around his waist and just enjoyed the
sensations he was causing, forgetting the horrible events of the past few
days.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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