Date: Mon, 15 Jun 2015 15:12:12 +0100
From: Alain Mahy <amahy1957@gmail.com>
Subject: Tarot Cards and More 6

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Living together implied a lot of small changes.  Nothing was annoying, just
minor changes in habits that one had to get used to.  But there were big
changes as well.  The biggest one, as you can imagine, was of course the
fact we went to bed together and got up together.  It seemed stupid to
think that sleeping together would make such a big difference, but when
waking up during the night for whatever reason it was and feeling Alex
spooned up against me, was always making me smile and feeling safe.
Hearing his soft snoring confirmed he was there.  Feeling his morning wood
was making me horny.


*******


Since Alex moved in, I had a major boost of inspiration.  The novel I was
working on went quite quickly despite the writer's block I had experienced.
Alex being around had certainly helped, but strange at the same time.  The
characters I was describing were nothing like Alex at all.  That could
maybe be an idea for a next novel.

As I said before, the fact Alex was getting up early and that we wanted to
have breakfast together, made that I was up a lot earlier than before.  As
soon as Alex was out of the door, I would shower, put on something really
comfortable and sit at my desk to furiously type away on the keyboard.
That's how I discovered that I was doing quite a lot more work early in the
morning.  Around two in the afternoon I felt the inspiration skipping away
and that indicated it was time to have some light lunch.  That would also
be the moment I would send a SMS to Alex telling him I loved him or missed
him or whatever I felt at that moment.

The fear I had, before his moving in, that I wouldn't know when Alex would
be home, was not justified, as he thought about sending me messages or
calling when he saw he would be late.  As a matter of fact it happened only
a few times.  When he came home, he always told me about his day without
mentioning any name or place, being an ethical and professional police
officer.

The first time that Alex didn't arrive at his usual hour and without
sending me any message or without calling, I was worried, of course.  I
obliged myself to relax, telling myself it was to be expected it would
happen.  I tried to busy myself with some household chores and surprised
myself at which speed I could achieve them.  As it got later and later, I
ate my dinner alone.  I hated it!  When it was time to go to bed, Alex was
still not home.  I showered and slipped between the sheets, but couldn't
sleep.  I always have a few unfinished books on the nightstand and I tried
to concentrate on one of them, but it wasn't easy.  Although I was nervous
and worried, I fell asleep almost sitting up with cushions in my back and
behind my head and with the book in my lap and the light still on.  As in
my sleep I had heard a noise, I woke up, opened my eyes and looked at the
alarm clock to see it was already three o'clock in the morning.  When Alex
came into the bedroom he was surprised to see I was awake.  He looked very
tired and really worried.  I asked him if he wanted to talk about what had
happened.

- It is quite simple at first sight, but it got complicated quite rapidly.
We received a call about strange smells coming from a modest apartment
block.  When we arrived we discovered the origin of the smell immediately:
we found a corpse in advanced stage of decomposition.  The forensic doctor
was called and in his first examination could tell us the woman was dead
since about a week to ten days.  He estimated she was about forty years old
and that's where everything started to complicate.  The person who
officially lived there was a lady of sixty-five years old.  We found a
purse with identification papers and indeed it confirmed the age of
sixty-five.  The forensic insisted on the age he had said at the start.  We
asked all of the other tenants in the building and everybody confirmed that
the woman living in that apartment was a very nice lady, retired, not
married and no children.  So, there were not a lot of options: or the lady
we had found was not the usual tenant, or the forensic had made a major
mistake.

I had an intuition and told Alex.

- That woman has something to do with your two previous cases.

- Oh, I forgot to tell you.  The missed man that afterwards we found thanks
to your indications and the woman at the shopping mall had no relation at
all.  I am sorry, but you intuition was not right.

- I didn't say they were related Alex.  I just told you they had something
in common.  I don't know what it is that they had in common, but they
definitely had.  And this woman now has as well.

Although it was early in the morning already, I got out of bed and went
down while Alex undressed and took a shower.  Once in the living room, I
took out my cards and started to try to find the connection between the
three persons Alex had found dead and who apparently had no connection at
all.  It was a mystery for me as well.  The fact I had the intuition with
the two first persons and now a strong flash about the third one, was
bothering me.  I wanted to give him at least a clue as where to look.
Before spreading out the cards I concentrated on how to formulate the
question.  You see, the cards answer the question with the same precision
as you ask the question.  For example: if you ask the cards if you are
going to die, the answer will obviously be a yes because we are all bound
to die.  If you ask the cards if you are going to die within a period of
one month, due to a car accident, the answer will be totally different
because the question is far more precise.  So, if I asked the cards if the
three deaths were related I was sure I would receive a yes and that meant
that I had to be a lot more precise.

Alex pretended that the two first ones were not related and therefor didn't
believe me when I said the third one was as well, but I was convinced she
was.  My intuition, since I learned to use it, never failed me!  As Alex
had put a doubt in my mind, I had to find out.  So my first question to the
cards was just a confirmation of what I thought and the question was
accordingly: "Are the three people, found dead by Alex, in anyway
connected?"  The cards gave me a very clear answer: "yes" The second
question was reducing the options: "Are they related by blood?"  And with
that I meant if they were family.  This time the answer was not as clear.
In a certain way, the cards told me yes but I had a very strong feeling
that they were not family.  How could people be related by blood without
being family?  That made me think of another question: "Did they know each
other?" And again I got a no.  I was more and more confused.  Not about the
cards' answers, but by the case Alex was working on.  He continued to think
those were three different and individual cases whereas I was convinced it
was not the case.

When I went up to go to bed, Alex was already in bed and snoring softly.
He looked exhausted when he came in and I could understand he had fallen
asleep as quickly.  Once I slipped between the sheets, Alex turned around
and spooned me, wrapping his arm over my chest and pressing his body to
mine.  It didn't take me long to wander off to dreamland as well.

When I woke up and looked to the alarm clock, I saw it was far later then
our normal waking time.  I turned around and kissed Alex on the lips to
wake him up.  His reaction was instantaneous, responding to my kiss and
pressing our bodies together.  We were both sporting serious morning wood
and that made Alex moan as they were pressed together as well.  I was about
to tell him what time it was but reveled a moment longer in this intimacy.
I couldn't help to tell him the time.

- Ok, he said, this doesn't leave us time for an elaborate lovemaking, butÉ
what would you think of saving water and showering together?

I jumped out of bed and went to the bathroom to turn on the water.  Once
the water had the perfect temperature I stepped into the shower, knowing
Alex would last long before joining me.  I was right.  I was just soaked
wet when the glass door of the shower opened and Alex stepped in, wrapping
his arms around me immediately, kissing me and letting his hands roam over
my body.  I took the shower gel and poured a nice amount between our
chests.  The caressing became even smoother and softer.  Our hands glided
over each other and, as usual, we paid a particular attention to our
genitals and asses.  I knew when Alex wanted me to make love to him,
because he was then turning around very quickly, pressing his ass in my
crotch and that morning there was no exception.  I entered him easily
because of the soap, but also because he was so relaxed and had slept well.
He worked his ass-muscles so expertly that he milked me of my juice in
record time.  I stroke his manhood only a few times before he spurted out
his.  He apologized that there was no more time to enjoy each other, but he
had a case on his hands and had to rush off to the office.  He took
nonetheless his time to have a cup of coffee.  I mentioned him what the
cards had confirmed me.  He brushed it off telling me, with a smirk on his
face, that the cards that I considered almost human, could fail as well.
He rushed off and left me standing there.  It was the first time he acted
like that.  I discarded my work because I didn't feel comfortable with
Alex's attitude.  It was like he laughed at my intuitions and my ability to
give him answers with the cards.  He'd never done that before.

I went over to Tiffany and mentioned what had happened since the previous
night and his remark about the fact the cards could give wrong answers.

- Don't worry too much about it Gerald, Tiffany said.  You work with
intuition and he works with rock- hard proves.  Didn't you tell me he was
about to be transferred to CSI?

- No, I said totally surprised, I never mentioned something like that at
all because he never told me anything of the like.  Where did you get the
idea he was going to be transferred to CSI?

- I don't know, she said, I was sure you had mentioned it.  Anyway, don't
blame him on his reaction.  He had it with me as well in the past, till he
got solid proof that what I had said was the truth.  If you intuition and
the cards confirmed it, don't worry.  Alex will have to crawl on his knees
and beg for forgiveness!  You gave him the information and now it is up to
him to use it or not.  Knowing him, he will look into the case with your
information although he won't admit it at first.

- Admit it Tiffany, it hurts when the man you love and who you are living
with, is laughing at some important information I gave him.  I do it with
the best of intentions and my purpose is to help him.  You know how it is.
We can't explain our intuitions, but when the cards confirm it, there is no
doubt that we are right.  I realized that since I met you and you explained
to me how this all works, my intuitions have never failed me.  The things I
felt or saw or what the cards confirmed or indicated, were always right.  I
have absolutely no benefit or profit out of it.  You know it!

Damn, I was frustrated with Alex's attitude.  Tiffany saw it as well as my
growing nervousness.  She got up and I followed her to her kitchen where
she prepared an infusion she had the secret of.  I mentioned her infusions
before, but it was true they helped a lot.  We sat down in the living room,
sipping our drinks.

- Gerald, you have to calm down.  I know it is frustrating for you to see
how Alex discarded the information you provided.  If it hurts that much,
you will have to talk with him and make him remember that your relationship
is based on Love, Trust and Respect, and that includes your intuitions.  He
knew you had them before you even started your relationship.  Jeez!  It was
your intuition that made you meet!

She had a serious point there.  It was indeed my intuition that made him
find the first victim and that was enough reason for Alex to meet me.  I
had to talk to him because, even if I didn't want to, his attitude was
affecting me.

Alex was home at his normal hour but was clearly upset about something.  I
served us both a glass of wine before dinner and asked him to sit down in
the living room.  As I saw his serious face I thought it was better to let
him talk first if he wanted.  I would keep my frustration to myself for a
better moment.  I asked him what was bothering him.

- Work is the first thing.  I am completely stuck with three deaths and
there isn't the slightest clue to go forward.  It frustrates me because I
received an offer I would normally seen never refuse, but being stuck with
those three victims, I am not sure if I can accept the offer.  The second
thing that is bothering me is that I have to apologize to you.  My attitude
this morning was not adequate at all and I am not really proud about it.

I didn't even have to mention it.  He got aware by himself.

- Indeed it wasn't, I said.  You can't forget two things Alex.  First it is
thanks to my intuition that we met at Tiffany's.  The second thing is that
our relationship is based on Love, Trust and Respect and your attitude this
morning was a total lack of Trust AND Respect.  It hurt Alex and if you
hadn't brought it up, I surely would have!  I was angry, frustrated and
feeling miserable with it.  I am so glad you realized it all by yourself
and that you apologized.  We can all make mistakes but the most important
part of mistakes is to be able to admit them and learn out of them.  I can
accept that you don't want to know my intuitions and if it is the case, you
just tell me and I will shut up, but don't laugh with them, please.  If you
don't want to have my opinion about something, it is easy: don't mention it
at all.

- I am so sorry Gerald, he said, because you don't deserve to be hurt in
any way!  There are no excuses for my behavior and I do sincerely
apologize.  I don't know what made me act like that.

I saw he meant what he said and decided on the sport to forget the
incident.

- So what is it about the offer you would, normally seen, never refuse? I
asked.  Has it anything to do with CSI?

- How do you know it?  It was the first time they ever mentioned it today!
Nobody knows about that offer yet!

- Tiffany mentioned it this afternoon!  I answered.

- And how on earth did she know?

- Alex, why did you go over to here in the past?  Why do you go and ask her
things when you're stuck in an investigation?  You know she feels things,
knows things and, just like me, read the cards.  But in the case of CSI it
was not even the cards.  She asked me if your nerves had anything to do
with your transfer to CSI.  She just knew!

- Wow!  This is amazing.  I actually can't believe my own ears!  But,
despite of what Tiffany said, I don't think I can accept it as long as I am
stuck with those deaths and can't seem to find the smallest clue to resolve
the case.

- Listen Alex.  I want you to know that when I say something about your
work, it is not to bother you or to interfere.  When I tell you something
it is because I feel I can help you.  I got the intuition and the cards
confirmed me those three deaths have a common point.  Go over the facts you
have and look at things that you think are not really important.  Look at
small little details.  If you are about to go over to CSI, you will have to
notice little facts that maybe are not connected but will lead you to a
positive result.  You said you have not the slightest clue about those
cases and I tell you a major clue: they are connected, all three of them.
How?  I don't know.  I just know they are.  If it is any help to you, start
again at the very beginning, as if it were three new cases.  Clear your
mind of everything you know up till now.

I saw him think very deeply.  He was suddenly concentrated in the cases.
He looked like he was overlooking the files one by one.  I told him to
forget about it for now, clear his mind and relax.  He was home and had to
try to enjoy his free time so that he could start it all over again in the
morning.  We had dinner and after that settled on the couch and watching
some TV.  I surfed the channels and found the program "The Voice" and we
marveled at all those new talents and wonderful interpretations of known
songs.  It was the best way to make him forget his day at the office.

The next morning he left the house after a repeat session of the previous
day in the shower and his mug of coffee.  I was thinking about his cases
and got another intuition: a fourth death was on its way.  It was, once
again, connected to the other ones.  I knew there was no serial killer of
any kind, not intentional anyway.  I received an image of a man in a white
doctor's blouse.  It seemed logical for me, as the forensic was probably
the key man in all this.  That's where the answer had to be looked for.
For once I didn't wait till Alex came home to tell him.  I sent him a SMS.

"Number 4 on its way.  Listen to the forensic doctor"

I didn't expect an answer.  Alex was probably quite busy with the fourth
victim.  Nonetheless, I received a message from him.

"Any possibility to avoid number 4?"

I, unfortunately, had to tell him no.  I was so affected with that
intuition and the image of a "doctor" that I couldn't concentrate on my
writing.  My mind was working at the speed of light, but no sensible
answers came to my head.  As the weather was fine I went into my backyard
and did some gardening.  Most of the time it relaxed me and helped me
clearing my mind of whatever was running through it.  After a rougher
winter than usual, there was quite some weeding to do and take out plants
and flowers that were death.  I made my shopping list for new ones.  I was
so absorbed in my gardening tasks that I didn't realize how quick time went
by.  When I saw Alex coming through the door, I looked at my watch and saw
that I had been busy all day and had skipped lunch.  Even more, it was
almost time to start on preparing dinner.

Alex came over to me and kissed me, but didn't put all his love in it.  He
was clearly worried.

- Are you all right?  I asked.

- Yes and no, he said, as your announced number 4 has not arrived yet.

- I am sorry to say that it will arriveÉ soon.

- I guess you're right.  Time will tell.

Just at that moment his cell phone rang.  I could hear only his side of the
conversation but his eyes were fixed on me.  When he ended his call, his
look was really puzzled.

- I don't know how you knew, but indeed, number 4 is there.  Don't wait for
me to eat and go to bed.  I guess it will be a long night.  I have to run.
They are waiting for me at the railway station.

And off he was.  I thought about it.  First one was found in hospital, the
second at the shopping mall, the third one in her apartment and now the
fourth one at the railway station.  No connection at all.  The places where
they were found seemed not to be the common point of the four cases.  Two
of them were in public places, one in the hospital and one in a private
home.  But I was still convinced there was a connection somewhere.

When Alex came back it was almost six in the morning.  He had been up all
night in search of answers.  I wondered if the problem was the answers or
if the real problem was to ask the right questions.  Alex was far too tired
to comment his night.  He crept into bed and snuggled up to me, falling
asleep even before his head hit the pillow.

About two hours later I was wide-awake.  I slipped out of bed as quietly as
possible as to not wake Alex.  I took a shower and went down for coffee.  I
knew Alex needed his sleep and that he would wake by himself.  I was just
about to go and sit down at my desk when I heard him coming down the
stairs.

- My God Alex!  Shouldn't you sleep a little bit more?  You didn't even
sleep three hours!  You will be like a zombie at work.

- I know Gerald, but I have no choice.  I had a major argument with the
forensic doctor again yesterday and I have to look into it as soon as I
can.

- What was the argument about?  I asked.

- Oh well, he pretended again that the victim was about forty years old and
the man's papers said he was fifty-nine!  That's a difference of almost
twenty years!  He pretended his affirmation of the age was based on
scientific examination and I said that my affirmation of his age was based
on his papers.  We didn't reach an agreement!  It is the second time he
makes such a huge mistake if you remember well the case of the woman we
found in her apartment in an advanced stage of decomposition.  At that time
I thought that an error was easy to make, but this time it was different.
Normally seen, that guy is very efficient in his work and gives us very
accurate information, but now we have twice an error.  I know it is only
about the age that he has to guess, but what if he makes other mistakes
that mislead us in the investigation?  I have an appointment with my
superior in about an hour and I still have to shower and dress, but before
that I need a strong mug of coffee.

He went to the kitchen for his coffee and came back to sit in front of me.
I couldn't help to look at him with hungry and horny eyes.  Alex was so
damned sexy in his white briefs, contrasting with his tanned skin and black
hairs on chest and stomach.  If it wasn't that he was in a hurry, I would
have jumped his bones there and then.  His one-day stubble on his jaws
suited him very nicely and I was even convinced it would be better if he
left it like that a day more.  Even though Tiffany said he definitely said
he had Mediterranean origins, to me he looked more like a young Arab sheik.
It made me think I could use the view I had in front of my eyes to create a
new character for my novel.  I quickly wrote it down before I forgot the
idea.

Alex went up to shower and dress.  In normal circumstances he always took
his time to do so, but as he had an appointment, he was back down very
quickly.  He hadn't even taken the time to shave.  Good!  That would give
me an idea of how he would look with a two-day stubble the next morning.
Just before he left he mentioned the forensic doctor again.

- I know you said to listen to the forensic, he said.  Why did you put that
in your message yesterday?

My answer was obvious for me: "Intuition!"

He was out of the door in no time.  I set to work as I had some fresh and
new ideas for my novel and my editor was calling me on a regular basis to
know when I would finish it.  I thought a few days earlier that I was about
to end the story, but with the creation of a new additional character, it
would probably take a bit longer before I could put the word "The End" on
the last page.  Nonetheless, I typed all morning and when it was time to
have some lunch I was glad with how the novel was going and the amount of
pages I had written.  My lunch break was short as I felt the urge to sit
down and write some more.

Alex came home early.  He looked more relaxed than when he had left in the
morning.  The stubble on his jaws was more pronounced and I definitely
liked it although I preferred that it wouldn't be any longer than that.  A
two-day trimmed beard was something I found very attractive and even more
on my man.  After some small talk I asked him how the discussion went with
the forensic.

- Actually quite well.  With the discussion and the difference of opinion
we had, I reviewed the four cases and finally found a common point between
all four of them: they were all definitely considered by the forensic a lot
younger than what their papers said.  In average the forensic considered
them about twenty years younger than what was written on their
identification.  He pretended, and showed us the scientific proves, that
they were the age he said.  It is my boss who suggested to have new tests
ran about the age of their body tissues and just after lunch the forensic
came to see me, confirming the ages he had mentioned in his reports.  I
ordered extensive tests on their identification papers to see if there was
any false one.  Why someone would have false papers with an age twenty
years older of their actual age is a mystery to me.  The basic tests on the
papers were showing all their identifications are absolutely genuine and
that is not really helping me.  Here I have four people around the age of
sixty, looking like they are forty and having a body and tissues that
proves it.  None of them shows any violent death.  None of them have
cardiologic or other health problems.  So I went on searching for common
points and I discovered that none of them is in a relationship and are
actually alone on this world: no boy or girlfriend, no children and no
family.  For the first time I have common points and God knows I don't know
what to do with it.

It was indeed a mystery.

I knew Alex had to be exhausted.  The previous night he had slept only a
bit more than two hours.  I thought of preparing our dinner a bit early and
have an early night in bed.  I looked in the fridge and found the necessary
to have a decent meal.  I urged Alex to take off his suit and put on
something more comfortable while I prepared it.  After dinner I would fill
up the bathtub and having him relax in warm water.  He suggested we could
take a warm bath together and just relax.  And that's exactly what we did.
He went to take off his suit and came back down in sweatpants.  He just
knew how to get me horny, as he hadn't pulled on any T-shirt!  I didn't
even realize what I was eating as I was focused on his naked hairy chest
and his two-day stubble.

- You shouldn't save your chin anymore, just trim it every two days, I
said.

He rubbed his hand over his chin, as to feel it better.

- I can give it a try, he said, but I would still have to shave my throat.
Those hairs are killing me.  It itches all the time.  The chin and the
cheeks are all right though.

We cleaned up the kitchen and Alex went to the bathroom to fill up the tub.
I switched off the downstairs' lights and took two glasses of wine with me.
Alex had already lit the candles and put on some soft relaxing music.  He
slipped into the warm water, leaving enough space for me to sit between his
legs and resting my back against his chest.  I added some aromatic salts in
the water and took my place.  Alex immediately wrapped his arms around me,
taking the sponge and soap and let it run over my body.  Words were
superfluous.  We were relaxing in each other's arms and enjoying a simple
moment of peace and love.  We washed each other doing acrobatics as to not
having to stand up.  Ok, ok, I admit it.  The bathmats on the floor were
soaking wet once we were finished, but we were smiling, laughing and having
a very good time.  There were of course a lot of kisses and we grabbed each
other more than once what made that when we finished our bath, we were
sporting major wood.  We took care of these in bed, showing each other what
we felt.  Even though Alex was still exhausted, he found the necessary
energy to make love to me and asking me to make love to him afterwards.  We
were both filled with the other's semen and more than content.  Once the
lights were out, we peacefully slept in each other's arms.

Alex continued patiently his investigation.  There was another common point
of all the deaths: they had all died on a Thursday.  That similarity
troubled Alex a lot.  It was a pattern that was possibly indicating the
work of a serial killer, but apart from that fact nothing indicated it.
Unfortunately, the fifth death confirmed the fact of dying on Thursdays.
That simple fact had reached the local news.  Alex was absolutely furious
about it.  He hated reporters because they wrote whatever they wanted
without really quoting the truth.  They were the specialists of taking
sentences totally out of their contest and reached sensational titles about
things that were not proven at all.  One of the papers had written as big
title: "Thursday Serial Killer" There wasn't any proof about a serial
killer at all!  Why couldn't the damned reporters not keep their big mouth
shut?  The only thing they did was creating a situation of panic.  From the
moment they published their stupid articles, the telephone switchboard
turned red on Thursdays.  Hundreds of people warned the police about
suspect people doing suspect things in suspect places!  The police station
was a beehive from the first hour in the morning till late at night.

One of the most important things in this investigation came from the
laboratory of the forensic services.  Except for the corpse of the woman,
which was in such a decayed state, they had found a chemical product that
was normally used only with animals.  It had been very difficult to detect
because it was similar to another product similar to a totally inoffensive
medicine for humans.  Only the last corpse was available to microscopic
inspection of the skin to see if there was any trace of an injection, but
the result came out negative.  The houses of all the victims had been
registered from cellar to attic, but in none of the reports there was a
mention of medicines close to the chemical product found in the corpses.

Alex was more nervous than I had ever seen him.  His natural patience was
disappearing fast.  He thought about his transfer to CSI, but was even more
concerned with those five corpses without a real explanation.  It was the
first time in his career that he had to face such a failure as he called
it.  Five deaths in a row, without the slightest clue as where to look to
find the solution to stop those deaths.



To be continued if you guys tell me you like the story!

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