by Marie Marini
This would get old fast, though, so I had to speed things up. Maybe he would be dead by the end of the long weekend. That would take some pressure off of me as far as my job and Jesus. I could always get away with it again. The next one would be easier. It would be a shame never to sit on that face and experience THAT again. He was becoming more feral, much faster than Darren had. Maybe because he was a red neck, Darren wasn’t that smart either though so I don’t know why Meat was so different. I thought that maybe if I removed his teeth? I laughed at that. Then I started researching dental tools.
He fought hard when I tried to start an IV so I had to start a line in his leg with IO. There is this little drill we use as paramedics if we can’t get a vein we have to drill into the bone in the leg just below the knee to start an IV and give meds. I loaded up the IV with morphine, used all I had left, and when he passed out I cut the ropes and rolled him over. I quickly cut the spinal cord higher than before to take his arms out of the equation. It was Monday and I had to get back to my other life tomorrow. This would be my final fling with Meat. I planned on enjoying the heck out of it. I rolled him back over and started working on his teeth. I wasn’t worried about the molars, it would be hard for him to bite me with them. Some of the teeth broke when I tried to extract them but most of them came out clean. Pretty tough though, you have to use a fair bit of force to remove teeth. I had to suction the blood from his mouth a few times so he didn’t choke on it or swallow too much and puke. That wouldn’t be good. I didn’t want puke in my pussy.
When his teeth were out and the bleeding had slowed down, I started to wake him up. When he opened his eyes I was sliding up and down his cock. Just warming up for the real show. I saw the moment he realized he could no longer use his arms. He stared at them this confused look on his stupid face, then he realized his teeth were gone. He was so confused I almost felt sorry for his stupid redneck ass. His eyes filled with tears and he tried to speak but I have no idea what the stupid fuck was saying. His mouth filled with blood again. I suctioned it out. When I tried to sit on his face he was whipping his head from side to side to try to stop me. I already said he wasn’t the smartest cookie. I had already learned that the instinct to survive will outlast everything else. I stuffed cotton up his nose before I climbed on the back of the bed facing his feet and locked his head between my calves.Crossing my ankles behind his head to keep him in place I lowered myself onto his face. My legs were super strong from both the job and kickboxing. I didn’t want to see his ugly ignorant redneck face anymore. He was looking more like my angry older brother every day. The blood from his mouth mingled with the saliva from his rage lubricated my already wet pussy. There were a couple of little sharp pieces of teeth that nipped at me but the unexpected nips actually made it better. As he struggled to breathe, I came and then just sat there a few minutes longer to enjoy the moment and make sure he was dead. Suffocation by pussy! Even J.C. Crawley would have a hard time determining that as a cause of death. I was laughing pretty hard as I checked for a pulse before dismounting and heading for the shower.
When I got out of the shower I got the Scene Clean XP from the cabinet under the sink and some paper towels. I sprayed it directly onto his face. I took my time cleaning out his mouth and nose. I didn’t want to leave any of my DNA on his face. I wiped down the rest of the body just for the hell of it and rolled him up in plastic and headed out to the lake. At the last minute, I wrapped some blue plastic rosary beads around his wrist. Maybe God would have mercy on him.
Lake Okeechobee is the deepest lake in Florida. I couldn’t go back to the Everglades. I needed to avoid patterns. There would be gators out at the lake too, though. This time I was smarter and brought some fried chicken to bait the gators. It would save me the extra time and work of cutting off his genitals. It was the only impressive part of him, I could let him keep that. It was late when I got there and I was just so tired, so I just dumped him in the water and left. I ate the fried chicken myself on the way back to the cabin. The gators would find him eventually.
I still had lots of cleaning to do at the cabin. I could take a day off, right? I could call in sick. A little white lie wasn’t so bad, was it? Question was would I feel guilty for lying. You must think by this time I was a good liar. Yes, what I told Jesus was a lie, but I couldn’t tell him the truth now.
I would call out sick tomorrow and use the day to clean things up, then call Jesus and tell him that I got sick in Atlanta and that was why I was so snippy with him on the phone. I still felt angry that he called when I told him not to. I don’t know why I answered. Meat was sleeping and I was frustrated so when I saw his name I wanted to yell at someone or maybe just talk to someone, I don’t know.
I’ll tell him I got food poisoning. That should work.
I was at my desk poring over the forensics and reports from the Soldier case. This man was so obviously psychologically damaged. Could he be held responsible for his actions when he had a psychotic break? He was on the wait list for post-military action counseling, but it was a long list and he had already been waiting months. I was startled from my thoughts when my cell phone rang. My heart jumped in my chest when I saw Kris’s name on the display. I needed a break from this case. I took my phone and told anyone who was listening that I was going for coffee. As soon as I heard her voice I felt better.
“Kris, look I’m sorry. I know…” before I could finish she cut me off.
“No Jesus, listen I was sick. I went to lunch with the girls and ate sushi and washed it down with Sake. Quite a few shots to be honest. It was stupid. When you called, I was in the hotel bed feeling like crap.”
I was instantly relieved. “How are you feeling now Babe?”
“I’m lying on the couch feeling sorry for myself. I’ve been miserable ever since the sushi and our fight. I should never have gone.”
She sounded miserable and I knew if she was home sick from work then she was really sick. I told her I would bring her some chicken soup after I got off work. All my doubts and suspicions blew away in the wind. I was a different man walking back into the office than I was when I walked out just twenty minutes before.
I picked up some chicken soup as promised and headed to Kris’s house in Pompano when I got off work at 4 o’clock. She was curled up on the couch with a blanket and the remote control. There was a towel and a bucket close by. Poor thing. She looked so small and so miserable laying there I almost laughed at my own insecurities. I sat beside her and she curled up in my arms. She was feeling better, just a little tired and weak. She looked pale and exhausted. I heated up the soup and we both had a bowl while we watched Cinderella. I was sick of Cinderella but she loved it, so I sat through it again, just glad that she was home and I was here with her. I carried her to bed at 9:30 and asked her if I could sleep on her couch just to keep an eye on her. She said she would like that and I made my bed for the night. After making sure she had a bottle of water and a bucket in reach I kissed her head and went to the sofa. This was the first time I would be sleeping over at her house and not quite what I hoped for but a start.
She was learning to trust me and I could not be happier.
Making up with Jesus was easier than I could have imagined. I played sick and vulnerable and he was so excited to take care of me. I know I was manipulating him and his feelings for me. At least at the beginning I was but he really was so sweet. It was actually nice having someone fuss over me and bring me soup, tuck me into bed and kiss me on the head. The only time anyone ever kissed me on the head like that was Tricia when I was sick.
He was growing on me, but I was confused about what Jesus meant to me in all this. His cell phone was jangling at three in the morning and I walked into the living in time to hear him say, “give me an address, OK. On my way.” He turned to see me standing in the doorway. “I have to go, Babe. They found a body in Okeechobee I need to look at.”
I didn’t expect them to find him so soon. Jesu
s must have seen surprise on my face.
“I know it’s not really my jurisdiction but they think there are similarities to Darren and Bean isn’t picking up his phone.” He paused. “I probably wasn’t supposed to tell you that. I mean, it’s an ongoing case. Anyway…” At the shock on my face, he corralled me back to bed and said to get some sleep that he would update me when he could.
Of course. The surgically severed spine would be the common denominator. There wasn’t much else that those two had in common. Darren was special and made me laugh. Meat was an asshole. I felt better once I figured that out. They couldn’t tie it back to me. It was just a puzzle to make the local law enforcement crazy.
I lounged around the house for a few hours, started the laundry, tidied up a bit until day was breaking and I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled on some work- out clothes and went for a run. It felt good to focus just on my breathing and rhythm. It cleared my mind and helped me relax. As soon as I turned onto my street on the way home I saw Jesus leaning on his car waiting on me. I should give him a key. I was pretty sure he was in love with me and blind to anything suspicious. During my workout, I was also thinking about sitting on his face. I wondered how Jesus would feel about restraints…
The scene wasn’t as ghoulish as Darren’s had been. The body had only been in the water for 6 to 12 hours so the bloat was minimal and the skin hadn’t started to peel away from the body. The genitals were, thank God, intact and had not been fed to gators. Some local boys had been out midnight fishing and drinking when they came across the body. We should be able to identify him pretty quickly, it looked like we had fingerprints. He was face down and naked and you could clearly see two surgical incisions in his spine. This time the entire spine wasn’t exposed but it was definitely surgically severed. He had a cheap pair of rosary beads wrapped around his wrist. When they turned him over his mouth hung open. He was toothless. When we looked closer it looked like his teeth had been violently removed, leaving only the molars. What the fuck was up with that? Even the most hardened of us looked away from it. If this was the same killer was there a message here? He knew we had to use dental records to identify the first body, was he goading us? The post-mortem would give us more details and later this afternoon I would have the ‘opportunity’ to stand in the bright lights of the morgue and watch the story unfold as to how this poor bastard died. It was 6 a.m. when I cleared the scene. I told my boss I would be back by ten and headed to Pompano to check on Kris.
When I got to the house, Kris wasn’t home so I just waited by the car. I figured she was out running. She always runs when she needs to think or de-stress and I was pretty sure just mentioning Darren Mayhew would stress her out. I saw her come around the corner and smile when she saw me. She was wearing black running shorts and a white sleeveless t-shirt. The shirt was soaked with sweat and stuck to her skin in all the right places. She ran up to me and kissed me hard, then led me by the hand into the house and invited me into the bathroom while she showered. I was stunned. I hesitated just a moment too long. By the time I got to the bathroom the shower door was closing and I was left staring at her sweaty clothes topped by her bra and panties on the floor. This girl was killing me.
She was asking me about the case and I thought okay, yes, I could talk about that to distract me from my boner. I don’t even know how much I told her. Of course, I’m not supposed to discuss cases with anyone but we all have to have someone we can talk to or we’ll implode. Kris was becoming my someone.
When I finished the rundown of the crime scene the water stopped and the door opened just a couple of inches. “Hand me a towel perv!” she laughed as I stumbled around like the village idiot. I handed her a hand towel which made her laugh again, but she didn’t come out until I handed her the bath towel. The steam in the room had fogged up the mirror. She asked me to make some coffee while she got dressed which of course, like a little puppy dog, I was happy to do.
I was finally getting my physical response to her under control when she came into the living room rubbing her hair dry. She was dressed in shorts and a muscle shirt and her skin was still a little damp from the shower. I could smell the coconut oil she had just rubbed into her skin. She had to get on her tippy toes to reach the mugs in the cabinet and I enjoyed the view. When we had our coffee, we moved into the living room. She said she had something important she wanted to talk to me about. Out of the blue she just blurted that she wanted to give me a key for the house. Just so I didn’t have to wait outside for her if she wasn’t home, no commitment or anything. She was nervous and a little scared and I was ecstatic. For Kris to trust me that much was a huge step. Our relationship was a bit unorthodox, but it was real. I was moved by that trust and I think she saw that in my eyes.
She led me to the couch and sat beside me. “Jesus, listen you have been incredibly patient with me. I owe you some sort of explanation for my craziness”
“Kris you don’t owe me anything,” I said shaking my head.
“No. I think I need to tell you some stuff. Some bad stuff happened to me when I was a kid. That’s why I’m a bit odd sometimes. I’m damaged goods. I lost my uterus when I was thirteen. I know kids are important to you just by the way you talk about your family and your nieces. But I can’t have kids.” I tried to interrupt her but she continued. “Just let me say all this please.” I nodded. “I have trust issues with intimacy. I have serious control issues. You have been so kind to me and so gentle. You deserve to know the truth before we go any further with this relationship. If you want to go any further.”
My heart broke with the news that she couldn’t have kids. But there was always adoption. She was adopted at thirteen. After the bad things. This made sense to me. Teenage years are tumultuous at the best of times, I couldn’t imagine what she must have gone through. At the same time, I was ecstatic that she had trusted me with this, that she was opening up to me.
My cell phone started to vibrate. It was my boss wanting to know why I wasn’t at the Medical Examiners’ Office for the autopsy. Shit! Of all the shitty timing. The noise seemed to startle Kris back to reality. She laughed and told me, “GO! You have a job to do. Go do the gruesome work and shower before you come back. I don’t want the stink of the ME’s office in my house!”
I kissed her gently on the lips and then on her knuckles. I promised to be gentle and kind and patient and to shower before I came back. I called my boss from the car and took the ass reaming I was due with a smile on my face as I raced to Palm Beach county’s medical examiner’s office. Nothing, not even the autopsy of a 27-year-old white male named Peter Donovan of North Lauderdale, could bring me down that day.
As the case unfolded, Donovan was last seen at Cowboys country nightclub in Davie on Saturday night. He was seen with a petite redhead, approximately 5 feet tall. She was reported to be wearing denim shorts and cowboy boots. Well, what a fucking surprise for a country bar! They had seemed to be hitting it off pretty good and were both getting wasted. Beyond that, no one remembered what time they left, if they left together. Nothing. We had a search on Donovan’s phone to try to locate it. Donovan had an Uber account but nothing for that night. He had arrived with friends who left him when he started talking to the girl. His body turned up in the lake on Monday morning before he was even reported missing. He was naked. His spine had been surgically severed at two places. The C4 which would have allowed him to move his arms and some of his upper body but nothing below the nipple line. We’re assuming that was the first cut and then later the spine was cut again higher in the cervical spine rendering him quadriplegic. He would have been unable to move below the neck.
That was the only similarity with Darren but it was striking. We don’t get surgically severed spinal cords often and two in a year in South Florida both dumped in water after death was disturbing. The ME determined that he died from asphyxiation prior to being dumped in the lake. There were no strangulation marks on his neck so maybe a pillow,
however there were no fibers found consistent with that theory. The most disturbing of all was the removal of his teeth. His teeth had been chiseled from his mouth with a sharp object. There was a fair amount of blood in his stomach, but it was inconsistent with the amount of blood he could have swallowed when the teeth were removed. It was theorized that he was awake for the removal of the teeth. There would have been a lot more blood in his stomach that would likely have caused emesis from stomach irritation and there would be evidence of vomitus in his mouth or esophagus. He must have been able to spit out some of the blood. There was some bruising on the sides of his head, possibly from someone strong holding his head in place. It seems like his face was wiped clean as was most of his body. There was a sharp remnant of tooth on his bottom jaw that rendered a few fibers of DNA but without a suspect, there was nothing to match it to.
I promised the Donovan case detective that I would forward him a copy of the Mayhew file in the morning, as skimpy as the file was. Maybe we would get lucky and get a hit on the DNA. But unless our perp was already in the DNA database for criminal offenders, it wouldn’t help.
I considered going to Kris’s house but it was late and I was tired. I needed to shower and get clean clothes. I called her and told her I would come by tomorrow after work. As much as I wanted to sleep with her, right then, in that moment, I just wanted to curl up beside her and hold her. To fall asleep with her in my arms. I wanted to comfort her, but mostly, take comfort from her.
