A New Day, A New You part 13 - Sex Stories

A New Day, A New You part 13

... door. “Stuart Wolfric,” one asks and I nod,” You need to come with us for questioning.” “Excuse me what is this about,” I counter taking a step back. “Mr. Wolfric come with us,” the first officer orders, not asks, and I begin to worry. “No, I don’t know what this is for and you can speak with me right here and now because I’m not going anywhere I don’t have to,” yes I’m testy but never go with people of authority for no reason, Guy taught me that. Sadly thirty minutes later I’m sitting in an interrogation room with handcuffs on and it looks like I’m waiting for a detective or two to come in and ask me questions. I don’t know how long I’m in here since the clock on the wall is broken but sure enough two men, one black middle age and bald and the other white and younger with a crew cut enter the room. The younger white one is in a suit while the older black one is decked out in jeans and a leather jacket, in early summer of California a leather freaking jacket. I almost want to laugh but I keep it to myself for now and remember things Guy and Katy taught me about dealing with authority. “Mr. Wolfric my I am Detective Adams, this is Detective Clark,” The older black one introduces themselves and I remain silent,” We needed you brought in to ask a few questions.” I rattle the handcuffs on the table and wait as they both look at me and the older one begins with his questions. “Do you know a Chester Morley? Have you had any recent contact with Chester Morley,” Adams asks and I ...

... don’t say a word but he keeps going,” Where were you this past Saturday?” I say nothing, I sit and stare at him as he talks and I wait. I have no clue what I’m waiting for but I’ve got nothing including who the fuck Chester Morley is. “Listen kid, you might want to start answering the questions my partner has for you,” Detective Clark informs me as I look at him. New game, whoever speaks I look at them but I don’t respond. They both look at each other and Detective Adams begins again only this time he has pictures. “This is Chester Morley,” he says holding up a picture. I keep my face neutral but I recognize Chester Morley aka Chez the douche bag with brass knuckles. I don’t know what he did but if they’re coming for me as an accomplice they are way off base on our relationship. “Stuart talk to me, we know that you and Chester had a fight several months ago that you were put in the hospital over. There was no in depth investigation by the detectives at the time and there were several witnesses that state he had nothing to do with it despite all the signs he was involved. Then it came to our attention that there was a second altercation between the two of you where he was sent to the hospital but this time all his friends who swore he never touched you wouldn’t say who beat him up,” Detective Adams states and I remember what they’re talking about, I’m just not talking. “Listen kid, you can cooperate and get this over with quickly or you can sit her silent and make things worse on ...