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

A New Day, A New You part 13

... the plate with donuts right next to my hand. “Go ahead Stuart, you should get something to eat,” he says attempting a sincere smile. I look at him good and hard for a moment and extend my hand toward the plate. Slowly I use the tips of my fingers and push the plate away and finally smile my first reaction. Both men are confused and honestly at odds with how to proceed. I don’t want their food, I don’t want to answer their questions and I don’t care to help when I was dragged in here. I watch them both stand up and step out of the room but leave the donuts and now I’m in an interesting quandary, I can eat said donuts while they are out of the room but should I? I debate it for about thirty seconds and realize that is them winning, I want to win and I’ve come this far so fuck them and fuck their cop donut stereotype. I put my hands back to a resting position and wait. Soon enough both detectives return and note the donuts are still there and uneaten. “So you’re tough but we are just trying to gain the facts of the situation,” Clark states as I stare at him,” Chester Morley was murdered early last week and you and him are reputed to have a history together that involves violence. Either you can start talking to us and explain the situation or we can treat you like a murder suspect and charge you with what is obviously a case of murder in the first degree.” Chez is dead, someone killed Chez and they think it was me? Yeah and if I’m the best they have to go on they are really ...

... desperate. I settled up with that shit head months ago and now I’m back in shit because of him. I must remain calm, getting mad now is not going to help my situation and I analyze my facts. If they don’t charge me I leave in a few hours, if they do I get legal counsel and a phone call. Phone call needs to be to Jun and just tell him where I am and let him do the rest. He’ll get Guy and everything they have to back me up and get me out. Yeah I’ve got a plan and I’m ready when another cop in a suit, an older than both detectives white man opens the door and says something I wasn’t quite expecting. “Detectives his lawyer is here,” the older man states and I think all of us are wondering when we see her. 5’10” inches and dangerous curves on a lean bodied woman, her deep tan and darker brown hair are styled for attraction in both men and women; I know this because I’m actually getting an erection right now. She’s wearing a white pant suit with black pin stripes and carrying a briefcase. She sees me and immediately turns to the oldest cop that let her in. “Get your men out of this room or I will, and I quote, make sure that the three of you are paying into your pension funds from the traffic division,” the lady lawyer informs them with a cold tone. The older cop removes the two detectives who are in a mild protest before she looks at them and nods to the handcuffs. I watch the oldest again follow her bidding and undo my restraints before quickly leaving and closing the door behind him. ...