Retired - Chapter Four – Battle in the dark - Sex Stories

Retired - Chapter Four – Battle in the dark

... Drake?” “Yes, Momma Kita. I am back, and I am in trouble.” “You are always in trouble. I thought we had seen the last of you sixty years ago.” “We need a place to hide for a few days.” “Get in here before someone sees you. The basement is shielded and should keep you safe. You already know that though.” “Momma Kita, this is Lizell. She is very special to me,” I said, as I walked into the house. “So, someone finally caught you. Good work, Lizell. We all thought when his momma died he would never be anything but a sneak thief. Then one day, he and that other rascal he used to hang around with joined the military and slipped off one step ahead of the police.” “You know they only wanted me for questioning. You always taught me that stealing was wrong.” “No, I taught you not to get caught. The people who have taken over the town come here at night. You will have to stay in the basement during business hours.” “We will stay hidden. Is there any chance you have some of those stuffed mushrooms made up. We could really use something besides trail food.” “That’s the boy I came to love. Food first, fighting second,” she said as she led us to the kitchen. “We were all at Randall’s funeral.” Soon we were sitting down in the basement and eating Momma Kita’s stuffed mushrooms. I once would swear the customers came here for these and not the girls. “How long have you known Drake?”, Lizell asked as we ate. “I have known him since he was born. His momma used to work for me a long time ago. ...

... She met his daddy and he convinced her to quit and become his wife. They were a good couple. His father was a dock worker down at the space port. When Drake was fifteen, a local crime group tried to get his father to help them smuggle in some illegal cargo. He refused and they killed him and his wife. We girls kind of took Drake in after that. He was officially a child of the court and lived at the children’s home. During the day he was here, at night he went to the children’s home. We couldn’t let him stay here at night. If a customer got out of hand, Drake would turn into an ass-kicking machine.” “So he has always been a bodyguard of types?” “You know what he used to do in the military?” I looked up sharply. How did Momma Kita know what I used to do? Momma Kita looked at me. “You are not the only one who can see.” She got up and retrieved a book from the shelves. When she returned, she opened it. It was full of newspaper clippings of my military career. “We were all so proud of him. Then, ten years after his career started, he just disappeared. We all wondered what had happened to him until I found this on the news web one day.” She showed a picture of me standing next to Robert. It was taken the day after the funeral for his father. “That day my heart swelled with pride for the young man I had helped to raise. We had a hard time tracking him, but snippet here and a bit there told us how it was going. This is the last article we ever found.” This was another picture of me ...