February Sucks: Tommy's Birthday - Sex Stories

February Sucks: Tommy's Birthday

... "Dave my man, I have been in nothing in pain since last night. I am feeling a little better right now though. Would you listen to Linda, who knew she had lungs like that?" Abruptly Linda fell silent; apparently she had fainted from the shock and lack of oxygen from her screaming. The silence was eerie; the neighbors were just standing around recording with their phones. But of course the sirens were getting closer and soon two squad cars pulled up and four officers scrambled out with their guns drawn.

Two officers went to the convertible and two approached the seated men.

Dave still had his arm around Jim, "Officer, I have the gun, it's here on the ground next to me. This man is Jim Carlyle, the woman in the convertible is his wife Linda, and the dead guy is Marc Lavalliere. I am David Strickland; I'm Jim's friend and lawyer. I pulled up just as Jim was finishing firing. Several of the neighbors were filming what happened this morning, and as you can see they're still recording."

"Dave, help me up so these officers can arrest me." They got up awkwardly from the curb and Jim held out his hands to the officer so they could cuff him. Officer Perrero testified later that it was the strangest arrest he'd ever done, the only sounds were from the squad cars idling in the middle of the street; Mr. Carlyle seemed like it was just another Saturday. As they were putting Jim in the back of their squad car, an ambulance pulled in next to the convertible and the EMT's got out ...

... to tend to the injured. They quickly realized that Linda was unhurt, and they saw that Lavalliere would only need a body bag.

Dave's memory jumped around a bit with flashes of the next couple of days. Jim getting booked, making sure the their kids got picked up from Mrs. Porter's by Jim parents, visiting Linda in the hospital where she was under observation, grabbing a quick coffee from the vending machine at the hospital - one for him and one for Dee. He never did figure out how Dee got there so fast. Dee was with Linda the whole time she was in there. Then a couple of days later driving Linda back to their house, Dave doing the driving while Dee sat in the back with Linda. The hospital psychiatrist had said that Linda shouldn't be alone so Dee volunteered to stay with her. They'd sent Linda home with some pretty strong sedatives; she was not going to be in any shape to take care of herself for a few days.

Dave had visited Jim in jail every day; Jim seemed to be doing fine. He had told Dave that the cops were treating him reasonably well; he had been placed in a single cell on suicide watch. But Jim told Dave that he was giving them no trouble and spent his time reading a cheap novel one of the cops had given him. Dave was going to represent Jim, this was by far the biggest criminal case he'd ever had, and his first murder. And of course the publicity was through the roof.

The shooting was all over social media before they even got Lavalliere into the body bag. The ...