Enough Chapter’s 6 , 7 & 8

CHAPTER Six

Before Cassie left that night the both of us had several more orgasms each. Carrie said, she would see me tomorrow but after cumming that much she would sleep in late. I locked up and fell asleep immediately mentally and physically drained. I slept myself until after nine and missed my morning workout. I got up and fixed some eggs and bacons with coffee then sat down and ate.

I cleaned up, changed clothes, and headed for the gym. I did a light workout and returned home just after noon or so. I took a shower and was on the sofa when my cell phone rang, it was Cassie. I could tell by the sound of her voice she had just woken up.

“Just getting up, huh?”, I asked.

“Fuck yea, I was exhausted….”, she giggled.

“So, who can’t handle who now?”, I laughed.

“Ooh, I will get you later for that one.”, she commented.

We talked for a while and decided to meet up again later in the day after my session with Master Garcia. That night as we sat outside the pool, Cassie admitted that we would love to get in better shape. I mentioned that a young woman worked out early in the morning every day like I did and that she might be looking for a workout partner or I could help her myself. Cassie jumped at the chance and promised to meet me first thing in the morning.

Cassie decided to work out with me so we developed a routine where I would do a set then go to wherever she was and help her. When Cassie started on her first day at the gym, she weighed one hundred and eighteen pounds. Since Cassie had very little body fat, we started right in. Cassie admitted she felt her legs and arms were too thin, she also wanted a smaller waist, a little bit bigger butt and shoulders. Since she wanted to gain muscle mass, she would use the same program I used on and off.

After thirteen months in the gym every day, Cassie made an amazing transformation. She trained hard like I did and giving up was not an option. Since I had met Cassie, I believed that after what had happened to her, she wanted to reinvent herself. And did she ever.

Cassie’s thighs and calves that she felt were too skinny now rippled in muscles. She had put muscle on her shoulders and back and now had the V shaped upper torso with a small waist. She still had a little work to do on her arms, as she claimed, but they were well chiseled.

All the while working out, she worked from home for her father who owned his own business. So, our life was basically getting up early and workout. Go home where Cassie would work for her father and spends nights and weekends together. Cassie’s parents treated me like one of their own and Cassie’s mother was extremely kind to me. She credited me for bringing Cassie out of the depression she had been in. When in fact, Cassie helped me just as much helping me over the death of my mother.

The police had gotten nowhere on the investigation of my mother’s murder. While they did find a few fingerprints on my mother’s car they had nothing in their data base to match them to. Which meant that the person they were looking for had never been arrested or was a juvenile which I found hard to believe.

Since Cassie and I had a routine that kept us busy, I had not run into any of the guys that had been giving me a rough time. I knew they were still around although because of stories I had heard from people at the gym. Apparently, they thought that since they had graduated their main goal was to harass the community as much as possible.

Cassie was amazing in bed, and we had a great sex daily. She was inventive and spontaneous, didn’t matter where we fucked or when. Once Cassie, achieved the look she wanted, we changed her routine to just maintain what she had.

Master Garcia had hired me to start teaching the amateur students in his program. The program had grown, and he was too busy with the advanced students. So, for about five hours a day, I trained kids from the age of eight to adults over forty, split into two classes. I enjoyed the younger group more they would always keep me laughing.

Since Cassie had achieved her bodybuilding goals, I was trying to get her to start training in Krav Maga. So far, she had been reluctant, but I was still pushing her. Cassie and I started going out more at night to movies and restaurants. One night we were coming from the gym where I had just finished with Master Garcia when we decided to go to Moe’s Pizza and eat dinner. As I had mentioned before, it was a popular hangout and had the best pizza around. We pulled up to find the parking lot packed, but we found a spot anyway.

We headed for the door with Cassie walking a step or two ahead of me. She had on a pink spandex pants which made her ass and legs look phenomenal. She had a tight white t-shirt on that showed her amazing upper body and small waist. She had a pink baseball cap on with her hair pulled the back of the cap where you adjusted the cap size. She was an amazing woman to look at.

We opened the front door just as ten to twelve people walked out. The person up front said they were cleaning four tables and would have one ready in a minute. Cassie tapped me on the shoulder and pointed over to the back of the restaurant when the gang was sitting. They were all there including Will, Cassie’s ex-boyfriend. Thankfully, they had not spotted us yet.

We were taken to the right side of the restaurant and given a small booth to sit at. We were looking at the menus when Jennifer Smith, Chrissy Haynes and Haley Mills walked up to our table.

“Oh my God Cassie, what have you done?”, Chrissy exclaimed.

“What do you mean?”, Cassie asked.

“You look fabulous…. oh my god.”, Chrissy squealed.

“Oh, thanks…… been working out with Chris for a little over a year.”, Cassie admitted.

“You train people Chris?”, Chrissy asked.

“I train students in Krav Maga not body building. I just worked with Cassie because we’re together.”, I stated.

“Together – Together?”, Chrissy asked.

“Yep.”, Cassie replied.

They talked for a few more minutes before they headed back to their table. Cassie’s back was to them, but I could see Chrissy giving them all the blow-by-blow de***********ion. Right after the waitress brought our drinks, Cassie excused herself to go to the restroom.

“Go shake that fine ass in Will’s face baby.”, I laughed.

Every one of them turned their head and watched Cassie walked by then one row over. Not that I blame them, she was a sight to see especially in tight clothing. One thing I did notice was that they were going through a pitcher of beer every fifteen minutes. Ignorance and alcohol never mixed well.

Sure, enough we were halfway through our pizza when some turmoil broke out at the rear of the restaurant. I didn’t have to even look up to know it was them. When I did look up, I noticed that Mark Boudreaux and Chrissy Haynes were having another boyfriend – girlfriend argument. After shouting for a minute or two the manager went over to them and ask them to tone it down. At which point Josh Klein started arguing with the manager. Josh was by far the biggest player of the group, and he felt indestructible. I had no doubt that one day, him and I would go at it.

Finally, they all filed out except for Mark and Chrissy who stayed behind at the table. The look on Will’s face was priceless when he passed up our table with what I assumed was his girlfriend.

We were just finishing up when Mark Boudreaux headed for the door with Chrissy behind him trying to catch up. They both went out the door as our waitress brought us a check. I paid the bill and we left about five minutes later.

We were walking to the side parking lot when Cassie tapped my shoulder. I turned to see Chrissy slumped over on a bench on the side of the building. Cassie walked over and knelt in front of her.

“Chrissy, you ok?”, Cassie asked.

It took me just a minute to realize that Chrissy was drunk. She was mumbling something to Cassie about Mark breaking up with her. Now, I lived in this town long enough to see several breakups between Chrissy and Mark Boudreaux. This was nothing new.

Cassie stood up and turned and looked at me with a serious look on her face. I knew she was about to say something but had no clue as to what.

“Chris, we can’t leave her here like this. She’s bombed.”, Cassie explained.

“Cassie, you really want to take Mark Boudreaux’s girlfriend and put her in my car. That sounds like a bad idea.”, I laughed.

“We will just take her home…. No big deal.”, she suggested.

“Ok Cassie, let me help you get her.”, I offered.

I went over to where Chrissy was seated and took her left arm and put it around my shoulder. I lifted her up to her feet, but she was dead weight. Cassie took her other arm and put it around her shoulder and slowly we walked her over to our car. Cassie took my keys and opened the back door when we laid Chrissy out on the back seat. Chrissy was wearing a short pair of shorts and a tank top with no bra on. Chrissy was always the most popular girl at school and seeing her like this was really strange.

Cassie and I got in the car and I pulled out of the parking lot headed to the highway. Chrissy sat up in the back and started laughing.

“Where are we going?”, she asked.

“You’re going home, Chrissy.”, Cassie replied.

“Nooooooooooooo…… lets go somewhere.”, Chrissy whined.

“Chrissy, you’re in no condition to go anywhere.”, Cassie answered.

“I want to fuck…. will you fuck me?”, Chrissy asked.

“Exactly who do you want to fuck?”, Cassie laughed.

“I want to fuck both of you….”, Chrissy explained leaning forward resting her head on the front seat.

“Chrissy, you had too much beer……. We’re bringing you home.”, I explained.

She leaned back after the seat, and I looked at Cassie who simply shook her head with a smile on her face. I leaned over to Cassie and whispered softly.

“Do we bring her up to the front door and leave her on the front porch? I don’t need any more problems with this group.”, I asked.

“Damn, I never thought of that.”, Cassie replied.

Cassie turned and investigated the back seat and giggled tapping me on the shoulder. I made sure the traffic was clear then turned and look in the back seat. Chrissy had her shorts and panties down around her knees and was fingering herself without any hesitation. Cassie looked at me then suggested we go back to my house. That could be the worst idea Cassie ever had but honestly bringing her home drunk out of her mind did not seem like the answer either.

When I got home, I pulled all the way down the driveway until I was between my house and Cassie’s house. We got out and Cassie climbed in the back seat and pulled Chrissy’s underwear and shorts back up. Chrissy had passed out once again. Cassie then got out the back seat and I handed her the house keys. I reached in and grabbed Chrissy from the car and carried her into the side door. I walked to the living room and laid her on the sofa.

Cassie suggested making a pot of coffee and trying to sober Chrissy up a bit. I was not sure that coffee could help Chrissy at this point she was pretty far gone. But none the less Cassie started the coffee and walked back in the living room. Chrissie rolled over on the sofa and started mumbling.

“Oh my god…… why did you push her?”, she slurred.

Cassie and I looked at each other and laughed, Chrissy was out of it. Cassie went back in the kitchen to pour a cup of coffee. Before she could return Chrissy started talking again but her eyes were still closed. It was almost like she was having a bad dream.

“You must call the police…. call the…. ambulance. Oh my god Mark.”, she shouted.

Cassie walked back in with a cup of coffee, but I know she heard the latest outburst. She had a strange look on her face. Chrissy then opened her eyes and looked over at me.

“Oh Chris, I’m so sorry…he didn’t mean to….”, then closed her eyes again.

Cassie struggled to wake her up but did get a couple of sips of coffee into her. Cassie looked over at me with a strange look on her face.

“What is she talking about?”, Cassie asked.

“I am not sure…. but why would she be sorry for me?”, I asked.

“Makes no sense, Chris.”, she answered.

After about an hour, Chrissy started coming to after three cups of coffee. She was sitting up on the sofa but had a strange look on her face. It was almost as if she couldn’t look at me. About thirty minutes later Cassie agreed to bring her home. She thought it would be better if I was not there. As she was preparing to leave, I asked her a question.

“Chrissy, you were talking about the police, an ambulance and then even apologized to me. What was that all about.”, I asked.

She whipped her head around and looked at me with pure fear in her eyes. She hung her head for a second and then looked back up.

“I don’t know, Chris… I was drunk. What exactly did I say.”, she asked, her voice shaking?

“Most of it did not make sense to be honest….”, I replied.

“I’m sorry…thanks for helping.”, she stated, following Cassie out of the front door.

Cassie returned about twenty minutes later after dropping Chrissy off at her house. She came in and sat down on the sofa next to me. She grabbed my hand and took it in hers then looked me directly in the eyes.

“Chris, I’m not sure what is going on, but Chrissy was extremely nervous about what she might have said to us. She kept asking me over and over exactly what she said. Something’s not quite right but I can’t put my finger on it.”, she stated.

“The Police and Ambulance thing…. then apologizing to me is weird. You think she is talking about my mom?”, I asked, Cassie.

“You mean you think she might be involved?”, Cassie asked, shocked.

“I don’t know Cassie, but you have to admit……that was weird.”, I answered.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Several days later about nine in the morning Detective Wilson came to my home and asked to speak to me. I invited him in, and we sat in the living area. He pulled a small notebook out of his inner jacket pocket.

“Chris, I sent the video that we had to a video lab that we use frequently. They cleaned the video up dramatically, so we were able to see more detail. Of the people that were there we know five were white. The others never gave us a good angle, so we are not sure.”, he started.

“Second, after examining the tape, we now think that the people that accosted your mother were young. Maybe teens to mid-twenties at best. Several had some type of face covering. The way they moved, dressed and then ran to her car…… likely they are young. Are there any problems you or your mother had with young people lately?”, he asked.

I told him the complete story about how I had made enemies with the seniors on the football team. I explained what had happened at Haley’s pool party and my altercation with Will and Tommy over at Cassie’s house. I also mentioned the strange comments Chrissy Haynes had made the other evening.

“I know Mr. Haynes very well…. We play golf together. I’ll ask a few questions but that would lead me to younger people.”, he affirmed.

“I know they don’t like me, but I don’t see them killing my mom, sir.”, I answered.

“Chris, I have been a police officer for close to fifteen years. You would be shocked at the things I have seen.”, he stated.

“I’m sure you are right, sir.”, I sighed.

He left immediately but promised to keep in touch with me as soon as he had more information. I left shortly after him and went to the gym to work out. Later that week, I tested and received my black belt and E 1 patch. I was now teaching two classes of youth members which I really enjoyed doing. I was packing up my bag and getting ready to leave when I noticed that Ted Savoie and Darren Miller working out in the gym. It was the first time I had ever seen any of them actually in the gym before. I had just walked out of Master Garcia’s office when the noticed me.

“Hey Roid boy…. Get fucked.”, Ted Savoie said loudly.

Before I could reply, Master Garcia stepped out of his office and walked over to the shoulder press that they were working on. Master Garcia was Brazilian by birth and a quiet but very intimidating figure in his own way. He always wore military pants with a dry-fit t-shirt and wrestling shoes. He was right at six-foot-tall and weighed about one hundred ninety pounds.

“Do we have problem guys.”, he asked, with his accent.

“Nah, we are just messing around.” Darren quickly replied.

“No messing around in club or with students. You do again…leave never come back.”, he said, sternly.

I walked out as he was still reprimanding them and headed to the parking lot. Just about that time Mark Boudreaux was walking towards me. I was assuming he was going to meet his pals inside. He stopped immediately when he saw me. But then again, he was alone for the first time. This was the perfect opportunity for me.

“Hey Mark, Cassie brought Chrissy home the night you left her at Moe’s, but she was pretty drunk. She was saying something about the police, ambulance and she was sorry. She also said you didn’t mean to. What was that all about?”, I asked.

Just as I had seen in Chrissy eyes, I saw it repeated in Mark’s eyes. Pure unadulterated fear as his white face turned pale.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”, he stated, almost running past me.

I walked back several feet and looked inside the club through the front window. Mark, damn near ran up to Darren and Ted with a frantic look on his face. He began talking to the two of them his hands failing around nervously. I turned and headed to my vehicle beginning to think there might be something to what Chrissy said after all.

Cassie was out of town for a week or so with her mother visiting her grandfather who was in the hospital. I went and grabbed a sandwich with some fries and came home and ate. I was just about to watch tv when I heard the doorbell ring. Since I was not expecting anyone, I had no idea who that might be. I walked to the front door and opened it to find my Aunt Lynda standing there with several suitcases. She hugged me and kissed me on the cheek then stepped back.

“Chris, I’m sorry to show up like this with no notice but I can’t take him anymore. I just didn’t know where else to go.”, she said, tears running down her cheeks.

“Don’t be silly Lynda. Come in, you are always welcome here.”, I answered.

I grabbed all her bags and brought them into my mother’s bedroom and sat then down against the wall. She hugged me once again and I left the room closing the door so she could settle in. I sat on the sofa and turned on the television and was about hallway through a movie when Lynda came in the living room and sat down on the other end of the sofa. She had put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt which reminded me so much of my mother.

“I’ll try and figure all of this out as soon as possible. I promise, I will be out of your way as soon as possible.”, she said, softly.

“Lynda, you can stay here as long as you like. It’s just me in this big old house…. I have plenty of room. Just relax and try to forget about your problems.”, I offered.

“Stacey did a remarkable job of raising you, Chris.”, Lynda replied.

“I miss her so much……. it makes no sense what happened. She never hurt anyone.’, I replied, getting choked up.

“I know baby…. life doesn’t make sense sometimes.”, Lynda answered.

We both went silent for a few minutes before Lynda got up and went to grab a bottle of water out of the refrigerator. Lynda reminded me so much of my mother. She was beautiful and had a great body. She came back quickly and sat down.

“Are you and the girl next door serious about each other?”, Lynda asked.

“Oh geez, Cassie…. Well, I like her a lot and I think she feels the same, but we have never talked much about anything else. She has been training with me at the gym, so she has changed quite a bit. She is out of town for a week or so visiting her grandfather.”, I answered.

“Are you fucking her?”, Lynda asked, with a smile.

My mother had told me about Lynda and the relationship the two of them had. She also told me that Lynda loved to shock people especially about sex. According to my mother, Lynda loved sex that her husband Jack referred to her as nympho most of the time.

“Yes, we have been to bed together quite a few times.”, I replied, staring at the television.

“Who else have you been to bed with.”, Lynda giggled.