Date: Mon, 14 Jan 2008 01:56:54 EST
From: DogBone421@aol.com
Subject: "Give It Up Cop"  part 10

I sat there in total disbelief of what had happened so fast. I could hear
furniture being thrown aside, glass breaking and then the sound of the front door
being thrown back open and hitting the wall. Soon followed the sound of Mike
screaming my sister's name. I was too stunned to even get up and start getting
dressed till Mike rushed back in the room.
"Where's my fucking pants," he screamed to me as I jumped from the bed. His
face was red with rage and the veins in his neck bulged. He found them before
I was able to help and pulled them on with lighting speed. Zipping up as he
ran back out of the room I knew he was headed for the parking lot. Hoping things
couldn't possible get any worse, I knew it was best if I got the fuck out of
here fast. Reaching for my underwear and pants I got dressed as quickly as I
could. Just as I pulled my tee shirt back on I heard tires squeal and I knew
they had to belong to her. I took a deep breath and figured for the moment we
had dodged the bullet of yelling and crying from her. I walked into the bathroom
and splashed cold water on my face and looked at myself in the mirror.
Mumbling I wondered how I could let myself get into such a fucked up situation.
Hearing the front door slam shut again I figured Mike was back. Slipping my
boots back on unlaced and throwing my shirt over my shoulder I headed for the
living room. As I entered the hallway I saw a lamp lying on the floor and as I
turned the corner I saw Mike sitting on the sofa with his head in his hands. I
was at a loss for words to say as I moved close to him. As soon as I
approached him he jumped up, balled his fists up and was ready to fight me. I took my
defensive pose instantly and was ready for whatever came next. I backed away
from him as he moved closer to me like a boxer looking for his first strike.
"You fucking fagot bitch," he screamed at me as we moved slowly around the
room like we were in a boxing ring. Tears ran down the front of his face, as
his rage grew stronger.
"You left that fucking door unlocked this morning figuring she would come
over here and get her money this morning, didn't you? You wanted me to get caught
with me, didn't you? You figured it was the only way to have me all to
yourself you fagot cocksucker! You're a jealous manipulating bitch just like her."
He took a swing at me and missed following the last statement. We bobbed and
weaved back and forth just before he lunged fully at me and I fell backwards
with him on top of me. The dinning room card table broke under me as we hit the
floor. Cheep chairs flew as we rolled and exchanged blows to each other's
face and upper body before I got the upper hand. I knew how to sub do resistant
suspects and was able to get a chock hold on him quickly. As I tightened my arm
I cut off his windpipe. He grabbed my lower arm with amazing strength but I
continued to squeeze. I could feel his resistance subsiding and shouted in his
ear.
"You willing to stop fighting and let me tell my side of the story, mother
fucker! Or do I have to let you pass out first?" I again squeezed him tighter to
emphases my question.
I felt him tap my arm like he was ready to settle down and I loosened my hold
on him. He didn't offer any resistance this time. Quite the opposite
happened, he began to cry. The more I released him the more he broke down. I couldn't
stop myself as I hugged him tight and held him in my arms. I had never saw him
so venerable before. I told him I was here for him as he let it all out and
cried like a baby.
"She swore I'd never see my boys again," he babbled. All I could do was hold
him and slowly stroked his arm as we lay together on the floor. I let him get
it all out before I whispered,
"Come on Mike, its going to be Ok. I promise everything will work out all
right. Let's get up on the sofa."
I didn't believe my own words either as I said them, but it seemed to be what
he needed to hear. He did quiet down and sat up. I waited till he got up,
before I got up myself. He sat on one end of the couch while I sat on the other
end.
"What are we going to do now," he asked me?
I hadn't had time to think everything through and wasn't ready to offer any
advice on how we both should handle this. I did speak up about some of the
shit he threw in my face when the fight started.
"Mike, I didn't leave the front door unlocked, I pleaded! Shit, would I do
that on purpose with 850 dollars on the TV? And another thing, I never knew she
was coming over here. You never told me that. Fuck, if I knew that, I wouldn'
t have came over in the first place asshole!"
I watched as he thought it threw before he answered. I could tell he was
still pissed. Shit, he wouldn't even look at me.
"Well, I didn't do it fucker," he yelled at me! You were the last one threw
the door this morning. Even if you didn't do it on purpose, you did it! You
fucked everything up, shit for brains!"
I listened and didn't argue with him anymore. Maybe he was right. Maybe I did
do it on purpose subconsciously, wanting us to get caught by someone. I took
the road of less resistance and let him vent to me without loosing my temper.
He babbled on about me using him for sex and fucking up his marriage. Oh yeah,
that pissed me off big time, but I held it in.  Asked me if it was part of my
game to break them both up so I could have him to myself? How the FUCK do you
argue that or defend yourself?
After he was done spewing his venomous words there was a long period of
silence between us. We both looked anywhere but at each other. Finally he spoke
again,
"I'm calling all this off between us both right now! I'm cutting my losses
and moving on. I realized sitting here that your not what's best for me. I'm
not fucking queer and never will be. I just used your ass as a cum dump. It's
all stretched out now and useless to me anyways. I don't want you around me and
its fucking best if you go."
Mike stood and walked towards the small kitchen. Stunned again, shocked, hell
words escape me right now to describe my emotions. I had been stunned,
shocked when my sister showed up. Now I felt like he had kicked me in the nuts and
enjoyed it. I know my jaw was hanging down and tears were welling up in me.
I jumped up and moved fast towards him. I grabbed his arm to stop his forward
movement. He quickly drew a fist back and threatened to, "punch my lights out,
" if I didn't let go of his arm. I hadn't cried since I was a kid, but I was
now. I couldn't stop myself as I started to plead my case. I begged him to
not be this way, I offered to go home and give him time to think about us once
he cooled down. He turned cold as ice as he looked at me.
"That's just perfect for a pussy hole like you. Squirt your tears like a
woman does to get a real man's compassion. Well, I have seen through your bitch
ways, NOW GET THE FUCK OUT!"
That was it. I ran down the three flights of stairs to my truck. I drove home
chocking back tears and feeling ill. I had to pull of the road once and throw
up. Leaning out the truck door on the shoulder of the road, I dry heaved.
Adding insult to injury, as I leaned out, Mike's heavy load leaked from me in my
underwear. I knew instantly what had happened when I felt the wetness. Any
other time it would have laughed at myself and been dam proud to carry him. Today
I had mixed feelings.
Pulling into my driveway I felt better, It was good to be home. As I got out
of truck and headed in, one of my neighbors waved and I waved back. I forced a
smile on my face and tried to appear normal.
Once inside, right away I saw the answering machine flashing. My first
thought was, Mike had reconsidered his feelings. I rushed over and checked the
caller ID screen. As if not enough shit had rolled my way, all the calls were from
my sister's phone. Six calls so far to be exact. I walked in the kitchen and
grabbed a cold beer from the fridge. Drinking it down as fast as I could I
found courage to play the messages. I wish now I hadn't as I listened to them, one
after another. You think Mike had some vial things to say to me, well think
again. My sister really laid into me. Message after message she repeated the
same thing over and over. It was all I could take. I didn't need to listen to
her giving me a lecture on values and religion. I picked up the phone and called
her high and mighty fat ass back. As soon as she answered the arguing began.
We both said things we could never take back and I knew that this would be one
of the last times I ever had anything to do with her. Her final damaging blow
was to threaten to tell my fellow officers what she saw. I called her bluff
instantly and slammed the phone down.
I tired to calm my anger before I had a stroke or something. I grabbed two
more beers and headed for the bathroom. The bathtub filled with hot water as I
checked my cut lip and made sure my teeth were fine. I moved my sore red jaw
back and forth and cringed in pain as I checked my sore ribs. Mike got in few
good jabs before I was able to control the situation. I started to get emotional
again thinking of all the horrible words that came from him so quickly.
Sucking another beer down as fast as I could, I was hoping the booze would numb the
pain all over. Crawling into the over filled tub, water splashed onto the
floor and I didn't care. Laying back I sank fully into the tub, my head
disappearing under the hot water also. Yeah, I was feeling dam sorry for my ass!
Keeping my head under the water too long, I flew back up coughing and gasping for
air. As I regained my breath, I reached for the other full beer bottle. Not
stopping till it was totally consumed, I threw the empty against the tile wall and
ducked as shattered glass went everywhere. Somehow doing that made me feel a
little better and I lay back in the tub and closed my eyes.
As I lay there I could feel the beer beginning to work its magic. I still
felt lower the dog shit as my fingers found there way to my asshole to scratch an
itch I had. Doing so brought back good memoirs of the last sex we had. I was
comforted for a second as I thought of the good sex we had just had hours
before. I still couldn't believe that would be the last time we made love. I shook
my head to get those thoughts out of my mind. As I continued to lie there I
got very hot and sweat began to roll off my forehead into my eyes. The stinging
of the sweat brought me back to reality. As I started to get out I could feel
that the beer had made me somewhat unstable on my feet. No bothering to dry
off, I started to move from the bathroom. I didn't even realize I had stepped
on broken glass from the beer bottle till I saw bloody footprints on the tile
floor under me.
Walking nude in front of the undraped living room windows, I was on a
mission. Finding the bottle of Jack Daniels in the dining room hutch, I carried it
with me towards my bedroom.  Stopping in the hallway and guzzling down a big
swig, I liked the burning feeling it gave me in my throat. Knocking the lamp off
the night table beside the bed to make room for the bottle, I fell back into
the cool bed. Closing my eyes I hoped I would wake up and all this would just
be a fucked up dream I had. I reached for the bottle again when I opened my
eyes and it was all still reality.
I fell asleep sometime shortly after that. I woke up about five hours later
sick as a dog. I ran for the bathroom making it just in time as I threw up. The
pain in my head started then and I felt like pure hell. I hugged the white
toilet bowl as the dry heaves started. The rugs under my body were wet and dark
colored glass was all around me. Even feeling this bad didn't make the pain go
away.
It was late evening now and the sun was falling from the sky. I had managed
to make it to the living room sofa and crashed. I called my commanding officer
and called out sick. I had a black eye and I wasn't ready yet to face the guys
if my sister had followed through on her threat. Flipping channels on the TV
as fast as I could I lay there sulking. When my cell phone rang I almost
jumped out of my skin. I figured it was my sister again and didn't bother to answer
it. I waited till it stopped ringing and reached for it to check the caller
ID. I didn't recognize the number and dropped the phone on the floor beside the
couch. When my voice mail chime rang I wondered who or what it could be now.
Thinking about it for a few minutes I decided to face the music and call for
the message. As I waited for it to play, I felt sick again with worry.
When the male voice began I was puzzled as to who it was. He wanted to know
if I was available cause he was in town tonight. My mind was still fuzzy as I
continued to listen. He gave his name as Joe finally and explained if I didn't
remember him outright, we had met at the 76 Truck Stop. I instantly remembered
him then. He left his number again and said he really wanted to connect with
me tonight. As I closed my phone my mind raced. Calling my voice mail again,
this time I wrote his number down.
Calling him number back, he answered on the second ring. He was happy as hell
that I called him. It felt good to talk with another man right now. He asked
if I was all right and that I sounded down. I told him I had a little `hair of
the dog' but was feeling better since he called. We talked like two old
friends for a bit and my mood had changed greatly and then he turned the
conversation to sex. Said he was in town tonight and wanted some ass off me. Went on to
say he was backed up bad and needed to dump in someone. Wanted to know if my `
fine ass' was available tonight.
Feeling like I needed to stop the loneliness again, I told him I was
available. He told me he was at the tuck stop and would get a cheep motel room if I
wanted. I told him I had all night and a half full bottle of Jack, to get one.
Just before he hung up he asked if he should buy any rubbers for tonight. Don't
bother came from me fast and I heard him laugh.
"I got a buddy who could use your services also if you're horny and game,"
he asked?
"I'm game," came from me as I told him I'd be there in about an hour and
hung up.
Swallowing some aspirin and rubbing some deodorant on, I headed for my
bedroom. I pulled on a pair of old sweat pants; minus the underwear cause I knew I
wouldn't need them. Finding a dirty old tee shirt in the laundry and pulling it
on I was ready. Grabbing my liquor bottle as I headed out the door I didn't
care about much at this point. I just wanted to be around another man, even if
it meant having mindless sex!

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