~I know many want a resolution to A Case of Incest, none more so than I. It was not a personal choice to step away, it was fortuitous. My return has been remarkably fresh and I feel ready to pick up on Roxanne and Frank's twisted case. For those of you following this tale, we left Frank in the hospital -- the victim of a vicious bombing that ended Cybil's life. For those of you just joining us, I would suggest you look up the first chapters in this series and enjoy the ride~
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I allowed the woman of my life and the nurse to exercise their womanly need to nurture. With a great flurry of concern, they assisted me from the wheel chair to the car. It would have done little good to protest; and besides, I enjoyed the attention. Once safely in, I said my good-byes and thanked the nurse for everything.
"You take care now Mr. Logan and mind what Roxanne tells you." I smiled weakly and nodded my head for Roxy to get moving.
Once we were on our way I stripped off the arm sling and grimaced. Roxanne shot me a look but, kept her mouth shut. She wasn't about to give me a lecture and the look I returned made it absolutely sure. My arm was still a bit sore, it was the only lingering ailment from my near death experience.
"So what's the news, Roxy? You find out where that bitch Lora is staying?" I questioned, as my sister eased out into traffic. Sensing my "back -- to -- business" attitude, Roxanne didn't offer any smart ass comments.
"Yup, sure did. She's got a house at Lake Como -- nice fucking place. I guess we were wrong, daddy did do something for her."
"Huh -- she's not paying on it?"
"Nope, it was bought for cash, out right. She's living pretty large for a black-sheep daughter."
"What about the old man?"
"He's still kicking and I can't imagine why that whack job hasn't tried to off him yet. You got any ideas?"
"No but, I'm damn glad things calmed down. I was worried you'd get all caught in something you couldn't handle while I was..."
"Recovering from something you nearly didn't handle?" Roxy quipped and grinned, cutting me off. For her efforts, I gave her a raised, upper, lip sneer and then turned my mind back to the task at hand.
"Okay then, Lora has faded to the back round -- for the time being; the old man is still alive, doing God knows what; and what about our friend down at police central, has Rocker raised his ugly head lately?" I questioned as Roxanne made the final turn towards our brownstone. Roxanne glanced over at me and smiled.
"Oh yeah, he's been real vocal, and in my face, since you damn near got your ass blown up. I had to give him something to keep him at bay. Basically I told him what we'd been doing but, I didn't let him in on everything -- did I do good?" Roxy replied.
"You did, you did real good babe. He was the last thing I wanted to deal with when I got out." My answer made Roxanne smile and she spurred the old Ford onward towards home.
When I finally sat down in our living room, I felt exhausted and told Roxy as much. It had been a very long time since I'd been laid up, for any reason, and I forgotten just how tiring that state could make you. I held my arm and slid down on the couch. I needed to rest and gather my wits.
"Wake me in a couple of hours. I need a nap." Roxanne smiled a sisterly smile and nodded her head.
"Got it -- in two. Oh by the way, shut off that brain of yours. You'll rest better." She added and walked away. n hour and a half later I woke with a start. I'd been having a nightmarish dream, of fragmented scenes, involving Lora, Cybil, Roxanne and myself. Sweating and arm aching, I forced myself to sit up and only then caught the scent of cooking -- it smelled fabulous. Shaking off the dream, I wiped my brow and got to my feet, heading for the kitchen. When I hit the doorway to the kitchen I stopped and sucked in a quick breath at the vision that greeted my eyes. Roxanne was cooking alright but, she was nude, except for an apron. She heard my approached and turned her head smiling back at me.
"Hey, sleepy head -- hungry?" She asked, ignoring my stare.
"Ahhh...Yeah, kinda I guess." I muttered back, still taking in Roxanne's beautiful ass. Roxy winked at me and went back to her stirring, as she continued our conversation.
"Well, I thought you might like a good old fashioned spaghetti dinner. Sound good?" I nodded my head forgetting she wasn't looking my direction. "You like my cooking attire? It was hot and I just grabbed the apron." She added and sent her butt cheeks into a delicious rolling motion as she stirred the sauce.
"Wha -- what's not to like?" I asked, stumbling on the first word.
Roxanne wore a full cook's apron, the kind with a neck strap and small upper bodice attached to a short apron skirt. I heard the stove control click twice and she turned, throwing out her arms, and pirouetted for me, giving me a full three hundred sixty degree look. Her breasts popped in and out with the turn and came to reluctant stop when she did. Hard nipples pushed against the bodice and a crimson color eased across her cheeks, as she forced her eyes to look into mine. Her return look was short and she took a deep breath, placing her hands on her, bare, hips.
"So, I take it you like what I'm wearing - dinner is nearly ready. I thought you might like a shower before you eat..." She announced, as she slowly crossed the kitchen, on bare feet. She raised an eyebrow when she ended her comment early. I guessed I was supposed to fill in the blank and I grinned at her. Before I could say, one way or the other, Roxanne gripped my good arm and wrapped it around her body.
