Now that all of that horse-hockey was outta the way, we had some work to do. Now that all the bugs are outta the way, we ain't anticipatin' any hold-ups. I still had them videos from the diner to look at, catch a glance at the perps. These guys are goin' down, lemme telll ya that. Eddie and I got back home and started viewin' the tapes. "Which one's this?", Eddie asked. "Uh, this is from the camera pointin' toward the front. Ya get the entrance and anything around there." I saw a van park across the street, and a couple of guys get out. There was a chick with 'em, givin' 'em some kinda talk (typical chick thing, I guess), then.......
"Sweet friggin' Moses", I says
"Huh?", Eddie says.
I rubbed my hands together, "hoo-hoo, this is what I'm goin' for" These were the hold-up guys. We can see it all. One of their faces was clear in the camera. "Put it on freeze-frame", says Eddie. It was a little grainy, but I could see pretty clear features. "Maybe the cops got some thing to sharpen it". Eddie's curiosity about that chick standing there got my attention, so I looked a little. Then something dawns on me. "I just had a horrible thought." I kept peering at the image on freeze-frame. It was still a little grainy, I figured I was better off rewinding and watching back and forth. "Jesus, please don't let it be true". I kept rewindin' and goin' back. Eddie was getting hyper, "gosh, what is it, Boss-man?" When two and two added up, I closed my eyes, let out a sigh, and grimaced, either like I was in pain or about to get real sad. I put my head in my hands, gruntin' and exhalin' hard. Eddie realized I was pretty down and put his hand on my shoulder, "what is it, Boss-man? I don't get it." I picked my head back up, looked straight ahead, the look of angiush turning into a look of disgust, squinty eyes, gritted teeth, hoo-boy was I mad. "That's.. the little... BITCH that hired me the other night." Eddie's mouth popped wide open in shock, "holy mother of crap" he said in a half-whisper. "Why would she....." Eddie just couldn't take it in. He started gettin' scared. "to think she could've followed us everywhere if we didn't get them bugs out. Maybe instead of no contract on her, she's got one on you, and she's leading ya to it!" He leaped off the couch, started pacin' back and forth, slamming his fist into his other hand. "Wouldn't surprise me", I says, "all them busts I did, sent 'em all down. Maybe it's my turn to go down. Eddie grabbed me and shouted, "holy mackerel, don't say that!" He bear-hugged me, slamming my body into his, "don't say that, oh, God, don't say that". As he buried his head in my chest, I cricked my head up and looked ahead as I stroked the back of his head, feelin' that soft hair goin' through my fingers. I kissed him on the cheek and put my head down on his shoulder. Oh, it was sweet. The slight scent of sweat, he smelled like a man. On the back of the neck, followed by the scent of freshly washed cotton on his shirt which draped his neck and shoulders, and the sweet scent of a spritz of cologne. I kissed his hair, his neck, even his shirt, I ran my tongue along the neckline in the back. His cryin' turned to moanin'. I picked his head up and worked my way all around his neck, licking and pecking every other inch or so. I moved on up into under his chin, kissing and smelling the hair of his goatee. I wanted to suck a little on the rest of his face before we were joined by the bonds of holy liplock. We looked into each other's eyes, got real excited, then practically chewed each other's mouths off. Polishin' each other's tonsils, we was. We grabbed each other closer and closer til our mighty arms started to give, then it was off with the shirts. I couldn't wait to unbutton mine and I just tore all the buttons off. Eddie threw his polo over his head, when his arms went up to slide the sleeves off, I reached up and stroked them. Picture it if you will - two gorgeous, rock-hard logs of flesh just mine for the taking. I wanted my hands all over them, and I wanted those luscious logs wrapped around me. I licked and pecked his shoulders, moving down into his pecs. Holy Gregory Pecs! My God, he had 'em. He really had 'em. I licked and bit softly on his nipples, causing him to pant and moan at the same time. I pressed lightly on his shoulders as I slowly sank down onto the floor, takin' him all the way with me. I opened his belt, first licking his waistline, to which he responded by moaning and rubbing his fingers through his hair. Pants unbuttoned, zipper down, underwear a matter of history, I took his already rock-hard cock into my hands, jerkin' him off and suckin' down on it at the same time. As I licked, he started gettin' more and more excited, gettin' to the point of grimacin' and sometimes, slappin' the floor with his hands. He couldn't stand anymore, but still wanted it. "Oh, God, Boss-man, give it to me." I licked lightly at the tip of his cock and at some points, he would contract, grimace and scream, "AH!" His head would hit the ground and as he panted and moaned, I could hear, "(sigh) holy errogenous zones". I did the same with his balls, just as he did me back at the motel. He giggled, he moaned, screamed, even sobbed a little. "You're the Boss, Man. Oh yeah!" I went up and down on the stem of his cock, he started feelin' them juices flowin' through him. More contractions, sighs, moans of "take me there". He started to cum in my mouth, but I felt this was gonna be a regular Mount Vesuvius (sp?) , so I took it out and let it spray. Projectiles across the room as he screamed. He let out a beaut, lemme tell ya that. I had to slowly get him back to earth, lightly strokin' the area in question as his moans slowly faded off. He was pantin', grimacin' licking his lips. "Oh, Boss-Man, me next". I looked at him and shook my head. "Not right now, boy". "Whatta ya mean?" "I'm gonna go off and face this bim, see what the hell her problem was. If I didn't come back, I wanted you to have somethin' ta remember me by." Eddie bolted up and almost got in my face, "remember? What the hell!" "This is my battle, Boy Friday, just her and me". He threw his shirt back and and said, "the heck you say, man!" "The heck I say, is it? Look, Eddie, it's me she wants to bump off, she don't even know about you." "But she's gonna! It's you and me all the way. I don't want no stupid memory, I want you, and if you ain't gonna be around, then I don't wanna be either." He grabbed my hands and held them in his as he pressed them against his heart. "To the end, partner, remember? My boss, my savior, my lover, my friend. You're fuckin' everything to me, man, everything."
Did I ever go on about how beautiful a man looks when he cries? His face a little red, eyes a little puffy, eyebrows slanted a bit upward, mouth slightly opened and contracted. As the tears flowed, he swallowed a little and continued crying. I stroked his face lightly, wipin' a tear off of each cheek. He took my hand and kissed it. I held back, boy, I really did, but the look on his face tore through me like a knife through butter. "I don't wanna leave you, boy. I don't." He whispered, "you don't have to". Then, we composed ourselves, and a smile came across my face, a very determined, "let's kick some bitch ass" smile. He was smilin', too. I held out my hand like a high-five, "Let's get this bim, Boy Friday" He gave me a high five and clutched my hand in his. "Right back at ya, Dashin' Detective". And we were off. Boss-Man the Dashin' Detective and his trusty sidekick, Robinson, the Boy Friday. Nothin's gonna stop us. Nothin'.