Chapter 13: Food for Thought
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“What the hell did you think you were doing?”
Lt. Graham’s boisterous query went unheard by Cassidy. Her mind was too busy formulating the words for what she wanted to say to hear what was being said to her.
“I found it,” Cassidy stressed with a point toward the world beyond the two of them. “The Greenbelt Nine were killed in that warehouse.”
“You mean the warehouse you burned down?” Lt. Graham challenged with a scowl.
“I was attacked,” Cassidy returned defensively. “The fire was set to destroy the evidence.”
"That argument doesn't help you. If there was evidence in there, it's gone now, and all I have is your word that it ever existed."
“So, my report isn’t enough anymore,” Cassidy argued back in disbelief. “I’m telling you there was a man and a woman inside that warehouse. I didn’t see the woman, but the man had to be six feet tall and strong. He threw me up against the wall like I weighed next to nothing. When I woke up the warehouse was on fire.”
“I can’t prove any of that, Cassidy,” Lt. Graham responded with incredulity. “You know that.”
Cassidy tried to interject a response but was cut off by Lt. Graham's continuing rebuke.
"You broke into a warehouse without a warrant. You brought a civilian with you. The building catches fire—started by someone else—you say, and because you don’t have evidence of a crime or probable cause, the owner of the building will undoubtedly sue the city. How am I supposed to see anything good in that?"
"That back door was open," Cassidy insisted with ferocity.
Lt. Graham ignored her statement and continued with his thought.
"The Captain of the 90th wants to arrest you. Captain Skiles is calling me for answers that he can give to the Commissioner. And I hear the Commissioner is on the phone with the Mayor. Damn it, Tremaine, do you have any idea how much of a mess you’ve made?"
Cassidy had no response to his question. She knew that Lt. Graham was not expecting one, and she was not interested in providing one. The complications and legalities associated with the fire were not the most important thoughts on her mind. The fact that she had found the site where the Greenbelt Nine had died, the glowing eyes of the man who attacked her and the discovery that her attacker’s name was Christian were the things that she wanted to talk about.
Cassidy was seated on an examination table in a hospital emergency room during her berating from Lt. Graham. She suffered a small bump to her head, but the skin did not break. The rest of her person was bruised but unbroken. The doctor wanted to keep her at the hospital for temporary observation as a precaution. She was nearly an hour into her stay when Lt. Graham arrived to voice his dissatisfaction with her.
“So, am I under arrest?” Cassidy asked after a moment of silence.
“No,” Lt. Graham answered sternly. “But you are suspended. I need your badge and your ID Card.”
Lt. Graham extended his hand, palm up, and waited for Cassidy to surrender the items.
“What?” Cassidy returned in shock.
“Suspended,” Lt. Graham repeated with finality. “There will be an investigation. And when we find out what we’re dealing with, we’ll let you know when you can come back in…or if.”
Cassidy was stunned by his report. She felt she had just given the department a big clue regarding the deaths of the Greenbelt Nine. Her priority at that moment was to find the owner of the building, and anyone else connected with it, and then interrogate them for answers. She was motivated to speak her mind.
“What about the Greenbelt Nine?” Cassidy questioned her lieutenant with an astonished look. “We now know where they died. We should be investigating the people connected with that building.”
“How do you know they were in there?” Lt. Graham asked with bewilderment.
“I saw blood stains,” Cassidy replied without hesitation.
Lt. Graham looked at Cassidy with astonishment.
“How do you know it was the victim’s blood? How do you know it was blood at all?”
“The forensic report said that the victims had strands of mohair on them,” Cassidy began to explain. “The bed I saw in that warehouse had a mohair throw blanket on top of it.”
“How do you know it was mohair?” Lt. Graham challenged with a so what expression. “Did you test it?”
“I didn’t have to,” Cassidy returned with an annoyed look. “They killed them in that warehouse. Albert Haynes didn’t act alone,” she finished emphatically.
Lt. Graham studied Cassidy a moment, then proceeded with a more conciliatory approach.
“We’ll look into it. But you, Detective Tremaine, you need to go home.”
“But this is my case,” Cassidy complained. “I know it; I understand it better than anyone. You need me to put the pieces together.”
“I need you to stay away,” Lt. Graham softly insisted.
Cassidy was just about to repeat her objection when Lt. Graham cut her off.
“Go home. We’ll figure it out. Go home.”
Cassidy took in a deep breath and exhaled it with a look of resignation. She then nodded her intention to comply with the Lieutenant’s instruction, pulled her badge and ID card out of her blazer’s inner pocket and put it in Lt. Graham’s hand. He accepted them both with a nod of his head and a look of regret.
“Your lunch date is waiting to drive you home.”
After giving this notice, Lt. Graham turned to walk away. At that moment, a thought came to Cassidy, and she quickly commenced to communicate it.
“Christian. Look for someone named Christian. I think he may be one of the suspects I listed in the case file. If he is then Christian may be a nickname or an alias.”
Lt. Graham had taken two steps when he stopped and turned around to hear this. When Cassidy finished speaking, he asked a parting a question.
“Anything else?”
Cassidy gave the question a momentary thought. She was tempted to tell him about the eyes of the man that attacked her. She paused to consider how that answer would be received. She weighed the possibility that the bump to the head affected her eyesight. Shortly she concluded that the answer was best left unsaid.
“No, nothing else.”
Lt. Graham accepted this answer and walked away. Another ten minutes passed, and the doctor came in and gave Cassidy’s eyes a quick exam and asked a few questions. He quickly became satisfied with what he saw and heard and dismissed her to go home. In turn, Cassidy took no delay in making her exit. She went out into the emergency room reception area and did a brief look around for David. Seconds later she saw him coming towards her.
“How are you feeling?” David questioned as he moved to within five feet of her and stopped.
“I’m okay,” Cassidy returned behind a kind demeanor. “The doctor said I suffered a mild brain trauma. I think that’s code for I bumped my head.”
“So, no dizziness, no headaches?”
“I have a slight tender spot,” Cassidy reported with a smile and while touching the back of her head. “But other than that, I’m fine. What are you doing here?”
“I’m waiting for you,” David answered with a carefree inflection.
It was David who drove Cassidy’s car to the hospital that she was conveyed to by ambulance. When he arrived, David took a seat in the reception area to wait for Cassidy’s release. Lt. Graham arrived at the hospital almost half an hour after David and immediately sought him out. He was interested in knowing David’s intentions with regards to the mishap at the warehouse. After a brief conversation, Lt. Graham was convinced that the civilian was not likely to cause the department any legal hassles. He then asked if he would be driving Cassidy home, and David promptly promised that he would.
“You could have given the keys to Lt. Graham and went home,” Cassidy returned in response to David’s declaration that he was waiting for her. “There was no reason for you stay,” she insisted.
“I wanted to be sure that you were okay,” David returned with a look of concern. “And I also promised a Lt. Graham that I would drive you home.”
Cassidy’s good humor fell away behind the last part of this report. She could see David’s concern for her in his expression, but this plan for him to drive her home was the last thing she wanted to hear.
“I’m fine,” Cassidy countered with a mild look of annoyance. “I can drive myself.”
Cassidy extended her hand out in a gesture that said she wanted something from him.
“Keys.”
“You were unconscious,” David disputed while ignoring her extended hand. “Are you sure you should be driving?”
“I’m fine,” Cassidy insisted as she beckoned for the keys with her hand.
After a hesitation, David handed over the keys with an expression of reluctance. Cassidy ignored the look and walked around him before stopping and turning with a question.
“Do you need a lift back to your car?”
Cassidy recalled that he left his car at the precinct.
“It’s already been taken care of,” David answered nonchalantly. “My assistant manager at the club is collecting it as we speak.”
“Is he bringing it here?” Cassidy questioned with a look of concern.
“No, he’s taking it to the club,” David answered with a smirk. “Are you going my way?”
Cassidy did not have to think about this request. In her mind, David was her responsibility. Driving him to his club felt like the very least that she could do for him.
“Come on.”
They were for several minutes into their drive to The Cavern when David broached a question.
“You want to talk about it?”
Cassidy first acknowledged his question with slight glance to her right.
“About what?”
“It looked like something inside that warehouse shook you up rather badly,” David surmised with concern.
“I’m over it,” Cassidy replied with a distant look.
There was another brief silence between them. David waited on Cassidy’s far off look to produce an addendum to her response. Cassidy shook herself from her brief revelry and took a deep breath.
“I was suspended,” She reported.
“How can they do that?” David asked with surprise. “You were attacked.”
Cassidy smiled at his reply.
“Well, it doesn’t look good when you’re caught in the field working a case while you’re on desk duty. And to make matters worse, you enter a building illegally, it catches fire and you have nothing to show for it.”
“So, the bump on your head doesn’t count for anything?” David asked, mildly astonished.
“I’m afraid not,” Cassidy answered with a little chuckle.
David gave her answer a moment of thought.
“So, what are you going to do?”
“There’s nothing I can do,” Cassidy replied. “Two other detectives will look into the owner of the warehouse, and hopefully they’ll find answers.”
“Well, that sucks,” David responded with a smile.
“Yeah,” Cassidy agreed and returned the smile. “It sucks a lot.”
Their mutual smiles suddenly turned into laughter. Soon the laughter relaxed into wide smiles and then a prolonged silence. It was the most comfortable that Cassidy had ever felt in David’s company. She felt like she had a partner again. The fact that he was a civilian was the only thing preventing her from telling him about what she saw in the warehouse.
The possible connection between the name she heard in the warehouse, the writing in the Romanian cave and the glowing eyes was not a theory that Cassidy was inclined to give credence. She continued to have trouble seriously considering the idea that vampires existed. Her thoughts on the subject came back to the same conclusion: it was ridiculous. She pondered the notion again when their levity had passed—though, not seriously.
“Can we have our lunch now, Detective Tremaine?” David asked placidly.
Cassidy was caught off guard by the question. She had not expected to see or hear anything more from him for several days, at the earliest. The idea that he wanted to complete their lunch date was the last thing on her mind. But the fact that he was asking her after all that had just happened amused her enough to generate a smile.
“I think it’s a little late for lunch,” Cassidy deflected with a smile.
“Not if you haven’t eaten one,” David returned without hesitation.
Cassidy had hoped that her comment on the time would put him off the idea. His persistence frightened her a little.
“I don’t have time,” Cassidy said with a smile.
“It sounds to me like you have plenty of time,” David calmly disputed.
Cassidy chuckled briefly. She knew that David was pointing out her suspension which essentially cleared her calendar. But that did not stop her from trying to evade his invitation. Fear began to well up in her. The idea of being alone with David, without police business between them, made her feel uneasy. And she knew that feeling originated from her strong attraction to him.
“I need to get home,” Cassidy returned while looking away. “I have the children and…”
“No, you don’t,” David interjected casually.
“Excuse me?” Cassidy retorted while giving David a sharp look.
“Today is the start of the first full weekend of the month,” David explained. “If I remember correctly, their father has custody starting this evening.”
Cassidy was well aware of her children’s weekend arrangements with their father, but she was more than a little surprised that David was aware of them. It took her a moment to remember that she mentioned it to him. For a moment, she wanted to be angry by his temerity to challenge her, but she quickly resigned herself to acceptance.
“I have housework I can be doing,” Cassidy proffered as an alternative to caring for her kids.
David smiled at her obvious dodge.
“So, your plan is to go home to an empty house?”
“My plans are my own, Mr. Burrell,” Cassidy countered with a flash of temper.
David paused and maintained his calm, then he changed tactics.
“Are you afraid of me, Detective Tremaine?”
Cassidy was immediately offended by the idea that she was afraid of him. She found the question even more demeaning because of the way he asked it. Despite her feelings, she was determined not to let her composure slip again.
“Why would I be afraid of you?” Cassidy smugly asked.
“Because you’re attracted to me and…”
Cassidy quickly cut in before David could finish his thought.
“I have found men attractive before, Mr. Burrell,” Cassidy countered with defiance. “They didn’t frighten me and neither do you.”
David paused to give Cassidy a thoughtful study and then tried again with more warmth.
“Have lunch with me, Detective.”
With some loss of resolve, Cassidy thoughtfully considered his request. David took advantage of the moment to clarify his intention.
“It’s just lunch.”
At that moment, Cassidy could not bring herself to say no. The thought of doing so just to avoid being alone with him seemed to gall her somehow.
“Okay,” Cassidy conceded.
Her acceptance was the result of feeling rushed to say something and a desire not to look like a frightened little girl. She regretted it as soon as she said it. Becoming a victim to David’s charm was the one thing she did not want to happen. She could not help feeling that it was beneath the dignity of her position as an NYPD Detective to swoon from the attention of a good looking and prosperous man. Her resistance to losing her sense of detachment for want of a man’s affection was operating at full blast when it came to David, and she knew why. It was because of a feeling that was screaming at her to say yes to whatever he asked.
“Good,” David responded with a pleasant smile.
Cassidy pushed away her confusion with a deep breath, accepted that the inevitable lunch date was happening and turned her attention to the here and now.
“So, where are we going?”
“Well,” David began with a ponderous expression. “My reservation with Nobu has probably expired. So…”
He paused so that he could give her question a little more thought.
“You like fish?”
“Yeah, why?” Cassidy asked.
David dismissed her question in favor of a quick course change instruction.
“Take a left up here.”
“Where are we going?” Cassidy asked as she navigated the turn.
“We need to make a stop,” David explained while looking pleased with himself.
Cassidy did not care for the course she was heading down with this man. But that was the feeling she had from the moment she met him, so their journey now was no great addition. She quietly followed his instructions for another five minutes. They ended up at Union Square and David told her to park. Cassidy saw the Whole Foods Market sign before they entered the parking lot. Her first comment came when they stepped onto the sidewalk.
“Are we eating here?”
“No,” David returned with a smile. “We’re going shopping.”
“Shopping?” Cassidy challenged with surprise.
“I recall your lack of faith in my cooking,” David hinted and smiled.
“I never said that.” Cassidy remarked after a moment of thought.
“I want to impress you, Detective Tremaine,” David explained with a smile. “Please let me.”
“Mr. Burrell, I don’t…” Cassidy began hesitantly.
“David.” He interrupted her. “You promised to call me by my first name on our lunch date.”
Cassidy paused then smiled at his correction.
“How long is this going take, David?” Cassidy continued along a different tack.
“Trust me, it will be worth the wait,” David assured her.
Cassidy had thought to resist David’s plan so that she could get home in time to hand her children off to their father. She quickly rationalized that it was easier to just go along with his plan since, in truth, time was not a problem, and she had a growing reluctance to say no to him.
Anticipating that her time with David would last well past 4 o’clock, Cassidy stopped outside the store and made two calls, one to James and the other to her neighbor, Sarah. Within a few minutes, she had arranged for James to pick up John and Cynthia at her neighbor’s home. David waited for her to finish her calls before starting his tour through the store. The number of people inside the store was fewer than half found on weekend, but it was still crowded enough to make the market a busy place. With a shopping basket in one hand, David regaled Cassidy on various produce and provisions within the market. He strolled through the store at a leisurely pace, stopping many times to identify something and to talk a little about its origin and history.
At first, Cassidy was not particularly interested in the store, but that quickly changed. David’s colorful and, at times, amusing tales of the market’s history and its contents became a source of entertainment. She followed him from site-to-site as he stopped for samples of fruits and vegetables, fresh baked breads, mustards, sauces and cheeses. He always insisted that she try a sample, which invariably she did.
“This is the cheapest date I’ve ever been on,” Cassidy slyly commented with a wide smile.
“Oh, this isn’t lunch,” David returned with a feigned look of shock. “This is an adventure.”
“You could have fooled me,” Cassidy returned with a chuckle.
She had no sooner spoken when David’s attention turned to something new that caught his eye.
“Come over here. Let’s try the homemade guacamole.”
Cassidy followed David’s lead, amused at his passion for foods and flavors. She was soon enthralled by the whole experience. The energy of the crowd and the smell of food soon mingled with David’s enthusiastic descriptions and narratives. Halfway through their time in the store, her reserve fell away. She began to enjoy her exploration of the store with David. She asked questions and pointed out locations that she wanted to explore. She became as committed as he with their expedition inside the Whole Foods Store.
David completed his shopping in little more than half an hour. During their time in the market, he acquired two halibut steaks, a pineapple, limes, asparagus spears and a baguette of French bread. When they returned to the car, Cassidy did not wait for instructions before heading out. She assumed that David would be preparing their meal at his club. But she soon discovered her assumption was wrong when he directed her to turn in a different direction.
“Where are we going?” Cassidy asked, glancing to her right.
“I’m going to cook for you, Detective.”
“Yes, but I thought we were going to your club.” Cassidy questioned with confusion and suspicion.
“No, I would just be in the way there,” David explained casually. “And that’s not my kitchen.”
Cassidy’s interest in the coming meal suddenly went away.
“You know, I really think we should call it an afternoon. The market was fun and filling, and it’s too late for lunch anyway.”
“Then we’ll call it dinner,” David quickly countered. “It’ll take me an hour to prepare it. Your appetite should return by then, and I promise not to make you eat all of your vegetables.”
Cassidy had no immediate reply, but David clearly saw her mind searching for one.
“Relax, Detective Tremaine, I promise not to bite.”
David’s teasing remark made Cassidy feel like a little girl again. He was the only person, at this time in her life, to have such an effect on her. That was the one thing about him that she found most annoying. She stiffened her resolved in reaction to his jibe.
“What about your club?”
“It can function for one night without me,” David answered without much thought.
Cassidy was irritated by the ease of his responses but kept it to herself. She needed to avoid looking afraid and to prove to herself that she was not. For the next five minutes, Cassidy followed his directions to the underground parking of a fifteen-floor, condominium complex on 5th Avenue. She maintained her silence up until the moment they stepped out of the car.
“Wow! We do live well,” Cassidy smugly commented.
“I try to,” David returned as he led Cassidy to the elevator.
The building was built in the 1930s. The interior was well maintained and upgraded to the standards of the day. David stepped out of the elevator on the eighth floor. Cassidy followed him a short distance to his condominium door. He opened the door and invited her in.
“Let me take your coat,” David offered after closing the door.
Cassidy peeled off her trench coat and blazer to reveal a tan, long-sleeved, pullover blouse with a high scoop neckline. Her blouse was tucked into her pants, and her holster, minus the gun, was clipped to her belt behind her right hip. David took Cassidy’s coats and laid them in a hall chair, then he guided her into the living room.
“Make yourself at home,” David invited.
Cassidy walked into a spacious room that was sparsely decorated with elegant furniture. She wandered across the living-room toward the large bay windows as though compelled. When she reached the windows, she found the view of Central Park captivating. As she wandered the room and enjoyed the view, David delivered the groceries to a kitchen counter. He then went into the master bedroom, removed his suitcoat and tie and unfastened the top button to his shirt. After making himself comfortable, he went back into the kitchen and opened a bottle of chardonnay. He partially filled a wine glass then carried it into the living room.
“Do you like the view?” David asked as he presented the glass of wine to Cassidy.
“Your home is very attractive, Mr. . . . David,” Cassidy stated.
David accepted the compliment with a brief smile. He walked over to his stereo system and started a digital mix of music from an assortment of artists. Some of his favorites included Spandau Ballet, Stevie Wonder, Duran-Duran, Elton John, the Eurythmics, Celine Dion and Whitney Huston.
“Fill free to explore,” David suggested with a slight head and shoulder bow. “Our lunch slash dinner will be ready in about an hour.”
Cassidy accepted with a nod and watched as David went back into the kitchen. She soon began trailing through the condominium at her leisure.
The condo was meticulously clean and devoid of clutter. The décor was Art Deco with a light and bright color scheme. The condo had two bedrooms and three bathrooms.
“Did you choose the furnishings?” Cassidy called out as she examined the master bedroom.
“No,” David returned from the kitchen. “I hired an interior decorator. Why? Is there a problem with the décor?”
“No, no problem,” Cassidy answered in a casual voice. “I was just curious.”
Cassidy continued to look around. After a few minutes, she came to linger in front of family photos hanging in the hall. She saw several people who looked to be twenty or more years older than David in one or more of the pictures.
“Are these pictures of your family?” Cassidy asked.
“Yes,” David called out.
“No sisters or brothers…?” Cassidy asked.
“No, just me. I’m an only child.”
Cassidy wandered into the kitchen with her glass of wine in hand and a sly look.
“That explains it.”
“Explains what,” David asked, glancing away from his food preparations to Cassidy.
“You’re the only child of a wealthy family,” Cassidy explained with a smug little smile. “I bet they pampered you, sent you to best schools and tried to give you every advantage.”
David continued preparing the meal as he smiled at Cassidy’s assessment.
“Is that a bad thing?”
“I don’t know,” Cassidy returned while giving David a studied look. “I suppose that depends on the person you grow up to be.”
David paused to consider Cassidy’s words and then without looking at her, he smiled bashfully.
“I fear I won’t measure up well when you consider me that way.”
“Why is that?” Cassidy asked.
“I think my parents had grand ambitions for me. I doubt my decision to become an entrepreneur solely devoted to expanding my financial portfolio was not what they had in mind.”
“I was talking about who you are inside,” Cassidy explained softly.
“I know,” David returned along with a smile and a look her way. “But who you are inside is a decision you make every day. It’s the past that you can’t change.”
“Do you have a past that you want to change?” Cassidy asked.
“If only I could,” David responded with a thoughtful look.
The sincerity in David’s voice interested Cassidy more than his words, but she chose not to pry. She changed the subject to the meal, its ingredients and preparation. David reveled in the conversation and explained the process of preparing it every step along the way.
It was half past six when Cassidy and David sat down for their lunch/dinner. They faced each other from the far ends of a five-foot long table in the dining area to the left of the bay windows. Outside, the sun was low in the sky and the streets of the city were shrouded in shadows from the buildings that bordered them. Cassidy was uncomfortable with the intimacy of the evening, especially with David. He brought her discomfort to a whole new level because of her intense attraction to him.
There was little conversation between them during their meal. On one occasion, David asked if she found the meal to her liking, at which she returned that it was delicious. They spoke briefly about Cassidy’s job and her plans for the future. She reciprocated by inquiring into David’s long-term goals. An hour after beginning their meal, they were out of food and conversation.
“I should go,” Cassidy hesitantly declared after a moment of silence.
“Okay,” David politely agreed.
David rose from his chair and stepped away from the table. His manner was calm with no evidence that he opposed her decision to leave. But his outward appearance did nothing to relieve Cassidy of her anxiety over their parting. Her dread was not due to her reluctance to go. It was her concern that he might ask her to stay, and she had no idea what she would say if he did.
“Uh, thank you for the dinner slash lunch,” Cassidy said as she got up from her chair.
“My pleasure,” David replied.
Cassidy hesitated for a moment with an indecisive stare. Her breathing went shallow and her heart thumped in her chest as she weighed and measured every nuance of David’s manner. Scenarios and machinations raced through her mind. What did it mean? What was he suggesting? After an awkward moment of silence, she turned and started for the door. David followed a step behind, off her left.
“Let me get that for you,” David said as he stepped forward and gathered up her coats.
David held her blazer so that she could slip into it. When she turned around, they were inches apart and Cassidy froze. Her eyes locked in on his, and she caught her breath.
“So, Detective Tremaine, did I pass the audition?” David asked with a faint smile.
Standing so close to David left Cassidy feeling completely befuddled. She failed to understand his question let alone produce an answer. The best she could do was repeat it with a look of confusion.
“Audition?”
“Do I get a second date?” David asked with a more pronounced smile.
“Oh,” Cassidy suddenly gushed with awareness. “I—I, you don’t want to date me, Mr. Burrell. We…”
“David,” he interjected before Cassidy could finish.
Cassidy was startled and confused by David’s sudden correction. Shortly her mind recovered and went into a frantic search for an excuse to say no. But she had trouble finding a reason that could bring her to say the word. Suddenly, the thought of rejecting David’s attentions was more terrifying to her than the act of giving in to them. Her confusion held her in a state of indecision. She stared into David’s eyes while he stood a foot away. At that moment, she felt weak. Her mind and body felt as if they were powerless to stop him from taking her then and there. Her breathing came out in soft pants. Shortly, her mind began to reason out an excuse, a lie, a deception to convince him to set her free. She thought that he might retract his request if he believed she was gay. She took a deep breath to fortify herself to deliver her subterfuge, and then she froze. Her conviction to say it failed her; she could not speak the words.
“Stay.” David whispered into the silence between them.
That one word ignited a flare of terror inside Cassidy. She took a step back with shock on her face.
“I—I have to go.” She stammered.
As she spoke, Cassidy turned around toward the door with her trench coat in hand and reached for the knob.
“No, you don’t,” David countered as he reached past her and secured the door shut with his hand.
Cassidy leaned against the door, breathless and terrified. She paused there momentarily then dropped her trench coat, spun around, threw her arms about David’s neck and kissed him passionately. He, in turn, reached his arms around Cassidy’s waist and pulled her off the floor and into a bear hug and pinned her against the door. In full embrace, David turned around and walked them both back into the living room. Their kisses grew frenetic. There were no more words between them. At that moment, physical gratification commanded both of their mental faculties.
David set Cassidy down on her feet, grasped the collar of her blazer and began to peel it off her. Cassidy quickly dropped her arms to assist his effort while desperately trying to keep her lips on his. She wiggled out of her blazer then threw her arms back around David’s neck. They stood in the middle of the living room for some time kissing and clutching each other with increasing vigor. David unbuckled Cassidy’s belt, then her pants. He pulled her blouse out of her trousers and reached beneath it to caress her bare skin. He reached up and cupped Cassidy’s head between his hands and rained more kisses down on her face. Cassidy brought her hands to his chest and began to rip his shirt open one button at a time. Then she unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. David scooped her up into his arms and carried her off to the master bedroom while she feverishly attended to his face and neck with her lips.
In the master bedroom, David tossed Cassidy onto the bed then peeled off his shirt. Kneeling atop the bed, Cassidy pulled her blouse off and threw it on the floor. She then unclipped her holster and threw it down with her blouse on the floor. Balancing himself first on one foot and then the other, David hastily flung his shoes and socks off in different directions. Cassidy followed his lead. She laid back on the bed and started untying the left ankle high boot she was wearing. David joined her several seconds later and pulled her left boot off her foot. He then grabbed the right boot and began untying it. Cassidy pulled off her left sock and then reached over to assist David with her right boot. A few seconds later her right boot was off, quickly followed by the right sock. David then relieved himself of his pants and underwear in one motion. Cassidy was momentarily frozen with surprise as she watched him. Then she began to wiggle out of her own pants. David grabbed the bottom of her trousers and pulled them off her in one tug. As he threw her pants onto the floor, Cassidy scurried up into a kneeling position at the head of the bed and froze with her eyes fixed on David. Then she unfastened her bra, slipped it off and tossed it to the floor. She stopped again with her eyes locked on David as he began to crawl on the bed toward her. She watched him as he grabbed her by the legs and pulled them out from under her. Cassidy fell back onto the bed; her eyes fixed on David; her breath coming out in deep pants. Pausing to stare intensely into each other’s eyes, David reached down and slid Cassidy’s panties off her hips and along the length of her legs. When she was free of them, he threw them to the floor. He hesitated a moment to fill his eyes with her, and then he leaned down over her until he straddled her with his arms above and she straddled him with her legs below. Cassidy moaned at the feel of his erection. She moaned louder when he entered her. Over the next hour, they made love twice, and through it all, they did not exchange a single word.
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