To Serve and Protect

By: BJ Williams
(© 2013 by the author)
Edited by: Gerry Young

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Prologue 2

When Thom returned, he found Travis' clothes on the blanket, neatly folded and Travis in the water. Thom stripped out of his clothes and walked to the shore, where he stood watching Travis swim, and occasionally catching a glimpse of his lily white ass.

"Well, are you just going to stand there ogling over me or are you coming in?" Travis asked, looking at the shore and seeing a naked Thom watching him. "Is he hard from looking at me?" he whispered to himself, noticing that Thom's cock was protruding out and upward.

Thom didn't say a thing, but ran and dived into the water, coming up beside Travis. Thom stopped before Travis, brushing his dark brown hair back from his face. Travis had often commented about his hair and how Thom let it stay on the long side. Thom, like Travis, didn't look his age. At thirty-nine, both men still looked to be in their mid-twenties. Thom was just an inch shorter than Travis, but every inch as muscular. They both worked out daily in the gym at the precinct. Thom's face was aristocratic, straight narrow nose with high prominent cheekbones, and square rugged jaw. His eyes were a dark shade of brown that appeared nearly black whenever his mood became angered. But it was his mouth, wide, and lips so full and sensuous that most women envied him. Although his body was muscular, what Thom prided himself on was that he had just a hint of a washboard at his abdomen.

Thom's arms were muscular, glistening with water in the moonlight, and Travis set his hands upon them. Thom's eyes left Travis', as he watched the gentle movement of his fingers as they moved up his arms and caressed the flesh of his shoulders.

Was it the coolness of the water that Thom shivered from? Or did he shiver from Travis' touch? Thom's eyes met his again.

 "Is it inevitable that we are here like this," Thom asked him quietly, almost secretive.

Travis did not answer him, but neither did his eyes waver from Thom's.

"I always suspected you were — you know — gay … but the truth is, I didn't care. What does alarm me is the fact that I'm a bit afraid of what this will do to us. Aren't you?" he nervously asked.

Such a dubious glitter had touched Travis' eyes that Thom laughed softly. "No, because I swear on my life that I have been in love with you ever since the academy, Travis," Thom confessed.

Both men stood so close together that each felt the other's erection as they brushed against each other.

"I wish that you had come to me, Travis, instead of Jeremy, seeing how you suspected me of being gay," Thom told him.

"I would have never done that, I valued your friendship to much."

"But, isn't it funny, even inevitable, that you and I are standing here as if what is about to transpire between us, is quite normal?"

"Funny, never, but inevitable, yes, and I have learned that it is futile to fight the inevitable," Travis confessed, placing his hands around Thom's waist and pulling him to him.

A flush rose throughout Travis when their bodies crashed together. Thom looked down at Travis' chest and noticed his nipples. His brown peaks were tall and hard from the cool water; Travis was like the dawn, fresh and innocent, yet not innocent.

"I am suddenly cold … very cold," Travis said in a nervous, throaty whisper.

"I will make you warm," Thom assured him.

"Thom, this is all very new to me. You seem to know just what to do. With Jeremy, he and I simply met; he took my cock out and blew me. There was no love, no emotional tie between us; just sex. But you and I, we've been together as friends for so long, that even our souls have bonded."

Thom's mouth was hot with promise as he took Travis' mouth in a deep, thirsting kiss. Travis did not pull away, but leaned into the kiss, returning it with his tongue. Instantly, a fire, liquid and white hot, coursed through both men. Travis' lips seemed to meld with his, then widen, taking the whole of Thom's mouth, moist and velvety soft.

Thom felt the same sensations as Travis: a weakness and a blissful sweetness invading his bones; his blood, coursing through his body; most of all, he could feel it in the pulsing in the veins of his cock, and he could hear it in the tympanic beat of his eardrums. Thom's nipples were also hard against Travis' chest. The course hair teased Travis' nipples; Thom's chest was hard and tight and hair covered, and Travis pressed his palms against it. It was not to push Thom away, no, but to feel him with his fingertips.

Travis stepped away, and Thom was afraid that Travis would waver and fall. He did not, as Thom reached out a hand to pull him back. Travis gazed over his shoulder to assure himself that they were still alone. He gave Thom a seductive smile and with Thom's hand in his, lead him from the water.

Thom noticed that something had changed when the man in Travis took over, assured and bold, and that Thom was the one who was shivering. But everywhere that Travis touched him, he instantly grew hot. Fire and water, heat and cold, and that feeling — a promise that if Thom reached out, something infinitely fine and sweet would tumble into his hands.

'How long had they been inwardly fighting this? … Ever since that day at the academy,' Travis mentally asked and answered. 'When Travis, fresh from the shower had entered their room and found Thom, naked and asleep on his bed?'  Travis remembered how the sight of Thom's young, muscular body, with his sex fully erected, had aroused him. He had fought back, suppressed those feelings because he was married and had a child on the way.

Suddenly, someone moaned; it was Thom. He had stepped toward Travis, burying his face against his shoulder, slipping his arms around Travis' neck. He stumbled over an exposed tree root, and Travis didn't mind at all when his own arms slipped around Thom, catching and helping him to the blanket.

Thom closed his eyes and rested pliantly against him. He didn't know how to reach out and seize that elusive promise, but he felt drugged by the beauty of the night, and the magic of Travis' touch. A dazzling mist of magic seemed to encompass him; if he allowed the mists to swirl, the sweetness that rendered his limbs so very weak could grow and…

Thom opened his eyes; far above him, the leaves of the oak tree spattered across the night sky. A breeze wafted through the leaves, creating dappled patterns of light and shadow upon their flesh. He closed his eyes again, not wanting that night, that paradise to ever end. Thom felt Travis stretch out beside him, and still he did not open his eyes. He knew that Travis was propped upon an elbow on his side; his naked flesh brushed against the other's.

No words were needed as Travis' fingertips, light and feathery, touched Thom's cheek, caressing it and outlining his jaw. The soft touch followed along his throat, and long before he did so, Thom was craving for Travis to touch his nipples. Still, it was that feathery touch, circling, as elusive as the breeze. Thom tried so hard to remain still.

Lazily, leisurely, that gossamer touch moved along him. Thom felt him at each rib, drawing idle patterns along his waist, making him burn deep within as the strokes crossed low over his abdomen.

He heard Travis' whisper, and felt the caressing of his breath on his neck as he asked. "Am I doing it right?" Throaty and husky, his voice was.

"Oh, yes," Thom barely whispered, watching Travis' mouth form a kiss.

Until that moment, Travis had been almost afraid to touch him. Stretched beneath the tree, one long, muscular leg angled slightly at the knee, Thom's nakedness entirely free of marks, Thom had appeared so pure and innocent that Travis felt it almost irreverent to touch him. Surrounded by his thick brown hair, Thom's face was cast into night's shadow and then clarity by the moon's glow above them, that he seemed untouchable; a virgin satyr of the forest, some mystic creature of a distant Camelot. 

"I have often dreamt of this over the years, ever since I first saw you naked in our dorm room at the academy," Travis confessed.

"Then why did you not wake me, take me?" Thom whispered.

"I was afraid of what having you would do to me … to Claire and me. I had a child on the way and was in love with Claire. But strange as it may sound, I was already in love with you, Thom," he further confessed.

Thom reached up and caressed Travis' face. "I have always been in love with you, Travis, and yet, I was afraid to tell you. You were right earlier; I did enjoy seeing you naked. But it was a bittersweet feeling because I knew that I could never have you."

On that singular day, they both determined to have more; to have all that each would give. Travis had to have more; the obsession that had stirred within him years before, had remained with him. It grew like the winds of a storm, and neither would know any peace until they had grasped each other's elusive quality and held it in their hearts.

Travis looked down at Thom; the scarce-heard whisper of a single word had changed them both. Thom's handsomeness, his body and yet, there was that air of innocent perfection. Thom's mouth remained slightly parted; he moistened it with the tip of his tongue, and the soft, rising muscles of his chest heaved slightly with the quickened intake of his breath. Travis bent over Thom, nuzzling against his chest, teasing the flesh with his tongue. He traced a wet path to a nipple that crested with a challenge to the night. He felt Thom shudder, and he knew that he shuddered himself as he savored the sweet succulence of Thom's flesh, swathing it with his tongue, and then nipping gently with his teeth, before drawing its hardness into his mouth.

The sound of a twig snapping, caused both men to pause, look around and when they saw a squirrel scampering above them, they laughed and resumed.

"Where were we?" Travis asked, looking down at Thom. "Ah, yes, I remember," he whispered as he took the other nipple into his mouth.

Soft sounds were coming from Thom's parted lips — whimpers — or maybe it was just the breeze, rustling and seeming to whirl like a tempest about him, from within his own true self. His hands, his fingers tangled in Travis' dark blond hair as Travis' fingers caressed and teased, over his abdomen, holding Thom to him. Travis rolled onto his back, bringing Thom with him, groaning softly as he felt Thom's warmth all about him.

Thom's eyes were upon Travis now; he gazed at Travis, startled by the movement. Travis slipped a hand around Thom's neck and drew his face to his, kissing his forehead, the tip of his nose, and then his lips. Again his kiss was long and passionate. Travis' left hand cupped Thom's head, his right moved along Thom's back, caressing him with the teasing lengths of his fingers — enchanting him. 

Travis explored the length of Thom's spine, grazed the curve of his waist, and enjoyed the hard, swelling rise of his ass. Then he rolled again, pinning Thom beneath him. His touch was no longer feather-light, nor slow. It was possessive. Travis needed to feel Thom, to sooth the fever in his palms with the masculinity of his flesh. Travis' hands were rugged and calloused; yet where they touched upon him roughly, he soothed him with the gentle healing of his kiss, and with the soft stroke of his tongue. Travis wanted to more than arouse Thom, he was fascinated by his manly scent; he was like the moonlight; like the verdant beauty of the forest around them. Thom tasted sensuously sweet.

Thom no longer lay still; he writhed and arched to the play of Travis' hands and lips. Travis gloried in Thom's movements, and felt the strength of his own desire thunder within him. Travis moved lower against Thom, driven by some demon of the wind to know that Thom would welcome him.

Thom started gasping as he shuddered. But he didn't fight Travis, and Travis savored the triumph as he savored Thom's sex. Slowly, and yet with an air of determination, he wrapped his lips around the head, savoring the feel and taste, and then admitting that he liked the taste, he slowly allowed his mouth to engulf it. He savored it, knowing that all of Thom's will to resist, had been taken, and given in place, a closeness that was theirs alone.

"Stop! You have me on the brink of exploding, and I don't want to … yet," Thom warned.

Travis rose above him, laughing as Thom's eyes met his, and then fell as a rose-flush touched Thom's cheeks. He caught Thom with his kiss again, and Thom tasted the fervor of his passion. Thom did not remember having wanting Travis so much, yet he was between his thighs, and he had wrapped his limbs around Travis. The sweetness had invaded Thom completely; it burned, it raged and it threatened to consume him totally. It was so terribly wonderful that at one and the same time, it was a strange agony; yet Thom did not want it to end. His fingers dug into Travis' arms, and Thom was awed by the hardness and power of them.

Thom returned the kiss with a fervor that also awed him; he wanted to taste Travis, to feel him against him. Even then, Travis teased him, moving against him, hard and potent, their cocks rubbing, yet Travis entered him not, nor soothed that inner burning sweetness that lay dormant for so long in unknown cravings…

Thom ran his fingers along Travis' back and faltered a moment at a scar. He traced it with his fingers tenderly, remembering that he'd been shot there years ago. He touched his flesh once more, traveling lower until he came to Travis' protruding globes. They, too, were rock hard, firm and muscled. Thom rose and pressed against Travis, and at last Travis moved. The essence of pleasure itself could be heard in Thom's shudder; he gasped as Travis slowly entered him.

Thom had welcomed him, wanted him, and craved him with a liquid fire that consumed him. Travis wanted to go slowly, to assure himself that Thom would know the exquisite joy that they could reach together. But his own need, held in careful abatement for so long, rose to engulf him. Desire drove him into a hell-bent, rhythm, with shuddering strokes that invaded and yet, sought. It didn't matter, for Thom was ready to meet him. Travis knew with an ambrosial satisfaction that Thom's hips writhed and undulated beneath his. Thom's soft cries were the loveliest melody; his hands, so uninhibited upon Travis, were the closest thing to heaven that Travis had ever known.

And then he felt Thom tense beneath him; shudder after shudder gripped Thom. His cry was almost startled, yet it was a gasp that tapered to a soft moan, as his climax erupted between their bodies. Travis allowed all that was within to explode like burning oil, and then the guttural groan of sated satisfaction that Travis heard was his own.

"I love you, Thomas Jonathon Sullivan," Travis whispered. "Right or wrong, I'll never regret this night."

"I love you more, oh, so much more, Travis Aaron Butler. It is right, what we have shared tonight. Like you, I, too, will never regret nor forget this," he said, and as if something foreboding struck him, he clung to Travis, afraid to let him or the moment go.

Travis pulled his shrinking sex from Thom. Thom curled quickly to himself with his back against Travis. He lay staring up at the scenery before him, happy that he was with Travis, for he could not let him see the tears that had formed in his eyes.

Thom shivered slightly; the breeze had suddenly become cool on his sweat-covered body. He could feel things again, things other than the flesh and substance of the man beside him. He needed the breeze to cool him, yet he did not want it to sweep away the lingering sensations of the moment.

Sweet, sweet promises had been fulfilled. The wonder was awesome; it was the most delicious thing Thom had ever known. It had left him exhausted and feeling so contrarily wonderful, powerful, and complete in a way he had never even imagined. Thom felt drunk with it, drunk with the pleasure and satiation. Travis had been the wine, the nectar, and was magnificent to touch, to breathe, and to imbibe.

Thom had forgotten all — the time and the fact that they were still on duty, but not that this man that had made love to him was Travis Butler, the object of his undying love for what felt like forever. Travis snuggled against Thom, kissed his neck, turned him to face him, and gently wiped away the tears that had fallen.

"Did I hurt you, is that why you are crying?" Travis whispered after kissing Thom's eyes.

"No, never, I am just lost in the moment and the truth of it. You have no idea how badly I wanted this night. I have wanted it for …  forever."

"As did I, Thom; as did I. And yet, I find myself wanting more of you. I told you earlier that I was afraid of what this would do to me, to us, but the truth is, it has bonded us so deeply that I don't think that I can hide from the world, or Claire, what I feel for you."

"No, sweetheart, do not ever let what we shared, bring a division between you and Claire. I love you more deeply also, but … but I would never have allowed this if I had imagined for a moment, that it would harm your marriage."

"Then what are we to do about it, about us, because my marriage is over and I want to spend every waking and sleeping moment with only you?"

"We'll have our nights together and hopefully, we can steal away some moments before you go home."

"That's the problem, Thom, I don't want to steal away moments, I want you, dammit, and I want you forever."

Thom never imagined that this would create such a problem, the love that they had shared. But he, too, wanted more than a few stolen moments.

Suddenly, Thom felt cheep and tawdry.

"We'll find a way to get past this, it's all new to you, gay love, and you need to take time to put into perspective, your feelings as well as your marriage."

"I'll sleep on it, but when I awaken and I still crave and need only you, then I am asking Claire for a divorce," he adamantly told Thom.

"Before you do anything rash, call me," Thom implored and Travis nodded his agreement. "Now, my dear partner, we need to clean up and get back to work."

They stood, ran off into the water to wash, then dressed and together, they shook and folded the blanket. As they prepared to leave the area, neither of them was aware of the eyes that watched them. The man hurried away; he needed to get back to his car and leave before they exited the woods.

"I was never man enough for you, Butler, and you'll soon find out that you are no longer worthy of me," he grumbled as he drove away.

"Wait, I think I hear a car," Thom cautioned, his hand holding Travis back.

"Maybe a couple of lovers looking for a quiet place to share their love," Travis reasoned.

"Maybe so, but this is Jim's area to patrol and I would hate for him to see us coming out of the woods, carrying a blanket."

"Fuck, I forgot about that prick; he fucking annoys the shit out of me," Travis confessed. "Did you see how he hounded Carl, taunting him about what the Bible says about adultery? How much more would he hound and persecute us, if he suspected us of having a gay affair."

Thom turned suddenly, crushed by the words. "A gay affair, Travis? Is that what we just shared? A gay affair?"

"No, honey, it's everything but an affair, it's beautiful. What I am talking about is what Jim would call it and how he wouldn't have a problem telling others. Are you even out to anyone?" Thom shook his head. "Then let's keep us deep in the closet, for now. When we know what's going to be with us, then we can come out, alright?"

Thom was speechless as he nodded his head.

It was true, Thom thought, no one knew about his sexuality and yet, Travis was willing to come out with him, should it move to that point with their relationship.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" Travis grinned his signature grin and nodded his head.

"Yes, but tell me again," he commented, pulling Travis to him.

"I've loved you since the day we met, and I never believed in falling in love at first sight, not until you came into my life."

"I love…" but Travis' kiss interrupted him, searing deep into his soul.

Sure that it was safe to leave the woods, they hurried back to their car and after placing the wet towels and blanket in the trunk. They grabbed one last kiss and then, Travis drove them away.

*       *       *

That following night…

"Hey bud, you're early coming in," Travis said, looking at this watch and noticing that it wasn't even six-thirty.

"I had to run some errands, so instead of going back home, I just came into work," Thom told him and then leaned closer to him. "So tell me, did you sleep on 'it'? You know — us?" Thom asked and Travis grinned as he looked around the locker room before turning back to Thom.

"Yes, and I am going to ask Claire for a divorce," he said, holding up his hands to Thom. "Now wait, before you go all anal on me; listen. She and I had this horrendous fight today. I asked her if she was ever going to make love again with me again, and she told me no. She was adamant about it and after a lot of heated words; I stormed out of the house."

"Oh, God, Travis, I am so sorry, but do you really think a divorce is the answer?"

"What? You're getting a divorce?" Jim asked, having come up behind them, as quiet as a mouse.

"Listen, asshole; what Thom and I are talking about is none of your fucking business," Travis reprimanded, and then looked around the locker room before he continued. "Hey, guys, can I have your attention, please?" he yelled out and those in the room turned toward him. "You all might as well know before this prick here gossips about it; I'm going to ask my wife for a divorce. So now you all know, straight from me," he continued, giving Jim a hard look.

He turned back to Jim who stood there as if time had frozen for him.

"Now you, you can get the fuck away from me and Thom before I go postal on your sorry ass," Travis demanded, standing tall and threatening as he stood before Jim.

"Fuck off, Butler," Jim cursed and stormed away without another word being spoken.

Under his breath, though, someone else had plenty to say from the shadows where he stood, watching. "So you think you are going to leave your wife for Sullivan when I was never good enough for you?" he whispered as he looked at Travis and Thom, who had resumed talking. "You're as dead as Jeremy," he added and turned away, leaving the room and going about his own business.

"Wasn't that a little drastic, Travis?" Thom asked as he closed his locker and turned back to face Travis.

"Maybe, but that guy bugs the fuck out of me," he said, slamming his own locker shut. "Let's go; we can talk more about this in the car," he added, leaving the locker room with Thom following.

Thom was quiet, unusually so, for him, and Travis was quick to pick up on it as they left the locker room.

"So, other than Jim, what's bothering you," Travis asked. "Is it my news about the divorce?"

"As much as I don't agree with that, no," Thom told him. "I had a dream last night and in it you were killed," Thom said, stopping Travis in his tracks.

"Killed?!? As in how? In a shoot-out or what?" Travis asked.

"No, Travis; 'killed', as in murdered deliberately," Thom explained, fighting back a sick feeling in his throat. "Somehow we became separated, and you ended up dead," he further explained.

"Murdered? I'd like to see someone try to murder me; why, I'd tear them limb from limb," he said, flexing his arm's muscle as if that alone would protect him.

"All I know is that it was so fucking real that I sat straight up in bed. Travis, you know how my dreams are," Thom said matter-of-factly.

Thom had often been told that he had some kind of clairvoyant powers, because when he dreamed something, nine times out of ten, they came true.

"Well, rest assured that I'll be on my game and watching my back, sweetie," he whispered and Thom nodded.

Together, they left the room and went to roll call.

*       *       *

The captain entered the room and immediately called for order. He quickly called out names and then realized that there were too many out.

"I see we have several men out tonight and that makes me short on detectives as well as patrolmen," he began. "So, I'm assigning the detectives to separate areas for patrolling," he said and raised his hand to quiet the grumbling, ignoring the men's protests. "I've already re-assigned the patrolmen; you'll find your new assignment with the desk sergeant. Now, Butler, you can cover your usual turf, and Sullivan, I've got you up in the Sixteen Acres area over to Boston Road. That includes the area over to the Parker Street split," he said. "I have Branson covering Pine Point from Boston Road, at Five Mile Pond over to Wilbraham Road," he added. "That'll give each area a detective," he said and then dismissed them. "If the need arises, you will be pulled to assist where needed."

Suddenly, his dream came flashing back to Thom, along with the horrible dread he had felt.

"Go home sick, Travis," Thom adamantly asked of him.

"Are you crazy, I'm already here and look fine," he responded while the captain continued on. "What is this all about, that dream?" he asked, and Thom nodded. "We'll take our lunch at the same time and meet up at Five Mile Pond," he whispered to Thom.

He knew that Travis rarely took his dreams seriously, so he looked at him as if it were the last time that he would see him … alive.

"Just be careful, Travis," Thom warned as a shiver of cold ran down his spine. "And promise me that you'll check in with me; okay?" he asked and Travis nodded.

He didn't like the arrangement anymore than Thom did, but the captain had spoken and his word was law when it came to the roster and who did what. It was just a dream, Travis thought, as he watched Thom later walk to his car and drive away.

*       *       *

Three hours later…

"Echo seven; we have a report of a body in the abandoned warehouse district on Columbus Avenue," Blue radioed, alerting Travis to the call.

"Ten-four, Blue," Travis responded and hit his flashing lights and siren.

"I'm sending back-up," she further told him.

"Wait, what with the shortage of man power, let me check it out first," he told her.

"Ten-four, I'll wait for your call," she told him.

When he got to the warehouse area, he moved slowly around the abandoned and deteriorating buildings, using his window-mounted flood light to search the area. He looked for a body or whoever it was that had called in. No one was there and he was half-way around the back and about to call in when he saw something lying on the ground in a dark and almost secluded alcove of this one building.

"I think I found your body, Blue," he mused, calling in and telling her that instead of a body it was just a mannequin.

"Ten-four," she mused right back. "If it has a good looking outfit on it, bring it to me," she commented back before signing off.

"Who the fuck would leave a mannequin out here in the rubble, and a perfectly good one at that?" he asked to no one but himself.

"I would; now, don't turn around, and very slowly, with your hands up, walk forward," a male voice said from behind Travis, and immediately, Thom's dream came flashing back to his memory.

"I don't know who you are, but we can forget this and go our separate ways, buddy," Travis said with his hands in the air and without turning to see who the man was.

"I don't think so … detective; now, slowly drop your gun and kick it away from you," he further ordered Travis.

Travis knew that without his gun, he was defenseless and as good as dead. As he was contemplating his next move, he felt the cold steel of a gun against the base of his head. I said drop it; now do it."

Slowly, with one hand in the air, he undid his gun and dropped it to the ground.

"Now, kick it away … far away," the man demanded, keeping the gun pressed to Travis' head. "That's a good detective," he said with a hint of laughter in his voice when Travis' foot kicked his weapon away from him. "Now, be as obliging and strip … naked," he ordered and Travis was tempted to turn around.

'Why do I recognize his voice?'  Travis wondered, knowing that he did recognize it but couldn't put a face to it.

"Don't, I would just as soon shoot if you even think of turning around," the man told him.

Reluctantly, Travis began to disrobe, dropping his service belt first before he removed his blazer, tie, shirt and then jeans. He was standing there in his boxer briefs and shivered from a cold chill that ran down his spine.

"Those, too," he demanded of Travis, and reluctantly, Travis pushed his shorts down his legs.

"Travis, check in," he heard Thom's voice say.

"How touching; your boyfriend is worried about you," he whispered against Travis' ear, and Travis was quick to pick up on 'boyfriend'.

"What do you mean, my 'boyfriend'," Travis asked, hoping for a chance to jump him.

But the chance never came, because as he stood there, he felt a hard hit to his head and then his tie wrapped around his neck and tightened.

Travis struggled against the tie, trying hard to break away. He was strong, but this man was stronger, as if driven on by his hatred. He leaned forward, pulling his assailant with him. But all that did was to cause him to stumble and land face down with the man atop him. He glanced to his left, an old mirror stood propped against a dumpster, and in it he saw the face of the man.

'You! But why?'  he thought as he struggled for breath and struggling against the hold he had on him.

"Yes me, Travis, the one man who was never good enough for you," he whispered into Travis' ear as he twisted the scarf tighter, cutting his air. All that ever mattered to you was, Thomas Sullivan, as if the sun set and rose on him. I was never good looking enough for you. Think, Travis, remember back to that night that I offered myself to you and all you did was laugh at me. You even had the audacity to tell Sullivan that I made a gay pass at you. Well, sweetie, who's laughing now," his words of anger and hatred were next to the last he heard, as Thom's voice came over the radio.

"Travis, are you alright? Please, buddy, answer me," Thom shouted over the radio and Travis could hear the fear in his voice as his life finally drained away.

To be continued...

This ends the prologue. Our story continues with chapter one of Officer Andy.

Posted: 11/15/13