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Taking Chances, by E. L. Van Hine and L.H. Nicoll
MaineWriter:
More from Chapter 29:
“No sir. I... I knew a man from Jackson named Bruce Eagleton. We were in college together. When the sheriff called me and told me that it was you in the accident... I am part of the investigation team from the Sheriff’s office on the Steele prosecution... I thought you were the same man.”
“I don’t think so, you can’t be forty years old. I’m a hell of a lot oldern that. But I had a son, Bruce Jr.”
Ellery felt like an absolute idiot. Of course. He had known, somewhere in the mists of time, that Beagle’s father had been in law, which was part of his own interest in criminal justice. He had been pressuring Beagle to follow in his footsteps. “That must be it then.”
“You went to school with him – up in Jackson?”
“No, down here at the U. I take it he transferred up there.”
“For a while. Fancy meetin a friend a my boy’s down here. So did you save my life or what? Do I have ta send ya a Christmas turkey?”
“I don’t think I saved yer life, I just dispatched the ambulance and got someone ta put out flares.”
“Well we could stretch a point. If I am laid up here moren a few days chances are he’ll be down ta see me. I’ll give em your number.”
“Yeah. That would be good,” Ellery said, feeling a fluttering in his stomach. He wrote it out on the back of his office card. “That is also good if you intend to stay on as Steele’s defense counsel. I am the investigatin officer for the Sheriff’s department. They said not ta stay so I will let you rest.”
Eagleton shot out a hand. “Nice ta meet ya, Ellery. I’ll tell Junior ya stopped by.” Ellery took his hand, his throat slowly going dry. He limped slightly as he left the hospital room, and Ennis straightened up from leaning on the wall, bracing his shoulders once more as he hobbled out.
“Well?” Ennis said, once they were outside.
“Not him. It’s his father.”
“Oh. He gonna get in touch?”
Ellery pretended nonchalance. “Maybe. We’ll see.”
L
MaineWriter:
Chapter 30, the famous "formers on the ground" line...
“Ya know...” Ennis said as they rounded the curve on the county road that dumped off onto Ellery’s street... “yer formers are gettin a little thick on the ground, Ellery.”
Ellery sighed. “I was wonderin when the other shoe was gonna drop on that.”
“Just sayin.”
“Ennis, it might seem that way but it really ain’t. Considerin I am almost forty. On the other hand, you’d meet more of Wayne’s formers on a light night at the Red Stallion.”
“Yeah but that’s Wayne. Shit, Ellery I forgot ta tell ya, Lauren told me last night they are gonna let Wayne outta the hospital sometime this week.”
“Oh... that’s really good. So as I was sayin...it ain’t all that many, an besides, one of em is in jail with his bail revoked, so he won’t be around for five to ten even if he pleads, more like 15 an gettin out in eight on parole with good behavior, the other one lives in Montana an he was little more’n a one night stand... actually, didn’t count him in the seven I told you about...”
“Jesus Ellery....”
“An Beagle... he ... he was the other serious guy besides Bill. It ain’t like my formers are really thick on the ground the way you say...” Ellery was exhausted, cranky, and his encounter with Beagle’s father had affected him far more than he was willing to let on.
L
MaineWriter:
More from Chapter 30...
Ennis hurried around the car, swearing, face red, near purple, and reached down, pulling Ellery up by his arms and into a close, hard embrace. “Yes... you are. An stop actin like a fuckin baby, Ellery, or I can hold ya still enough ta give ya a real smart spankin if you want one.”
Ellery leveled his eyes at Ennis’s, his face nearly as red with frustration and anger, and suddenly laughed. “Yer gonna spank me.... well you just go ahead boy.”
“I will,” Ennis argued. He walked Ellery away from the car and locked the door, then up the walk and into the house, slow, steady and deliberate.
“You can let me go, Ennis, I can get to the bedroom...” Ellery muttered, trying to pull away from Ennis’s tight hold as they got inside the house.
“Nuh uh. You are goin in there, I’m pullin down yer pants an givin ya what ya got comin,” Ennis said tightly, his voice low and firm, and Ellery felt a thrill descend his spine. Legs like jelly, aching and empty from their marathon afternoon, drugged silly, and he was aroused once more, his groin tight from the growl of threat he heard in Ennis’s voice. I must be crazy in lust with the boy, he thought dizzily.
“Fuck you, boy, lemme go,” he replied, but the anger had gone out of his voice, leaving a weak, stuttering bravado that seemed more like teasing than resistance.
L
MaineWriter:
And the end of Chapter 30:
“I got ta fuck ya now, I’ll be real careful...” he said, and thrust in, slowly, gulping, into that hot tightness. And he knew that once would not be enough... today would not be enough. There would never be enough of this pleasure for more than a little while before he would need it again.
It seemed it took forever for the slow thrusts to build, and every ounce of will in Ennis’s body, drilled into him by the effort it took him to hold Ellery up as he walked to and from the car, down the corridor of that hospital, getting him in and out of bed and clothed. With every slow penetration, every long, sibilant moan that came out of his lover, he disciplined himself to gentleness, an alien trait that he had to develop, somehow, and somehow... he did it, the slow, deepening thrusts at last yielding a low, passionate groan of pleasure and the rapid spasm in Ellery’s hole that quickly brought him off, and he arched his back for that delicious thrust, the burst of release that was too long coming... and then pulled out and away, taking the pressure off his spine, falling back onto the bed, breathing as if blowing steam from a long chugging haul up a mountainside.
“Jesus Ennis... “ Ellery sighed, still shuddering slightly.
“Yeah, didn’t think I could do it like that.”
“Well ya done it like that.”
“Got ta spank ya more often I suppose.”
“Is that a fact...”
“Yup, think I will.”
L
mariez:
Thank you, Leslie - Greetings, All!
Jumping back to Chapter 27, because as Ennis does, I like to see Ellery acting all official-like -
He heard a car’s horn before he saw the dust kick up ahead of him, and stomped the brake, holding his breath. Well-maintained, the El Camino screeched and halted, what seemed like a hair’s breadth from the collision blocking the road ahead of him. The impact had occurred seconds before he made the turn, a recent model black pickup spun all the way around in the middle of the road to avoid an oncoming 59 Cadillac lumbering out of nowhere. He recovered his breathing, flipped on his siren, and groped his emergency light out of the holder, slapping it on the roof , then threw the El Camino in reverse so he could cover the turn he had just flown through. Another pickup was coming down the road and squealed its own brakes on, and he blocked the road sideways with the El Camino, then palmed on the radio.
“Dispatch, collision at Vine and Cheyenne Way. Cantrell on the scene, possible injury, send traffic control. I’ve blocked the east side.”
He hopped out of the El Camino then and hurried, limping, toward the worst looking of the two vehicles, the pickup, the driver hunched over the wheel and not moving, reached up and felt for a pulse. Out, but not down. The driver looked middle aged, his hat rolled to the floor, a bruise on his forehead where he impacted the wheel. He loosened his shirt and patted his cheek. “Sir… sir… I’m from the sheriff’s department, wake up, you’ve been in an accident.”
Across the intersection he saw someone opening the door of the Cadillac. “Clear the road!” he yelled. “Someone could come along an hit ya… get away from the car an clear the road!”
A younger looking man, hat tight in his hand, nodded once and hurried off to the shoulder. He looked east, still leaning in over the unconscious driver of the pickup, and saw two cars slowing and stopping.
“Hey!” he shouted, waving. “You there, come here!” And a tall, gangling teenager got out of his truck and hustled over. “You got emergency flares?” He nodded. “Then light em down that way about 50 yards, an at the first flare stand on the shoulder an flag the first car down an have em put on his emergency blinkers. Someone else is gonna crash into this scene if we don’t.”
The boy nodded, gulping, and raced back to his truck, and made good time past him, pausing to light a flare and waving it as he ran, managing to flag down an approaching semi-trailer as he did. The trailer slowed, the driver got out and lighted a flare of his own.
“Sir…” Ellery checked the driver’s pulse again. Thready. Maybe concussive. Come on dispatch, where the fuck is the ambulance…. It seemed whenever an emergency happened, that time dragged, but by the time he had resolved to radio dispatch again he heard a siren. A police cruiser, followed by an ambulance.
“Over here!” he shouted. “Unconscious, can’t rouse em.”
The EMT hurried out of the ambulance with his bag and came over to the driver’s side of the truck. “You got em?” Ellery asked, and the man nodded, signalling for the second EMT, who was unloading a gurney, and the man nodded.
“Good thing ya didn’t move em.”
“Yeah.” Ellery flashed his badge at the EMT, who blushed and nodded. “Sorry sir, shoulda known.”
Ellery limped rapidly over to the cruiser… “Need traffic control on the west side, got a semi with flares there now.”
“Hey Chief, how did you get in the middle a this?” It was Murdoch.
“Hey Murdoch, did you hear what I just said?”
“Yeah, go easy, I’m on overtime okay?”
“Just get yer ass on the other side a this accident before someone rearends someone, this is a bad curve.”
Murdoch touched his hat. “Yes sir.”
“I’ll call for a couple a more vehicles.”
“Thanks, chief.”
--- Quote from: MaineWriter on January 17, 2007, 12:45:40 pm ---Chapter 29, Ennis makes a joke...
“That’s cause you are. But at least yer the most satisfied fuckin cripple in this hospital right now,” Ennis joked weakly.
To his surprise, Ellery laughed out loud, then put his hand over his mouth, realizing where he was. “Yer probably right about that.”
L
--- End quote ---
Some day I should compile a list of all Ennis's jokes - I bet there are more than I thought - and they're always good ones!
Thanks - Marie
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