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Chapter 7 - The Del Dilemma

�Almost ready, Lynne?� Jim inquired. He had the night off,
and was taking Lynne out to celebrate their first anniversary.

�Yes, Jim, I�m just going to put on my locket, then we can
go. First, let me have a look at you.� She gave him the once-over, and voiced
her appreciation, �My, you�re certainly a dapper gent, Jim; you always look so
damn good.� He smiled widely at the sincere compliment. Lynne went to her
dresser, and took out the box that held the pewter book-shaped locket that Jim
had given her. She opened the box and stared at it, stunned. The box was empty.

Jim saw her hesitation, and came up beside her. He saw the
empty box in her hands, and suggested, �Maybe you put it somewhere else after
you wore it last.�

�No, Jim. I know I put it here last time. I always put it
away in its box.� She wanted to cry. He noticed this, and hugged her, �It�s
okay, Baby. We�ll find it. It�s got to be here somewhere.�

Swallowing hard, Lynne agreed with him. �You�re right. It
can�t have gone far. I�ll wear another necklace tonight, and look for my locket
later. The taxi will be here any second.�

Jim had already chosen the necklace he wanted Lynne to wear,
and he helped her put it on. �Lynne, you�re gorgeous. Absolutely stunning, in
fact. How did a dumb schmuck like me ever get so lucky?�

�Hey there, no negative self-talk, okay? You�re no dumb
schmuck, Jim; you�re a mensch. So, shall we?� She gestured towards the door.

Grinning, he offered her his arm, �We shall.�

~~~~~

Dinner fabufabulous; the food exquisite, and the company
charming and delightful. They had returned to the restaurant where they had
gone on their first date. That night had changed both their lives, very much
for the better. After dinner, they went to a night club for drinks and dancing;
one that appealed to people over 40.

They danced for hours, both getting quite tired; but not
minding it in the least. They were together, having fun and enjoying their
love. Lynne excused herself and while she was in the ladies� room, Jim had a
quiet word with the DJ. Then, they sat out a couple of songs, and had another
drink. A new song started playing, one very familiar to Lynne. Jim stood, and
again escorted her onto the dance floor; as the DJ announced, �This one�s for
Lynne and Jim. Happy anniversary, folks.� A cheer and a round of applausng
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out as other people congratulated the happy couple. They danced cheek-to cheek,
and listened to Chris de Burgh sing out his love for �The Lady in Red.�

�James Francis Brass, you�re my treasure. I love you so very
much. Happy anniversary, Honey.� She snuggled closer to him, purring in his
ear.

�I�ve been called all kinds of names before, but this is the
first time anyone ever called me a treasure. I think I like it. And, Lynne
Amanda Whitney, oh Baby, I love you, too. You�re the best thing that ever
happened to me. Don�t ever forget that.� He pulled her closer, his hand wanting
to drop down to her plump bottom. Just in time, he stopped himself; he was a
gentleman above all, and would not touch her intimately while they were in a
public place. He had far too much respect for her to do something so crass.

With sexual heat rising between them, and the song coming to
it�s close; Lynne suggested, �Hey, Big Boy, why don�t you take me away from all
this?�

Unable to resist, he whispered in her ear, �Baby, taking you
is all that�s on my mind right now. Like you don�t know.� Then, he quickly paid
their tab, and lead her out. They had the doorman call a taxi, and soon they
were on their way home. With someone else driving, they were free to indulge in
a little back-seat making-out. Nothing too scandalous, but just enough to fan
the flames.

As soon as they got home, they sequestered themselves in
their bedroom and completed their anniversary celebrations in private.

~~~~~

Lynne gasped as Jim stroked her most secret place. His
fingers, large yet ever so gentle, were exploring her intimate anatomy with
gentle tenderness and expert skill. The gasp became a moan as the pleasure
increased. Her eyes were closed, yet she could sense him watching her; she
opened them only to see him gazing intently at her. �Jim!�, she managed to say
aloud. He had two thick fingers inside her nslowslowly thrusting them in and
out.

She ached to touch him, but her hands were bound to the
headboard with silken ropes. She looked down to see his glorious erection, only
to have him coyly cover himself with the sheet. �No, Baby. As I said, this time
it�s only my hands. I will make love to you with only my hands, make you come
with only my hands. And, soon, I can feel that you�re very close now.� His
voice was husky with passion as he whispered in her ear.

He was right, she was close. Her arousal was mounting
quickly, building to an intensity that was nearly painful. She moaned and tried
to once again speak his name. His rhythm changed subtly, the tempo increasing
slightly. �Let it go, my love, come for me. Come for me now.� His thumb
caressed her engorged clit as he again increased the speed of his thrusts. It
was all she needed, and the orgasm exploded over her. She threw back her head,
arched her back, and breathlessly called out his name as he continued to stroke
her. Her fluids gushed over his hand, but still he didn�t stop. Now, though,
his efforts were concentrated directly on her G-spot, the tips of both fingers
rubbing it in small circles. She had never felt anything as pleasurable as the
sensations he was giving her now. As the first orgasm faded away, she could
already feel another one approaching. �Yeah, go ahead, have another. Come
again, Angel-face, come again.� She did, almost before he finished speaking. He
stroked her through it, then he slowly, almost reverently, withdrew his hand.
He immediately reached up and freed her hands. Then, gathering her in his arms,
he pulled her close.

She relaxed into him, as her breathing slowed and her pulse
calmed down. �Oh, Jim, that was indescribably wonderful.�, she purred. �But,
we�re not finished yet.� She reached under the sheet, grasped him firmly and
whispered in his ear, �Now, let�s see what I can do with only my hands.� She
held his shaft, thick and oh-so-hard, and began stroking it. After a minute or
two, she stopped and released him. Seeing confusion and a slight anxiety in his
blue eyes, she explained, �Don�t worry, I�m not that kind of tease, I�ll finish
what I started. I juste soe something in mind that requires two free hands.�

As she spoke, she shifted her position so that both her
hands could touch him. Then, she continued; with one hand sliding up and down
his cock and the other gently massaging his scrotum. He moaned with the
pleasure she was giving him. �Oh, you like that, don�t you? That feels so good,
doesn�t it?� His reply was another moan, this one louder. She fought the
temptation to suck him, an activity they both enjoyed, but tonight was hands
only. He throbbed in her hand, and she could feel his balls pulling up close to
his body. He was so close, right on the edge. Speeding up the stroking, making
sure to stimulate the the head along with the shaft, she moved her other hand
in under his sac. Her fingers reached out, and found the magic spot - that
mysterious part of a man�s body between his balls and his anus. Here, just
under the skin, was the root of his penis. Lynne�s skillful fingers pressed
agaiJim�Jim�s root; and just then, he gasped and began shooting his cum all
over her. Her hands stilled, she simply held him until he was finished.

When he could speak again, he told her, �Oh my God, Baby.
That was so incredible.� What he didn�t yet realize was that, in giving him
such exquisite pleasure, she had climaxed again herself.

~~~~~

The next day, Lynne was searching for her locket. She
emptied every drawer, checked every pocket, and peered into every nook and
cranny. She didn�t find it. Jim had helped her, until once again being called
in early to work. She continued alone, systematically tearing apart their
bedroom in the process. The locket just wasn�t there.

As Lynne cleaned up the bedroom, Del came home from school.
Lynne, feeling terribly upset at the loss of her locket, went to greet her.
�Hi, Sweetie. Did you have a good day?�

Del replied, �Hi, Mom. Um, it was okay, I guess. I got tons
of homework, and exams next week. I�ll be in my room.�

Lynne stopped her, �Haou sou seen my locket? I can�t seem to
find it. I�ve looked everywhere.�

�Your locket? Why would I know anything about your stupid
locket?� Del was yelling defensively.

�I�m just asking if you�ve seen it, that�s all.�

�Well, I haven�t. So, if the inquisition is over, I�m busy.�
She stomped into her room and slammed the door.

Lynne stood in the hallway, shaking her head over Del�s
unreasonable reaction to a reasonable question. Adolescent mood swings could be
such a misery.

~~~~~

�Jim, I just can�t find it. I�ve searched this whole house,
top to bottom, and my locket simply isn�t here. I can�t tell you how bad I feel
to have lost it. It meant the world to me, because it came from you.� Lynne had
spent every spare minute in the last four days searching.

�Well, I�m still here. It�s too bad that the locket is
missing. Have you asked Del about it?�

�Oh, yes, and she bit my head off. Accused me of being an
inquisition.�

Jim�s cop-senses kicked in, �She got defensive?�

�And then some. Her reaction was all out of proportion to
the question.�

�Lynne, don�t hate me for saying this, but was her reaction
maybe due to a guilty conscience?� he asked quietly.

�What are you suggesting, Jim?� she was starting to get
suspicious.

He didn�t want to make waves unnecessarily, so he answered
cautiously, �I�ll have a little chat with her. Maybe, just maybe, she knows
more than she�s telling you.� He knew he had to handle this very carefully.

Lynne stared at Jim, suddenly understanding him, �Oh, my
God. You think she took it?� As much as she didn�t want to believe that Del
would do such a hurtful thing, she also knew that people were capable of
anything. Her life experiences had taught her that much.

�Lynne, I�m not accusing her nythnything. I�m just going to
talk to her. That�s all.� This wasn�t easy for Jim, this situation had the
potential to blow up in his face.

�Okay, Honey. Just please remember, she�s not one of your
suspects. Don�t turn it into an interrogation.�

�Baby, you have my word on that.� He kissed her
reassuringly.

~~~~~

�HSunsSunshine, I�d like to talk to you for a minute.� Jim
was standing at Del�s bedroom door.

�Oh, hey, Jim. I�d invite you in, but you know Mom�s rule -
no human males allowed in here. I guess that includes you.� She smiled at him,
he was fun to tease.

�Well, some folks would argue the point, but I like to think
I�m human; and I know I�m male. So, yeah, I guess it does include me. How �bout
we go in the living room.�

Del hesitated, �Where�s Mom?� then, seeing Jim�s concerned
reaction, she added, �I mean, this is just between us, right? Whatever this
is.�

�It�s okay, your mother had to go to the supermarket for a
few things. And, yes, it�s just between us.� They went into the living room,
and sat down.

�Okay, Jim, I�m trying to figure out what you want to talk
about. I�m not doing drugs; I�m not sleeping around; I am going to school every
day and getting good marks. Oops, I mean grades. I still speak Canadian too
much. So, what else is there for a parent-figure and a teenager to discuss?�

Jim had long since stopped being shocked or even surprised
by Del�s bluntness. �Oh, well, there are many other interesting topics we could
discuss. Mind you, I�m very glad to hear that you�re keeping out of trouble.
But, all kidding aside, what I wanted to talk about is your mother�s locket.
She�s heart-broken that it�s nowhere to be found. And, honestly, I�m pretty
shook up about it, myself.�

Del�s response was immediate and extreme. She jumped to her
feet and yelled, �Mom told you to interrogate me, didn�t she? She�s such a
bitch. What the fuck is the big deal with that shitty locket anyway? I already
told her I don�t know any goddammed thing about it. Now, leave me alone.� She
once again stormed into her room, slamming the door so hard it sounded like a
gunshot.

Jim sat there, stunned. He had seen Del have tantrums
before, had witnessed her yelling at Lynne; but never before had he been the
target of her violent temper. His respect for Lynne shot through the roof as he
experienced it first hand. Lynne had the patience of many Saints when it came
to dealing with Del; he knew that without a doubt. However, the cop in Jim was
now utterly convinced that Del was responsible for the disappearance of Lynne�s
locket. The problem was, looking at situsituation from his position in the family,
he had absolutely no idea what to do about it.

~~~~~

After considerable thought, Jim decidedlevelevel with Lynne
about Del. He knew it could turn ugly, and he was taking a huge risk. At first,
he had wanted to quietly go ahead on his own; checking out pawn shops and known
fences for the locket. He could have done it easily, using his badge and vague
excuses of �I�m investigating a case here.� Two things stopped him, however;
one, this was a family matter and using his office in this way could be a violation
of ethics - and, two, he didn�t want either Lynne or Del to ever have reason to
think he would run a police check on them behind their backs. No, this had to
be handled out in the open; even if it meant risking a fight with Lynne.

Having decided what to do, the next step was how to do it.
Where, when, and how to have this conversation with Lynne were important
factors. He needed to think some more.

~~~~~

Lynne was making the rounds of Marty�s Market, picking up
ingredients for a new recipe she wanted to try out. She cruised the aisles,
carefully selecting the items she needed. Unlike her daughter, she had no great
love of shopping, particularly for groceries; but she did understand the
importance of good quality ingredients in cooking. Today, however, her
concentration was lapsing. Her thoughts kept wandering back to Del and the
missing locket. Her one big question, for which she had no answer, was - did
Del steal it? She knew that Jim suspected as much, and Lynne desperately hoped
that he was wrong. But, hope was one thing; and the feeling in her gut was
something else. She had to face it, her gut was clearly telling her that Jim
was right. So, assuming that Del took the locket, the question became why. What
was happening to Del, that she would do this?

~~~~~

�Jim, Honey, we need to talk. Let�s go somewhere, anywhere,
so we can keep it private.� Lynne had finished putting away the groceries.

Feeling mildly alarmed at her choice of words, Jim was quick
to tell her, �Yeah, Baby, I know a place. Let�s go.�

�I�ll just let Del know we�re leaving.� Lynne never left the
house without telling Del; to her it was simply common courtesy.

Minutes later, they sat in a booth in a small, quiet coffee
shop near their house. Lynne sat and stirred her coffee, trying to find the
words she needed. �Jim, I�m worried about Del. What happened when you spoke to
her?�

�She exploded. Oh, it was all good, just fine and dandy,
until I mentioned the locket; then she instantly went postal. Used words I�ve
never heard her say before, and ran outta the room. I hate to say it, Lynne,
but her behaviour indicates guilt. She knows where the locket is.�

Lynne sighed heavily, �I was afraid you�d say that. Your
cop�s instinct?� He nodded, no point denying it. She continued, �Okay, this
isn�t just about tockeocket anymore. It�s about Del. And, what scares the
stuffing outta me is, for the first time in her life, I don�t know what she�s
thinking. She�s my baby, I�ve been nurturing her since the day she was born,
and I can usually read her like a book. But, not anymore.� She looked into his
eyes, and reached for his hand. �Oh, my God, Jim. This must be hitting you
where it hurts the most. I mean, Ellie.�

Squeezing her hand, he reassured her, �Don�t worry about
that, Baby. This is about Del, not Ellie. I was gonna talk to you about this,
but you beat me to it. I could try to locate the locket; check out pawn shops.
There�s a slight chance we can get it back.�

�Pawn shops? Oh, shit, you think she sold it. This is far
worse than I thought. Well, okay, if you can do that checking without breaking
any rulehen hen go ahead. But, what about Del? What can I - sorry, Honey, I
mean, what can we - do for her? How can we even find out what the problem is?
She won�t talk to us.�

�Lynne, she might talk to us. If we ask exactly the right
questions.� It was slim hope, but at the moment it was all he had to offer.
Well, not quite all, �Lynne, you amaze me. I really don�t know how you do it.
Here I was, all set to talk about this, but I was scared. Scared that you�d
take it as my dissing Del, and that you�d end up all mad at me about it.
Instead, you not only brought it up first, but you�re not even thinking about
the locket anymore. It�s all Del.�

�What�s so amazing about that, Jim? It�s always all Del for
me, you know that. Of course I�m still upset about the locket, and I�m also
worried about you getting caught in the middle; but yes, my first concern is
always Del. For so long, it was just the two of us. I had to be there for her
because I was all she had. Now, of course, she also has you.� Something
occurred to her then, �Maybe you should hold a bia bit on checking out pawn
shops. I just realized that I didn�t quite search the whole house. I didn�t
look in Del�s room, didn�t think I had reason to. Until I do, we really don�t
know that she sold it, do we?�

�No, we don�t. In CSI-speak, we have no physical evidence
linking her to the disappearance of your locket. All we have is her irrational
behaviour each time she�s asked about it. The rest, I have to admit, is
conjecture and speculation. God, Lynne, I can�t tell you how much I want to be
wrong here. Because, if I�m right ... His voice trailed away.

Tears in her eyes, Lynne completed his sentence, �If you�re
right, Del is one very screwed-up young woman.�
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