The Doctor Is In (22 page)

“Oh my God! Oh my God!” Lisa moaned repeatedly as she squirmed around in the Jacuzzi. My wife was in the middle of a toe-curling orgasm, with her legs locked around my neck like a pair of vice grips, making sure I didn’t go anywhere. Normally this would have had me beating my chest like King Kong, except this time, my head was submerged under water and I was on the verge of blacking out. If I didn’t do something soon to stop her, she was going to have a whole lot of explaining to do, to both my kids and to the police. With the understanding that I was not going to break her death grip, I desperately made one last attempt to free myself by lifting her completely out of the water and onto the Jacuzzi’s edge. She landed on her ass with a loud thump, her wobbly legs releasing me.

“What the—” I said after taking a moment to fill my lungs with air. But I couldn’t be mad, because one look at her shuddering body told me my wife was completely oblivious to the fact that she’d almost drowned me. She blinked her eyes opened, a satisfied grin on her face as her feet dangled in the water.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” she whimpered, staring at me as if I’d just performed a magic trick. Words could never express how much I loved to make her happy. “I didn’t know you had that in you.”

“I may not ever have it in me again,” I joked half-seriously, giving her a mischievous grin. She didn’t get the joke, so I moved on, pulling her in close. I kissed the wetness from around her neck, and despite the saltiness of her sweat, she tasted sweet to me.

I stared into her eyes and whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she murmured, running her hands gently up and down my back. “I can’t believe we’re in the backyard, in the middle of the day, making love. Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do something like this?”

I didn’t reply, not verbally anyway. We rarely got moments like these, and I wasn’t about to waste this one talking. I could show her how much I was enjoying this better than I could tell her, so that’s what I did. I pulled her back in the water, spinning her around. Taking a fistful of her hair, I bent her over the Jacuzzi’s edge, sliding my dick into her from the rear.

Lisa and I had a good life together. As a matter of fact, we were looking forward to the kids getting out on spring break so we could all go on a cruise to Jamaica. But that was a family thing, where once again we’d have to find stolen moments for ourselves. Right now it was all about us. With one in college around the corner at St. John’s and the other a senior in high school, romantic moments like this between the two of us were few and far between. In fact, our sex life was starting to become somewhat uninspiring. It had boiled down to me waiting until the kids were in bed before rolling over and begging her, “Can I get some tonight?”

Finally, one night she sucked her teeth and told me how unromantic and predictable my actions were. Of course, that didn’t stop her from giving me some. She knew she had to get it in where it fit in too, but I heard what she was saying loud and clear. Hell, I agreed with what she was saying. It was hard to get quality, unrushed time together for a little lovemaking. Our time alone had to be strategically placed where we wouldn’t get caught or interrupted by the kids. What better time than in the middle of the day when they were at school?

When I entered her, I was gentle at first, but my wife liked it rough when the kids weren’t around, so that’s exactly what I gave her. I plunged my dick into her hard and deep, and just to make it exciting, I pulled on her hair a little. She squealed with delight, encouraging me to pull it even harder. Lisa had this way of engulfing me with her soft, moist walls, then contracting her muscles into a hard grip that drove me crazy. I tried my best to remain in control, but when she started throwing them hips back at me, working her magic like only she could, I just went for broke, thrusting my dick in her like it might come out the other side.

“That’s it, baby. Beat her up. Beat my pussy up! You know how I like it. Yeah, right there. Make her come! Oh, shit!” She encouraged my every thrust with her words.

The more she talked, the faster I stroked. I could tell by the way she tightened her walls around me that she was on the verge of orgasm, which was good, because I was too. I’m not sure why, but when we shared a climactic moment, it was always explosive.

“I love you,” I said into her ear as I held her hips, pumping her against the side of the Jacuzzi. “And I damn sure love this pussy.”

“You love it, huh? Show me how much you love it. Oh, yes, yes, make me come!” Lisa began moaning and shouting louder. I dipped in and out with finesse until I could feel the pressure of her walls squeezing and contracting like an out-of-control pump. “Oh, shit! Yeah, right there, baby. I’m ’bout to explode,” she roared, her entire body shuddering, letting me know that the time was now. “Shit, I’m coming! I want you to come toooo.”

In one deep stroke, my back stiffened up like a board, and I let loose inside my wife then collapsed right on top of her.

I’m not sure how long I lay on top of her with my eyes closed, not trying to break our connection, but it felt like eternity—until her body tightened up and I thought I heard applause. You know you’ve done your thing when your wife starts to applaud your performance.

“Kyle . . . Kyle . . . Kyle!” she repeated, louder each time.

“Yeah, babe.” I figured I was probably getting heavy and she wanted me to move, but I did not want to break our connection. I just wanted to lie there and enjoy that feeling for the rest of my life.

“Ahhhhhh, we’ve got company!” She tried to lift herself and me up, but I was too heavy.

“Company?” I muttered. I still had my head on her shoulder with my eyes closed. “What are you talking about?”

“She’s talking about us.” The snickering male voice scared the shit out of me.

“What the fuck—” I blinked open my eyes only to come face to face with what looked like a small army of armed men. I felt like I was at the end of
Scarface
, when all those guys came over the wall after Tony Montana. I was just thankful my daughters weren’t home.

“Anyone else in the house?” a tall white man asked with authority. He was the only one who wasn’t pointing a gun at us, so I could only assume he was in charge. When Lisa and I didn’t respond, he snapped, “I said is anyone else in the house?”

His voice rattled me, but it scared the shit out of my wife, who was now in tears. I positioned her behind me as I answered him. “No, no, we’re the only ones here. Please, man, if this is about money, you got it. Just don’t hurt us.” I knew I probably sounded like a scared little bitch, but they had twenty guns, and all I had was a limp dick. At that moment, I would have admitted to being a scared little bitch if it could save the life of my wife and me.

“Nobody’s going to hurt or rob you,” the man in charge said, showing us a five-star badge. “My name is Deputy Donald Nugent, and we’re with the U.S. Marshal Service.”

“Marshal Service?” Lisa mustered the courage to speak up. I could feel her moving around behind me, trying to use my body to hide her nakedness.

“What do you want?” I looked around at all the men and noticed they were wearing black, with their bulletproof vests clearly marked U.S. Marshal or Police, which most likely meant he was telling the truth.

“Sorry. We didn’t mean to scare you. We’re just being cautious. First time we ever barged in on anyone in a Jacuzzi. Looks like fun.” He chortled then reached down and picked up a towel, tossing it to my wife. “Why don’t you folks get dressed?”

He didn’t have to tell Lisa twice. She wrapped that towel around herself and scrambled out of the Jacuzzi to retrieve her clothes.

“What is this all about, Deputy?” I asked, angrier now that I knew I wasn’t being robbed.

He reached inside his suit jacket and pulled out some official-looking papers. “I think this will explain it, Mr. Richmond. You are Kyle Richmond, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I’m Kyle Richmond.” I stepped out of the Jacuzzi, picked up a towel, and wrapped it around myself as he handed me the papers. “What exactly is this?”

“That, Mr. Richmond, is an arrest warrant, along with a warrant to search these premises.” His men started to disperse toward the house like they’d practiced his line and their response a thousand times.

“Arrest warrant?” Lisa, who was now half-dressed, squealed. “What are you saying? Are you here to arrest my husband?”

She had said what I was thinking, and I could feel butterflies taking flight in my stomach, despite the fact that I hadn’t done anything wrong—other than be a rich black man with a white wife.

“No, Mrs. Richmond, we’re actually looking for your husband’s friend.” Nugent stared at Lisa for a moment then turned his attention to me. “Fourteen hours ago, Jay Crawford escaped from Danbury Federal Correction Facility. You do know Jay Crawford, don’t you?” He was asking a question I was sure he already had the answer to.

I looked up at the man, then over at Lisa, and back to him, swallowing hard. “Yes, deputy, I know Jay Crawford very well.”

“Good, so why don’t you tell me where the hell he is?” the deputy asked, staring at me, stone-faced. “So you and your wife can get back to what you were doing in the Jacuzzi.”

I foraged around the outside of the quaint ranch-style house, lifting everything that wasn’t nailed down. It had always been my experience, from hanging out with my well-off buddy Kyle, that one out of every five summer home owners left a key hidden somewhere on the property, just in case they had to send a repairman, had a friend coming by, or simply didn’t want to take a chance of being locked out when they forgot the master key in their city house two and a half hours away. So far I’d come up empty. I’d been to multiple houses that didn’t have an alarm sign in front, and I still hadn’t found a key. Not that it mattered. I’d go through a hundred if I had to. You see, breaking out of prison was the easy part; it was staying free in the middle of a manhunt that would prove to be difficult.

Nevertheless, I’d done what most would have thought impossible: I’d escaped from a maximum security prison and was far enough away that I didn’t have to worry about dogs being on my heels. Unfortunately, I hadn’t slept or eaten in almost two days. I guess I should have thought this whole thing through just a little bit more. Escaping prison was something a man could do on his own. You don’t really need anyone to plan an escape if you’re truly motivated, which I was. But now that I was out, I realized that I definitely should have considered seeking a little assistance. I hadn’t reached out for help because I really wasn’t looking to put the few friends I had left in jeopardy—at least not yet, not until I started working on the bigger picture. Besides, it was less of a risk asking folks to help you when you were face to face. You know, when there was no one around to read your mail or eavesdrop on your phone calls and visiting room conversations.

I finally found what I was looking for under a flower pot at the sixth house I checked. Six had always been my favorite number.

“Come to Daddy,” I said with a smile, bending over to pick up the dirt-covered key. Once it was in my hand, I headed straight for the front door.

“Fuck!” I exhaled, trying my best to keep it together. I can’t even begin to explain my frustration when the key wouldn’t fit into the lock. After managing to sneak onto one of the ferries from New London, Connecticut to Orient Point, New York and then finding my way to East Hampton without rousing any suspicion, I had finally found a key, but it didn’t work. It was demoralizing.

With a shrug of my shoulders, I walked around to the back door. It was a longshot, but maybe my luck hadn’t quite run out yet. When the key slid into the back door lock and I heard it click, my heart wanted to sing
Hallelujah
.

Taking a quick check of my surroundings, I pushed the door open, waiting a full minute to see if some sort of alarm was going to go off before I entered the house, locking the door behind me. The stale odor told me nobody had been there since the fall, which was a good sign, because it probably meant they wouldn’t be back until late spring, and it was only March. I went straight for the fridge, where I found nothing of use, only some condiments and salad dressing. The freezer, however, was a different story. I found frozen vegetables, a whole pack of chicken parts, and a small box of Omaha steaks, all of which I removed. It was going to take them a few hours to thaw out, but I was going to eat good that night. Regrettably, I was hungry now, so I microwaved the vegetables, doctoring them with spices I found in the cabinets. I swear until you spend ten years in prison, you never know how good something as simple as Green Giant vegetables can be.

After my stomach was full, I located the master bedroom and went straight to the closet. To remind me that I was caught up in a real-life drama, the clothing belonged to a man who had to be at least half a foot shorter than me, about two sizes smaller, and his feet were just as small. I exited the closet and went for the dresser. I fished around in a couple of drawers until I found something that was workable.

“Well, Jay, old boy, you can’t lose with a sweat suit,” I said, pulling out the navy blue fleece. Then I went through each room, randomly looking through drawers, closets, and dressers for any loose cash or more appropriate clothing. The only thing I found that would be remotely helpful was an old mayonnaise jar full of change. Not exactly a windfall, but at least it was filled with mostly silver coins, and not all pennies.

By the time I finished ransacking the place, it was dark and I was tired as hell. I made it my business not to turn on any lights, because it would be just my luck someone would be passing by and call the homeowner. I did, however, turn on the TV in the bedroom. Not that it mattered. I’m sure I was asleep within ten minutes.