Gone Missing Ch. 01
Author's Note: If you're a new reader to the Gerry series you may first want to read "In the Dark of Night", "A Widow's Burden", and "A Case of Mistaken Identity" to fully appreciate the main characters.
It was after dark and rainy when I stepped off the bus. A stone's throw away the silhouette of a slender dame hunched under an umbrella could be seen, which made me smile. This time I'd called and told her when I'd be arriving, so her presence wasn't exactly a surprise. I figured Daisy was as anxious to see me as I was to see her.
This time the dame was coy, showing no visible signs of emotion, just as I did. But underneath the placid surface my gut was churning with a wide range of feelings, just as hers likely was.
"We wanted to be sure you kept your word," she spoke in greeting, turning to walk towards the bar just as I reached her.
This was when I noticed a young girl standing at her side. Introductions were unnecessary as a pair of bright, smiling eyes looked up at me and a small hand slipped inside of mine. I smiled in greeting, not sure what to say to Rochelle. There was a connection we shared -- I sensed this as we simply glanced at one another, rendering spoken words unnecessary.
Rochelle led the way as I walked beside her toward the awaiting building. Daisy trailed behind us, the water running off the umbrella as Rochelle and I got wet. Neither of us seemed to mind the rain.
"I like you, you're very kind," the ebony-skinned, pint-sized dame announced as her walk changed to a slightly faster skipping.
I wasn't one for kids, never did much care about them one way or the other. But this one seemed to be okay... except for the visions. It was kind of creepy thinking that she could somehow know when someone out there was in need, and I'd somehow manage to stumble across their path at the best possible moment to effect a positive change.
It was as if the two of us had been pre-ordained to meet, something I never would've bought a few months ago. I would've scoffed at the idea just like Gordon had, but now she was making a believer out of me.
My whole life up to this point had seemed random, but instead I'd been gaining experience that I would need to fulfill my life's true purpose. Damn, what a hell of an unlikely team the two of us made.
* * * * *
After sharing a late dinner Rochelle went home. I had a couple of stiff drinks before Daisy and I walked upstairs to her room. I noticed the changes she had made in my absence.
"A new bed," I commented, reaching my right hand down to test its firmness.
"And quieter too," she added. "New pillows, sheets, and a blanket. I could hardly wait for you to get home so we could break it in properly."
"Will we ever," I responded while flashing her a wink.
I was desperate to pull her into my arms and give her a kiss the likes of which she'd never before experienced but I held off, keeping an emotional distance. As I began undressing she started doing the same.
"Things look about the same as they did before I left, so I guess Jimmy kept the grunts from burning the place down."
Daisy softly chuckled. "Speaking about Jimmy, he's taken a liking to Tiffany."
I was familiar with the name. She was one of the prostitutes who lived down at the big bar, the one Charlie once owned. Tiffany was a cute girl, twenty, with long chestnut hair and a nice body to go along with it, a popular dame with the soldiers who had the opportunity to cozy up with her. Now she could add the deputy to her growing list of admirers.
"So instead of keeping the drunks in line, he's been drinking with them," I surmised.
"There was an altercation with a drunken soldier one evening, the night after you left," she explained, laying it all out for me. "Jimmy arrived and 'rescued' her, at least according to his version of the event. Now he's seeing her. They meet for breakfast, and again for lunch. I see them together sometimes. I think he's in love."
"He thinks he's in love," I clarified, wondering if this was his first time with a dame.
Daisy laughed. "Just because you hold back your feelings doesn't mean every man does. Who are you to judge how he feels about her?"
"Because I was his age once, and I know how I felt the first time I got a piece. It can be difficult to separate true love from lust is all I'm saying. She could be playing him." Figuring there wasn't any reason for them to be holding off I inquired, "How are they making time for the fun stuff?"
She flashed me a knowing grin. "He walks her back to her room over the bar after breakfast and disappears for an hour or so."
I couldn't help but grin. "Did it make you as jealous as it does me knowing he's been getting it every morning like clockwork?"
The look in her eyes grew fiery, her full lips glistening. "Insanely."
"I missed you like crazy," I finally admitted.
I was standing there in only my white undershorts while she had on a black bra and panties. Daisy was a welcoming sight to my eyes and I enjoyed the view I'd been missing for far too long.
She hesitated as a questioning expression appeared on her lovely face. "Why don't you just come out and say it?"
I played dumb and acted the part, throwing my hands up in feigned confusion. "Say what?"
She stepped forward, pressing her perky breasts against my chest as if to remind me what I'd been missing, the nipples distinctly erect. "Say that you love me at least half as much as I love you."
I was quickly lost in those amazing eyes of hers. "I'll do more than say it... I'll show you."
Daisy's eyes suddenly turned watery with emotion. "Oh Gerry, I'm so happy you're finally -"
My mouth covered hers, our tongues immediately entwining in the deep, passionate kiss we'd both been dreaming of. Moving both arms around her shoulders I pulled her tightly against me, my best part swelling with affection. I wanted her, needed her, more than I cared to admit.
Toppling us down on the new bed I kissed her hard, savoring the warmth and uniquely familiar taste and scent. My hands moved to her face, palms cupping and fingers tenderly caressing her cheeks. My lips parted, tongue eagerly extending into her sweet mouth, entwining with hers.
Daisy hugged my neck before pulling her lithe body tightly against mine, her shapely legs wrapping around my waist. I was already growing erect, assisted by the heat of her sex as it anxiously rubbed upon the stiff bulge. She moaned softly into my mouth as both breasts and rigid nipples compressed between our chests.
My hands moved down her neck to her shoulders as I caressed the silky dark skin with gentle fingers. Our passionate kisses continued uninterrupted as my hands shifted up her arms, my fingers finally tightening around her wrists.
I uncoiled her arms and rolled Daisy onto her back before pinning her hands against the mattress just above her head, resting my weight on top of her. Only then did my mouth separate from hers. I lifted my head just far enough to gaze into her now-open eyes, admiring them as I immersed myself in the love that so freely flowed.
"I love you Gerry," she softly whispered while offering a sincere smile.
"I know." When I saw the smile fade and her eyes narrow in withdrawal I confessed, "I love you too."
There, I'd gone and said it. The words I'd always withheld had been spoken. This time I'd laid it all out on the line, figuring I'd regret having done so but at the same instant experiencing a sense of relief. Maybe I was going soft this time around.
I hadn't noticed as my mind was deep in thought, but Daisy was watching my expression closely, trying to use her intuition to read me.
"You won't ever be sorry for telling me you love me," she promised, sealing it with a deep kiss that curled my toes.
I was as stiff as could be, the bulge forcing the underpants outward before the straining reddish-purple tip was partially peeking through the cotton aperture. It was pressing horizontally against the top of her crotch and making its need known. Her response was to rotate her pelvis up and down to tease, indicating her growing desire for what I could give her.
Releasing my firm grip on her wrists my fingers lightly trailed up her forearms, briefly tickling her inner elbows before traveling along her upper arms to the shaved armpits. Daisy giggled quietly when I tickled her there. As my gaze lowered to her heaving breasts held within the cups of the black lace fabric, I slid my fingers underneath to hold the naked swells and caress the swollen nipples with both thumbs.
Her back arched, pressing her ass and shoulders into the bed as the points between raised up. Understanding her intent I reached my hands around to unfasten the bra and expose the glorious mounds to my unrestricted access. As my eyes feasted on the brown nipples my mouth lowered to suckle on each one in turn, rewarded by her vibrations and weak cries of delight.
My oral ministrations lowered, over her flat tummy and down to the top of her panties. I tongued the smooth skin along the elastic waistband while breathing in the scent of her arousal, feeling her body writhing in pleasure. Gripping the sides of her panties I slid them down, tugging to peel the thin fabric away that was wet with her juice.
After the panties were removed her feet slid up, legs bending at the knees, thighs anxiously widening. I briefly gazed down at the tight curls of dark hair and the swollen labia before moving in to feast upon her succulent flesh. Her legs wrapped around my shoulders as my fingers gently exposed her, extended tongue and lips exploring her sex as her soft cries of joy surrounded us.
It was different for me this time. Daisy was no longer some dame, but rather a woman I'd committed myself to when I spoke the words I'd always refrained from sharing until now. It was as if I'd invested myself in this relationship which had now taken on a changed tone from my perspective.
"Oh Gerry," she weakly groaned as I worked two fingers into her heated canal and sucked on her clit.
Her ebony form quaked as I worked my magic, her hips and pelvis moving left and right, forward and back, grinding her pussy against my mouth. I gave her all she wanted how she wanted and soon she was in the throes of ecstasy. I remained focused on Daisy and Daisy alone while her leaking nectar filled my mouth with the tangy flavor of her love.
A short time later Daisy noisily crested, her body wildly bucking and thrashing as she panted heavily. But the bed took the abuse in silence, the mattress springs absorbing the vibrations. Only her weak, breathless cries were evidence of the event. Those... and the brief flood of feminine cum that surged around my plunging fingers as I pleasured her body.
After her quaking form relaxed I withdrew the wet fingers, wiping them clean against an inner thigh before rising to my hands and knees to lie down beside her on my left side facing her. She peered into my eyes with a look of grateful relief before offering me a kiss, the tangy taste of her pussy mixing in.
"You do that so good, baby," Daisy whispered.
I winked and reminded her, "I'm not done yet."
"No, not even close," she added as her expression turned playful.
Playing the same game I had earlier her fingers traced from my shoulders down my upper arms, pausing to tickle my inner elbows. Only I wasn't ticklish like her, but this didn't keep her from trying. Afterwards they caressed a path down my forearm until her hands tightened around my wrists.
"Trying to get the upper hand?" I commented with a grin.
She corrected, "Getting the upper hand."
A moment later I was flat on my back with my wrists pinned to the bed just above my head, my erect cock the only part of me which was vertical. Her head lowered and our lips met in a deep kiss, tongues passionately entwining as she thoroughly explored my mouth with hers, lips grinding together left and right and back again.
At the same time I felt her body straddling mine, the tight curls of pubic hair dragging down my abdomen until I felt the wet lips of her sex pressed against the top side of my cock. When her pelvis began shifting up and down, rubbing the juicy labia against my rigid manhood, my hips joined in the fray and made slight thrusting motions.
When the kiss broke my eyes opened to see her smiling widely down at me, those warm brown eyes sparkling like diamonds in the light of a full moon. "You're so wonderfully hard, Gerry. Even feeling you like this, touching me but not being inside, it's so satisfying to me."
She worked her hips faster while also rocking back and forth. My cock surged with excitement and stiffened slightly more, its natural upward curve working quite well as it pressed harder against the leaking flesh of her pussy. I wanted nothing more than to drive my cock fully into her center, but this time Daisy wanted to exert control and I was alright with this.
"Haven't you had enough of the teasing already?" I questioned a short time later.
Her evil side was starting to show. "Why, Gerry, is it making you want me more?"
"Maybe."
Flashing me a wild grin she made a move, now pinning both of my wrists with her stronger right hand as the left reached back. I felt it pressing against the lower side as she worked her hips, feeling the lips separating until the top side was flush against her steamy slit. The slight bump of her clit was rubbing up and down along with the rest of her pussy, her leaking nectar coating my stiff meat.
She was breathing heavier as the added stimulation was stoking the tingling heat in her luscious loins. "What about now, huh? You want me even more, Gerry? You want to make love to me, enough to beg for it?"
Beg for it? I had half a mind to break the grip and wrestle her to her back, move my body between those legs and take what I wanted from her. But I could clearly see that her arousal was beginning to heighten and, damn it, I loved this dame. I wanted to see her happy so I let Daisy play her game.
She was really going after it now. With her palm pushing my rigid cock against her slit her hips kept the action going, grinding her pussy along the top of my hardness. I didn't think she could enjoy a second orgasm, not this way, but life was teaching me another lesson.
"Oh Gerry... Gerry..." she whispered, her breathless voice barely audible.
The crafted fingernails of her right hand dug into my wrists when her entire being clenched hard in climax. Her movements turned frantic as she bucked against the top of my best part, her head thrown back as a long, high-pitched cry escaped her glistening lips.
I could feel a slight surge of liquid heat dripping down my swollen hardness as it seeped from her canal, easily imagining how it would feel constricting around my width right at this very moment if I was only inside of her.
When the pleasure passed her head tilted forward, eyes opening as she gazed into mine with a silent expression of glowing delight. Daisy released her hold around my wrists and sat upright. Reaching behind her she guided my soaked, throbbing erection into position, feeling the opening pressing against the straining tip.
Reaching my arms out I grasped her waist for leverage, pulling down as my hips gently thrust upwards. The portal widened as my cock eased upward into her heated core. I sighed with relief from the effects of the prolonged teasing which had me filled with anticipation. Finally, after such a long delay, I really was returning to my true home.
After what she'd put me through my balls had already drawn tightly against the base of my shaft and the sensitized tip was straining, screaming for release. I held back for as long as a guy could and gave her what she wanted -- a nice hard ride. But the tingling sensations of intense pleasure as her body feverishly slid up and down my best part quickly took their toll. More quickly than I would have preferred I felt my body convulsing, hearing my breathless voice grunting, as the powerful ejaculations began.
After draining me Daisy laid down beside me, cuddling her form close to mine.
"Oh Gerry, no wonder why you could hardly wait," she decided, hugging and kissing me, one hand caressing my wet, spent manhood. "And there you were thinking you were headed home to rejoin me before finding out you'd been mistaken for someone else, with another family to set things right for. But it happened for a reason, Gerry, and you should be proud of all you've accomplished."
I grinned while thinking of the large stack of dough still resting inside my jacket pocket. "Yeah... you could even say it was rewarding."
* * * * *
I walked down to the diner early the next morning to surprise Jimmy and get my police cruiser back. He was a nice kid, I thought to myself on the way there. He'd tried to enlist but got turned down due to a previously undetected heart defect but that didn't seem to minimize his positive outlook or zest for life.
With the town growing on account of the army post there was a need for a larger police presence just to keep the place orderly, which was right when Jimmy came along looking for employment. Working as a deputy in an army town was as close as Jimmy could get to the army without actually joining, so it was working out well for him. And apparently his position had gotten him interested in one of the local working girls.
If Daisy was right the feeling was being reciprocated. I was curious to see them together with my own two eyes and note exactly how head-over-heels these two were. As the sheriff I had a vested interest in knowing how this might affect my backup.
I was glad to see he'd taken my advice when I spotted him sitting in my favorite booth facing the front door, her sitting across the table from him. I was a little surprised they weren't arm-in-arm beside one another, playfully sharing brief kisses between bites of food looking all love-struck. Instead they appeared just like a couple of ordinary townsfolk out for breakfast.
Once I entered the bell hanging over the door chimed my arrival. Jimmy glanced up and did a double-take when he saw me. Noticing as he started to rise I waved him back down.
"Good morning," I greeted the diners warmly, stopping to shake a few hands as I worked my way to the back booth.
"Good to see you again sheriff," Eric, an older white-haired guy who ran a farm a few miles outside of town responded.
"You too, Eric."
As I stood beside the last booth I heartily shook Jimmy's hand.
"I was beginning to wonder if we'd be getting you back," he shared. "It sure is great to see you again, Gerry."
"You too, Jimmy, thanks for holding down the fort while I was away. Daisy told me you're seeing one of the dames from across the street."
"Tiffany," he confirmed with a nod. "You two must have met before now."
"We've seen each other around once or twice," I agreed while glancing over to take a good look at the dark-haired cutie who looked quite a bit different with all of her clothes on.
When Jimmy slid over to free up some sitting room for me I joined them. The dame, Tiffany or whatever, she didn't seem to appreciate my company and clammed right up. Dropping her head to stare down at her food I had a sneaking suspicion that she was hiding something.
The girls that worked at the bar peddling their bodies to eager troops while living upstairs, or in one of the two other boarding homes that had sprouted up in town, were in many cases drifters much like I'd been. Many of them had a past they weren't too quick to share with anyone. Some were running away from something; others probably grew up poor and were searching for a better life. I figured this dame wasn't any different.
"I better go," Tiffany decided.
I felt badly for raining on their little parade, especially knowing what Jimmy was hoping would be coming next... him.
"No, you stay, I was just stopping by to pick up the keys," I announced as I rose to a standing position.
Jimmy reached into his pants pocket and gave me what I was looking for.
"Take your time, there's no rush getting to the station," I told him with a wink. "Enjoy your morning. I'll open up and get the coffee going."
Jimmy appeared to be relieved. "Thanks Gerry."
"Sure," I replied, and then offered the dame a friendly smile and tipped the brim of my hat respectfully. "Been a pleasure, Tiffany. Hope to see you again soon."
* * * * *
It was almost two hours later before Jimmy showed up with a smile on his face... the kind of smile only a dame could put there, by doing what dames were made to do. When Jimmy realized that I knew what he'd been up to the smile faded, replaced by reddened cheeks, a sheepish grin.
"She's that good, huh?" I questioned, pulling a pack of cigarettes from my pocket and lighting one up.
"Tiffany's great. I think I'm falling in -"
I gestured for him to stop talking as I leaned back in the chair behind my desk, thinking the situation over carefully as I prepared to give him a fatherly talk. Okay, so I never had any kids, never even been married, but I knew dames and he quite clearly was lacking my experienced depth of insight.
"Jimmy, those girls come and go, sometimes within a week, others a month," I began. "Okay, so Tiffany's been hanging out longer than some, maybe she'll stay for another six months, but the day will come when she'll leave. They always do. Either their past catches up with them or they get 'happy-feet' as I like to call it, when they up and leave without warning, without as much as a note."
Dragging a straight-backed chair beside me he sat down, struggling to find the right words he was eager to share with me. "I know what you're saying, but she's different. Besides, look at you and Daisy? She did the same thing, right?"
She's different because she's bedding you, I thought but didn't say. It was the little head my deputy was thinking with. Daisy was different -- she was settled here with family roots. This was something Tiffany clearly lacked, but I could see Jimmy couldn't look at this situation from my experienced perspective.
"Dames like her, like the others working there, they don't share much about themselves," I explained. "If she's so different then answer me a couple of easy questions."
He was buying it, nodding in agreement, so I started asking.
"Where's she from?"
He smiled as if convinced he could win me over. "Back east."
"What city? What's the name of the street where she lived, the school she attended, the name of her parents and her best friends?" I challenged him.
"She loves ice cream and the outdoors," he instead offered.
Yeah, dames like her would share their body and list off their favorite foods and activities, but nothing of personal significance. Tiffany wasn't any different than the others, except that she'd gotten her hooks into my deputy and was twisting him around her pinky finger. I didn't like what I was seeing any more than what I was hearing.
"Jimmy, go slow, go real slow," I strongly suggested. "These kinds of dames get a guy all worked up. Sure, they can be a real hoot to be with, especially when they're taking you into their bed. But they're usually not the marrying kind, trust me on this. I'm not telling you to stop seeing her, I don't have that right... all I'm saying is to take it slow."
"I know you mean well, I really do, but I have to follow my heart when it comes to Tiffany," Jimmy told me, indicating the conversation was finished.
* * * * *
Daisy was really keeping me happy at night with that fantastic body of hers. And she was right -- the bed was a lot quieter than the old one we had been sharing. I could only guess that Stan might appreciate this little fact, because when her ebony body was all riled up she could love a guy to the brink of exhaustion.
During the day I enjoyed interacting with the townsfolk, dropping in on the local businesses to keep an eye on things, and breaking up the odd fight at the bar with Jimmy helping out.
The first few days were a little rough as I got back into my routine, but as the next few weeks quietly elapsed without Rochelle having any new visions I was beginning to think I might be in the clear. But of course this couldn't be allowed to happen... only this time it wasn't Rochelle
As I sat down to eat breakfast at the diner I figured Jimmy was having his fun with Tiffany across the way. But when he showed up a few minutes later looking distressed I knew something was wrong.
Sitting down across from me Jimmy announced, "She's gone. Tiffany's gone. Something's happened to her, I know it!"
I took the news in stride, remaining calm as I ate a piece of crispy bacon, confident in my earlier prediction. "It was bound to happen sooner or later. I tried warning you but you wouldn't listen."
He leaned closer with a serious expression on his face. "No, she didn't leave, at least not of her own free will. She was chased or taken away."
I tried to show interest in her disappearance for his benefit and asked, "How do you know this?"
"Yesterday morning, when we were laying in bed, I started to ask the questions you'd asked me to answer but I couldn't," he shared. "I asked where she was from, the name of the street she grew up on, if she played school sports, things like this. But Tiffany... she's afraid of someone from her past."
"Who?"
Jimmy's head shook. "I don't know, she wouldn't tell me except to say that if he ever catches up with her she was afraid that he'd hurt her, or worse."
I placed my fork down on the plate and looked at him intently. "Look, Jimmy, those kinds of dames wouldn't be here doing what they do if they weren't running from somebody or something. Maybe she got happy-feet, you know?"
He remained undeterred. "I know her better than anyone else, and I know she didn't simply leave."
"Have you checked her room?" I questioned.
He briefly appeared insulted. "Of course I did, I wouldn't be here otherwise!"
"No, have you checked her room?" I repeated. "Not looked inside, I mean looked carefully, checked the drawers, looked for anything that might have been left behind."
After comprehending what I was driving at his ruffled feathers smoothed out. "No."
"Well then come on, let's go have ourselves a look."
After leaving enough money behind to cover the bill and a tip we walked across the street.
Knocking on doors to stir the others from their slumber we started asking questions. One of them, a blonde dame about the same age or a little older as Tiffany, had seen something.
"Things were pretty normal all evening until shortly before closing time when a strange man showed up," she recalled. "Tiffany didn't notice him at first but once she did she got upset and went upstairs. That was the last time I saw her."
"Did he see her?" I questioned.
"Maybe, but... I don't think so," she reported. "She was really shaken up though."
"Is there anything at all you can tell me about this guy?" I pressed. "His age, appearance, a name, what he was driving... anything at all would be a help."
When she started talking I pulled a pencil and a pad of paper out of my uniform's top right breast pocket and took notes. It wasn't much but it was better than nothing -- tall, skinny, dark hair and moustache, wearing a dark suit and a hat.
We opened the door to Tiffany's room and walked in. As Jimmy watched I started sniffing, looking for clues. Some things had been intentionally left behind, as if she'd made a conscious decision to travel light. The other girls helped to confirm a large suitcase was hers but had been hastily discarded, while a smaller bag was missing.
But I wasn't so quick to dismiss the obvious. I carefully inspected the larger bag, finding a name tag tucked away behind a small zippered pocket. Discolored ink boldly stated this was the property of a "Linda Davis", along with an address. While I had no doubt this was the last place the dame would be headed, it was all I had to go on.
"Check with the girls and see if anyone has a current picture of her, we'll need it," I instructed. "I need to call in a favor at the post. I'll ask Colonel Welch to round up the grunts that were here last night to see if anyone can tell us anything about this guy. It's possible one of them might have even given Tiffany a ride somewhere last night."
After calling the post commander he agreed to arrange for a commander's call at the end of the work day to get all of the troops together in the base theater. He invited me to be present and make the announcement using his authority to get whatever answers I needed.
Thanking him for his help I placed a long-distance call to the Chicago operator to try and track down Linda Davis, hoping like hell the address was still current. After a few failed attempts someone finally answered.
The dame who went by that name sounded like she was my age. When I started sniffing she seemed cautious, uncertain as to my true identity. What this told me was that the stranger had placed at least one call to her looking for Tiffany, or whatever her real name was.
I explained Linda where I was calling from, that her daughter had been working here for several months until a strange guy showed up who scared her off, and now she was missing. She was the one who started asking questions but once her voice sounded convinced that the dame I was looking to help was the same as her own flesh-and-blood, she finally started spilling the beans.
As the late afternoon hour approached four, an army staff car pulled up in front of the police station. I stepped outside, climbing into the back seat as I was escorted to the military post for what I was hoping might turn up some additional clues. I had no idea about the Pandora's Box that my questions would open.