Chapter 39

SEATTLE TIMES

Police have arrested Seattle businessman, Lockhart Davidson, 29, son of Jeremy Davidson and his wife, City Councilwoman Madeline Lockhart Davidson for assault with deadly intention. He is in the Seattle City Jail awaiting his Bail Hearing. The incident was reported to have happened at a local bar and club, where earlier in the evening, Mr. Davidson had been asked to leave for disturbing the peace.

Seattle Nooz

Socialite and Party Girl, Lily Johnson, the daughter of Mark and Dana Johnson of Belleview, WA was hospitalized this past weekend for unreported causes. She was brought into Seattle General by Ambulance and admitted due to unconsciousness. Mr. and Mrs. Johnson was able to take their daughter home Tuesday where they expect her to make a full recovery.

Press Release from Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.

Christian and Ana Grey are proud to announce the formation of the Greater Seattle Family Arts Center. This center will be instrumental in teaching the youth or anyone of any age the vocation of setting up and sustaining a home that is beneficial to all who live among the family. Such classes will include Finances, with emphasis on making and following a budget, Cooking with emphasis on planning and preparing meals, Gardening for the family with emphasis on preservation of edible goods, General Housekeeping, Computer classes, Child Birth Classes, Infant and Child Care, First Aid Classes, General Car Care including learning how to change a tire and change the oil. General Health Care Classes with emphasis on diabetes and heart diseases. There will also be a low-cost Child Care Center that is open 24 hours a day with a full staff on three 8 hour shifts with a RN and or a LPN on duty. Other classes and events will be added as needed or requested. Applications for employment are being taken now and applications for classes will be announced at a later date.

It is the belief of Christian and Ana Grey that these programs are important for the growth of the family unit and the well-being of all in society. Everyone is invited to partake in these classes.

The building will be built by Grey Construction and will be a most impressive size that will accommodate all the events and classes. It will house administration offices, classrooms, kitchens, a daycare with nighttime capabilities, medical clinic and there are plans to add a dental clinic in the near future. This will be a multi-functional building with multi-functional events.

If you wish more information please sign onto the GEH, Inc. website or the Grey Publishing website.

Carrick snapped his paper close and smiled at his wife. "It is hardly a blip on the news. Ana said it would not be noticed due to the news of the proposed Greater Seattle Family Arts Center. I have to say, our daughter-in-law has a good head on her shoulders." He took a sip of his hot coffee. "How is Mia?"

"Embarrassed." Grace replied with some agitation in her voice. Carrick didn't have to ask, she could see he was wanting an answer. Being married for so many years, they have learned to read each other rather well. "Mia finally told me why she went to that place. Lily had received an invitation with a plus-one and wanted Mia to go with her."

"Like Ana said, Mia is of age and it is a legitimate business, or it was before Ana bought and shut down the place!" He sighed very proud of his daughter-in-law. "Now, the land will be the home for the new Greater Seattle Family Arts Center. I do believe that is a more noble use of the land and will be good for the neighborhood and the city."

"I hope this will be a lesson to Mia that Lily is not a good influence."

"Grace, you can't pick her friends for her."

"I know, but I don't want her to be used like I was with that Lincoln woman. I fear Lily is cut from the same cloth as Elena."

"Let's not talk about that old hag! It is a beautiful day. We both have the day off in the middle of the week, so let's go sailing. Just you and me." He leered at her with naughty intentions on his mind. "The boat is fully stocked and ready to go." He wiped his mouth on the fine linen napkin and left it by his plate. He stood taking only a few steps to be by his lovely wife. He turned her chair to look out the breakfast nook's full ceiling to floor windows at the dark blue waters of Lake Washington. His large hands gently massaged her shoulders then slowly worked their way to her breasts. He fondled her breasts as his hot breath scorched her neck. "Just think, Gracie, in less than fifteen minutes we could be aboard "The Grey Royal". We can sail about the lake, take anchor and I could be fucking you the rest of the day. We won't be interrupted. No phones, no television … nothing but you and me … and I mean nothing…no clothes, nothing."

"You intrigue me, Husband." She breathed heavily. "I like the idea of nothing but you and me."

Carrick offered his hand and gently helped her from her chair. He kissed her softly at first then the hunger over took him. He grabbed around her waist with one arm and used the other arm to clear the breakfast nook table. He placed her on the cool wooden table while undoing his pants then pushed her dress up and tore off her panties, leaving them in shreds on the floor. "Fuck!" He growled as he slid into her and her warmth. "Damn, Gracie…oh baby girl." He couldn't get enough of her. He buried himself inside her, rolled his hips, and then pulled almost out of her to crash back into her wet and hot trembling pussy. The harder he pumped into her the more and louder she groaned. He pulled out suddenly making Grace complain that she wasn't done, but he ignored her and flipped her over onto her stomach and pounded even harder into that paradise between her legs. Grace reached across the table to hold on as her husband pounded into her with exquisite strength. She cried out as he went farther into her and then she felt that spark of enflaming passion burn deeply in her gut. Every pore of her body was alive and demanding satisfaction. She pushed her ass towards him, meeting thrust for thrust. Together their climax tore apart the time continuum and it was only Grace and Carrick and the rest of the world did not register to their minds, hearts, or souls. "I love only you, Gracie." Carrick said softly. "Only you."

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Women's Correctional Center

Gig Harbor, Washington

Agnes Kavanagh showed her ID numerous times before she was taken to a small room. She was sat before a clear glass and shown how to work the phone. She fidgeted, thinking she was too good for this. She didn't want to touch the phone since it seemed it had not been cleaned in ages. She looked about the room once again. It was dingy, painted a pale green, that institutional green that was supposed to be calming. She pulled her raincoat tighter about her to ward off the chill that trembled through her. She looked up when she heard a door open. Elena Lincoln walked in wearing an orange t-shirt that said inmate on the back and had her Department of Corrections number stamped on the front. She wore khakis and orange slip-on tennis shoes. Her hair was pulled back into a pony-tail streaked with gray. She looked tired and rough without her makeup and skin care creams and lotions. She wore silver handcuffs until her escort unlocked them and slid them off her wrists. She was then told to pick up the phone.

"Mrs. Agnes Kavanagh." Elena said with a tight smile. They were not the best of friends but she was relieved to have someone to talk with. "I never thought you would come and visit me."

Agnes had picked up her phone when Elena had and heard the last of Elena's statement.

"Elena, I need information. And, I think you are the only one who can answer my questions."

"If you are here for an interview, you can fuck off right now." Elena was about to hang up but Agnes begged her to hear her out.

"This is completely off the record. Nothing you say here will ever make it into an article or made public in any way. I need this information." Agnes' eyes grew large as Elena went to hang up again. "Did you fuck Carlos Balitrane? Where you the one who taught him about BDSM?"

Elena's eyes narrowed. "Who have you been talking too?" She spat angrily. "Has that bastard…"

Agnes sat back. So it was true. This … this creature before her was the master and teacher of the man who murdered her daughter. "My daughter is dead, Elena. Katherine is dead at the hands of your protégé. You taught him that shit and he killed my daughter with it!"

Elena began to laugh. She took such glee in seeing a member of Seattle's elite in pain. Agnes was just one of many that Elena loved to suck up too and then betray with a little sex, slap and tickle with their men or find their men the toys that they wanted… and all for a price. "Believe me, Agnes, if Katherine died, it was from her own hand. Carlos Balitrane would not kill for pleasure … it's not in the man! Katherine is dead because Katherine could not stand that her nobody friend from a hicktown won the grand prize of Seattle. Your little girl wanted Christian Grey and he wouldn't give her the time of day after he fucked her once. She spread her legs so fast for him, like the little whore she was!"

"Shut up, Shut up. Shut up!" Agnes screamed. She could not hear this. She would not hear this. She slammed the phone down not hearing the rest of Elena's tirade. Agnes ran from the room in tears and with another anger pitting in her stomach.

As Agnes Kavanagh walked to her vehicle another vehicle pulled in front of her. The back door opened up and a voice called her name. Agnes couldn't see who was beckoning her from the much appreciated sun shining into her eyes. She covered her eyes. "Who are you?"

"A friend who wants to help you."

Agnes started toward the car but stopped. This was how people ended up in the river or found years later stuffed into a fifty gallon barrel soaking in acid. "I tell you what, you give me a call at the office, and I will be glad to speak to you."

"No need." The voice said as a brown envelope was lobbed out of the backseat. "This will enlighten you. Maybe you will be able to come to terms with your daughter's death. Good day, Mrs. Kavanagh." The door was pulled shut by what looked like a man's hand and the car drove off.

Agnes didn't know the make or model and there were no license plates on the car. She carefully approached the envelope and then gently touch it with the toe of her shoe. Breathing hard from her anxiousness, she picked up the envelope, smelled it for gunpowder or anything suspicious. Slightly afraid, she opened the envelope tab and sighed in relief that the damn thing didn't explode. She pulled out photos of her daughter in different BDSM scenes with different men and a few women. All the photos were dated, going back into her daughter's past. Agnes wanted to scream but she was in the middle of a prison parking lot. Quickly she found refuge in her vehicle and went through the photos and a written report about her daughter's activities in Europe while on assignments.

"Blonde#582 is a well- educated woman and well traversed. She has very few hard limits and is not known to safe word a great deal. She is feisty when not in Sub mod and can be regarded as a suitable companion for dinners, high-society functions or even quiet weekends without the BDSM activities. She is highly intelligent and very adventurous in her life. Blonde #582 will make any Dominant very happy in and out of the bed. Highly sexual, does perform full oral, enjoys threesomes with males or females, and has anal experience."

Agnes closed her eyes and fought tears. Her daughter had a BDSM resume! She then found a message from the gracious benefactor who had given her this packet of information.

Mrs. Kavanagh,

It has come to the attentions of those who had business and personal relationships with your daughter that you are on a crusade to avenge your daughters' most unfortunate death. We, in the Community grieve for your loss, however, we must ask that you cease investigating certain people who had acquaintances with Katherine. No one is to blame for Katherine's death. Even though she was a delightful and favored member of our Community, we learned that she was fighting episodes of depression.

Mrs. Kavanagh, it would be in your best interests and the best interests of the memory of your daughter to let her rest in peace. These photos were taken with Katherine's consent and the permission of her then "Dom". She was never forced into any sexual activity nor was she beaten or abused. She was a well thought of young woman in our Community with many friends.

We hope for your compliance of our request and wish you well in your life.

Sincerely,

A Friend

Agnes started her car and drove to her home, her empty, lonely, home. A place that love forgot and only money and status was important. She sat in her car in the driveway for the longest time, then made her way into the Kavanagh Mansion. The place was so quiet. There was no life within these walls. There was no joy. Only money, status, and social power that didn't mean a damn thing! Agnes wandered into the grand parlor and switched on the stereo system which played her favorite assortment of classical music. She listened to the gentle tones of the woodwinds as the music soothed her soul. She stared at the unused fireplace and wondered why she had a fireplace but never used it. She began to laugh at her own silly thoughts. She laughed and laughed until she was sobbing on the floor. Her tears were hot and slid over her cheeks. With one last sob, she pulled a revolver from her purse and put the barrel to her temple. As the music rose to a crescendo, Agnes Kavanagh sent a bullet through her own brain. The blood mingled with her tears and stained the Persian run she fell on. Agnes was now with Kate forever.

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The dreadful news of the suicide of Agnes Kavanagh sent Seattle's society into a tizzy. Everyone was questioning why she took her own life. Her friends and acquaintances speculated that the death of her daughter, the divorce and her husband's quick remarriage, and the work load of running the Kavanagh media empire had broken her. "So sad" was heard in conversations in the beauty shops, or at lunches.

The funeral was private and only a graveside ceremony with very few people attending was held. Ethan and his fiancé, Maria stood together holding hands and on Ethan's left side was Ana and Christian Grey. Carrick and Grace with Carlos Balitrane and Ray Steele stood behind Ana and Christian. Taylor and his team were station around the perimeter of the gravesite for security. The press was cut off at the entrance of the graveyard by the police, a request of Ethan Kavanagh who wanted to bury his mother in peace. He had enough of the media world and he already had plans to sell everything and remain in New York City. His promising career was in the Big Apple as well as the woman he loved. Maria, who was now a published author, agreed to live in New York City with him and there they planned to get married.

"From dust to dust …"

The words spoken by the minister flew over Ethan's head. As with Kate's funeral he was numb. His family had disintegrated so quickly. His father didn't even bother to attend the funeral of the woman he was married to for so long. He sent a big spray of roses and that was it. There were no phone calls to offer Ethan fatherly comfort or even a note. There was only cold, dead silence like the cold, dead silent mother and sister that lay beside each other for eternity.

"Mr. Kavanagh, you have my deepest sympathies." The minister said in his soothing voice.

"Thank you, Reverend." Ethan responded with a small nod of his head. "Thank You."

As the Reverend stopped and talked to all who was allowed to attend the graveside services, Ethan felt a tear fall across his cheek. His mother and sister were dead. It was as if he finally understood. He felt Maria squeeze his hand and he looked at her with loving eyes. This was his life. This woman was his breath and together they would make their own family. He bent slightly and kissed her soft lips.

"Are you going to be alright, Ethan?" She asked softly with worry in her eyes.

"In time. I just have to accept the facts that I have no family." His hazel eyes went to the ornate tombstone that Agnes had purchased for Kate. It stood at least six feet tall. It was a marble tribute to Kate even with her image etched into the stone. "I love you, Maria. And, I am so grateful that you are here with me. I couldn't do this without you."

"You will never be without me, darling." She laid her head on his shoulder. "Ethan, I was thinking, since Carlos is here in the States, let's get married."

"Don't you want to plan a wedding?"

"I can plan a wedding in Las Vegas or Reno. I don't care to have the big production of a fancy wedding. All I want is you and your ring on my finger and my ring on your finger."

Ethan nodded. "Okay, then, Reno or Vegas?"

Maria couldn't help but laugh even though she was attending her soon-to-be mother-in-law's funeral. "We'll flip a coin later."