Fritz was exhausted. It took forever to get El Torro. He was late. He tried to flee. He started a fight and wouldn't give up, even when he was cuffed and in the back of the car. He fought during booking. We had to put a bag on his head because he kept spitting. His lawyer couldn't even calm him down. His lawyer tried to quit. Fritz talked him out of hit. If I had to start over with a new lawyer, I would have shot myself.

Finally, he could come home to his house, peace and quiet.

"Brendaaaaaaa!" Bobby yelled. "Get out here. Breakfast time." Bobby made an endless stack of flapjacks, eggs, bacon, sausage and of course a morning Bloody Mary.

Brenda stumbled out of bed, into the kitchen, and grabbed some juice. Hunter barked. Joel followed and they sat eagerly in front of Hunter's bowl. This time, there was dog food. Much less exciting, but Hunter ate away and Joel helped.

Brenda grabbed a glass of juice. "I thought Fritzi would be home by now." Just when she finished her sentence, Fritz opened the door.

"Fritz, my man, grab a plate."

Fritz was not ready for such energy this early in the morning. He was, however, ready for the food.

Brenda walked up to him, gave him a kiss and grabbed his bag, putting it away in the closet.

I love seeing her in my shirts, Fritz thought to himself as he grabbed some pancakes and bacon and sat down.

"That's it." Bobby was bewildered. His plate was a mountain of everything.

Brenda went for the bacon and eggs. They made small talk. Bobby had another Bloody Mary. Fritz looked at Brenda who pretended not to notice. "Alcohol, what alcohol?"

"So what are your plans for today Bobby," Fritz asked, other than drinking yourself into another galaxy.

"I need to wash the car and get going on my job search, also take Hunter for a run. She was cooped up for far too long."

Hunter heard run and sat down right next to Bobby.

Brenda grabbed some more food and put away the vodka. She hoped Bobby's drinking wouldn't stress out Fritz too much. She put away the food.

"Boo," she whispered into Fritz's ear. "You look exhausted. Why don't you get some rest?"

He crawled into bed and passed out.

Brenda cleaned the kitchen and her brother went out back to wash his car.

Andrea had a crime scene to go to. Normally, she waited until they had a suspect, but Sharon called her and asked her to come.

She got out of her car and walked to the police tape. After putting on her booties and gloves, she came inside the perimeter. "How can I help you captain?"

Captain Raydor stared at what was left of a petite, blonde woman, Holly Prescott, had been strangled and left in a ditch. She had been facing charges for molesting a child who lived across the street. She went missing last year, and everyone thought she fled to Mexico. Apparently, she had been dead the whole time.

"ADA Hobbes. Thank you for joining us this morning. This is Holly Prescott."

"The Holly Prescott," Andrea was shocked. "I figured she was long gone."

"Apparently, someone decided to play judge, jury and executioner." deduced Tao.

"Saved us a lot of money." Flynn shouted. He was thrilled, nothing more nasty than a child molester.

Crass, arrogant, loud, Flynn was hardly a Rhodes Scholar, but Andrea couldn't stop thinking about him. He was tough and gritty. His heart was in the job and when he applied himself, he was a fast thinker. His looks didn't hurt either. Andrea tried not to blush.

"Why don't we go to the father's house, give him a medal, and we can all go home by noon?" Provenza was ready to do a happy dance.

"Miss. Prescott was never convicted. Let's try to remember that." Raydor didn't want to be there either, but she wanted them to at least act respectably.

Buzz taped the scene. There wasn't much to tape, or much of Prescott either.

Morales didn't know what to do with this woman. There wasn't much left of her. Without the scarf, he wouldn't have been able to guess strangulation. He was ready to call for an anthropologist and walk away from this mess.

"Can I go home? There's not much to autopsy."

"I will need a proper id. Fingerprints, DNA, whatever you can do with her. I want to make sure she didn't kill someone and leave her ID behind."

"Can I just leave her here?" he muttered. The body got loaded up, and they were off.

"Andrea, I'm going to need your help going through Prescott's file. I want to figure out everything we know about this woman."

"I'll bring everything to the squad room."

Andrea walked back to her car. She was slender, blonde and had a nice rear end. Flynn always noticed a pretty blonde.

"Provenza, let's set up a pool. I have a feeling this case could make me some money."

"Now you're talking." Somehow, they never got sick of these stupid schemes.

Sanchez said nothing. He didn't think this case was worth investigating.

Back at the squad room Andrea put up a timeline covering everything she knew about Prescott. Her father died when she was 3. Her mother remarried a Craig Wyatt when she was 6. Her half brother Craig Jr. was born when she was 9. She molested him when she was 15. She went to juvie and then to a mental hospital. Her mother divorced her stepfather while she was away. She sought to have her juvie record expunged when she was 28. Her brother showed up to the hearing and was thrown out for being belligerent. He told her he'd kill her as soon as look at her, and she ruined his life. Before the judge could rule, another family, the Gordons, came forward, alleging that she had molested their son. She had been indicted and skipped bail. She hadn't been seen since.

"Detective Sanchez, find Craig Jr. Lieutenant Tao, find out what happened to her parents. Flynn and Provenza, find Mr. and Mrs. Gordon."

Asst. Chief Taylor walked into the room, annoyed no one had called him. "Captain Raydor, I hear you have found Holly Prescott."

"We are awaiting a forensic match, but it appears that way."

"Did you call the, oh Andrea you are here."

"Yes. I am." Andrea was thrilled to be here on a lovely Saturday, looking for someone who murdered a child molester. What did I do to deserve this?

"The press will be all over this," Taylor harped. Who knows she's in our morgue?"

"Major crimes, Morales, his assistants, and the families will once we bring them in," Raydor answered. Can't he go play with his kids or something?

"Is now the right time?" Taylor was nervous. Brenda had created enough media storms for the LAPD. He didn't need anymore.

"I want to see their first impression," Raydor defended herself. "It's probable that someone will not be surprised to find out she has been dead all this time."

The team dispersed, all working on their quests.

Brenda wanted to do something nice for Fritz. He had a long day at work. She was sending Bobby and her friend Cory to a baseball game and tonight, she and Fritzi could have the apartment to themselves. She went to the mall and got candles, a table cloth, rose petals, new lingerie, and called Di Moro's, arranging to have a 3 course dinner that she could pick up and bring home.

On the way home, she picked up some sparkling cider and a box of chocolate-covered strawberries.

Fritz just woke up. He put on clothes and walked out of the bedroom, surprised to see Joel sleeping next to a dog.

Brenda left a note on the table. "Fritzi, went to run some errands. Will be home soon. B"

He opened the fridge and grabbed an apple.

Bobby came in. "Sleeping Beauty finally woke up." Bobby was gone almost as soon as he arrived. Parker appeared, and they were off to the Dodgers game.

Fritz sat down on the couch and opened the newspaper and read Peanuts, his favorite comic.

Brenda came home. She left everything in the car except for the berries. She didn't want Fritz to suspect a thing.

"What's in the box Boo?"

"It's just a present for a coworker. Anne's birthday's on Monday." Brenda could fib so easily; they just rolled off her tongue.

Brenda hid the box in the back of the fridge and took a shower. She wanted to be perfectly groomed for tonight.

She got out of the shower and dried off with a towel. Now to get Fritz out of the house.

"How about you take Hunter for a walk?"

"Why don't you take her."

"She likes you."

"She doesn't know me."

"She will." Before he knew it, Brenda handed him a leash, a poop bag and some snacks. He and Hunter were out the door.

Hunter loved outside, so many smells, colors, all the fresh air. She kept a fast pace, and Fritz better keep up.

I don't believe this, work all day and all night to be relegated to dog walker. It was nice to be outside though. The weather was warm and dry. The scenery was nice, and Fritz spent too much time sitting down over the past day. His limbs needed to feel alive again. Also, he wanted to get in better shape. Brenda could eat lard all day and stay thin. Fritz wasn't so lucky. He picked up the pace, and Hunter met the challenge. They went for a run.

Brenda changed their sheets and washed some dishes for dinner. She wanted to make sure everything was just right.

She hid everything for tonight in the guest room, knowing Fritz wouldn't look in there.

She called the restaurant. They were ready. She drove over to pick up the food. When she returned, Fritz had just pulled in. She left the food in the car and followed him up.

"Did you have fun?"

"It was nice," Fritz tried to stay non-committal. He didn't want to be the daily dog-walker.

"How bout you hop in the shower, and then we'll head out to dinner. He went into the bathroom.

Brenda got the food out the car and put it on the table. It came with those heaters to keep food warm. She started to the flame and got to work: tablecloth on, table set, candles in the candlestick that Croelick gave her (what it's a nice candlestick). Brenda went in the guest room and put on her lingerie and a little black dress to go over it. She left a suit for Fritz on their bed.

He got out of the shower and saw the suit. He didn't really want to go anywhere fancy. He would have been fine staying home, but he was happy that Brenda actually had time to go to dinner now a days.

He got suited up and headed out to the living room. "Where are we going?" He looked up and realized the restaurant had came to him. He smiled.

"I wanted us to enjoy the apartment to ourselves, so I sent Bobby to that baseball game."

"Baseball," Fritz feigned jealousy. There was no where else he'd rather be. Brenda lit the candles. Fritz brought over the salads and set them down. Brenda poured the cider in their glasses, and they toasted to each other. Claire was right. They were a perfect match.

Fritz told her about El Torro and his excellent behavior. Brenda smiled, glad to have him home, with her, alone. Hunter barked, well almost alone. She and her best friend parked in the kitchen, hoping for a treat.

They ate dinner, sausage with a broccoli rabe. It was excellent. "Have you thought about your wishes yet?" Brenda was curious as to what he would do to her.

"Maybe." Fritz wasn't going to give her any hints.

Brenda was not a patient woman. She wanted to get right down to it, but she had to wait. Curses.

They shared dessert, a genoise with marzipan in between the layers and tarfuto on the side. It was amazing. Brenda sat on Fritz's lap, spooning sweet cake into his mouth. He started to rub the small of her back. Her hips wiggled.

After dessert, Brenda grabbed the box from the fridge and brought them into the bedroom. She quickly covered the bed with rose petals.

Fritz followed her. His arms slipped around her waist, pulling her close to him. She smelled like peaches and rain. His lips found her neck and got to work.

Brenda loved the feeling of being close to Fritz. She slipped her hands over his and pushed him closer. After a few minutes, she turned to face him, her hands on his shoulders, his legs entangled with hers. Her lips found his, and her hands cupped his chin.

Fritz's hands slipped down to Brenda's thighs. They fell onto the bed, never breaking the kiss. Brenda started to get Fritz out of his clothes; first his jacket, then the shirt, belt, pants. He only had boxers and a tie left.

Brenda got up, leaving Fritz on the bed. She went to her closet, took off her dress and came back. Her breasts were covered in black lace and green silk, which clung tightly to her body. Her panties were the same lace and silk. She slowly returned to the bed and lay next to her husband. She gave herself to him.

Fritz couldn't wait. He grabbed her hips and pulled her towards him. His lips started behind her ears and made their way to her chest, right above her breasts. He covered her chest in kisses.

Brenda sighed loudly. She loved it when he touched her chest. She started to get wet for him.

His lips made their way to her stomach and then to her thighs. She quivered as his kissed her calves.

He roughly rubbed her feet. His hands worked from her ankles and up to her breasts. He carefully took off her bra and pulled her left nipple in between his teeth. He softly bit as his hands massaged her breasts. Brenda growled for more. Fritz bit harder, and she yelped. He switched sides, giving her right nipple the same treatment.

Brenda's hands were in Fritz's hair. She pressed his head down into her body. Her legs wrapped themselves around Fritz. She wanted him to give it to her.

Fritz slowly pulled her panties down to her ankles. He pushed her feet towards her head and started to push his fingers into her.

Brenda's hips started to buck. "Oh Fritzi!"

Fritz knew how long it took to get Brenda ready to cum, and he knew just when to stop short. He build her up just to stop.

Brenda grabbed his tie and pulled Fritz towards her. She kissed him roughly and hissed into his ear, "take me."

Fritz freed her ankles and slowly pushed his way into his wife. His hips aligned with hers, and her legs wrapped around his hips. She slowly ground against him, picking up her pace to match his thrusts.

His hands held down her shoulders, and he took control. He pounded away until she was about to cum, and he stopped, looking right into her big, brown eyes.

Brenda rolled onto her stomach, head down, ass up, her back covered in rose petals.

Now, how can I resist? Fritz thought to himself.

His hands found her hips, and he slowly pushed back into her. He made quick, deliberate thrusts into her, and she started yelling. "Yes, Frizi, Give it to me."

She was warm, soft and smooth. Fritz hammered her, pulling on her hair as he gave her what she wanted.

"Ooooh! Harder! Faster!" Brenda's hips bucked wildly as she drove herself into Fritz. He pushed her onto her stomach, and rode her roughly, his legs on either side of her.

Brenda's fingers dug into the sheets. She could barely hold herself still as Fritz pounded away. She was so close. "Make me come. Please!" She was desperate for some relief.

Fritz grabbed Brenda and pulled her on top of him. As he thrust into her, her clit ground against his pelvic bone. It didn't take long before she started gushing all over him. He kept pounding until he was ready to lose it, and he filled her.

They collapsed on the bed, drenched in sweat. After spooning for a while, Fritz picked up his wife and brought her into the bathroom. He turned on the shower and set her down. He lathered his hands and began roughly washing his woman. They started grappling with and groping each other, soap suds everywhere. Fritz started to get hard again. Brenda made sure of that. The water washed it all away, and Fritz cut off the shower.

He put up her hands into the wall and started to kiss her back. He worked his way down her body and he knelt behind her. He started to rim her.

Brenda gasped and grunted. This night had just begun. "Ohhh yeah." Brenda had always wanted this from him, but was afraid to ask. Her first husband thought it was weird when she wanted to get nasty.

Missionary position every Sunday, that was sex according to him.

Fritz got up abruptly. "Wait here." He went into the bedroom and came back with a bottle of lube. He slowly applied it to his wife, and his fingers got to work, one finger, then two, then three. She was almost ready for him. He rubbed his throbbing member with lube and slowly pressed it in her.

Brenda clenched her teeth. Fritz was larger than her previous boyfriends. She took short, shallow breaths, trying to relax for him.

He bit her shoulder, distracting her as he made his way inside. She felt amazing. He didn't know why he hadn't gone for it before, but he was there now, and he wanted more.

She pulled him to her for a kiss, and his lips matched hers. He put her hands back on the shower wall and his hands met her breasts. He rubbed them softly as she adjusted to him and he slowly began to thrust.

Brenda was loud, moaning and yelling. Her face was bright red and sweat started to drip from her forehead.

His hands reached her hips, and he began to pick up speed.

"AAAHHHHH!" Brenda was feeling a mix of intense pleasure and sharp pain. Her breathing got really heavy and it was hard to breathe. Slowly, the pain faded away, but the breathing didn't get any easier. She was panting and grunting loudly.

Fritz didn't want to lose it so fast, but he was having trouble. She was tight. He slowed down and started to kiss her neck.

Her breathing returned to normal, and Fritz picked up the pace again. Brenda started meeting his thrusts and slipped a hand down to her clit. She began to rub furiously. She was ready to cum.

Fritz pulled her hand away, leaving her frustrated. "You'll cum when I say so." He slowed down his pace, and once she stopped resisting him, he picked up again.

A few minutes later, she was again ready to burst. This time, he started to finger her and rub her knob until she exploded. She yelled and screamed as her body shook violently. Somehow, Fritz hadn't lost it yet, and he had an idea.

He led her to the bedroom, staying inside of her the whole time, and he lied down on the bed, pulling her on top of him. He began slowly rocking his hips back and forth and Brenda began to ride him. He grabbed her vibrator from the bedside dresser and told her to turn around.

Now, she was facing him, her eyes locked into his. He used the vibrator on her, causing her to yell and scream some more as she came again and again and again until she pushed his hands away. He smiled and waited for her to catch her breath before he finished her off.

He flipped her onto her hands and knees and began to pound her, hard and rough until he was ready to blow.

Brenda screamed loudly as her behind had never felt such an assault before. She didn't have enough coherence to form any words and yelled unintelligible phrases. Right after she lost control and started gushing on the already soaked sheets, Fritz grunted loudly and blew his load deep inside of her.

He collapsed on top of her, covered in sweat and juices. "That was 1," he said as he gasped for air.