The Way Forward

Sunday

Michonne's arms raised above her head grip the underside of the headboard. Rick's expansive hands press her thighs wide and firm against the mattress as he drives into her ferociously. "Damn…this is some good dick," she moans luxuriously.

Sweat pours from him onto her glistening skin, "I am getting all of this good pussy," his lust filled eyes watch the bounce of her breast and the wanton way she licks her full lips.

"Yes daddy…Knock the bottom out," she groans before her orgasm attacks. Her body trembles; she brings her arms down to beat at the mattress with clenched fist. Her hips lift violently off the bed and a keening scream tears from her throat.

"Uh-huh…you better come on this dick," he commands never easing his relentless pace.

"Rick…oh God…hold me-please…again-I'm coming again," she begs.

He slides his hands around her back and pulls her to his chest. Michonne jerks, twitches and gasps against him before falling limp within his arms.

Rick lays her on the bed and swipes her locs away from her sweaty brow. "You good," he rasps.

She opens one eye and shakes her head at his swaggering demeanor. This big dick, bow-leg man knows exactly what he put on me. He kisses her temple, "Get some sleep," he instructs spooning behind her.

Michonne wakes with a jolt and looks around the room. "Good afternoon," Rick greets with a tray full of food. "I have fruit, your new favorite tuna on wheat and a cranberry slushie," he smiles.

She clears her scratchy throat, "Slushie?"

"Yeah…you mentioned it yesterday when we were setting up for the reception-tell me what you think?"

She picks up the small bottle and waits for the icy liquid to fall on her tongue. Her eyes light up. "You are a genius…this is so good," she gulps down even more.

Rick laughs, "Oh I know…I am the next Steve Jobs-freezing juice. Enjoy your lunch…we have an appointment in an hour," he informs.

"We do?" she mumbles with a mouth filled with sandwich.

"Yep, I am going to get cleaned up," he kisses her forehead and heads into the bathroom.

Daryl enters his bedroom and doubles over in laughter. Sasha jumps up and down on the bed wearing on a pair of his socks, "What are you doing?"

"I don't know…but it's fun," she teases between breaths.

"Well, when you are done…I need Sasha the investigator," he requests.

She plops down and lands on her butt. Her titties bounce as she lands on the bed, "What's up?"

"I need to think through my consultant office stuff…budget, location. Do you mind helping?"

"Of course not," she pats the space next to her.

"So, there is a vacant spot above the pawn shop. I thought that would be good for agents and operatives to be able to blend in with Emmitt's clients," he shares, "Plus there is a back entrance/exit and an alley."

"Smart," she nods.

"I can hire a part-time assistant for logistics, reports-you know, but who do I pick? This is confidential and undercover. If I bring in someone new to Kings' County the grapevine will light up," he states his challenge.

They both quietly contemplate solutions, "I got it-Jesus' Boo. Everyone know him and Jesus already helped with your last FBI operation so he is aware of the risks and issues; plus he hates his job," she flashes a winning smile.

Daryl turns and kisses her, "Thanks…you always make me better."

"Since you are the best it is the easiest job in the world," she brags.

He places the papers on the night stand, "Now…let's get back to those bouncing titties," he directs with a big smile.

"Are we visiting OG and Ms. Jolene?" she asks peering out the window.

"No…I think we got lucky," he offers cryptically.

Michonne's forehead wrinkles, "What?"

"There is a vacant house where the kids throw wild parties at least once a year. The family moved the dad out a few years ago. Anyway, breaking up the disturbance and hauling the kids away was one of our calls this week. I contacted the son and asked if they were interested in selling," Rick explains.

Her head snaps to the left, "So this is a fixer upper?" she clarifies skeptically; imagining worse case scenarios of graffiti and broken windows.

"A little…the kids never go inside…that is not the draw-you'll see," he attempt to explain.

They pull up and park in a cul-de-sac in front of the older, worn, southern beauty. Rick watches her face as a smile begins to form. I knew she would like it. They exit the car, "Chase, good to see you. Did you come straight from the airport?" he calls out while letting Michonne out of the car.

"Rick, it's been forever. No, I came in yesterday. Here is the inspector's report," he approaches handing over a binder.

"Where are my manners…Chase, this is my fiancé Michonne," he introduces with pride.

"Nice to meet you-this house is amazing. Is that a chandelier in the foyer?" she inquires looking up through a high window.

Chase skillfully hides his surprise. Whoa…that is definitely not Lori. "Yes…let's go inside." He leads them up the stone front pathway.

The door creaks and dust floats around them as they enter. "The first floor has all the old-school elements: parlor, formal dining room, library; yada-yada. The second floor was re-modeled to meet the needs of our growing family: Jack-and- Jill bedroom/bathrooms, family room, gas fire place in the master suite," he gestures above his head. He guides them to the back door, "Here is the problem."

They walk onto the back porch. The backyard is a kid's oasis: an overgrown, un-kept mini-park. The pool is a disaster area; the grass is ankle high; the shrubs and flower beds are a tangled mess; one of the swings is broken. Red cups, empty liquor bottles and trash litter the ground. "I love this house but it needs TLC I can't give it from a distance. I tried hiring a service but without a property manager to check their work-what you see is what I got. Take as much time as you need. I will be inside reliving memories," Chase turns back into the home.

"Rick…" he interrupts quickly.

"Hear me out…he has a budget for repairs…we both have homes to sell. Yeah, it's a lot of house and a lot of land but the way I see it; we move once and fill it up with babies and a full life. I mean…it's a bicycle ride from Grandma and Pa-Pa's house," he shrugs bashfully and shuffles his feet.

Could he be more adorable? Michonne wraps her arms around his shoulders and neck before whispering in his ear, "Show me our new bedroom after we show Baby G the nursery."

Rick leans back and punches a fist in the air before letting out a loud whoop. Michonne burst into raucous laughter.

Monday

Andrea destroys her home room by room. She is frantic. I have to find those recordings. She maintained the inventory list personally. Mike requested a DVD when he left town but he has too much to lose to allow its release; but where were the other two? Who had them and more importantly what would they want in exchange? "Helga, clean this shit up," she demands.

Helga enters and looks around the space. Every drawer is opened and the floor is covered with discarded items. She looks at the lady of the house. Andrea's blonde hair is a tousled mess and her face is flushed. She is unraveling.

Philip Blake dressed in a tailored suit with his ankle monitor still in place stands next to his attorney facing the Georgia State Ethics panel. "Mr. Blake do you understand the consequences of your choice to surrender your license to practice law for the next two years? The chairperson requests clarification.

Philip grimaces, "I understand my decision. I am remorseful and want each of my upcoming action to reflect positively on our profession and demonstrate that no one is above the law," he grits out the written statement crafted by his legal team through clenched teeth and a tight jaw.

Rae-Ann carries her meager box of belonging down the corridor to her new cubicle. Her excitement was barely contained. After spending much of her young, adult life as a spoiled party girl she was making a way for herself based on some actual hard work. She is greeted by her new supervisor, "Welcome to Kings' County Courthouse and the Court Recorder's pool."

"Thank you so much. I am eager to get started and put my training and certification to use," she responds with a big smile.

"Great…we could use some fresh faces. Settle in, see me if you need anything. Your training begins tomorrow," the supervisor explains before turning to exit.

Rae-Ann starts to unpack. I wonder what happens next.