A New Dawn

Today started like any other day. My internal alarm clock woke me at 5:00 AM. I hit the bathroom and then the kitchen and by 5:15 I was on the back patio doing naked calisthenics on the mat while my coffee brewed. As I finished basic body punishment and moved into Wing Chun forms, Mary Beth came out of her half of the house and joined me on the patio. An avowed lesbian, Mary Beth nevertheless seems to enjoy watching me shadow box in the nude. Or maybe she just enjoys the company.

"Kind of humid to be exercising outdoors today, isn't it?" she said. True, sweat was already streaming down my body.

"Yeah, but there are always excuses not to work out," I said, launching a kick and spinning away from the ghostly counterattack. "Nobody said life would be easy. If I get soft it's gonna bite me in the ass pretty quickly."

"Such a nice ass, too," she said. "You could almost get me to bat for the other team. Almost."

My amorphous opponent was getting the better of me so I moved in and launched a salvo of punches to his neck, then grappled him to the ground and finished him. This wasn't part of the form, but I was inspired. I stood up panting, grabbed my bottle of water, and sat down next to Mary Beth. Breathing hard, I said "I wouldn't want to lead you astray. I could put up that fence..." When I'd moved in and met Mary Beth I'd told her about my nudist tendencies and offered to put a fence up dividing the duplex backyard so that she wouldn't have to see me in all my glory. She'd laughed and refused, and she laughed again now.

"My mornings would be pretty dull if I couldn't watch you swing your cock all around battling bad guys," she said. "Saves me lots of money on DVD rentals."

"And why in the hell is it that you want to see cocks in action when you're only into women?" I said.

"Shit, I can't explain it," she said. "Guys have power that we don't have. There's that sense of being taken... just taken. Some women can muster that power, but not many. I kind of fantasize about being taken that way. Just... being unable to control it."

I grabbed my cock and swung it around while I wiggled my eyebrows, Groucho Marx style. She laughed out loud.

"Okay, maybe there needs to be an element of subtlety," she said.

"Coffee?" I said.

"As always, you bet," she said.

I walked to my kitchen and did the thing with the French press and made Mary Beth's coffee the way she likes it. Three sugars, too much cream, and Kaluha.

In the light of the kitchen she examined me. "You're almost too perfect," she said. "Your body has no flaws. Nicely in shape, muscular, no hair, great ass, nice big cock... Why don't you have straight girls over all the time?"

"I work hard to stay in shape, yeah," I said. "Average cock -- six inches. And as for relationships... I'm not going to date other cops, and I'm not going to date girls we pick up or citizens we deal with, so..."

Mary Beth was still staring at my cock. "It's not the length, it's the thickness. And yours is nice and thick and has a sweet fat head on it."

I stared at her until we both started laughing. I walked over to her and hugged her and she hugged me back. I sat down.

"I just want you to be happy," she said. "I love you, Johnny, and I want you to be happy."

"I love you too, Sweetie," I said, stroking her hair. "And I want me to be happy, too."

It was Monday so at 7:30 AM I brought in donuts for my Robbery-Homicide compadres at the Pacific Area Division. As a lowly Detective 1 I felt it was my duty.

"Johnny Cakes all around!" Nelson said. Nelson was the station's fairly old, very experienced, very black Sergeant II.

"Here we go," said Meyer, a Detective III and my boss. He rooted around in the box until he found the unglazed buttermilk bar. I always get one just for Meyer. He's hypoglycemic.

My specialty is Robbery-Homicide crimes. When we're light in that area I help the beat cops with whatever. In certain special circumstances I get pulled away from general duty to my adjunct posting with Metropolitan Division, D Platoon: Special Weapons and Tactics team. The SWAT team is usually a permanent and full-time assignment for officers but my background in Army Special Forces and my experience leading guys into battle convinced the SWAT Deputy Captain that I was an asset, if only a contingency asset. It meant I got to train with the team at least twice a month, an opportunity for which I was grateful.

"Dear Jesus, we thank you for giving my little yellow friend the opportunity to bring us donuts since he has no detecting talents and can't hit the broadside of a barn with an MP5. Amen." Meyer bit into his buttermilk bar.

"Meyer, I thought you were Jewish," I said.

He favored me with a glance while he chewed. "Yeah, so? Jesus was a cool guy. Just another Jew gone astray."

The phone rang. Meyer picked up. "Robbery-Homicide."

He listened for a long time. "20 minutes," he said and hung up the phone. He looked at me.

"What?" I said.

"It's güvenilir bahis Manny. It's finally happened."

I sat back in my chair and let out a long breath. "Who?"

"We don't know, at least not officially" said Meyer. "Beat cops got a call from his daughter early this morning. Guys broke into the house last night and took him out. He hid her in the attic. Lucky, or they would have taken her out, too."

I thought about that. Yeah, they wouldn't have wanted to leave witnesses. My brother had been the money man for the Los Angeles branch of one of the biggest Mexican drug cartels for years until one day, just a few months ago, he had walked away from it all. Since then both the Feds and the city cops had been working him, trying to get him to turn and testify on his former employers. I don't think he ever would have, but somebody didn't want to take a chance that he might.

Meyer finished his buttermilk bar and stood up. "Off we go, Johnny. I'm sorry for your loss."

"No big deal. We were close once but haven't been for a long time." I got up and we headed out to the parking lot and got into the Crown Vic.

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Fifteen minutes later we were at the crime scene, my brother's beach house in Playa del Rey. With the money he had, why he never moved farther away from LAX was a mystery to me. The street was packed with black