Mike is a long-time supporter of procrastination and enjoys doing as often as he can.
The Story So Far
Janice James is a Private Detective haunted by the death of her son and a fractured psyche, forcing her to see her son Brandon as well as others. She and her estranged now ex-husband Bill are moving in together after a ceremony to honor their late son.
Janice was hired to help a man named Stanley Franco find out why his wife Ava is fighting a divorce. During the investigation, she stumbled onto a unique counterfeiting scheme designed to infect scanning machines allowing the user access to a company's funds. When her client was murdered, Janice turned her case over to the local police. She contacted someone from the secret service with help from her mentor, a former police officer named Sean. In the process, she found herself being watched by the FBI and Ava, a woman that isn't who she appears to be.
Ava took a small motel room in Green, Ohio, hoping to regroup, knowing if she did doesn’t fulfill her contract, she will be killed. She was hired to spread the counterfeit money around, allowing her employers to have access to banks and other large companies.
- Private Voices: Part 05
Janice recalls how she and Bill met as she tells him what she knows about her most recent case.
The funeral moved to Sean's bar, where he opened a bottle of Jefferson sixteen year Presidential Select and poured everyone a small glass of the bourbon.
JG said, "I don't drink dark liquors."
Sean replied, "don't worry babe, I'll make sure you get home."
JG smiled a little and took a sip.
Sean said, "I'm just not saying which home that will be."
JG downed the bourbon then said, "dream on old man."
Bill asked, "you know she's underage, right?"
Sean replied, "the bar is closed for the night, and yes, I know, but I would rather she was under me."
Janice said, "OK, I think that one was just a little too far. You need to dial it back a bit."
The mood at the table turned a little somber and stale.
After her third shot, JG just asked out to no one, "is it hot in here, or is it just me?"
Both Bill and Janice looked to Sean, who just shrugged then said, "no, that one would just be too easy."
JG started to dance in her seat, then she got up and took her jacket off, but Sean stopped her before she could take the shirt off.
Sean said, "so, maybe you are at your limit."
She put her arms around him, then kissed him.
JG said, "why don't we go find a quiet place and have a little May October sex."
Sean smiled saying, "it would be more of an April December thing."
Janice, with her keys in her hand said, "we'll take her home."
Sean, in a move that was as effortless as it was unbelievable, brought his arm around JG and picked her up.
He said, "no, that's OK. I said I would see her home, and I will. It can be fun to play around with words, but I couldn't see actually doing anything with a girl that is the same age as my granddaughter."
Neither Bill nor Janice was in any condition to drive, so they went up to Janice's office, where she had a pullout couch. The couch was as old as the office, and it was the very place where Brandon was conceived on a long-gone mattress. The new mattress was an air mattress with a built-in pump. As the pump did its job, the two undressed. They helped each other because they both were having a hard time undressing. While trying to unhook Janice's bra, Bill brought her close and hugged her. Janice opened her eyes and saw the empty place where the urn was, then the two-year-old Brandon in the corner with his hands over his eyes.
Bill whispered into her ear, "I love you, and I always will."
Janice said, "We should put Brandon to bed before we do anything."
She then passed out. Bill looked at the corner where Janice was staring and saw nothing but an empty space. He helped her into his button-down shirt then into bed, where he joined her where the booze finally caught up with him.
Janice woke up with a splitting headache and sandpaper where her tongue should be. Next to her was a bottle of aspirin, a bottle of water, and an energy shot drink. She took four aspirin with the water then drank the energy shot down. She was still in Bill's shirt, but she couldn't remember how she got it until she realized she was at the office. In a small conference room across from her office, she found Bill marking papers.
With all her strength, she asked, "so what are you doing?"
Without looking up, Bill said, "I'm questioning my life choices."
He then looked over at Janice and said, "I'm grading the papers of a generation that thinks "because" is an answer."
Janice smiled, then said, "it can't be that bad."
Bill handed her a paper from the top. For the question, what effect social barriers had such as the black codes have on the overall culture. A student wrote, "Obama is the prez, so none of that matters anymore."
Another wrote, "I think that it is wrong for a white cis male to teach us about such topics."
Bill tapped the paper saying, "that girl is so white she makes me look ethnic."
Janice looked at the name on the paper. "C. Diana Howe, isn't that Tom and Nancy's daughter? Oh, come on… what was her name?"
Bill smirked then said, "I told her if she keeps this crap up, I'll start calling her Cybil."
JG called, saying she won't be in until the drum solo in her head ends, so Janice decided to take the day off. She helped Bill with his papers then the two went apartment shopping. They ended up at the Studio City apartment complex near a park and the river. The place was a little dated, but the rent was cheap, and an apartment was available right away. They put money down on a two-bedroom apartment with a den. One bedroom would serve as an office for Bill while the den would work as a satellite office for Janice. Much like Janice was doing, Bill said he would leave everything behind and start fresh. It was easier for him because he didn't have much. His little shoebox apartment had no television or much of any kind of comforts. It was a place for him to sleep and not much more. The management wanted a day to clean so they would get the keys tomorrow. With the place picked, they went and spent the rest of the day furniture shopping.
Janice swayed back and forth on top of Bill as the two made love. She liked being on top, and he liked being with her. JG sat in the outer office with headphones on wishing the day would be over, and they could move into the apartment. The air mattress was almost as loud as Janice. Janice stopped swaying when she heard the copier running. She looked at the clock and saw it was nine in the morning.
She said, "Bill, aren't you going to be late for work?"
Bill pointed to the date on the clock saying, "it's Memorial Day."
JG knocked at the door to the office then said, "your ten-o'clock will be here in an hour, should I call and reschedule?"
Janice picked up a blanket and covered her and Bill.
She said, "just open the door."
JG opened the door, seeming a little shocked, then recovering said, "this guy called last week and made this appointment and."
Janice put up her hand saying, "I will be ready for him… maybe put him in the conference room when he gets here."
JG smiled and replied, "not a problem."
She then cocked her head and said, "so that is what a circumcised penis looks like."
JG closed the door. Janice looked behind her to see her backside, and Bill's lower half was not under the blanket.
Janice looked to a red-faced Bill and said, "you hear her, we have an hour. Let's make some noise."
The Next Part
- Private Voices: Part 07
Janice takes on a new client and a case involving blackmail. The case takes her into the path of danger.
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