Chapter 4
Franky
Jack doesn’t know that as a military cop I have had to face countless situations that most people would ever have to resolve.
Most people don’t remember that they have an emergency pull cord that hangs down from the trolley section of the automatic garage door opener. If the door is unlocked, you unplug the motor and pull on the cord pulling the door fully open.
Yes, I have had that experience. I once had a criminal try to shut me in his garage. He was taken quite by surprise when I was in his face ten minutes later putting him in handcuffs.
I was walking towards the front door when a fancy Mercedes 550SL pulled into the driveway with a good looking older man grinning at me. “Mylo told me you were a looker but I had no idea you were this stunning,” the man flirted as soon as he stepped out of his sports coupe.
“And who might I be talking to?” I asked the forward man who was presently eye fucking me. “My name is Daniel Piper. I am your neighbor about a quarter mile west of here,” he answered.
“So, you know my mother?” I asked. “Yes, we have spent some nights together,” he answered. That sounds like my mother. Spreading her legs for anyone in the neighborhood who will have her.
“Maybe we could go out to dinner?” Daniel offered. A smile washed across my face. Won’t Jack be pleased that I have hooked up with one of the neighbors so quickly. I send Jack a text.
Jack…Hey, I accidently got locked in the garage. But no worries. I knew how to get out on my own. Guess what? I met our good looking neighbor Daniel from west of here. I have accepted his offer for dinner. I have no idea how late I’ll be. Don’t wait up.
I smile broadly as I hit send. That should rattle his cage a bit. I saw how he was looking at me since I arrived.
Jack
Damn, she hasn’t even been home 8 hours and she is hooking up with a neighbor already. I have heard about Daniel. What a player and pussy hound he is.
There was one time when Mylo got too drunk that she confessed that she had fucked Daniel on several occasions before we met. Said he was a charmer and a silver tongue player.
When I go out to the garage, I found that she has disconnected the garage door motor and used the pull cord to get out. Most women would not know that. I guess being a cop of any sort you would learn stuff like that.
I would bet that she went out to dinner with that creep to get even with me for shutting her in that garage. Fuck her! She had no reason to say what she said about my bike.
For a moment, I consider hiding her Harley somewhere since she left the garage door wide open with her bike in clear view.
Instead, I repair the garage door motor and lower the garage with the controller.
Not only will that code lock the garage, I have a pad lock on the door as well for when I am away from home on book signing tours.
I hate leaving my Hummer in an Airport parking area so I lock my vehicle up and take an uber to and from the airport.
Franky will not be able to get her bike out of the garage until I unlock it for her. This part of the 8 car garage is separate and on its own. She won’t even be able to get to her bike from the other part of the massive garage.
Franky
The dinner was in a nice restaurant. We had a good meal and shared a bottle of wine. Like most men, Daniel spent most the evening talking about himself. I found him to be a blowhard player.
I again smiled broadly at what Jack must have thought when he saw that I opened the garage. “THE GARAGE, I LEFT IT WIDE OPEN WITH THE KEYS IN MY HARLEY,” screamed in my mind.
“Take me home. I need to go home now,” I blurted out. “Did I say something wrong?” Daniel asked curiously. “No, I left my bike unattended with the keys in it…I need to go now,” I answered.
Quickly, Daniel paid our tab. It seemed like it took forever to get home with him just driving the speed limit and getting stopped by every red light.
I was greatly relieved when I saw the garage door closed. But is my baby inside? “Thanks for the dinner Daniel, I’ll tell my mom you were nice to me,” I called back to Daniel as I climbed out of his sports coupe and shut the door.
My heart fell when I saw that there was a pad lock on the door.
Now I have no way of knowing if my bike is in there.
Wait a minute. There is a side door that opens into the garage.
It’s probably somewhere near the kitchen.
I am thankful that the front door is unlocked.
I did tell Jack not to wait up which might have insinuated that I wouldn’t be home tonight.
Once I was in the house, I quickly found that door in the kitchen. Since it was locked from the inside, I was able to enter the garage through that door.
I was greatly relieved when I saw my baby right where I left her. The key is still in the ignition. But, I will not be able to take the bike out of the garage with that pad lock on the outside. Instantly, I feel anger at Jack for this.