once upon a yesterday

Thank you for the reviews, lovelies! Of course, the more reviews I get, the bawdier the boys will be in the future. They don’t suck face because it was predestined, people, and they definitely don’t su… Okay, you can see where my train of thought is right now. I’m too honest to pretend to blush, so lets just say I backtrack that statement. *g* I’m just playing with you guys. Tell me what you think of the characters and the style of writing… Tell me if the idea behind the storyline is acceptable… and enjoy!

once upon a yesterday: innocent propositioning

‘Asshole.’ It was the only thought that stuck in Wes’ mind. Blake had called him gay before, but this time it really stuck in his craw. “You know what? Fuck you.” Wes laid his head against the window of the car and stared at the buildings with their large neon lights.

Blake chuckled and shook his head, as he glanced at the young man sitting in his passenger seat. “I was just saying that I had never seen you with a girl and you would have to pretend to be this young woman’s boyfriend. It’s also pretty widely known that the kids in the Butler family are little vixens and sluts, not just beauty queens.” Blake looked back at the road and swallowed. Wes was pissed. The total feeling of disdain was practically coming off of him in waves. He had probably gone too far this time. “Let me just brief you and you can tell me what you think.”

Wes nodded and sighed, as he messed with the visor in his lap.

Blake wasn’t sure where to start, so he decided to start with the problem. “Amanda Butler received a threatening letter a week ago where the person stated that he couldn’t wait to bend her over the hood of his car and taking a paddle to that ‘beautiful’ ass of hers. The next part I wquotquote.” Blake cleared his throat and growled. “You’ll try to scream and cry, but that will be difficult without that lying serpent’s tongue of yours.”

Wes and Blake sat in silence for a moment. “Do you think it’s an ex boyfriend out to scare her?”

“Perhaps…” Blake bit the inside of his cheek and shrugged a shoulder. “Or it could be a real danger. Maybe it’s just a jealous beauty queen or a pissed off family member. We’ll figure it out.”

Wes nodded. “Tell me more about the family.”

Blake took a deep breath and started on the story of the Butler family. “Amanda Butler is the youngest of three daughters, all of which won many medals and trophies for their talent, grace, and beauty. Lorelei was a dancer and a painter. Now she is in New York working on what she considers her ‘opus’. Imagine it… twenty-two years old and ‘made’. Roxanne, also known as Roxy, is the punk rock cellist who plans on making an appearance in Kansas’ comeback tour in the year 2008. She’s just biding her time at Julliard, until they call her up and set the date.”

Wesley chuckled and shook his head. “You may be an ass, but you’re a funny ass.”

Blake agreed silently, but continued on with the flow of information. “Roxy is also a die-hard feminist, with a Mohawk and nineteen piercings, one for every year of life that she has had to endure. Then there is Amanda, called Mandy by the men in her life. She is a young woman of exceptional beauty and phenomenal stupidity. She has an IQ of 123, which is excellent, but her ability to comprehend the obvious is… not apparent. She can solve a Rubik’s Cube, but she can’t clean the floor without mopping herself into a corner.”

“Tell me about the father and the brother.” Wes looked over and saw the shit-eating grin on his partner’s face. “What?”

Blake shrugged a shoulder. “I was hoping that you would get interested in this case.” Blake took a deep breath and turned right on the next street. “Mr. Butler is a good man with a large pocket book. Therefore, he donates a lot of money to charity, while donating his children’s time and talents to pageants and parties set up for charity’s sake. Lorelei has painted murals for orphanages, Roxy has played concerts for the Save the Children Foundation, and Mandy has dated many, many young men who are down on their luck.”

Wes was awed at the kind of world these girls had grown up in. They were beautiful, rich, talented…

“…and well sexed.”

Wes looked at his older counterpart and quirked a brow. “What was that?”

“The girls, especially Amanda, like to go to clubs that are known for their decadent and physically gratifying themes.” Blake hung a left at the next stop sign and almost immediately turned left once more down a long, winding driveway.

Wes chuckled. “Do they take the time to repent on Sundays?”

Blake shook his head. “Only the stepson. I’m not sure about him. He’s seems to feel guilty about something. The dad takes him to Saint Mary’s every Sunday for morning mass.” Blake stopped the car outside of a three story, red brick house, with white shutters. “Here it is.” Blake looked at Wes, who was wearing an incredulous look. “I know. It’s kind of small, huh?”

“It’s humongous. Who cleans this place?” Wes opened his car door and took a step toward the house. “So, how am I supposed to remember how to get here?”

Blake smirked, as he took a step out of the car and looked at the house. “You were too busy being pissed at me to pay attention how to get here?” Blake shook his head and feigned a sigh. “You won’t have to worry about that, anyway. You are going on Fall Break next week, right?” Blake waited for the nod and continued. “Mandy keeps her boyfriends at the house over Spring and Fall Break. You’ll be living here for the next two weeks.”

Wes’ jaw went slack. “I couldn’t. Grandma Sue…”

“Will agree fully that this is the right course of action.” Blake smiled, sweetly. “You’ll be a deterrent to anyone who might want to hurt the young lady, while I will be the one searching out the actual threat. All you have to do is exist and coexist with this nice rich family… if they agree, that is.”

Wes shook his head and started to grin. “I think one of them are staring at me from the doorway.”

Blake squinted and grabbed his glasses out of his pocket. He slipped them on and grinned. “That’s the stepson. Let’s go make nice.”

Wes looked over at Blake and smirked, before slamming his door shut and joining his partner. They walked up the paved pathway and smiled at the young man, who stood staring at them. “Hello, I’m Wesley.” Wes stuck his hand out and waited for the young man to shake it. In turn, Wes looked like a fool for about twenty seconds. He brought back his hand slowly and nodded. “Uh-huh…”

Blake patted Wes’ shoulder and grinned at the boy in the doorway. “We’re with the Nevada State Police. We’re here about your sister’s case.”

The boy looked at Blake and then at Wes. “I’ve seen you talk to Richard about those things, but…” The boy pointed at Wes and stated matter-of-factly. “He’s too young to be a police officer.”

Wes sucked on the insides of his cheeks and looked the boy up and down. He was a bit shorter than Wes, standing rigid at about 5’9” and 155 lbs. He had floppy brown hair and big blue eyes that suggested innocence and other childlike qualities.

“Like what you see, sugar?” The boy sneered at Wes and flinched, suddenly. “Don’t sneak up on me like that.”

Wes looked up and saw a young woman standing behind the boy at the door. “Hello, are you Amanda?”

The woman laid her hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Jess, it’s okay. Let them in.” The woman smiled at the younger boy and motioned for the men to enter. “He’s a little protective since that letter and the phone calls.”

“Phone calls?” Wes followed Amanda and the other two men into the house, through the hallway and into the living room.

Amanda took a seat on a stool and pointed at the couch and loveseat. “Have a seat, gentlemen.”

Jesse sat on the couch and kicked his feet up, taking up the rest of the space provided. He looked up at Blake who was seating himself on the loveseat and then at Wes who stood to the side, idly. “I can move my feet back, if you like.”

Amanda giggled. “Jess must like you…” She paused for a moment and looked as if she were contemplating the reason for living. “What was your name?”

Wes ran his fingers though his hair, bashfully, and smiled. “My name’s Wesley. I’m an auxiliary officer down at the police station.”

Blake sat back and sighed. “I have a plan that may bring your stalker out of hiding.”

Amanda tossed her long golden hair behind her back and huffed. “Are you sure we want to do that. As long as he is hiding, he’s not actually hurting me.”

“As long as he’s hiding you’ll be living in fear… and my bed.” Jesse dropped his head over the arm of the couch. “Will your plan involve moving her back to her own bedroom?”

Blake laughed and Wes shook his head, as the girl grunted in a most unladylike fashion. “Your room is closer to my dad’s room. I feel comfortable there.”

“And until further notice, I’ll have to get comfortable in a room decorated with posy pink wallpaper and unicorn figurines?” Jesse rolled his eyes and grunted. “That sucks.”

Amanda smiled at her brother and shook her head. “That’s life. Lorelei and Roxy had their share of crazy fans and stalkers. Now… I guess it was just my turn.” Amanda stood up from her seat and smoothed down the front of her short strapless dress. It was little more than a thin towel, clinging to her long, shapely form. She walked over to her stepbrother and ruffled his hair, before heading toward the kitchen. “You guys don’t mind if I leave you, do you? I have a prior engagement with the sauna and my dad would be more suited to talk to you about this sort of stuff, anyway.” Without another word, Amanda left the men to their silence.

Jesse finger combed his hair and sighed, gustily. “I’m starving. Are you guys going to be around long?”

Wes looked over at Blake, who shrugged. “I’m not sure. I guess it depends on how long it takes to convince your father that we know what we are doing.”

Jesse slipped his phone out of his pocket and hit one of the quick dial buttons. “Hello, this is Jesse Lawrence-Butler. Yeah. Same as usual, but I need two. Uh huh… No, I want delivery. Thanks. Bye.” Jess looked at Blake and shrugged. “Hope you guys like pepperoni.”

Blake nodded. “Pepperoni is good.” Blake looked over at Wes and made a face. “You’re vegetarian aren’t you?”

Wes shrugged a shoulder. “I can pick off the meat. I’m a big fan of pizza.”

“Do you abstain because of religious beliefs?”

Wes looked at the boy, oddly. “What’s that?”

“Why don’t you eat meat?” Jesse sat up and motioned at the empty place on the couch. “Is it religious reasons, health reasons, or political reasons?”

Wes took the proffered seat and looked down at his khaki shorts, with a sly grin on his face. “I lost a bet. So… I haven’t eaten meat in seven months.”

“What type of sadistic person makes that the punishment for losing a bet?”

Wes and Blake passed a look between them and grinned. “My grandmother.”

“Oh?” Jesse smirked and pushed himself up on his left arm. “How would she know that you are following the rules?”

“She knows.” Wes chuckled and sighed. “How old are you, Jesse?”

“Nearing eighteen. How about you?” Jesse dropped back on the couch cushion, crossed his arms across his chest, and frowned.

Wes smirked. The boy didn’t like being asked personal questions. “I’m seventeen, as well. You have a girlfriend?”

“I’m getting over a messy relationship. And you?”

‘Well, you just pull that smart ass attitude off with flying colors, don’cha?’ “I’m a eunuch. Blake performed the surgery himself, as a sign of good faith to your father. We wanted him to know that I wasn’t here to screw his children.”

“Children?” Jesse quirked a brow and grinned, before shooting a look at Blake. “What did you do with the…” Jesse nodded at Wes and snickered.

Wes' jaw dropped, slightly. Had he said 'children'? He had meant 'daughter', of course...

Blake almost laughed at Wes' obvious inner dilemma, but he held it back by trying to ignore the boy. He turned toward jesse and shrugged. “I’m keeping it in a small freezer. We have to reattach it before I give him back to his grandmother. She’ll skin me, otherwise.”

Jesse grinned and closed his eyes. “You guys are weird.”

“It’s good that they can make you smile. I had just about given up on it myself.” An older man of about fifty walked into the room, wearing a pinstripe suit and expensive dress shoes. “I’m Mr. Butler.” The man walked up to Blake, who was now standing, and shook his hand. “Nice to see you again, Mr. Silverdale.”

Blake smiled, warmly. “Your son invited u sta stay for pizza. I’m off the clock and Wes here is never on the clock, so…”

Mr. Butler smiled and nodded. “Of course, you both are more than welcome to stay for supper. I wish I had known, though. I would have had something better than pizza prepared.”

Wes shook his head and smirked. “I think we’ll manage. Thank you, anyway”

Jesse looked at his stepfather, squarely. “Can I have a beer?”

Mr. Butler looked at the boy and sighed. “How many have you had this week?”

“Let’s see. It’s Friday.” Jesse made a show of counting on his fingers and grinned at his patriarch. “None. I had one glass of wine on Sunday after church, but nothing sense then.”

Mr. Butler shooed the boy and shook his head, when his stepson headed toward the kitchen. “I have to keep close tabs on the alcohol and prescription medicines. He’s prone to overdo it. Just like his mother.” Mr. Butler looked over his shoulder, toward the kitchen, and then at the two ‘cops’ in his living room. “That’s not what you’re here about though. What’s our plan of action? Do you have any idea of who would threaten my daughter?”

Blake asked the man to take a seat in the cushioned chair, before sitting across from him on the loveseat. “We don’t know who is threatening your daughter, but we do have a plan of action, Mr. Butler.” Blake motioned at Wes. “How do you feel about putting up one more teenager for a few weeks.”

Mr. Butler looked unsure. “How is this supposed to help our situation?”

“Wesley would be a deterrent, mostly. We would have him pose as your daughter’s boyfriend, which in turn would make a stalker more wary of making any sort of move.” Blake smiled at Wes, who was looking past the father toward the open kitchen. Amanda and Jesse were in there talking and laughing, over a couple of drinks.

“He’s very young.” Mr. Butler looked over his shoulder to where Wesley was staring and then shook his head. Of course, he already had an eye for Amanda. It was expected. “What are his credentials?”

“He grew up in the pe ste station. He has had years of Bondo and he can shoot a gun better than most cops I know.” Blake grinned widely. “Not better than me, of course.”

Wes’ attention was dissuaded from the two in the kitchen, and he glared at Blake.

“So you see, he is specially trained to serve and protect.” Blake winked at Wes. “He may even be able to help your housekeepers clean up around the place."

Wes narrowed his gaze at the older officer and cursed silently. ‘Asshole.’

TBC

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