Reading FacesbyDG Hear©
Not a lot of sex in this story. I want to thank Techsan for his editing of this story and also want to thank my good friend and fellow author Jake Rivers for his input.
"It was another day in the big city. A day to solve more crimes. You see, I'm a cop. My name is Joe Friday."
I love watching the old reruns of Dragnet. In an hour, Jack Webb and Harry Morgan could solve a crime. I wish it was that easy today. I'm a cop too, only I'm not on television. I've been on the force for fourteen years and love my job. The only thing I love more in life than my job is my wife, Lydia, and my two daughters. There is nothing in this world I wouldn't do for them.
I ran into a problem last Monday and am trying to deal with it. When I got home Lydia had my favorite dinner on the table. It was something she hasn't done for months. She then told me that she wanted to know if it was alright with me if she went out with her friends on Friday night. I usually wouldn't have a problem with that except she didn't look at me when she asked.
You see I have kind of a sixth sense about me. I can look at someone's face and know if they are telling me the truth or not. It really helped me in my career. I may not have always known the truth but I did know if I was lied to.
I have to laugh when I watch Judge Judy on TV when she tells the people, "Look at me! Don't look at the ceiling. Don't look at the floor. Look me right in the eyes when you talk." She points her finger at the people and then back at her eyes. I believe we both have that same gift.
Back to Lydia. She looked at me when she asked to go out but when I asked her who all was going she looked away and mentioned a few of her girlfriends' names. When I asked her if there was anyone else she turned away and said she didn't know. I knew she wasn't telling me the whole truth. I wasn't sure what to say next. To the best of my knowledge we never lied to each other. We had one of those marriages that everyone looked up to.
"Where are you all going?" I asked.
This time she looked me in the face. "We're thinking about going to Columbus to a couple of places. Barb's making the arrangements. We'll probably spend the night in Columbus. We don't want to be driving drunk or even slightly intoxicated. I'd hate to have to call you to bail me out of jail."
She tried to smile but was still hiding something; I just didn't know what. I'm almost positive she has always been faithful to me, but something wasn't right. I didn't want to come out and accuse her of anything. I had nothing to go on except her looking away when answering me. I needed time to think.
My girls came in and gave me a hug and of course I hugged them back. They always put a smile on my face. We all sat down and ate dinner. Lydia didn't look at me through most of dinner. I told her to go ahead and go if she wanted to. I would stay home with the girls. We'd find something to do. It'd been awhile since I did much with them.
How and when we met:
I met Lydia twelve years ago. My partner and I were on routine patrol and we decided to set up a radar gun in an area where we received reports of speeders. Jean, my partner - yes, she was a female partner and a good one; I would trust her to watch my back any day -- and I set up along side the street. The traffic was rather light and most vehicles were within five mph of the posted limit. One car I clocked at eight miles over the limit and waved it over. When I went up to the car I saw the cutest gal behind the wheel. It was Lydia.
She gave me a come hither smile and asked why I pulled her over.
"You were exceeding the speed limit. May I see your drivers license, registration and proof of insurance please." I was trying to act tough but I have to say she caught my eye. "Where were you headed so fast?" I asked.
"I'm a senior at the university. I was on my way there to take a couple of finals. I'm sorry, officer, but I thought I was doing the speed limit. Your radar gun must be off."
It was the wrong thing to say to me. I went back to the cruiser and started writing out a ticket. We have our radar equipment checked every day. If she would have just said I'm sorry or something nice like that I would have probably let her by with a warning.
Jean looked over at me. "Jerry, you're not giving that young girl a ticket are you? I can't believe you just didn't give her a warning."
"I want to see her again. I have her address here and maybe I'll stop by someday when I'm in the neighborhood," I replied.
"Are you nuts?" laughed Jean. "You really think she'll go out with you after giving her a ticket? You're one mixed up officer," said Jean.
"Jean, I stopped her on a traffic violation. I can't let her go and then ask her out. It just wouldn't be right."
I got out of the cruiser and went back to Lydia's car. "Sorry, Miss, but you will have to slow down in residential areas," I said as I handed her the ticket and her papers.
"What? No warning, you are just giving me a ticket?" she looked at me.
"You were speeding, Miss. You have a court date if you want to fight it," I replied.
"See you in court, officer," was the last thing she said to me.
A week later when I went to court she was there. Not the young schoolgirl with a ponytail but she was dressed like a woman ready to go out. She looked stunning in her low cut dress. She didn't look slutty at all but she definitely looked sexy. I guess she was going to try to entice the judge.
Lydia looked over at me and I smiled back at her. I could see she was ready to do her "I'm sorry, the officer must have made a mistake" routine until she saw the judge. It was Judge Hazel Hawkins.
When Lydia looked back over at me I had a big shit-eating grin on my face. I could see it made her mad but I also saw something more. Something clicked between us. I gave my statements and a report of the morning's radar check. Everything was in order. Judge Hawkins then asked Lydia her side of the incident.
Lydia knew she had nothing to back up any allegations and mumbled a few words. The Judge told her she was in the wrong and found her guilty of speeding. Judge Hawkins looked over at me. I knew she was wondering why I gave this young woman a ticket. She just shook her head at me.
I headed out into the lobby to wait on Lydia. When she came out she came right up to me and said, "I hope you're happy that you got your man. In this case a woman."
I smiled at her and came out with it. "Will you go out with me?"
"What? You give me a ticket and ruin my weekend and you think I'll go out with you?" she asked.
She was looking at me and I knew she was interested. "How did I ruin your weekend? It's not even here yet," I asked.
"I was going to go out with my classmates and celebrate passing my finals but now I have to pay the stupid fine you caused," she said.
"First off, you were speeding, and second I want to take you out and this weekend would be great. I'll take you wherever you want to go and it won't cost you anything." I knew I was winning her over.
"What about my friends? What am I suppose to tell them?" she asked.
"Try the truth. Tell them you had to pay a speeding fine and won't have the money to go out with them. Tell them the cop felt some remorse and offered to take you out for dinner and dancing and wants your hand in marriage," I laughed.
Lydia laughed too. "I'll take you up on the dinner and dancing but the marriage will have to wait. Let's see how dinner goes first."
"Okay with me but you're going to love me, I can see it in your face. I'll pick you up Saturday at seven. Is that agreeable with you? Can you wear that same outfit you have on also?"
"Seven's fine and I'll wear this dress if you promise not to wear your uniform. I don't want anyone to think I'm getting arrested. Need my address?"
"Nope, already have it. I've been driving by for a week hoping to see you."
"So it's you who has been driving by my house. My mom said that the police have been protecting our area more than usual. Isn't that stalking?" she smiled.
"If anyone else kept an eye on you, it would be stalking but I'm here to protect and serve. I was protecting your neighborhood from unwanted crime. I was protecting you and your family."
"My mom will be glad to know that. I'll tell her tonight so she can sleep much better knowing you are there," she smiled.
Our date was fantastic. Even though she was maybe 5' 3" about 115 lbs soaking wet and I was 6' 3" at least 220 lbs. we were like two peas in a pod. It was damn near love at first sight or at least first date for me. From that night on we became the best of friends. It was around two years later when we got married. Two years after that was when Kiera was born and a year and a half later we had Brittney.
Her mom and dad loved me and I loved them. My parents felt the same way about Lydia. We really were one big happy family.
After graduating from college Lydia became a schoolteacher. After the kids were born her mom would watch the kids for us during the day. We very rarely argued and we would always talk over our problems.
I would tell her about what cases I might be working on and she told me about the kids in her class. She asked me if I would do a safety talk for her class. Some of the kids were acting up and she figured that me talking to them might help straighten them out. She was right. Now, at the beginning of every semester I talk about crime and punishment to her class. Lydia told me that, when she tells her classes I am her husband, they're a lot better behaved.
We have two groups of good friends. She has the faculty and other school administrators that we go out and associate with. On the other side are my fellow officers and their families. We lead pretty busy lives but always make time for each other. I trust her and she trusts me. Our marriage has been built on that mutual trust.
I should mention that there are people out there who hate to see happy marriages. For some reason they will always try to break them up. Lydia and I have talked about it many times. We watch out for those situations.
I have never cheated on her even though there have been many opportunities. I guess a lot of women want to make it with a cop. If a woman gets overly friendly with me at a party I try to put a stop to it by being nice but forceful. If that doesn't work I look for Lydia and hang out with her. When that happens she will always give me a kiss and a little smile. There is no way I would ever want to lose her for a quick, meaningless fuck.
In our ten years of marriage I have been hit on a goodly number of times, so it stands to reason that a woman as good looking as Lydia has been hit on even more. I guess that most women figure they can handle it. A couple of times she has come to me and I would take care of the situation. I'll tell you about one of those times.
We were at a party and one of my friends' brother was bothering Lydia. She came up to me and said that Bill was getting a little too fresh. I asked her if he tried anything and she said no but he kept pushing the situation.
I walked up to Bill and he told me what a beautiful wife I had. I told him straight out, "Thank you, she's my life. If any man ever tried to put the make on her, I would have no problem killing him. There's a lot of ways to get the job done." After saying that to Bill, I waltzed back over to Lydia and put my arms around her and kissed her.
I asked her later if she had any more problems with Bill and she told me that he treated her like she had the plague. She asked me what I had said to him and I told her that I had told Bill that I loved her and that I would do whatever it takes to keep her. She told me it worked.
I had to talk to a few guys during our marriage. The rest of the cases I figured Lydia was able to handle. I truly believe that Lydia has always been honest with me.
There were a few times when we stopped going out with certain couples. If either of us felt out of place then we agreed the best thing to do was to get ourselves out of bad situations. Believe me when I tell you there are a lot of drugs and swapping going on in the world. I see a lot of it on a daily basis. I do my best to keep my wife and kids safe from any questionable element.
About six months ago a lot of things seemed to change. Now as I look back a lot of it was of my own doing.
Jean and I got a call of shots fired in a residential neighborhood. We were the first ones on the scene. I was about to enter the house and Jean was my backup at the door. With gun drawn I pushed the door open; it was unlocked. I entered the family room and all I heard was quiet and then a moan from a bedroom down the hallway. I slowly made my way down the hall and saw a light on in the far bedroom.
I walked in and on the bed laid a woman in a nightgown who had been shot at least three times: twice in her chest and the other in her forehead. On the floor in front of her was a man fully dressed in a suit with blood all over his chest. He had a gun in his hand. I saw him move and then he seemed to go unconscious. I took a couple of steps and kicked the revolver out of his hand. I was bending over to see if he still had a pulse when I heard a scream. It was Jean. I quickly turned around and saw Jean standing in front of a doorway across the hall.
I went to her and looked into the room. There were two dead kids lying on the bed. They were both shot once in the head. I about lost it myself. What had happened here? Jean radioed dispatch and asked for backup and an ambulance.
I was assigned to the investigation. It really hit close to home. A family destroyed, but why? The man was barely alive but unconscious. The paramedics rushed him to the hospital. The woman and two young children were murdered. The man still had the gun in his hand when I entered the room. Was it a triple murder and an attempted suicide? Was he the father and husband? This really hit me hard. The woman was Lydia's age and the kids were similar in age to my two girls.
What would make a man lose it and kill his family?
When I got home that night I greeted my family and hugged them. That night I made passionate love to Lydia. I told her I was dealing with a murder and it was bothering me. I might be home late for a week or so till I found out exactly what had happened. She told me she understood.
The days became weeks and the weeks became months. I was out of it. I stopped talking to Lydia and started spending my time at the club where the cops hung out. Looking back I found out that I had become paranoid and obsessed with this murder/suicide. I was thinking of Lydia and my girls whenever I thought of this gruesome murder.
In the next six months I put my marriage on hold. I watched as Lydia seemed to change. She stopped talking to me and was always yelling at me for going to the club. The more she yelled at me the more I went to the club. I could feel our marriage slowly falling apart but my mind wasn't comprehending what was happening to me.
In those few months Lydia seemed to dress sexier for work. I was watching her more for signs of infidelity. No, she wouldn't do that to me. My mind was making things up.
My supervisor sent me to see our psychologist at the station last week and she said I was talking to the wrong person. I should be talking to Lydia and explaining all this to her. Helen, the doctor was a good friend to both Lydia and me. She told me I should have a heart to heart talk with Lydia and she was sure Lydia would understand.
I got home from work and Lydia had steak and mashed potatoes on the table. This is when she asked me about going out with her friends on Friday. I wanted to talk to her about my problem but I could see this probably wasn't the right time.
I was scared. I was now wondering if my Lydia was going to have an affair, or if she already had. No, she would never do it, I kept telling myself. Our love for each other was too strong. I remember telling her that I would watch the kids Friday. I thought I was pretty much back to normal but wasn't really sure. I thought about telling her that she couldn't go but what would that solve? No, I had to come up with something different.
That night I tried to make love to Lydia. She pretty much lay there as I screwed her. It wasn't the same as I remembered. It was as though she was only doing it because I told her she could go out with her friends. God, I hope I was wrong.
Jean was out on a maternity leave so I didn't have her to talk to. I had a new guy riding with me that I wasn't about to share my problems with. I had to come up with something different.
When I got home I kissed my daughters. They hugged me back and both sat on my lap while we watched one of their kids programs. Lydia came in the room and said hello and that dinner was just bout ready. I was watching for any signs of change. I especially watched as she talked to me. I could still read faces.
While we were eating I mentioned to Lydia that I had an idea.
"What is it, Jerry?" she asked.
"Let's do a Plan B this weekend. Why don't you forget about going out Friday with your friends and we can take the girls to the amusement park and maybe even spend the night. We'll go out as a family."
"For six months you don't even know we're alive. Then, the one time I decide to go out with my friends because you don't want to ever take me anywhere anymore, you get this idea to take me and the girls somewhere. No, you make your reservations and spend some time with your daughters. I'm going out with my friends."
She was mad and started crying and went to the bathroom. The girls looked scared and asked if mommy was all right. I told them she was just upset; everything was okay.
"Daddy, are you still going to take us to the park on Saturday?" asked Kiera.
"Sure, Sweetheart, why not? We can go to the park and ride the rides."
"I wish Mommy could come with us," replied Kiera.
"I know Honey, but Mommy already had plans when Daddy thought about the park. We can't expect her to change her plans at the last minute."
I really felt bad for them. I shouldn't have mentioned it in front of them. They were just two little girls who loved their mom and dad. I decided I'd take them anyway. We would just make the best of it.
I was worried about my marriage. Because of my actions the last six months I felt that I was pushing Lydia away. Did I chase her away? Did I push her in the arms of another? I needed to do something without just coming out and accusing her.
When I go home Lydia told me she was going shopping to buy a few clothes to wear out on Friday. I wanted to scream out at her that she couldn't go, that we needed to talk. After she left I took the girls to McDonalds Restaurant to get something to eat. Lydia told me she was going shopping with her friend, Sally, and I did ride by Sally's house and saw Lydia's car. I felt bad checking up on her like that. It wasn't something that I was proud of.
After eating out with the girls we went home and they watched television while I checked a few things around the house. Maybe there were some e-mails or messages on the answering machine. I even went down to the basement and checked the caller ID on a phone we barely used. I did see a few strange numbers and wrote them down in case I needed them for future reference. None of the calls were received more than twice.
After Lydia got home she had a few bags of stuff. She took them into the bedroom. I asked her what all she bought for her night out and she kind of just looked at me.
"So now all of a sudden you're interested in what I wear?" asked Lydia.