In the morning Pooh woke up still in his arms. He was awake and was watching her sleep. She smiled at him and rolled toward him and kissed him.
"I don't think I moved all night," she said, "You tired me out McGee."
"Damn, I was hoping that you'd be rested this morning."
"Well, I'm not that tired."
They made love tenderly again and then showered together. Pooh held him and cried and started to kiss him as if she was trying to stock up for a lifetime. He lifted her and he guided his cock into her and took her against the shower wall. She held onto him for a long time after they had both cum.
Roger dressed first; Pooh had asked him to get her knapsack that held her change of clothes, out of the Mazda.
He sat on the bed and watched her get dressed. She saw him watching her and stuck her tongue out at him with an impish grin on her face. When she was dressed she sat on the bed next to him.
"I've got classes this morning. I have to come into work a four. You'll be gone won't you?"
He nodded his head, "I have a couple of things to do this morning and then I'm going to start out. I'm going to drive until I feel like stopping."
She put her hand over his, "Will you always remember me?"
He pulled her to him and kissed her, "You know I will. How could I ever forget you? I just hope that you'll always remember me too."
She looked down at her hands, "A woman always remembers her men, especially if they're someone special like you."
She got off the bed quickly, "I've got to get going or I'll start crying. Send a postcard or something every now and then to let me know you're Ok."
He took out a card from his luggage and handed it to her, "This is my lawyer's number. He usually knows where I am or how to get in touch with me. If you ever need anything, get in touch with him and he'll arrange it."
She kissed him and grabbed her clothes and knapsack and was out the door before he could tell her goodbye. He went to the window and watched her get in the car. It was along time before she pulled out of the parking spot.
He went down to the restaurant and had two cups of coffee. He was waiting in his car when a teller for the bank unlocked the door. He went to the manager and had his business finished in about an hour and he walked out of the bank.
He drove back to the hotel and picked up his things and stowed them in the truck under the cap. He walked back to the restaurant and waited at the counter for the woman that was waiting on customers to come to the cash register. He handed her a thick envelope.
"Will you give this to Pooh when she comes in?"
The woman assured him that she would and he left the restaurant.
He headed the truck toward the police station. The sergeant that had been at the fracas between him and Henry was on duty.
"Sergeant, I'm getting ready to head out of town and I thought that I'd better stop and see if you needed me for anything else before I leave."
"I think we have everything we need from you right now. I have your lawyer's number. If I need you I'll call him and let him know. I don't think that Henry Simpson will come to trial in our state for a while. He's singing his head off for the DEA, trying to convince them that he is one of the most saintly people in New York."
"How is the other policeman doing?"
"He's my son. I guess he always looked up to his father and wanted to follow in my footsteps. He had his first operation on his face yesterday. It looks like he'll need three more at least. He hasn't been married that long. They just bought a house. His wife is going to have to quite her job to help her husband out. It's going to be rough on them for a while."
"Sergeant, you've got my lawyer's number. I'm going to call him on my cell phone as soon as I get back to my truck. Find out how much his mortgage payment is and what day the payment is due. Contact Hal and give him the information. I'll make your son's mortgage payment until he's able to come back to work. Don't let him give up his career, you know better than I do that we need good men on the police force."
The sergeant looked at Roger with a shocked look on his face, "Would you really do that? Can you afford to do such a thing?"
"Believe me sergeant I can afford it. If it hadn't been for your son, I might be at my own funeral today instead of heading out of town in my truck."
Roger saw that the sergeant had tears in his eyes, "Don't tell your son where the money comes from. Tell him you're doing it if you want."
"I couldn't do that."
"Well, tell him that a concerned citizen wants him to get back to work and the citizen is thankful that there are men like him on the force."
The sergeant stood up and shook Roger's hand and thanked him for helping his son. Roger left the station and got in his truck and headed for I-90. He got up to speed after he was on the highway and headed west toward Buffalo. About two miles before the I-81 South ramp, he had a notion to go into Buffalo to see if it had changed since he had last been there. He turned on the I-81 South ramp instead and started the trip south to Baltimore.
As the light started to dim he looked at his watch and saw that it was a few minutes after four. He knew that Pooh would be reading the letter.
Dear Pooh
I opened a checking account for you this morning. You're going to need some money for some of your graduation expenses and I know that the FBI expects you to dress in a professional manner. There's $10,000 in the account. You'll have to sign the signature cards before you'll be able to write any checks, so do that as soon as possible. I'll keep in touch with you as I travel. When I decide that I've had enough of this, I'll check to see if you made it into the FBI. I hope you do, you'll make a good agent. Hell, you'll be great at whatever you do. If you and the FBI don't hit it off, I'll probably need an accountant in my new business. I'll never forget you.
Love Roger
Hal had given him hell for throwing his money around. He had always
figured on giving some to charity, this was just a little different. He
could help the people he met as he traveled the country. He had more
than enough money for his own needs. If he only made a modest three
percent on his assets he'd be making about four hundred and fifty
thousand a year. Why not help out people that he knew would use it
right. If you gave the money to some national charity, they would only
wind up expanding their little empire. He turned the headlights on and
continued south on I-81.