Don't see that everyday in this district.

Caitlyn noticed it as soon as it turned the corner down on Luke and third, it lacked the normal rusted patina that the majority of the motor vehicles from around this way normally shared, that was the first thing, the second and probably more obvious was the fact the vehicle was European in make, Mercedes to be exact, what model Caitlyn didn't know, late model-yes, blingy - definitely. The fact that it was now stopping outside their and more to the point, their down-stair neighbours premises made Caitlyn smile inwardly, "Jen, come and look at this, will ya! This ain't gonna be still parked there when they get back."

Caitlyn was pointing at something down in the street, Jen took her time walking over to where Caitlyn was standing, she was still trying to get her head around the need for the inane questions and answers about her high school history on this damn 'Request for a Fire Arms License' form. 'What the fuck are they gonna need to know about my early school life for', part of her brain was telling her it was just another wind up from the clowns that thought that Cait' and her were wasting their time starting a PI business, the other part of her brain told her that she smelt her Father's involvement in this somewhere. She'd rarely seen him come unhinged the way he did when she'd revealed her plans to him, hadn't really expected such a strong repulse to the idea. Rather than deal with it and the inevitable fall out, she'd turned on her heels not bothering to even look at her Father and without shouting turned her head so that her father couldn't misunderstand what it was she wanted to say, "Fuck you Daddy, Fuck you very much!"

As she slammed the door to his Den, she realised it did a damn good job muffling whatever it was the old man had said in response. All that was two days ago as she reached the window that Cait' was looking out, she realised the irony in it all now, it wasn't the car although she knew whose it was in a flash, Caitlyn wouldn't know she had never met the women, but no that wasn't it either. It was the driver. At just over six foot and six inches his fine black muscular features and beautiful face made him so ruggedly handsome Jen could just about feel them in her hands. The strong powerful thighs she had come to wrap her hands and arms around in various positions, that large powerful chest with its hairless tight skin and those arms that could hold her whole body upside down so that she could tease him with her mouth as he did the same to her.

She mentally shook herself as she realised her friend was stood looking at her with a quizzical look on her face, Caitlyn spoke first, "What?"

"Oh, just damn and damn, Cait'."

"OK, Why?"

"The guy is Jerry, Jerry Paul and the blonde that just got out of the back, well she's my Mother, Jerry and Mum, get it damn and damn."

Caitlyn wanted to grab Jen and yell down her throat, 'No, I don't got it' but on reflection she realised Jen was obviously trying to sort out the facts to tell her. That was typical Jen, she could be all blasé and confusing in one mouthful and revealing and logical with the next, Caitlyn knew when it came it would be worth waiting for, only trouble was they didn't have all day.