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An Erotic Vineyard Mystery serial. Starts slowly, but the passion
builds as the plot unfolds with romance. A Texas vintner meets a lady
in blue at a private club. Sparks fly and tensions build as they tease
each other, or as his brother would call it, doing the "Do Me" dance.
Then tragedy strikes close and as they explore their relationship, they
also find something new as a sexy cop becomes part of the dance. Has a
real plot and three dimensional characters. It's more than just a
wanker.

Read this story on several sites and vote on each for me. Voting for my
stories encourages me to write more. Remember to vote for each chapter
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"The Lady in Blue"

An ongoing saga by Wine Maker
(C) 2005 by Wine Maker

Chapter Seven: Never drink alone

Hawk's point of view

The gloved hand seemed to come from out of the darkness behind the
door, slamming my head into the doorframe as it choked me. I fell to my
knees, sprawling, my head ringing. My gun thudded heavily as it fell
into the room and onto the carpeted floor. The glove was black leather.
Odd how that came through but I couldn't seem to see the person. With a
second crack of my head against the wall, I fell hard to the floor,
stunned, as my attacker rushed out. I struggled to my feet and stumbled
toward my fallen weapon and then out the door. I felt something trickle
down my face. I wiped it away - blood. The bastard had made me bleed. I
*hated* bleeding.

The hall was empty when I staggered out. Fuck me! *That* had to have
been the killer! Only one way he could have gone. I ran down the hall
and when the ladies room door opened, I had it covered. Lisa screamed
like a B-grade "Scream Queen" when she saw my weapon pointed at
her.

"Someone was in Calvin's office. Where are the stairs?"

Lisa pointed down the hall about twenty feet. I heard her running after
me as I yanked the door open and ran down the stairs. I saw no one in
the lobby so I ran outside, into the street. Nothing. Shit! I kicked
the mail drop box in frustration.

Lisa came out the door behind me. "Are you okay? You're bleeding!" She
pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed at my forehead. "You need to go to
the hospital."

I holstered my weapon. "Screw that! He was right here! In Calvin's
office! Why?" I waved her off and started pacing. "We need to call
Galveston PD and let them know. They need to take over on this and
search his office."

I pulled out my cell and dialed 911. In a few minutes I had passed the
details into the hands of GPD dispatch. The first uniform was here in
less than ten minutes. The next hour had them asking all the questions
I wish I had answers to.

Then I heard the most God-awful redneck drawl come from behind me. Just
what I *didn't* need. Last year's first runner up for Dick-of-the-year,
Detective Lieutenant Dick Murphy, Galveston PD. I could tell he was not
happy to see me on his turf. That's fair. I didn't particularly like
him either.

Murphy leaned on the running board of the ambulance where the paramedic
was treating the gash on my head. "So, Detective Hawkins, I see you
still don't understand that your big city badge don't mean squat on my
fair island. Why didn't you have GPD provide an escort for you? We not
good enough for you? Not smart enough to keep you from getting your
head bashed in?"

Murphy knew just how to torque me up. "This wasn't supposed to be
anything more than a visit to look for leads on a homicide in Houston
that she and I are working on. She had all the authority we needed to
be there. If I had any idea that someone was here that shouldn't be, I
would never have gone in. Then again, it's not *my* job to secure this
building, is it?"

Murphy shook his head. "I don't care about what you thought." He stuck
his face into mine. "I know you. You're a hotshot that thinks she knows
better than everyone else."

"I bet you wish you had a dick as big as your ego, don't you, Dick?
You don't mind if I call you dick, do you, Dick?"

Murphy put his hands on his hips. "You talk a lot of shit for a stuck
up bitch that's in a lot of trouble for working out of jurisdiction.
You should let some man show you what you're missing. Then, maybe, you
wouldn't be such a piece of work."

I laughed sarcastically. "Is that your answer to everything? Find a
man and all my problems are solved? No thanks. Women are safer."

Murphy laughed back in exactly the same tone. "Really? Then why did
your last girlfriend dump you? Oh, I forgot. She left you for a *man*.
That must be rough, having a lover switch to the other team. Do you
think you drove her straight?"

I felt the rage rise up from deep inside me. The pain, the hurt, the
anguish. Suddenly, I was trembling and felt tears burning behind my
eyes. My gaze locked on Murphy's face and I felt my fist clenching. I
could see him smile. He wanted me to take a swing at him. Well, it had
been a year since my last suspension. It might be worth it. I came off
the gurney but the paramedic held me back.

"That's enough. Back off."

The three of us looked over in surprise. Lisa stood there, her hands on
her hips. "I have the authority to have her here. It was my decision to
bring her with me to go through my files." She leaned in on Murphy.
"She's told you what happened. Twice. I've told you what happened.
We're done here. Do you understand, Detective? You're finished and
we're leaving as soon as the paramedics release her. Don't make me have
a conversation with Captain Gonzales about this. The department has
firm rules on sexual harassment. Is that clear enough for you?"

Murphy looked like he wanted to argue but swallowed and nodded. "Yeah,
I guess that's clear enough, Miss Davis. I'll go take care of the crime
scene." He stalked off, pissed as hell. I knew how he felt. I've been
there before. All cops hate mouthy lawyers; but, God, what a mouth she
had on her.

The paramedic slapped my shoulder as I looked at Lisa in surprise.
"Detective? You're done. The bandage will hold that cut for you. If it
starts bleeding again or if you have any dizziness or blurry vision, go
to the nearest hospital. I *mean* it." I nodded at him and hopped down.


Lisa slid an arm around my shoulders and we walked off towards the
parking area. "Can you drive? Do I need to call a cab?"

I shook my head. "No, I can drive. Do I need to take you back to
Ted's?"

Lisa nodded. "Yes. I called him and he's worried about us."

At the bike, I slid my helmet on with a grunt. My head still ached.
That pissed me off. I really wanted a rematch. Next time I would not go
down so easy. The bike started with a roar when I kicked it off. As
soon as Lisa slid behind me, we were out of there and on the road.

"You shouldn't have lied to him." I said. "That could come back to
bite you."

"If I told him you were digging in without him, you would get in
trouble. I'll tell a white lie to save a friend some grief." Lisa
chuckled. "Besides, now I have leverage."

I smiled. "Why do you need leverage on me?" I sped up and passed
around the cars a little fast for the speed limit and felt her clutch
me tighter.

"I'm not going to sit back and wait for someone to tell me who killed
Calvin. You're going to let me into the investigation." She sounded
smug.

I shook my head and immediately regretted doing so. "Bullshit. I am
not going to put you in danger. I'll cut you out if I think that is
the best for you, even if that means you turn me in and I catch
hell."

"He's just a case to you. To me, Calvin was my best friend. You need
*willing* help down here and you are not winning any friends, if you
catch my drift."

I stewed a bit at that but was forced to admit that she had a real
point. Winning friends and influencing people was not one of my strong
points. Reluctantly, I nodded. "If I do, it's under my rules and at
my discretion."

"What rules and what discretion? I'm going to be involved whether you
"let" me or not. I'll take a leave of absence and dig in without
you if I have to. You want to keep me safe? Then don't force me to work
alone. I know how to investigate and I can do this with or without you.
Tell me if that's what you want."

Shit. I'd catch hell for letting her in or letting her get hurt. She
wasn't as tough as she wanted me to believe. She had cops to do the
real legwork and dig into the scum. "Let me think about it."

Lisa was quiet as I drove into Houston. Interesting how the tables had
turned. Now I had things to think about and didn't want to talk. We
each had something we wanted that the other didn't want to give into,
it seemed. This was making my head hurt more.

I pulled off the freeway and started into the area near the Juice Box,
Minute Maid Stadium, home of the Houston Astros. I wasn't in shape to
make it to Ted's.

"Where are we going?" Lisa asked.

"My place. I think you will need to call Ted to come and get you. I'm
feeling a bit wiped out and it's not safe to drive a bike when I don't
feel like driving."

"Maybe we should take you to the hospital," she said. "If you
feel that badly, it might be best."

"No way. I fucking hate doctors and hospitals are where people die.
I'll be fine." I drove past the condos and into the small housing
development that had grown up near the renovated area. A click of a
button and the garage door slid up. I drove in and parked next to my
car. The little blue Accord was okay but it wasn't a Harley.

After Lisa dismounted, I slid off and put my helmet on the seat. I
opened the door and shut off my alarm. Sliding off my jacket, I hung it
by the door on its peg. "You want something? A beer?"

Lisa had her cell phone out. "Do you think drinking is the right
thing to do in your condition? It might make things worse."

"Can't make it much worse," I said with a sour laugh. "The
paramedic said there was no concussion so you don't need to worry. I'm
a big girl."

Lisa shrugged and I pulled a beer out of the fridge for both of us,
just in case. She was talking to Ted, asking him to come and get us.
She prompted me for the address and gave him a rough set of directions.
It would take him an hour to get here on a good day.

When she hung up, I handed her the beer. "I'm sorry that I can't get
you home... Or rather back to Ted's." Silly mistake. I really wasn't
thinking straight. I already had her and Ted as an item in my head. I
guess I had already surrendered that fight.

Lisa walked around my rather spartan living room and examined the
shelves. "Do you mind if I look around? I find I can tell a lot about
people by looking at where they live."

I shrugged. "Suit yourself. Not much to see. Does that mean there's
not much to me?"

Lisa laughed. "No, that just makes what is there more important."
She wandered slowly, looking at the scattered knick-knacks. She stopped
next to the television and was looking at the small-framed drawing. I
had forgotten it was there.  If I was prone to embarrassment, that
would have made me blush. It was a hand drawn rendering of a woman's
sex, open and aroused.

"You don't have any pictures but you do have this," she said,
picking it up to examine more closely. "That tells me something. It
means a great deal to you." She looked over to me. "Did you know
that pictures tell us more about ourselves than we do? A lack of them
tells me that you don't have someone you are close to right now."

I took a deep pull of my beer. "That was drawn by Sharon, my last
girlfriend. She was a great artist." I laughed bitterly. "Among
other things."

Lisa sat down in the chair next to me. "Tell me."

I felt myself closing in. "It's not important. She's gone. She's
happily married with a little boy."

Her hand clasped mine as she leaned over. "No, it's important. She's
still in your heart or you wouldn't still have the drawing. Was she the
girlfriend that Murphy was talking about?"

I nodded. Amazing how empty that made me feel, even now. "Yeah. She
and I were together for three years. Then one day, she wanted to have a
family. A real family. One with children. A husband, not her lesbian
lover. I suppose she had been hinting for months and I just didn't
hear her." Did I really sound that bitter? I thought I was done with
that. I shook my head angrily and again regretted it. Pulling my hand
from hers, I started into the kitchen and picked up a bottle of vodka.
If I was going to talk about this, I needed something more potent than
beer.

Lisa gave me a look of reproach, but didn't say anything as I poured
myself a double. She waited until I was sitting again to continue.
"If she hurt you so badly, why keep the drawing?"

"Because it's all I have left of her." I swallowed hard and drank
the double in a gulp. "She left me and it was as sudden as if she had
died. I thought she loved me. She told me she did. Like an idiot, I
believed her. For people like me, there is no love."

"Bullshit."

I couldn't help but chuckle at the profanity. "That's my line. Look,
Lisa, it's different for you. Society doesn't frown on your very
existence. As a lesbian, everyone hates me. The religious types tell me
I'll burn in hell. Women avoid me like a leper and men feel
threatened by me. They think I want to steal their wives. Only among
other gay people do I feel like I can talk freely about anything."

Her eyes twinkled. "You seem to be talking just fine to me."

"I'm hurting and getting drunk. I'll probably offend you before Ted
gets here." I poured another drink.

"Is the drawing of you?" Lisa asked.

I looked over the glass at her and nodded. "Yeah. My inner portrait.
Do you want to know what she did to get me ready for it?" I asked
with a challenging tone.

She blushed and shook her head. "No. What's important is that she
made it with love. You still love her, don't you?"

I shook my head. "No."

"Liar."

The glass shattered against the wall before I even realized I had
thrown it. "What the fuck gives you the right to come in here and
call me a liar?" I shouted, standing up and stalking back and forth.
"Can you read my mind, know what I think and feel? Hell, no!" The
tears I held back earlier started to burn again. "God dammit." I
stalked into the kitchen and got some paper towels. When I turned
around, she was right behind me. Her arms wrapped around me and I
stiffened.

"Shhhhh," she said softly. "I don't want you to hurt. I wish I
could take away the pain."

I cried and laughed at the same time. "Nothing can take away the
pain. Not even sleeping with you."

I could see tears in her eyes and she smiled. "No, not even sex can
take away the pain of losing someone." She held me close and my
throat closed up. I don't know how long I cried on her shoulder. I felt
like Sharon had just left me that morning. All the pain tore at my
insides again.

She led me back to the couch and poured herself a drink of vodka. She
looked me in the eye and tossed it back. Then she just held me.

I cried again until, as suddenly as they came, the tears were gone and
I felt drained. Emotionally drained. I considered kissing her and I
rejected it. I didn't need a sympathy fuck, even if I could have lured
her into my bed that way. I needed to be wanted for my own merits, not
given into for sympathy. Even if I didn't scare her off. Pushing her
back, I wiped my face.

"Why is it all the good girls are straight?" I joked. "I find one
and she has a man in her life. What is it that men have that I don't,
besides a package?"

"Is there a serious question buried in that humor-as-a-shield
protective coating?" Lisa asked, pouring a drink for both of us.

I was already feeling a bit tipsy but I drank it anyway. "You mean
there's really an answer? Yeah, I want to know. I've never understood
why I couldn't give Sharon what she wanted. I mean, we could have gone
to a fertility clinic or something like that. If you know an answer, I
want to hear it."

Lisa downed her drink. I could see the alcohol flush on her, too. I
think we were both a little over the legal limit. Maybe that explained
it. I couldn't understand why I even started talking about Sharon. Or
why we had veered into this deep philosophical discussion on the
differences between men and women.

"I wish I did have a clear cut idea, Hawk. I'd make a mint if I did.
I don't know Sharon at all and I am just getting to get to know you. I
like what I have seen so far. You're strong, resourceful and loyal.
That's the inside. The outside is pretty good, too."

I laughed derisively. "I have no tits or hips. I look like a man,
just smaller."

"Bullshit," she retorted. "You're beautiful and I'm not the only
one that says that, I'm sure."

"Did Ted say that?" I asked incredulously.

She flushed. "I'm not going to say who said that, just accept for the
sake of this discussion that someone out there thinks you're
beautiful." She cocked her head. "What if it was Ted? Does it make
you uncomfortable to have a man find you attractive?"

I felt my face heating. "I'm a lesbian, how do you think it makes me
feel?"

"I don't know, that's why I asked. What attracts you to a woman,
Hawk? Not her body, what's inside her. What traits?"

I took a deep breath and forced myself to relax. "Loyalty. Someone
who likes me for being me. Someone honest. Someone that can love me.
And what do you look for in a man, Lisa?"

She smiled. "Just about the same things. Isn't that an interesting
twist? The same things you want in a woman are the same things I see in
Ted. I bet he looks for the same things, too."

"Men and women are not the same. I'll bet you've noticed the
differences," I said smartly.

"Oh, I've seen the differences but in the end, people are people.
Eliminate the physical. People love each other for what is inside, not
on the outside," she said.

"Then why don't more women like you want women like me?" I asked.
Immediately, I regretted asking it. I waved my hands. "Never mind.
You didn't want to talk about that. I forgot. I'm sorry. Just drop
it."

Lisa poured us one final drink and took the bottle back to the kitchen
on unsteady feet. When she flopped back down, she handed me my glass
with a shaky hand and we tipped them back. The liquor burned as it went
down. The warmth from inside was finally beginning to make me feel
human again.

"Why don't you see things like that in men? I've seen you in their
world. Tough, confrontational."

"Well..." I started.

"You asked me earlier if I had ever thought about making love to a
woman," Lisa continued. "Have you ever thought about what it would feel
like to make love to a man?" I started to tell her what a stupid idea
that was and she just waved me to silence.

"No. I want the "why." Think about it. I promise to think about your
question and give you an honest answer but I want the same in return.
Deal?"

This conversation had taken a turn for the bizarre. How the hell could
she ask me that? She knew I was a lesbian. It was unnatural but I
nodded slowly. "Okay. I already know the answer but I'll get a reason
for you."

"No!" She shook her head emphatically. "I want you to *really*
think about it. Honesty is not a knee-jerk response. It is not the same
as rejecting what is not familiar."

"Are you trying to set me up with a man?" I asked, not really sure
of where this conversation was going."

She colored. "No."

I leaned forward, a bit unsteadily. If I were sober, I would never have
the nerve to ask this. I may never have the nerve to ask it again.
"What is it like," I asked curiously. "Making love to a man? If
you believe Penthouse Forum, it's the best thing since sliced bread.
What makes it any better than, say, a woman with a strap-on?"

Lisa reddened deeply. "I don't know, but I doubt there is a whole lot
of  physical difference, except for the tits. It's in the emotional
connection. That's what makes sex with a man that I like good. I'm sure
it's the same with women, too."

"But they come. Isn't that gross?" I shamelessly asked. I had been
curious. "Especially blowjobs. It can't be as nice as going down on a
woman." She became so red, I was sure I had pushed too hard. "Never
mind. That's a bit personal."

Slowly, she shook her head. "No. Obviously, I don't know about going
down on a woman, but a blowjob is almost more intimate than sex.
Holding it in my hand, kissing it. It tastes like him."

"Ted, you mean," I asked?

She shook her head and giggled. "He went down on me but I still
haven't gone down on him. I want to and I think I will in the morning.
I'm sure it'll be great. The come can be a bit bitter but it is a
part of a man's most inner self. I don't think it tastes too bad but it
*is* an acquired taste." She looked at me more closely. "I've
tasted myself but I'm curious. Do all women taste differently?"

I smiled, surprised. I guess she was going to be thinking about it.
"Tasting it on your fingers or someone else isn't the same as tasting
a woman right from her source. It is different for each woman. Some are
sweet and tangy, others a bit more musky. I know that when I go down a
woman, I make her arousal my personal project. I guess like you would a
blowjob."

She nodded. "It is. I can't describe it."

There was a knock at the door. Both of us started at the noise and then
giggled. My God, I giggled? What the hell was wrong with me? I must
have drunk more than I remembered. I staggered to the door and opened
it. Ted was standing there, looking a bit worried.

"Ted! You made great time! Has it been that long? Come in! We were
just having a drink! Have one with us!" I slurred.

I grabbed his hand and pulled him inside. The damn floor was moving and
I swear I felt the carpet reach out and trip me! I grabbed his other
hand for balance as he was leaning through the doorway and it must have
caught him off balance. We both tumbled to the floor. When we landed, I
realized that he hadn't lost balance, he was trying to cushion my head.
How sweet! His hands held my upper body and kept that damn floor from
hitting me. I laughed. It was so funny.

 From a few inches away, he smiled at my drunken buffoonery. "I think
I better help you out to the car."

I frowned. "Why? I can go to bed here."

He shook his head. "No, you're hurt and you'll feel like shit
tomorrow. Lisa and I talked about it and if you don't want to go to a
hospital, you get to go sleep at my house and we'll keep an eye on
you for the rest of the weekend. I insist."

It was finally seeping into my awareness that he was laying on top of
me, his hips between my legs. It was almost an intimate embrace. I felt
an initial flush of revulsion and blinked. Then I forced myself to stop
and consider this from outside my box. I had never even had a man
between my legs. Did I really find it  revolting or was I just
prejudiced?

I knew some lesbians, a small percentage, also had some sex with men. I
vaguely remembered seeing a CDC report that said it was between twenty
to thirty percent though no one I knew would admit to it. I suppose
that was like black men getting it on the "down low". They didn't
think that made them gay or bi. Still, I had never considered myself
part of that minority. There were "players" and "lifers". The
"players" thought they were lesbian. The "lifers" knew it. I
was a "lifer." Wasn't I?

The emotional turmoil must have bled through my facial expression, as
he set my head down and started to get off me. I wrapped my arms and
legs around him. "Wait. Don't move just yet. Please. Stay still for
just a minute."

Ted raised his eyebrows and looked uncertainly over at Lisa. She looked
wide-eyed but didn't say no.

"Just humor me. Lisa and I were talking and I need you to humor me
for just a minute."

Ted looked at me, his eyes worried but he slowly nodded.

I closed my eyes and held him against me. His aftershave smelled nice,
I decided. His body was shaped differently than a woman's and it felt -
odd. I felt him moving against me, and I felt his reaction to me
holding him like this. I was surprised when I felt a flutter in my
stomach. Not one like Lisa caused in my belly, but a little one anyway.

I remembered what kind of person he was. That's what Lisa said I should
think about. I imagined him kissing me. Was it like kissing a woman?
Probably not. I opened my eyes and looked at him. Would I ever know?

"Thank you for caring enough to take me home with you." I hesitated
and just decided to do it. I pulled his head down and kissed him. Not
passionately, but on the lips. He stiffened and I broke the kiss. The
taste of his lips was not like anything I was familiar with but...

I released him and saw Lisa watching us, flushed. He scrambled to his
feet and helped me up. "It's okay. I wouldn't have it any other way.
We have plenty of space."  He sounded relieved.

Lisa came to my other side and they helped me gather my things,
including a bag of clothes. We locked up the house and they helped me
out to his car. I had an arm around each of their waists and found my
emotions confused. His touch was not the repugnant thing I had
expected. I don't know that I would have ever run out looking for a man
but I really *was* going to have to think about this.

The ride back to his place was a blur of brief awakenings, hearing
snatches of conversation. They were talking about Galveston. I wanted
to listen in but I kept fading out.

The next thing I remember, they were helping me out of the car and into
Ted's house. I was still very unsteady. Hell, I was drunk. I laughed at
myself. I was funny!

Together, they sat me on the couch. Ted looked at Lisa and she looked
back at him.

"I'm not sure which of us should get her ready for bed," he
admitted.

I started laughing at that. That was really great! He didn't know if it
was worse for him to take my clothes off because he was a man and liked
women or for her to because I was a lesbian and liked women! Talk about
your "catch twenty-two"!

"I can take my own clothes off. You can both watch, I don't care."
I tried to take off my shoes and they both had to catch me. I just
laughed harder.

After a whispered conversation, they sat me down and both of them
proceeded to strip my clothes off and I found myself unable to tell
whose hands were who's as they took me down to my panties. A vague
sensation of arousal passed through me but I was too drunk to sort it
out. I couldn't even be sure who gasped at my nipple rings. Some people
were *so* innocent. When they stood me up and slid a cotton nightshirt
over my head, I grabbed both of them and hugged them.

"You two are so sweet." I slurred out. In turn, I kissed Lisa and
then Ted. They didn't recoil but they did lay me back down on the couch
and put a blanket over me.

"Go to sleep," Lisa whispered in my ear.

"Goodnight," Ted whispered from beside her.

"G'night," I mumbled.

I started fading back out but remember waking up a couple of times,
still hearing voices.

"She's asleep, Ted," Lisa was saying. The room was totally dark, so
I couldn't see her. "I don't know if I could make love in front of
someone but this is close and safe. Please."

"I don't know, Lisa," Ted protested.

"Please, Ted."

I wasn't sure if I wanted to be awake for that so it was a relief when
I slid back out of consciousness.

One of the times I woke up, I could hear them. The lovers. The creak of
leather as bodies moved against it. The soft sighs of a woman aroused.
The scent of Lisa was strong in the air and I felt the heat in my
stomach ignite. This, I understood. Then the soft sounds of bodies
slapping together. Ted's groans. Her moans. They both morphed together
in my head and I slid into slumber as they moaned and groaned.

My dream was chaotic, jumbled pieces of light and sound. I was making
love to Sharon. We writhed together, soft cries filling my senses.
Then, she changed right before my eyes, becoming Lisa in my arms. I
felt my hands caressing her body and her kissing me, licking my
breasts. Then her kisses rose to my neck and my lips. I felt her slide
between my legs but she felt wrong.

I opened my eyes, in my dream. Ted kissed me as he lay atop me. I could
feel his sex rubbing between my legs. It didn't make me hotter but the
flame inside me didn't go out either. I closed my eyes and kissed him.
A soft breath next to my ear told me we were not alone. Lisa's hot
tongue caressed my ear and the dream faded to darkness.

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