Tabby Kat Ch. 09 & Epilogue

"Whoa," said Jim. "Honey, you seem to have sprung a leak."

"Fuck," Tabitha said then turned to Charles. "Now see what you've done? How am I supposed to go out with a fucking wet t-shirt showing my tits all over the place?"

Emily squealed. "You rotten little punks," she said. "When were you going to tell us?"

"Tonight over dinner," Tabitha sighed.

"Congratulations, baby."

"Thanks, Mom. Charles, sweetie. will you go get me a dry shirt out of the van?"

"Sure, love," he answered as she whipped the shirt over her head.

"So, how was your trip?" asked Emily.

"Great. The travel brochure people were very happy with his pictures, and we were able to get some good studio time in a few places to take some more risqué shots, too. Some of those will go to your company, Dad. A lot of them will appear in the regular pages of adult magazines, too.

"Sounds like he got some good stuff. He must have made a bit of change with that, huh," Emily said.

"Yeah, but I'm not going to tell you our financial account."

"I'm not asking you to, baby. I just want to be sure that my children are doing well. He may have had his last name changed and go by Charles now, and yours may have changed when you married him, but you are both still my babies, and I want to be sure that you will be alright."

"We're doing fine, Mom." She yawned. "I'm going to take a nap before dinner. Want to go out tonight? We can go to some place really nice. Charles and I have been using fast food places so much the last two months, I really would like some place special. How about The Vault?"

"Sweetie, that's a little outside our price range."

"Well, Charles and I don't want to spend that much very often either, but we're celebrating tonight. Our treat."

"Celebrating what?" Emily asked.

"One," Tabitha held up a hand with her index finger extended and began counting the reasons to celebrate. "I'm pregnant. Two we're home after two months away, sleeping mostly in the van and eating mostly fast food. Three, we've got a contract that will keep us going for a long time and allow us to hire on a few people to do some of the picture taking. Four, that means we won't have to go traipsing all over the country all the time. Five, we got a place of our own here in town and we will be able to stay here and see you guys on a regular basis, great for those times when we'll need a babysitter. And finally, did I mention that I'm pregnant?"

"I have to admit that those are some pretty good reasons," Emily replied. "What do you think, dear?"

"Sounds good to me," said Jim to his wife then turned to his daughter. "You get some rest. I'm going to take advantage of your mother's nudity."

"Alright. See you all later. Tell Charlie that I'm in our room."

Wednesday, Mid Afternoon.

Frank and Sarah Wilson sat in the patrol car watching the traffic go by on Santiam Highway at the east end of town. They were thinking that some would not slow to the new speed limit as they came into the town, and Frank had the radar pointed at the incoming lane. However, it wasn't the incoming traffic that had the action that afternoon. A dark gray sedan was headed east on its way out of town. Frank watched as the car swerved slightly out of its lane and then back. He sat up a little straighter as he saw it and Sarah felt it and turned to look at the oncoming car. Again, it glided a little too far left, crossing the line and then back.

"Interesting," Sarah said. The car pushed pass and as it did so they looked at the driver. As the car reached a point adjacent to their position, they noticed that it had a passenger as well who's head was in the driver's lap.

Frank laughed as he turned on the lights of the patrol car. "This ought to be fun," he said. He pulled in behind the sedan and followed, waiting for the driver to notice they were behind him. The passenger's head suddenly popped up and looked back at them, then turned back towards the driver's lap. Frank knew what that meant. That she was doing up the driver's pants after ensuring his dick was in place as he couldn't do so himself and keep the car on the road. Once everything was done, she sat back in the passenger seat and grabbed the seatbelt that she had not had on and the car pulled to the side of the road.

"Kids," Frank laughed. "Probably couldn't afford a motel, and didn't want to get caught by the parents. I think I'll let them get a good scare out of this."

"Want me on this side?" Sarah asked.

"Wouldn't hurt. Be sure that you have the shades on and look as mean as you can. I know that's not easy for you, seeing you are such a lovely and sexy woman."

"Stop it and go scare the shit out of them," she responded with a laugh.

The two officers exited their vehicle and walked slowly towards the stopped sedan. Sarah stopped at the back of the car with as much of a scowl as she could show on her face, being sure that she would be seen in the right outside rear view mirror. Frank continued on after a surreptitious touch of the taillight with much the same look until he reached the driver's window, automatically watching carefully for any sign of a weapon. His eyebrows raised a little as he saw the driver. It wasn't a teenager as he thought, but rather a man perhaps in his late thirties or early forties. As he reached the back window of the car, he had noticed that the girl was young, and now he wondered if he had a case of child molestation. Even though he knew the girl was a willing participant, age of consent was still eighteen in the state of Oregon, unlike a lot of other states that had lowered it to sixteen as their northern neighbor, Washington, had done.

"License, registration and proof of insurance, please," he announced to the man.

"Yes, officer," he said and reached into his back pocket for his wallet. As he moved, his suit jacket came open, and Frank saw the handle of a holstered firearm.

"Stop!" he ordered. "Sir, please place your hands back on the steering wheel." The man did as he was ordered. "Do not move." Frank kept his hand on his own weapon as he came closer to the window. "Sir, I know that you have not done anything threatening to me, but for my own peace of mind, I'm going to reach in and take the weapon out of your holster. We don't want any accidents, do we?"

"No, sir, we don't,"

"Can he do that, Daddy," said the girl.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. He'll give it back to me when we're all done here."

"When I reach in, I want you both to be very still. Once I have the weapon out of the car, you may again continue to retrieve your papers." Frank carefully reached in through the open window and undid the strap that held the weapon in its holster with his left hand, his right still on his own. Slowly he withdrew it, being sure that his finger was alongside the trigger guard, but not on the trigger itself. He backed away from the car, and still watching the pair, motioned for Sarah to come to his side. Without taking his eyes off them, he handed her the piece, and once again asked for the required paperwork. The man again reached for his wallet, removed his license, then told his daughter to open the glove box to retrieve the other stuff.

"Go slowly when you reach in, baby. We want to be sure not to give the officer any possible reason for drawing his own weapon."

"Yes, Daddy," she answered.

"I'll need to see your permit to carry, too, sir." Frank said. The man reached into his wallet again and handed Frank a second piece of paper. The registration and insurance card were finally retrieved and Frank backed away from the car as he studied them. Stephan Roberts, read the name on the license. "Fuck," Frank thought to himself. "I'm going to lose my job, now." He looked wide eyed at his wife and partner and motioned her back to the car.

"Mr. Roberts," Frank began as a truck flew by on the roadway moving as much to the left as he dared to give the officer room, "We're going to move off the highway a bit more. What I want you to do, sir, is once I pull back onto the road, just fall in behind me and follow me to a spot where we can conclude this business more safely. However, before we do, I need to see some I.D. of your passenger, as well."

"Sweetie, go ahead and give him your license."

"But I wasn't driving."

"No, ma'am, you weren't. I still need to have your I.D., though."

She reached for her purse and opened it rather huffily.

"Slowly, please, Ma'am." She slowed her movements and carefully withdrew her own wallet to retrieve her license and handed it over. "Thank you. Just follow me after we pull back onto the road, sir." With that Frank made his way back to the car, glancing at the I.D. of the passenger, and both he and Sarah got in and put on their seatbelts.

"Trouble?" she asked. Frank handed her the licenses he had. Stephan Roberts was the one, and the other had the name of Amanda Roberts. "Okay," she said. "Forty-three-year-old driver and Twenty-year-old passenger. Same last name. Whoa! Married her young, didn't he?"

"Not married. She's his daughter," Frank said as he pulled out onto the road again. "The real problem is who he is."

"Who is he?"

"Judge Stephan Roberts."

"Oh, fuck," she said.

"Yeah. We just caught the judge getting a blowjob from his daughter. I'm going to take them to the turn off into the woods and stop in the clearing behind our place. Maybe if we just show him a place where he can have some privacy, he won't try to take away our badges for pulling him over."

Frank made a turn onto a dirt road that wasn't marked on any map. He ignored the sign that read "Private Property" and moved through the tree lined path until he came to a clearing overlooking a valley with a number of lakes visible, and a ranch style brick house barely visible through the trees in the background. He stopped the car and turned off the engine before stepping out and motioning Judge Roberts to maneuver his car to a spot slightly forward of where he had parked.

"Mr. Roberts," Frank said as the Judge got out of his car. "The reason I pulled you over was because the blowjob you were receiving from your daughter was causing enough of a distraction to you that you were in danger of being involved in an accident. Your vehicle crossed out of your lane twice as I watched it. Therefore, I thought it prudent to bring you here so that you can finish your, uh, project in a more private area without concern of being caught or causing a road hazard."

"That sign back there said private property, officer. Do you usually bring people onto private property to conduct police business? How do you even know this place?"

"I assure you, judge, I am not in the habit of bringing people here for police business. I brought you here so that you could finish things safely. You are welcome to stay as long as you need to. I own this property."

"You own this property?"

"Yes, sir. Twenty-six beautiful acres of land with a house and plenty of trees. In fact, mostly trees."

"I see."

"So, that takes care of the problem of keeping you safe on the road. I hope that you will be more careful, sir, and don't let your daughter suck you off while you're driving."

"And what do you want, officer."

"Sir?"

"You bring us back here in this remote area, owned by you, where no one can see. I am sure that you have something in mind for a payback for your silence. The fact that you own twenty-six acres of land tells me that you have to be on the take."

"Judge, I am appalled that you would think that of me. Here I'm trying to be a nice guy and help you solve a problem of privacy, and you accuse me of blackmail and embezzlement. Just so you know, sir, I inherited this land. My great, great, great grandfather bought it and it's been passed down ever since. You can give my name and badge number to Internal Affairs, if you want. Have them check me out. They'll find all the records of where it was passed down. On top of that, I have a lot of investments going on, too. I don't need this job, but I like doing it. I like keeping people safe. I have no need of your money nor do I want it."

"Frank, honey," Sarah's voice came from the car. "It's time. Want me to sign us out?"

"Sure, love. We're done here. Here's your paperwork, judge. Take all the time you need. And if you want to come back, just let me know that you are going to be up here. Like the sign says, it is private property."

Sarah approached as he finished. "Lisa called. She wants to know if they need to bring anything for the retreat."

"Just themselves and the baby," Frank said. "It'll be great to see them again. They haven't been able to attend for three months because of the birth. And with Charles and Tabitha back in town, it ought to be really great."

"Sure will, sweetie. Think we ought to invite anyone else that we haven't already?"

Frank thought for a few seconds. "You're absolutely right, love. What was I thinking. Judge, you'd fit right in with our little group. Why don't you come this weekend? Bring your wife and son as well as your daughter. I think you'll have a great time. I promise there won't be any media there to bother you."

The judge's face paled. "I'll make it happen," he said tersely.

"Good. Let me write down the directions for you. We'll begin this Friday at five-thirty. No pets, I'm afraid, and no one under the age of eighteen, which isn't a problem for you since I know that your daughter is the youngest. See you then." He handed him a piece of paper that had his name, address, phone number and directions to the house where everyone was going to meet, then he and Sarah left the two standing in the clearing, Judge Roberts wondering how he was going to explain to his wife that the whole family had to go on some sort of retreat.

Coming in the near future. Don't miss the sequel to Tabby Kat, "The Retreat"