Morning Watch





In the two and a half hours that he’d spent watching her that morning from outside of the Primmer home, it had occurred to Hammond Rougue, that perhaps Theodore Primmer should put a revolving door in the front of their house. From the time that he’d left for work that morning Honey primmer had sexually entertained all in all seven men that morning alone. And when she emerged from the house looking fresh as the morning rain he knew that she was a handful for any man. After she got into the yellow cab, he followed her downtown to the hair dressers, where she spent the better part of two hours, and then on foot she went to the Barter hotel where she went upstairs, and he cautiously followed. She went to the fifth floor and into room 309 at the end of the hall nearest the back of the hotel, needing to see who she was meeting with Hammond Rogue climbed out the hall window and as quietly as possible stepped onto the fire escape of room 309. Through the window he could clearly see Honey Primmer Laying naked on the bed with her legs spread apart, awaiting god only knew who.

It didn’t take long before he saw the form of a young black male, slowly working his tongue up her well toned naked thigh, upon reaching the magic spot, he buried his face into her hungrily licking and sucking her. A full five minutes passed before his hands pushed her legs even farther apart, he climbed on top of her and thrust his hips into hers, causing her to scream out in pleasure which made him even more excited, each thrust came faster and harder as he pumped harder the bed began to buckle and shake violently, as her legs grabbed him tighter pulling him into her even more. And when her Back arched to meet his final thrust, both of their bodies slowly lowered themselves back onto the mattress, where they lay together, until he got up and dressed to leave. She resigned herself to the bathroom, and when Honey Primmer left room 309 of the Barter hotel she looked as fresh and clean as when she went in. Now Hammond had to tell Theodore Primmer that his wife Honey was not only banging another man, she seemed to be banging half of the town.

Honey Hush.



When Pinky met him at the thirty third street diner, he could already feel it in his stomach, that rumbling sound that it makes whenever it was trying to tell him that it was hungry. He watched her walk over towards him turning heads every step of the way, she was wearing those tight stone washed blue jeans and a tee shirt that read: “Stone cold Bitch” on the front with no bra underneath. He tried not to notice when she bent down to kiss him on the cheek, but there they were. The twins.. Staring him right in the face, she sat down next to him and they ordered up lunch as the conversation turned from casual to business.
“So… Hammy. How many guys is ol horny Honey giving pony rides to?”
He looked at her smiling face from over the top of his water glass as he lifted it to his lips.
“Half of the town it looks like. I took some pictures at the house this morning, all in all, seven guys in two hours.”
He passed her some photographs.
“Tommy Kang?”
He nodded.
“Yep.. Pro quarterback for the Century City Titans, league champions all pro three years running, until the steroids controversy got him.”
She studied the Picture.
“The Boys gonna need more than steroids if he keeps on humpin Honey.”

The second picture that got passed between them was of a city councilman named Frederick Littles.
“He’s the guy that was investigating the upper east side real estate corruption, Lots of shady deals going on behind the scenes.”
She picked up the Picture.
“Yeah, I remember that, some kind of scam they were running where some rich guy was hiring enforcers to run the poor people out of river town, Somebody was torching the old buildings so the real estate guy could buy the property dirt cheap and build high rise condo’s there, the whole thing just kinda went away didn’t it?”
He put the pictures in an envelope, and as they ate, something began to creep around the back of his mind, and when he saw the police cars with their sirens blasting heading down the street he suddenly got a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He and pinky exited the diner and made their way to the police cars, and when they saw the dead body of Honey Primmer laying in the alley Hammond Rogue and Pinky LaRue both knew that Honey was into some really bad shit, the kind of shit that has a habit of getting all over everyone around it. He put his arm around Pinky.
“C’mon Pink, we’d better go tell Theo that somebody just shot his wife.”

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The case.



He watched him labor along the two levels of stairs that lead up to the double doors of the Rogue detective agency, He was a short pudgy fat man, with thinning hair along each side of his head which got thinner the closer you got to the top of his head. He studied each title on each door as he passed them down the narrow hallway stopping in front of the door that said Hammond Rogue and Associate’s detective at large. He entered into the door and stood looking over the top of his little round glasses blinking nervously at the husky black haired man in the black tee shirt and blue jeans.
“Excuse me? I’m Looking for Hammond Rogue.. The detective?”
He rose to his feet extending his hand warmly.
“Yes sir I’m Hammond Rogue.. Please sit down.”
They both sat down in opposite chairs, as the detective studied him from across the old cherry wood desk.
“So what can I do for you?”
“Mr. Rogue.. My name is Theodore Primmer we spoke on the phone yesterday morning and I told You that I needed your services and you said to come by this office so we could talk in person. Do you recall that?”
“Yes Mr. Primmer I do seem to recall having that conversation with you, something about your wife is missing or something along those lines wasn’t it?”
The little fat man blinked several times nervously.
“No Mr. Rogue I want you to investigate her activities, I believe that she may be cheating on me sexually with another fellow.”
“Do you have a picture of her Mr. Primmer?”
He passed a manila envelope over the acres of dust and unpaid bills laying on top of the desk.
“Her name is Honey .. Honey Primmer.”
He opened the envelope to see a breathtaking blonde in the picture looking back at him she was the stereo typical trophy wife. Big blue eyes, and with a whopper of a set of tits, no doubt the best that Primmer’s money could buy, and on top of it all she looked strangely familiar. The door behind Primmer opened up with a long legged brunette with a formidable body of her own walking past him to Rogue’s desk. She bent over to him speaking in a thick eastern accent. Her round rump was staring Primmer in the face causing him to squirm uncomfortably.
“They ain’t gonna extend your credit line till you pay some bills Hammy.”
He leaned around the voluptuous woman to look at Primmer.
“Theodore Primmer may I introduce one of my esteemed associates.. Miss Pinky LaRue.

Pinky's The Brains.



He was looking at those magnificent well tanned and toned legs, that seemed to travel all of the way up to Pinky’s armpits. He straitened his tie and wiped the small beads of perspiration from the top of his balding head.
All the while watching Pinky’s legs closely.
“So tell me Miss LaRue.” he asked her laughingly “Why do they call you Pinky?”
She stopped chewing on her gum and peered over the top of her sun glasses giving him an icy stare, followed by an uncomfortably momentary silence.
“I dunno Toots.. Why did Mama name you Theodore?”
His smile quickly faded.
“Yes… well.. Mr. Rogue, I will leave you to fill in miss… LaRue. all of the particulars are there in the envelope with the picture, addresses of where she works and every place that she frequents.. Please help me Mr. Rogue, I love my wife dearly but I won’t live a lie. I must know the truth.” he excuses himself and leaves the room, while Pinky looks through the envelope at the picture of Honey Primmer.
“So Hammy.. What’s the deal with ol Honey Suckles here?” She asked.
He turned to face her.
“That’s Honey Primmer. Theodore’s wife.”
She laughed out loud leaning back in her chair, with Hammond Rogue giving her a curious look.
“What’s so funny Pink?”
“This bimbo is married to that little tub?” she says jerking her thumb towards the door.
“Aw c’mon Pink. He’s a client.”
She stood up swinging her ass over to his desk in one flawless motion and sat down right in front of him, waving the envelope back and forth.
“Hammy.. Look here sweetie, I dunno what she is to him, but I know what she used to be, her real name is Gloria Munroe, she used to work the strip circuit under the name Honey Dew, then she moved on to giving jerk jobs in back room peep shows, before embarking on a lovely career in the porno films industry, where she adopted the name Honey Suckles.”
Now he was leaning back in his chair eyeing her suspiciously.
“And YOUR privy to this information HOW exactly?”
She puckered her lips and smiled at him slyly while bending over to look him square in the eye.
“That’s classified baby, but you can be certain that you’ll never see this ass getting naked on film.” she walked away giggling.
He studied the picture of Honey Primmer. Theodore said that he thought that his wife may be cheating on him.. Now Hammond Rogue was sure of it.

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