Chapter 35: Henry Turned Himself in
The clues Jennifer provided could have been better, and the rest needed to be added by Jerome.
Jerome quickly dispatched his workforce to start the investigation; however, when it was halfway through, he and Allen received news that shocked them.
"You said Henry turned himself in?" Allen looked at Jerome in disbelief.
Jerome spread his hands helplessly and said, "Yes, you heard right, Henry turned himself in, and he took all the blame for their father and son's crimes! Even his self-reported statement is more detailed than what we have investigated."
"How could this happen? That mad dog just turned himself in?" Allen still felt like it had ended a little absurdly.
Jerome rubbed his face hard, picked up a piece of paper from the side, and threw it at Allen, saying, "I was all set to write a book, 'The Affair of the Taber Father and Son,' but just as soon as I got a start on its Henry turned himself in."
Curious, Allen picked up the novel Jerome had written and read it.
"You should be a screenwriter for porn movies. Trust me, you have the talent." Allen put down the paper and rolled his eyes.
That paper is full of genitals and passionate descriptions, and this asshole is not writing any plot at all.
Jerome crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it in the trash. He shrugged, "James found my father and paid a lot of money to apologize. The guy's a better actor than Brad. Pitt."
"Your father believed it?" Allen asked.
Jerome nodded, "My father was kind to the point of being a bit pedantic, and ever since my mother died, he's bought into some people's bullshit that if he keeps doing good deeds, he'll be reunited with my mother in heaven. Can you imagine that? He told me to learn from Henry! Learn what? How to seduce my stepmother into bed?"
Allen could guess that Jerome's father was trying to keep him honest and out of trouble, and the father-son relationship wasn't all that great.
On the other side, James Taber's house.
Henry's stepmother, Doris. Tab was raging at James on the couch.
"You weak old man! How dare you let Henry take the blame! You coward!" Doris was so furious that she spat in James' face.
James grimaced as he pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket to wipe his cheeks. In the face of Doris's rant, he stood up and slapped her hard across the face, which caused her to fall to the floor.
"I don't want to say anything more to you, stupid woman! Anyway, you don't interfere with my plans." James warned in a low tone at Doris before turning to leave.
All Doris could do was shed tears, hug Henry's picture, and cry.
An outsider seeing this scene would only think it was Doris and Henry's mother-son bonding, but the real reason was only known to her.
After Allen learns that Henry has turned himself in and they are safe, he plans to leave Jerome's place.
Suddenly, Allen gets a call from Moses, who invites him to the art gallery to see a couple of new exhibits.
"Since when are you and Moses so close? You guys aren't sleeping together already, are you?" Jerome asked skeptically as he looked at Allen.
Allen rolled his eyes, "Moses and I are just regular art lovers, sharing our art, don't get me wrong!"
"I'd be better off taking your word for it than believing Henry is an angel." Jerome rolled his eyes.
Allen and Moses were hiding in the art gallery restroom's toilet cubicle. They hugged and kissed affectionately, drool dripping down the corners of their mouths.
A few minutes earlier, the two had been browsing the artwork, and when they saw the sculpture of the nude figure, a strange feeling came over both of them at the same time that perhaps they could be as honest with each other as the artwork was, and so they made their way to the restroom.
A passionate kiss began as Allen and Moses' hands stroked each other's bodies, the clothes they were wearing being removed in the process.
Soon, the two of them were as honest as those naked works of art.
The suffocating sensation from the embrace caused Moses' cheeks to turn flushed, her breathing ragged, and her eyes mesmerized as she looked at Allen, the scent of lust seeming to emanate from every pore of her body.
Allen kissed Moses again. After all, they were in the toilet, and there wasn't much time for flirtatious foreplay, so Allen chose to get straight to the point.
He held Moses tightly in his arms and slid his fingers down her back to her ass cleft. Then his fingers stroked Moses' pussy lips and clit.
Feeling Moses' labia begin to heat up and seep fluid, Allen's fingers plunged into her cunt, trying to stimulate a more rapid production of her bodily fluids.
When Moses felt his legs go weak, Allen finally withdrew his fingers. He lifted one of Moses' legs and inserted his cock into Moses' cunt in a face-to-face standing position.