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Living together implied a lot of small changes. Nothing was annoying, just minor changes in habits that one had to get used to. But there were big changes as well. The biggest one, as you can imagine, was of course the fact we went to bed together and got up together. It seemed stupid to think that sleeping together would make such a big difference, but when waking up during the night for whatever reason it was and feeling Alex spooned up against me, was always making me smile and feeling safe. Hearing his soft snoring confirmed he was there. Feeling his morning wood was making me horny.

Since Alex moved in, I had a major boost of inspiration. The novel I was working on went quite quickly despite the writer's block I had experienced. Alex being around had certainly helped, but strange at the same time. The characters I was describing were nothing like Alex at all. That could maybe be an idea for a next novel.

As I said before, the fact Alex was getting up early and that we wanted to have breakfast together, made that I was up a lot earlier than before. As soon as Alex was out of the door, I would shower, put on something really comfortable and sit at my desk to furiously type away on the keyboard. That's how I discovered that I was doing quite a lot more work early in the morning. Around two in the afternoon I felt the inspiration skipping away and that indicated it was time to have some light lunch. That would also be the moment I would send a SMS to Alex telling him I loved him or missed him or whatever I felt at that moment.

The fear I had, before his moving in, that I wouldn't know when Alex would be home, was not justified, as he thought about sending me messages or calling when he saw he would be late. As a matter of fact it happened only a few times. When he came home, he always told me about his day without mentioning any name or place, being an ethical and professional police officer.

The first time that Alex didn't arrive at his usual hour and without sending me any message or without calling, I was worried, of course. I obliged myself to relax, telling myself it was to be expected it would happen. I tried to busy myself with some household chores and surprised myself at which speed I could achieve them. As it got later and later, I ate my dinner alone. I hated it! When it was time to go to bed, Alex was still not home. I showered and slipped between the sheets, but couldn't sleep. I always have a few unfinished books on the nightstand and I tried to concentrate on one of them, but it wasn't easy. Although I was nervous and worried, I fell asleep almost sitting up with cushions in my back and behind my head and with the book in my lap and the light still on. As in my sleep I had heard a noise, I woke up, opened my eyes and looked at the alarm clock to see it was already three o'clock in the morning. When Alex came into the bedroom he was surprised to see I was awake. He looked very tired and really worried. I asked him if he wanted to talk about what had happened.

• It is quite simple at first sight, but it got complicated quite rapidly. We received a call about strange smells coming from a modest apartment block. When we arrived we discovered the origin of the smell immediately: we found a corpse in advanced stage of decomposition. The forensic doctor was called and in his first examination could tell us the woman was dead since about a week to ten days. He estimated she was about forty years old and that's where everything started to complicate. The person who officially lived there was a lady of sixty-five years old. We found a purse with identification papers and indeed it confirmed the age of sixty-five. The forensic insisted on the age he had said at the start. We asked all of the other tenants in the building and everybody confirmed that the woman living in that apartment was a very nice lady, retired, not married and no children. So, there were not a lot of options: or the lady we had found was not the usual tenant, or the forensic had made a major mistake.

I had an intuition and told Alex.

• That woman has something to do with your two previous cases.

• Oh, I forgot to tell you. The missed man that afterwards we found thanks to your indications and the woman at the shopping mall had no relation at all. I am sorry, but you intuition was not right.

• I didn't say they were related Alex. I just told you they had something in common. I don't know what it is that they had in common, but they definitely had. And this woman now has as well.

Although it was early in the morning already, I got out of bed and went down while Alex undressed and took a shower. Once in the living room, I took out my cards and started to try to find the connection between the three persons Alex had found dead and who apparently had no connection at all. It was a mystery for me as well. The fact I had the intuition with the two first persons and now a strong flash about the third one, was bothering me. I wanted to give him at least a clue as where to look. Before spreading out the cards I concentrated on how to formulate the question. You see, the cards answer the question with the same precision as you ask the question. For example: if you ask the cards if you are going to die, the answer will obviously be a yes because we are all bound to die. If you ask the cards if you are going to die within a period of one month, due to a car accident, the answer will be totally different because the question is far more precise. So, if I asked the cards if the three deaths were related I was sure I would receive a yes and that meant that I had to be a lot more precise.

Alex pretended that the two first ones were not related and therefor didn't believe me when I said the third one was as well, but I was convinced she was. My intuition, since I learned to use it, never failed me! As Alex had put a doubt in my mind, I had to find out. So my first question to the cards was just a confirmation of what I thought and the question was accordingly: "Are the three people, found dead by Alex, in anyway connected?" The cards gave me a very clear answer: "yes" The second question was reducing the options: "Are they related by blood?" And with that I meant if they were family. This time the answer was not as clear. In a certain way, the cards told me yes but I had a very strong feeling that they were not family. How could people be related by blood without being family? That made me think of another question: "Did they know each other?" And again I got a no. I was more and more confused. Not about the cards' answers, but by the case Alex was working on. He continued to think those were three different and individual cases whereas I was convinced it was not the case.

When I went up to go to bed, Alex was already in bed and snoring softly. He looked exhausted when he came in and I could understand he had fallen asleep as quickly. Once I slipped between the sheets, Alex turned around and spooned me, wrapping his arm over my chest and pressing his body to mine. It didn't take me long to wander off to dreamland as well.

When I woke up and looked to the alarm clock, I saw it was far later then our normal waking time. I turned around and kissed Alex on the lips to wake him up. His reaction was instantaneous, responding to my kiss and pressing our bodies together. We were both sporting serious morning wood and that made Alex moan as they were pressed together as well. I was about to tell him what time it was but reveled a moment longer in this intimacy. I couldn't help to tell him the time.

• Ok, he said, this doesn't leave us time for an elaborate lovemaking, butÉ what would you think of saving water and showering together?

I jumped out of bed and went to the bathroom to turn on the water. Once the water had the perfect temperature I stepped into the shower, knowing Alex would last long before joining me. I was right. I was just soaked wet when the glass door of the shower opened and Alex stepped in, wrapping his arms around me immediately, kissing me and letting his hands roam over my body. I took the shower gel and poured a nice amount between our chests. The caressing became even smoother and softer. Our hands glided over each other and, as usual, we paid a particular attention to our genitals and asses. I knew when Alex wanted me to make love to him, because he was then turning around very quickly, pressing his ass in my crotch and that morning there was no exception. I entered him easily because of the soap, but also because he was so relaxed and had slept well. He worked his ass-muscles so expertly that he milked me of my juice in record time. I stroke his manhood only a few times before he spurted out his. He apologized that there was no more time to enjoy each other, but he had a case on his hands and had to rush off to the office. He took nonetheless his time to have a cup of coffee. I mentioned him what the cards had confirmed me. He brushed it off telling me, with a smirk on his face, that the cards that I considered almost human, could fail as well. He rushed off and left me standing there. It was the first time he acted like that. I discarded my work because I didn't feel comfortable with Alex's attitude. It was like he laughed at my intuitions and my ability to give him answers with the cards. He'd never done that before.

I went over to Tiffany and mentioned what had happened since the previous night and his remark about the fact the cards could give wrong answers.

• Don't worry too much about it Gerald, Tiffany said. You work with intuition and he works with rock- hard proves. Didn't you tell me he was about to be transferred to CSI?

• No, I said totally surprised, I never mentioned something like that at all because he never told me anything of the like. Where did you get the idea he was going to be transferred to CSI?

• I don't know, she said, I was sure you had mentioned it. Anyway, don't blame him on his reaction. He had it with me as well in the past, till he got solid proof that what I had said was the truth. If you intuition and the cards confirmed it, don't worry. Alex will have to crawl on his knees and beg for forgiveness! You gave him the information and now it is up to him to use it or not. Knowing him, he will look into the case with your information although he won't admit it at first.

• Admit it Tiffany, it hurts when the man you love and who you are living with, is laughing at some important information I gave him. I do it with the best of intentions and my purpose is to help him. You know how it is. We can't explain our intuitions, but when the cards confirm it, there is no doubt that we are right. I realized that since I met you and you explained to me how this all works, my intuitions have never failed me. The things I felt or saw or what the cards confirmed or indicated, were always right. I have absolutely no benefit or profit out of it. You know it!

Damn, I was frustrated with Alex's attitude. Tiffany saw it as well as my growing nervousness. She got up and I followed her to her kitchen where she prepared an infusion she had the secret of. I mentioned her infusions before, but it was true they helped a lot. We sat down in the living room, sipping our drinks.

• Gerald, you have to calm down. I know it is frustrating for you to see how Alex discarded the information you provided. If it hurts that much, you will have to talk with him and make him remember that your relationship is based on Love, Trust and Respect, and that includes your intuitions. He knew you had them before you even started your relationship. Jeez! It was your intuition that made you meet!

She had a serious point there. It was indeed my intuition that made him find the first victim and that was enough reason for Alex to meet me. I had to talk to him because, even if I didn't want to, his attitude was affecting me.

Alex was home at his normal hour but was clearly upset about something. I served us both a glass of wine before dinner and asked him to sit down in the living room. As I saw his serious face I thought it was better to let him talk first if he wanted. I would keep my frustration to myself for a better moment. I asked him what was bothering him.

• Work is the first thing. I am completely stuck with three deaths and there isn't the slightest clue to go forward. It frustrates me because I received an offer I would normally seen never refuse, but being stuck with those three victims, I am not sure if I can accept the offer. The second thing that is bothering me is that I have to apologize to you. My attitude this morning was not adequate at all and I am not really proud about it.

I didn't even have to mention it. He got aware by himself.

• Indeed it wasn't, I said. You can't forget two things Alex. First it is thanks to my intuition that we met at Tiffany's. The second thing is that our relationship is based on Love, Trust and Respect and your attitude this morning was a total lack of Trust AND Respect. It hurt Alex and if you hadn't brought it up, I surely would have! I was angry, frustrated and feeling miserable with it. I am so glad you realized it all by yourself and that you apologized. We can all make mistakes but the most important part of mistakes is to be able to admit them and learn out of them. I can accept that you don't want to know my intuitions and if it is the case, you just tell me and I will shut up, but don't laugh with them, please. If you don't want to have my opinion about something, it is easy: don't mention it at all.

• I am so sorry Gerald, he said, because you don't deserve to be hurt in any way! There are no excuses for my behavior and I do sincerely apologize. I don't know what made me act like that.

I saw he meant what he said and decided on the sport to forget the incident.

• So what is it about the offer you would, normally seen, never refuse? I asked. Has it anything to do with CSI?

• How do you know it? It was the first time they ever mentioned it today! Nobody knows about that offer yet!

• Tiffany mentioned it this afternoon! I answered.

• And how on earth did she know?

• Alex, why did you go over to here in the past? Why do you go and ask her things when you're stuck in an investigation? You know she feels things, knows things and, just like me, read the cards. But in the case of CSI it was not even the cards. She asked me if your nerves had anything to do with your transfer to CSI. She just knew!

• Wow! This is amazing. I actually can't believe my own ears! But, despite of what Tiffany said, I don't think I can accept it as long as I am stuck with those deaths and can't seem to find the smallest clue to resolve the case.

• Listen Alex. I want you to know that when I say something about your work, it is not to bother you or to interfere. When I tell you something it is because I feel I can help you. I got the intuition and the cards confirmed me those three deaths have a common point. Go over the facts you have and look at things that you think are not really important. Look at small little details. If you are about to go over to CSI, you will have to notice little facts that maybe are not connected but will lead you to a positive result. You said you have not the slightest clue about those cases and I tell you a major clue: they are connected, all three of them. How? I don't know. I just know they are. If it is any help to you, start again at the very beginning, as if it were three new cases. Clear your mind of everything you know up till now.

I saw him think very deeply. He was suddenly concentrated in the cases. He looked like he was overlooking the files one by one. I told him to forget about it for now, clear his mind and relax. He was home and had to try to enjoy his free time so that he could start it all over again in the morning. We had dinner and after that settled on the couch and watching some TV. I surfed the channels and found the program "The Voice" and we marveled at all those new talents and wonderful interpretations of known songs. It was the best way to make him forget his day at the office.

The next morning he left the house after a repeat session of the previous day in the shower and his mug of coffee. I was thinking about his cases and got another intuition: a fourth death was on its way. It was, once again, connected to the other ones. I knew there was no serial killer of any kind, not intentional anyway. I received an image of a man in a white doctor's blouse. It seemed logical for me, as the forensic was probably the key man in all this. That's where the answer had to be looked for. For once I didn't wait till Alex came home to tell him. I sent him a SMS.

"Number 4 on its way. Listen to the forensic doctor"

I didn't expect an answer. Alex was probably quite busy with the fourth victim. Nonetheless, I received a message from him.

"Any possibility to avoid number 4?"

I, unfortunately, had to tell him no. I was so affected with that intuition and the image of a "doctor" that I couldn't concentrate on my writing. My mind was working at the speed of light, but no sensible answers came to my head. As the weather was fine I went into my backyard and did some gardening. Most of the time it relaxed me and helped me clearing my mind of whatever was running through it. After a rougher winter than usual, there was quite some weeding to do and take out plants and flowers that were death. I made my shopping list for new ones. I was so absorbed in my gardening tasks that I didn't realize how quick time went by. When I saw Alex coming through the door, I looked at my watch and saw that I had been busy all day and had skipped lunch. Even more, it was almost time to start on preparing dinner.

Alex came over to me and kissed me, but didn't put all his love in it. He was clearly worried.

• Are you all right? I asked.

• Yes and no, he said, as your announced number 4 has not arrived yet.

• I am sorry to say that it will arriveÉ soon.

• I guess you're right. Time will tell.

Just at that moment his cell phone rang. I could hear only his side of the conversation but his eyes were fixed on me. When he ended his call, his look was really puzzled.

• I don't know how you knew, but indeed, number 4 is there. Don't wait for me to eat and go to bed. I guess it will be a long night. I have to run. They are waiting for me at the railway station.

And off he was. I thought about it. First one was found in hospital, the second at the shopping mall, the third one in her apartment and now the fourth one at the railway station. No connection at all. The places where they were found seemed not to be the common point of the four cases. Two of them were in public places, one in the hospital and one in a private home. But I was still convinced there was a connection somewhere.

When Alex came back it was almost six in the morning. He had been up all night in search of answers. I wondered if the problem was the answers or if the real problem was to ask the right questions. Alex was far too tired to comment his night. He crept into bed and snuggled up to me, falling asleep even before his head hit the pillow.

About two hours later I was wide-awake. I slipped out of bed as quietly as possible as to not wake Alex. I took a shower and went down for coffee. I knew Alex needed his sleep and that he would wake by himself. I was just about to go and sit down at my desk when I heard him coming down the stairs.

• My God Alex! Shouldn't you sleep a little bit more? You didn't even sleep three hours! You will be like a zombie at work.

• I know Gerald, but I have no choice. I had a major argument with the forensic doctor again yesterday and I have to look into it as soon as I can.

• What was the argument about? I asked.

• Oh well, he pretended again that the victim was about forty years old and the man's papers said he was fifty-nine! That's a difference of almost twenty years! He pretended his affirmation of the age was based on scientific examination and I said that my affirmation of his age was based on his papers. We didn't reach an agreement! It is the second time he makes such a huge mistake if you remember well the case of the woman we found in her apartment in an advanced stage of decomposition. At that time I thought that an error was easy to make, but this time it was different. Normally seen, that guy is very efficient in his work and gives us very accurate information, but now we have twice an error. I know it is only about the age that he has to guess, but what if he makes other mistakes that mislead us in the investigation? I have an appointment with my superior in about an hour and I still have to shower and dress, but before that I need a strong mug of coffee.

He went to the kitchen for his coffee and came back to sit in front of me. I couldn't help to look at him with hungry and horny eyes. Alex was so damned sexy in his white briefs, contrasting with his tanned skin and black hairs on chest and stomach. If it wasn't that he was in a hurry, I would have jumped his bones there and then. His one-day stubble on his jaws suited him very nicely and I was even convinced it would be better if he left it like that a day more. Even though Tiffany said he definitely said he had Mediterranean origins, to me he looked more like a young Arab sheik. It made me think I could use the view I had in front of my eyes to create a new character for my novel. I quickly wrote it down before I forgot the idea.

Alex went up to shower and dress. In normal circumstances he always took his time to do so, but as he had an appointment, he was back down very quickly. He hadn't even taken the time to shave. Good! That would give me an idea of how he would look with a two-day stubble the next morning. Just before he left he mentioned the forensic doctor again.

• I know you said to listen to the forensic, he said. Why did you put that in your message yesterday?

My answer was obvious for me: "Intuition!"

He was out of the door in no time. I set to work as I had some fresh and new ideas for my novel and my editor was calling me on a regular basis to know when I would finish it. I thought a few days earlier that I was about to end the story, but with the creation of a new additional character, it would probably take a bit longer before I could put the word "The End" on the last page. Nonetheless, I typed all morning and when it was time to have some lunch I was glad with how the novel was going and the amount of pages I had written. My lunch break was short as I felt the urge to sit down and write some more.

Alex came home early. He looked more relaxed than when he had left in the morning. The stubble on his jaws was more pronounced and I definitely liked it although I preferred that it wouldn't be any longer than that. A two-day trimmed beard was something I found very attractive and even more on my man. After some small talk I asked him how the discussion went with the forensic.

• Actually quite well. With the discussion and the difference of opinion we had, I reviewed the four cases and finally found a common point between all four of them: they were all definitely considered by the forensic a lot younger than what their papers said. In average the forensic considered them about twenty years younger than what was written on their identification. He pretended, and showed us the scientific proves, that they were the age he said. It is my boss who suggested to have new tests ran about the age of their body tissues and just after lunch the forensic came to see me, confirming the ages he had mentioned in his reports. I ordered extensive tests on their identification papers to see if there was any false one. Why someone would have false papers with an age twenty years older of their actual age is a mystery to me. The basic tests on the papers were showing all their identifications are absolutely genuine and that is not really helping me. Here I have four people around the age of sixty, looking like they are forty and having a body and tissues that proves it. None of them shows any violent death. None of them have cardiologic or other health problems. So I went on searching for common points and I discovered that none of them is in a relationship and are actually alone on this world: no boy or girlfriend, no children and no family. For the first time I have common points and God knows I don't know what to do with it.

It was indeed a mystery.

I knew Alex had to be exhausted. The previous night he had slept only a bit more than two hours. I thought of preparing our dinner a bit early and have an early night in bed. I looked in the fridge and found the necessary to have a decent meal. I urged Alex to take off his suit and put on something more comfortable while I prepared it. After dinner I would fill up the bathtub and having him relax in warm water. He suggested we could take a warm bath together and just relax. And that's exactly what we did. He went to take off his suit and came back down in sweatpants. He just knew how to get me horny, as he hadn't pulled on any T-shirt! I didn't even realize what I was eating as I was focused on his naked hairy chest and his two-day stubble.

• You shouldn't save your chin anymore, just trim it every two days, I said.

He rubbed his hand over his chin, as to feel it better.

• I can give it a try, he said, but I would still have to shave my throat. Those hairs are killing me. It itches all the time. The chin and the cheeks are all right though.

We cleaned up the kitchen and Alex went to the bathroom to fill up the tub. I switched off the downstairs' lights and took two glasses of wine with me. Alex had already lit the candles and put on some soft relaxing music. He slipped into the warm water, leaving enough space for me to sit between his legs and resting my back against his chest. I added some aromatic salts in the water and took my place. Alex immediately wrapped his arms around me, taking the sponge and soap and let it run over my body. Words were superfluous. We were relaxing in each other's arms and enjoying a simple moment of peace and love. We washed each other doing acrobatics as to not having to stand up. Ok, ok, I admit it. The bathmats on the floor were soaking wet once we were finished, but we were smiling, laughing and having a very good time. There were of course a lot of kisses and we grabbed each other more than once what made that when we finished our bath, we were sporting major wood. We took care of these in bed, showing each other what we felt. Even though Alex was still exhausted, he found the necessary energy to make love to me and asking me to make love to him afterwards. We were both filled with the other's semen and more than content. Once the lights were out, we peacefully slept in each other's arms.

Alex continued patiently his investigation. There was another common point of all the deaths: they had all died on a Thursday. That similarity troubled Alex a lot. It was a pattern that was possibly indicating the work of a serial killer, but apart from that fact nothing indicated it. Unfortunately, the fifth death confirmed the fact of dying on Thursdays. That simple fact had reached the local news. Alex was absolutely furious about it. He hated reporters because they wrote whatever they wanted without really quoting the truth. They were the specialists of taking sentences totally out of their contest and reached sensational titles about things that were not proven at all. One of the papers had written as big title: "Thursday Serial Killer" There wasn't any proof about a serial killer at all! Why couldn't the damned reporters not keep their big mouth shut? The only thing they did was creating a situation of panic. From the moment they published their stupid articles, the telephone switchboard turned red on Thursdays. Hundreds of people warned the police about suspect people doing suspect things in suspect places! The police station was a beehive from the first hour in the morning till late at night.

One of the most important things in this investigation came from the laboratory of the forensic services. Except for the corpse of the woman, which was in such a decayed state, they had found a chemical product that was normally used only with animals. It had been very difficult to detect because it was similar to another product similar to a totally inoffensive medicine for humans. Only the last corpse was available to microscopic inspection of the skin to see if there was any trace of an injection, but the result came out negative. The houses of all the victims had been registered from cellar to attic, but in none of the reports there was a mention of medicines close to the chemical product found in the corpses.

Alex was more nervous than I had ever seen him. His natural patience was disappearing fast. He thought about his transfer to CSI, but was even more concerned with those five corpses without a real explanation. It was the first time in his career that he had to face such a failure as he called it. Five deaths in a row, without the slightest clue as where to look to find the solution to stop those deaths.

To be continued if you guys tell me you like the story!

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