Death of a Cross-dresser:
Sandringham Road
It’s a fresh spring Saturday morning; the washing machine is doing a last wash cycle of bed coverings and some general items.
The breeze from the kitchen window carries the smell of toast and aroma of espresso coffee, past Quentin and when it closes the front door, jolts him from a deep concentration.
Quentin Beech as he often does is cruising the adult chat rooms; today he is in a room called Encounter, looking for contacts with men who have odd and strange fantasies.
His user name for this site is “Beechy”.
He describes himself as a freelance journalist, single, aged 26, height 1.9 cm weight 85 kg blue eyes, brown hair and easy on the eye.
This chat room provides him with the opportunity to find people like himself who are only after casual sex no strings attached no commitment or questions asked.
Geoff from next door drops into see Quentin and returns a couple of music CDs he borrowed last week.
Geoff has just turned eighteen unemployed with no trade, and no great ambition, spending much of his time in and around the flats - never a problem to the other tenants.
His neighbours like and trust him, looking out for employment opportunities and providing food when his funds run dry. Geoff in return keeps the grounds clean and tidy
The block of six flats in Sandringham Road are down a driveway and in an L shape with a common grass area out front.
In flat one; Mr. and Mrs. Black-bridge an elderly couple in their late sixties, Colin Black-bridge confined to a wheel chair since his stroke robbed him of his ability to move – his lower limbs, seven years ago.
Connie Black-bridge is a nice lady and Geoff helps her sometimes with getting Colin in and out of the bath.
Flat two; Susan Vickers twenty-three, red haired, short, with child bearing hips, a third year nurse with an unreliable car; she often calls on Geoff to get it to started. She is of cause grateful for his help but offers nothing in return - to him she is just a flirt and a cock teaser.
Flat three his own.
In flat four; Quentin Beech - Geoff’s best friend and about the same age with similar interests, things like lots of sex and often help with each other’s sexual desires.
The lovely widow Grace lives in flat five, she is fifty and a stunner, always horny – since her husband past away two years ago, she has entertained a number of different men including young Geoff.
In the last flat live George Collins and his partner Vanessa Locke, both in the thirties, both work at the local supermarket.
Geoff watches Vanessa on a weekend working in her garden wearing only a small top and shorts; if she is aware, she makes sure he can see her best bits.
Being the second Saturday of the month Quentin will meet Jules Washington a freelance photographer; they will visit a cafe or restaurant to review the food, coffee and the service.
Jules will take the photos and Quentin will write their findings and opinions, to be published in a local food magazine.
They have been doing this for the last eighteen months since the magazine editor suggested they were a good match and well suited for the job.
Jules is twenty-three; single, height 1.7cm in high heeds, weight about 55kg, natural blond, lives in Eden Terrace with a couple of girl friends, has an on and off relationship with Tony a male friend from work - but going anywhere fast.
Although Quentin and Jules only see each other once a month their relationship could, if they let it, blossom - he would if things were different like to make a go of it with Jules; he enjoys her company and they have things in common, she has been keen to do more together outside their working relationship, but to date nothing has progressed; Quentin finds it hard to have any long-term relationships with either sexes, as he enjoys casual sex and with multiple partners.
Elm Street Cafe
They arrive just on 8.45 a.m and find four other couples seated and enjoying their breakfast.
Quentin orders two flat whites and from the menu, the Elm Street breakfast special for him; consisting of bacon, eggs, black pudding, tomatoes, mushrooms and two slices of toasted; Jules asks for two buttered crumpets with flied eggs and a hash brown.
Jules sits at a table just inside the front door facing the counter where she can take photos of the cafe and capture most angles.
It takes fifteen minutes for both coffees and the food to arrive - both served at once is a plus. The waitress is polite, asks if there is anything more they required.
By 9.30 a.m they had finished their breakfast and their review, noted their findings, rated the cafe, four out of five, had three good photos, then left.
Quentin needed to get back to Turner Street and Jules had a date tonight with Tony. They parted with a soft kiss and went their own way with regret.
The Chat Room
In the room today Quentin finds fourteen people chatting. Some are regular members and as usual there are those who log on when they required a visit to someone for sex.
Conversations range from just current day-to-day events around the city or the world, some asking about holidays or about work. Questions are asked about the meeting they had with other contacts from the room, did the person actually turned up when they said they would.
Quentin sorts out the good contacts from the time wasters, by clicking on names and asking questions to determine the reliability of the person and to see if a meeting can be arranged.
shylady69 is asking the room, ‘Why do the guys always ask to pm me?’
‘Because we like to talk to women,’ replies masterful.
‘They only want to know if you are up for it,’ noted biggirl.
‘But they want to know all my history,’ replies shylady69.
‘U put yourself out there,’ writes shorecock.
‘Piss off shorecock,’ returns shylady69.
‘Pm me’ asks prettyboy.
‘Any bi-fems wish to talk,’ asks homealone_girl
‘Any bi-males in the room today,’ asks beechy
‘Pm me” prettyboy replies to beechy
This continues on in much the same manner for sometime, beechy scans the list of people in the room, shylady69, masterful, biggirl, shorecock, homealone_girl, in_need, akbi_m, chchcouple, norrisxdresser, wellyguy, prettyboy, sixsixsix.
Beechy clicks onto the profiles and reads about the person, he finds little information as usual, most are out of Auckland, places like Wellington, Hamilton, Christchurch and New Plymouth; sixsixsix is in Auckland, beechy has met this guy before and enjoyed time with him, they met at this place in New Lynn - his real name is Chris, a writer of promotional material, corporate advertising and marketing pamphlets, he’s a nice guy.
Beechy checks out the profile of shorecock, lives in Henderson, in his late thirties with only one leg - lost it in an industrial accident and now lives on the welfare, although he can work if he cares to, but he does not. Beechy has spoken to him, but never met, not to keen on a guy with one leg.
Other people join the room, morefun, oldandkeen, guest1234 and up4it69. None of them appeal to Beechy today, he taken a liking to mauricexdresser.
Maurice, fifty-five cross-dresser, a lover of women's’ clothing, photographer, living in Auckland, with a place to play, make contact if keen to meet.
Beechy private messages Maurice. ’Hi how are you?’
A little time later Maurice replies. ‘OK you?’
‘Good thanks - where are you today?’ Quentin asks.
‘At home.’ Maurice tells him.
Quentin finds this kind of reply annoying but he preserves at little more.
‘U keen to meet up somewhere today are you free for a met.’ Beechy will give him one more chance.
The conversion in the room moves onto the death of Michael Jackson with a number of fans discussing Jackson’s music, naming all the records or CDs they have, their most favourite song, or dance moves. There are a couple of members providing the room with their own thoughts about Jackson’s life and the things he has been accused of doing to little boys. These remarks are causing some heated responses with some people leaving.
Watching and taking part with the conversations as they develop, adding a comment to a current line of chat; Quentin's private chat box beeps, showing a member is wishing to make contact with him.
Mauricexdresser has checked out Quentin’s profile and likes what he reads.
Maurice asks ‘Do you like dressing up.’
Beechy replies, ‘Sometimes.’
Maurice asks, ‘Do you wear women’s clothes out or just around the house?’
Beechy replies, ‘Just inside - what are you wearing now?’ beechy asks.
‘I’m naked,’ replies Maurice, ‘but will have bra and panties on if you would like to come over?’
‘Sounds good to me I like black brassieres and white silk knickers’, beechy tells mauricexdresser.
Beechy has the contact he’s been after, they arranged a time Maurice gives him the address. 13 Turner St. St May’s Bay at 7.45 p.m. mauricexdresser sounds like fun.
It has become easier for Quentin to meet men like this - he can remember the first couple of occasions, he was scared and very nervous about turning up at a strangers’ house, not knowing if he would be safe; but he is over that now and to date nothing has gone wrong; most meetings both parties achieved the results they were after, its been for the thrills and the pleasure only and no money has ever been involved.
Maurice Torch
Maurice Torch thirty-five years of age; bisexual, cross dresser and photographer, he has many male partners, yet nothing serious.
He describes himself as a lover of women's’ clothing - something he inherited from his mother, she encouraged him to dress up at a young age; his father never seamed to mind.
Maurice is a regular in all the local chat rooms and has a following of straight, bisexual and gay men, many come to his place on a regular bases –they come dressed in their wife's or girlfriend’s clothes even their mother’s.
One Saturday night he logs into his favourite chat room, not recognizing many of the names he joins in with the common thread of conversations.
He introduces himself as Maurice the x dresser as he does in most rooms - dropping hints as to what he is after and waits for contacts.
He is happy with the reply from Beechy, he gives him directions to his house; tells Beechy he will be sitting on a chair handcuffed, blindfolded and only wearing a black bra and white silk panties.
Beechy is to park his car up the street - not outside the house, walk to the gate by the garage and to go to the back door, it will be unlocked, come in and the close door behind.
Once in side make your way upstairs to the second door on the left at the top of landing. I’ll be there waiting.
Turner Street
Quentin leaves his flat at 6.45 p .m, travels via Dominion Rd. through Eden Terrace pass Jules house - she will be out with Tony.
This morning was one of the most enjoyable for sometime; he felt she was warming to him and expressed a willingness to talk about her life and her need to do more with it; she would like to travel overseas working for a travel magazine.
Quentin is now in Newton not far from St May’s Bay. He allowed an hour to get to the address knowing there will be less traffic at this time of the night - most people will be going home out of the city area.
Quentin arrives at Turner Street - established area of Auckland City; it is a no exit street over looking the Auckland Harbour Bridge and the Northern Motor-way. Quentin turns and slowly drives past number thirteen checking it out it looks fine to him.
The street has a cross section of house ages and styles, some new, some period, others with alterations and additions, most have a fence and a garden; one or two have trees, those with garages were separate buildings with the door opening onto the street, most houses are painted white or cream, only number thirteen is yellow, with a blue letter box.
He parks outside number three – he’s driving a green Toyota Camry station wagon with 233.00 km on the clock, he would like to trade up to something new and maybe smaller and more economical, for the running cost are forever increasing.
It’s 7.30 p.m quarter of an hour to wait, not to get there to early he walks down the other side of the street, crossing over at the house two down from thirteen and then walks to the gate by the garage; the a security light turns on allowing him to see a silver 3 series Jaguar in the garage.
The path leads to the back of the house and exactly at 7.45 p.m he reaches the back door, enters and closes it behind him.
The kitchen is modern and well kept; apart from some dishes in the sink and a pot on the stove, it’s immaculate.
Quentin walks from the kitchen into the hall passed the toilet - the walls are yellow with a blue toilet seat, there are grey stockings hanging over the taps of the basin.
Opposite the door from the lounge are the stairs to the second floor. Before going up he takes a look, it’s a large room with modern furniture - a little out of place compared to the date of the house circa 1900 Victorian style villa.
There are two contemporary modern oil paintings on the wall, neither to Quentin's liking, to abstract, to many colours, no obvious or understandable content or meaning.
More to his liking is a large oriental framed mirror hanging over the period fireplace.
The two heavy royal blue patterned curtains drawn closed over the bay window, makes the room very dark. In an antique Edwardian glass display cabinet, Quentin sees a collection of silver, his favorite piece a milk jug with a Birmingham assay mark and the date letter for 1910. All together there are eleven pieces of silver - his thought is to take these with him on his way out.
The carpet to the stairs is worn and every second tread squeaks, there are areas of the wall damaged - properly by furniture being carried up and down.
Hanging on the wall in small brown narrow timber frames are three black and white photos - like you see with school photographs, each showing two men dressed in woman's clothing outside a nightclub - later Quentin recognizes one as Maurice.
At the top of the stairs he finds the first door is closed but the second is open and he enters; on the left is a large wardrobe with a bevelled mirror, a dresser with five draws, to the right a double bed and a small bed side table.
A figure is sitting on a chair blindfolded, Quentin walks up to him and slides his hand down into the white lace pants, he closes his fingers around the warm soft penis - with little resistances slips it out, the response to his action is immediate, the man moves and groans with pleasure.
Will you remove the blindfold and help me onto the bed Maurice asks in a soft voice - you can handcuff me to the bed if you wish.
Quentin has no intention to do that, Maurice can only watch as this guy searches through his belongings. Quentin has moved the keys to the handcuffs beyond the man’s grasp and has stuck a towel into his mouth stopping him from calling out.
Quentin takes the opportunity to collect as many valuable items as he can – a Sony digital camera, a new cell phone - still in the box. Playstation, CD player - with a hand full of CDs; and puts them into the black imitation snakeskin leather suitcase he found in the wardrobe.
He then goes through the set of draws throwing out socks and undies looking for money, in the draw under the computer he finds Maurice’s banks details - a statement belonging to M. A. Torch.
Seeing the sum of fifty thousand dollars in the account makes the hair on the back of his head stand on end, he would love to get his hands on that; he only requires a pin number.
Taking the papers and laying them out on the bed he looks for any sequence of numbers, any that had been circled or underlined, numbers that have been used more than once in any correspondence anything to find the pin number.
Then a beep from the computer disturbs him; someone is leaving a message on Maurice’s chat room profile link, so Quentin checks it out.
sauagedog is asking ‘u free 4 a date tonight?’ he continues ‘I can come round tonight and will wear my red dress’
Quentin replies ‘sorry not tonight I'm busy’
sauagedog advises ‘I can bring two other crossdressers for a threesome - prettyboy and masterfull.’
‘OK’ Quentin replies ‘you can come next Saturday night about 8.30 p.m give me your email address - I'll give you the address’
Quentin logs out of for the chat room.
A little ashamed and embarrassed Quentin returns to Maurice and removes the towel, the blindfold and the handcuffs - he apologies for acting like he has, and tells Maurice he has arranged for a few guys to come round Saturday night - Maurice is fine with this.
Sandra Neale
From Maurice’s bedroom window they watch Sandra start her nightly rhythmic dance, slowly at first, then gaining momentum as she discards clothing, each item flung into the air, smiling and singing, she dances round and round until totally naked and exhausted, then flings herself onto the bed.
She is aware Maurice watches and takes photos of her dancing; tonight she stops at the window allowing that special picture.
Her breasts, a good size and well proportioned to the rest of her body, her long legs twirling in circles showing two round buttocks before dancing away again; rolling over the bed her legs spread exposing her shaven pussy.
The show continues even as her husband’s car turns into the drive and the garage door opens and closes. Sandra has done herself proud tonight - danced herself to exhaustion. Maurice and Quentin decide to leave the neighbours to themselves tonight and go to bed.
Sunday Morning
Quentin woke before Maurice and took a look around, upstairs - where he is now, are three bedrooms and a bathroom with a shower and toilet combined. This bathroom is more traditional than the one downstairs with pastel wall colours plan cream vinyl on the floor and a matching white suite. The second bedroom on the left, at the top of the stairs and where he spent last night, is finished in much the same decor, as the bedroom opposite; the walls are painted a light grey colour, there are several photographs and a number of prints; furnished with a wardrobe, set of draws, table and a double bed. The other bedroom down the hall is only a single bedroom, with a bed and no other furniture.
In what is the main bedroom and where Maurice spends most of his time, is a large oak desk, his computer, printer, scanner and personal files. Quentin notices the computer is on and still logged onto the dating website - hoping to source more information about Maurice and his contacts, he scrolls through the open files. He wants to know all he can about this man, his last name, does he live alone, who he works for, how much money he has, his bank accounts, pin numbers – all this information could be in the computer somewhere.
Quentin also wants to know about all other male contacts Maurice has in his computer file base - could they be persuade to meet with him.
It’s time to leave; Quentin covers the naked body of Maurice and leaves a note - saying he will be back Monday or Tuesday.
He pockets the back door key, as he will need it tomorrow and before leaving makes sure all the lights are off.
Sandringham Road Party
Tonight Quentin is holding a party for his fellow tenants, he has asked Jules to come round - tonight he will tell Geoff about Maurice, and suggest they go to the cross-dressing party next Saturday at Maurice’s place.
To add a challenge and a little spice to the party Geoff and Quentin come up with a plan to have sex with the women from the other flats - of cause it cannot happen if Jules comes.
So the rules are Geoff is to start with the oldest women, and Quentin is to start with the youngest.
The first task is to work out where each women will be laid, then how to separated them from their partners.
Geoff's most difficult lay will be with Susan, he will need all his skills to accomplish this fuck – she likes to flirt but not to be touched.
Vanessa once away from George will be an easy touch; the right words should see them home with her. It won’t take much effort to fuck Grace - she does not have to be drunk to give it up; getting away from her will be the problem.
Now for the 60-year-old Connie; she has never expressed any sexual desire or gestures towards either of them, even when Geoff has to remove most of his clothing on the occasions her husband gets him wet while getting in and out of the shower - fucking a woman older than his mother will seem strange.
It's all part of the game, she has to be laid, and by both of them. Geoff will be surprised if Quentin accomplishes this fuck.
Jules has txt Quentin; Tony is putting the pressure on her to go out with him tonight to Eden Park - Auckland v Canterbury rugby match. If she can get away after the game she will call around. She ends her txt with sorry xxx.
Quentin decides Geoff's flat will be where they take the women; to show when the flat is in use - they have removed a screw from the number 3 on the door. When horizontal a fuck in progress, when free the 3 is vertical. To prove a lay has been successfully completed a part of the conquered victim's clothing is to left on the chair by the bed.
By 8.00 pm the party is in full swing, music is coming from Grace’s flat; George has taken charge of the BBQ - as it is his and he is the best cook.
Vanessa and Grace are sitting on the sofa drinking and eating salt and vinegar chips, wearing only the minimum but respectable amount of clothing, allowing plenty of skin available for all to see.
With the help of Quentin and Geoff the women are consuming a large amount of alcohol; they need them to be well intoxicated, before they can put their plan in to action.
Quentin catches up with Susan returning from Geoff's toilet, he embraces her and she is responsive to his kiss. He places a hand on a breast and slips the other down and around to her backside ending between her legs, trying to finger her pussy.
Without much effort he walks her to the bedroom and gently lays her on the bed, removing her jeans and panties, pausing only to get his cock out, applies his weight and slips his cock into her hole.
One down; he places her red panties on the chair, helps her get dressed, and returns to the party.
Quentin gives Geoff a wink as he passes him taking Colin and Connie back to their flat - Colin is tried and needs to go bed, Geoff has volunteered to help them.
Once Colin is safe in bed, Geoff makes his advances towards Connie; she is bending over tucking in the sheets, while her back is towards him he slowly places his hand under her white cotton blouse, unclips her bra - with a rush her boobs pop free, they are large and saggy, but still nice. Still bent over he lifts her dress, moves her pants aside and doggie fucks her.
The old woman down; not staying around to see her reaction, he returns to the party, via his flat, leaving her bra on the chair.
Quentin and Geoff were soon to learn that the best-laid plans do not always work, having had their way with Susan and Connie they both were after Grace.
At the party they find Susan and Connie asleep on the sofa with Vanessa cleaning the BBQ. The door to Geoff's flat is closed and the number 3 at the horizontal position.
They realize George is playing their game and he was fucking Grace.
Vanessa was like an octopus, her arms and legs went everywhere, and each hole in her body has an open door policy - providing a good return for the premiums deposited.
It took the two boys awhile to satisfy Vanessa’s demands, desires, and her sexual appetite, they were well and truly spent at the end of it and fill of admiration - as they lay naked on the ground in front of the BBQ, they wondered how one man could control this beast of a women. All praise was heaped on her partner George.
The air had turned cold, Quentin and Geoff regained their composure, Susan and Connie had sometime during the fucking of Vanessa, woken, gathered their processions and returned to their flats.
Vanessa had also gone; only the apron she was wearing was left on the ground. They collected the spoil of their conquest and placed it on the chair, along with the other items of clothing, including the pink half slip - proudly worn by Grace, it was there draped over the back of the chair. George had successfully conquered her love channel and rewarded himself with her proudest procession.
Quentin and Geoff find themselves alone and decide to retire for the night in Quentin’s bed.
The next morning he wakes alone with an erection the size of the Sky Tower, plus a hang over from the cheap wine Geoff lavished on him before taking advantage of his body - he relives his full bladder and showers to remove the baby oil.
Quentin returns to Turner Street. Parking outside the house he goes straight to the back door and lets himself in. From the hallway he announces his arrival; from his bed Maurice calls back, make yourself a coffee and come and see me, I’m to sick to get up.
Before tonight’s party Maurice needs to call on a Mrs. Bragg, to take photos for a friends adult webpage, but as he is to sick, he asks Quentin to go for him.
‘It just involves a little photo shoot of a middle-aged women, it will fun.’
Quentin agrees, he is enthusiastic about the task. Maurice gives him an envelope to pay to her.
Mrs. Bragg
Quentin arrives at 32 Vine Close, Howick. A well-dressed middle-aged woman meets him at the door.
‘Mrs. Bragg’ he asks. ‘I’ve come to take some photos.’
‘Where is Maurice? She asks - showing on her face a nervous expression and concern.
Quentin quickly replies, ‘Mr. Torch is in the Queens-town where he has an exhibition of his photos this weekend, and has asked me to take the photos you require. She seems satisfied with the answer and lets him.
‘I’m Claire Bragg, do you have the money?’ Quentin from his back pocket hands the envelope over.
‘Come into the lounge,’ she stands by the coffee table and asks if this is OK? ‘Fine’ he replies.
She removes the white bathroom gown, and stands there naked; without further questions Quentin starts taking photos.
Claire is in her forties; height 1.5 centimeters, weight about 55 kg; short light brown hair - fair to pale skin - a few stretch marks to her small well shaped stomach, with long legs, she is a pleasant well proportioned good looking women.
She moves around the coffee table, showing the curves of your body, rolling over exposing her shaven box - lays on her back, her legs over her head, allowing her small well-formed perky breasts to lay flat across her chest.
Quentin is down on his knees taking close up shots from between her legs.
‘Are you finished now?’ She asks,
‘Yes, do you require copies?’
‘ Shit no.’ shouts Claire. ‘What if my family finds them,
The X Dress Party (following Saturday night)
Maurice’s health has not improved - he will stay in bed, allowing Quentin to play his part and to be the host for the night.
Before the party Quentin decides to freshen up the house, upstairs he changes the linen, dusts the furniture, removes dirty clothing and vacuums the floors; downstairs he cleans the toilet bowl and the shower enclosure, provides new soap and replaces the towels.
In the lounge he arranges the large settle so there is amble room on the floor to play.
The house is ready; nothing will ruin the night’s activities, - Quentin has searched through Maurice’s selection of clothes and sorted out the items he will wear.
Eight thirty the front door bell rings, Beechy wearing the best bra and slip he could find - opens the door.
Standing there in a long brown fur coat, and black boots, is his first visitor,
‘Hello I’m Priscilla,’ (Priscilla is Masterfull from the chat-room) taking off his coat revealing to Beechy, a red slim one piece dress with a black belt, false boobs, a selection of colourful costume jewellery.
Beechy points to the lounge ‘Help your-self to a drink;’ just as he is about to close the door his other two visitors come up the path.
‘Come on in, first door on the right and make yourself at home.’ Beechy closes the door - he notices for the first time a security pad that operates the houses alarm system, there scratched on the flap of the pad are the numbers 1011.
Rachel (known as sauagedog from the chat-room) and Stella. (Stella is prettyboy)
Rachel is a large man at 1.8 centimeters and about 120 kg, wearing a black skirt and a white see through top, in the lounge he removes his shoulder length hair-piece and dress, leaving only a leather thong, and a pair of high heel shoes.
Stella on the other hand is a short petite man, clean-shaven, with short brown hair - under his coat he is wearing a policemen’s uniform and black boots.
By the time Beechy reaches the lounge they have introduced themselves, and have a drink from the cocktail cabinet.
Quentin turns on the television flicking to the playboy channel - there attached to the back of the My-Sky remote, is the number. 1011
Stella down on his hands and knees moves across to Priscilla - the red dress has been lifted up exposing his cock and balls, carefully he wraps his mouth around the soft cock, which after a little massage firm up.
On the three-settee sofa, Priscilla and Rachel are deep into French kissing - tongues in and out like rattle snakes. Rachel has his hand around Priscilla’s cock - Maurice naked and on his knees behind Stella’s naked bum, slips his cock into a wet moist hole. Thrusting his cock in and out, faster with each move, his balls slapping against Stella’s buttocks, it’s not long before he fills Stella’s hole with his love juice, at the same time Priscilla fills the month of Stella with his cum.
Like a children's game of musical chairs they change positions and activities, continuing late into the night until all have an arse hole fill of pleasure.
Quentin Beechy has enjoyed every inch and every minute of the night’s fun - but the best of all he has discovered Maurice’s bank pin number, it was there all the time; just waiting to be found.
On the Sky remote, the security pad lid number, and the postal code on the mail.
Maurice Torch, 13 Turner St. St May’s Bay. Auckland. 1011.
Sunday Morning
Sunday morning Quentin ventures outside into the back garden - being an inner city house the area is not large; there is small vegetable garden, compost bin and a clothes line; all accessible by a brick path.
Morning, the voice startled him; he turns to find the women from next door - he had watched her undress and dance the other night with Maurice. She looks better close up.
Speaking with an American accent, she enquires about Mr. Torch, and asks who he is.
‘Are you a friend of Mr. Torch?
‘Yes I’m staying with him for a day or two, Quentin answers.
‘Is Mr. Torch home she asks?
‘Yes he is, but he’s unwell today and is confined to his bed.
‘I’m only staying till he gets better,’ hoping to leave it at that, but the women continues, removing her glasses.
‘I'm Sandra Neale,’ Quentin not only notices her big bright, round, shining blue eyes, he cannot miss her well proportioned breasts, only a small pink bow stopping them from popping out of her tight blouse.
Day After The Party
Quentin is having breakfast, when Geoff comes to the kitchen.
‘What are you doing here Geoff?’
‘You said I could come around,’ Geoff replied in a defensive mood.
‘Yeah, but you could have rung to say you were coming, were you here last night - where did you sleep?’
Don’t worry, I saw you in bed with that guy, so I slept upstairs in the first bedroom at the top of the stairs.
‘You slept with the guy in that bed, he’s got the swine-flu.’ Quentin told him.
‘He did not seam to mind the attention I gave him - he said I was the best fuck he’s had in weeks. Geoff replied.’
The house was coming alive as the guys who stayed last night, carried out their morning ablutions. With a bath towel around his mid-drift Stella (real name Terry), came down, he and Quentin had spent the night together.
In bed last night Quentin told Terry about the money in Maurice’s bank account, and how he has managed to secure the pin number. They agreed to work on a plan as to how they can get their hands on it without him knowing. Terry told Quentin that he is a policeman, being gay in the force is not easy but he copes with it.
Terry will stay tomorrow after the others leave, so they can get access to Maurice’s computer and transfer the money.
Not long after Rachel, (real name Rod), and Priscilla, (real name Paul) – they slept together on the mattress in the lounge, came into the kitchen.
Quentin introduced Geoff to the other guys as his friend from his Sandringham flat.
Leaving the guys to feed themselves, Quentin took a coffee and toast up to Maurice - his door was slightly opened so he pushed it with his foot and walked in; the curtains were closed but the bed sidelight was on.
Quentin walked across to the bed and placed the tray on the table, reached across and touch Maurice, no movement or sound came from the body, Quentin pulled back the bed coverings.
He noticed dry blood from the side of the body, running his hand down and across the chest area he discovered a small knife wound, which had entered through the rib cage penetrating at the base of the right lung.
Quentin returned to the kitchen, Rod and Paul had left, Geoff was at the table and Terry was about to leave.
‘I need to go now,’ advised Terry. ‘Tomorrow morning I have to pick up my new boss, Detective Sergeant Jack Smedley from the airport at 6.30 a.m. – then take him to his apartment in the city before going onto the Mt Albert Police Station.
They leave Geoff at the table, go outside to discuss how they will dispose of the body and what to do about Geoff.
Terry is on duty until 10.30m Monday, Quentin is to keep Geoff here until then, on his return they will question him about the death of Maurice.
A decision will have to be made about how they handle that - does Terry play the policeman, or do they dispose of the body, cover their tracks, divide the money or even, do away with Geoff - who would miss him, he’s a loner, has no friends.
Before Terry returned, Geoff confessed he had killed Maurice. ‘I did not mean to hurt him - I was jealous when I saw you with Terry, I came round to sleep with you. I was going to leave when I heard a sound from the bedroom upstairs - so I went into the room, the guy in the bed, asked if I was you? I said yes; he told me to get into bed. So I did’.
When did you killed him?’ Quentin asked.
‘About 1.30 I came downstairs, took the knife from the draw, returned to the bedroom and stabbed him.
‘I’m sorry.’ Geoff was inconsolable.
The Bodies
Geoff was dead by the time Terry arrived back, his most pressing thoughts all day were about the dead body in Freeman's’ Bay and how he had got himself involved.
He should have informed his superiors immediately and declared his involvement in the case - but the fun of the night and the share of the 300.000 dollars proved to great.
Quentin had taken Geoff to bed, and made love, when Geoff was asleep, Quentin suffocated him.
Terry txts, he is unable to make it back tonight - he to attend a police party to welcome Jack Smedley to the Mt Albert station.
Quentin has no option but to do this on is own, later he will take the bodies to Geoff’s flat in Sandringham. The plan is to set fire to the flat to destroy the bodies beyond recognition (wishing no harm to the others living there).
Nine o’clock, and it’s dark enough now to move the bodies, he opens the garage doors, to discover he has no car keys - back into the kitchen, collects both keys, back door and the car key.
Back up stairs to the bedroom, he rolls Maurice onto the floor, grabbing him by the legs and drags the body down the stairs and into the kitchen. Again back upstairs to the other bedroom and gets Geoff’s body.
Making sure all the lights are off, he takes Maurice’s body from the kitchen to the garage and places it into the boot – Geoff’s body, will have to go onto the back seat, covered by a blanket.
Sandringham Road
Quentin arrives home to see George Collins and Grace Watson talking in the drive. He drives around the block again, hoping they will be gone before he returns - he needs to get the bodies into Geoff’s flat without being seen.
Ten minutes later, back at the flats, the way is clear; he backs up the drive and parks just to the left of the front door. (The security light does come on, what good luck), he opens the door and in turns takes the bodies from the car into the bedroom, placing them on the bed together.
Hoping to make it look like Geoff has brought home a friend for the night, Quentin arranges the kitchen table placing a frying pan on the stove element suggesting they were about to have dinner, but left the fry pan with hot fat untended.
In the bedroom he arranges the naked bodies covering them with a sheet, turning the heater on, and moving it closer to the bed with a corner of the sheet over the top.
In the lounge he turns on the stereo just for some background music, not to loud to cause the neighbours to complain – just to let them know someone is home.
After a glass or two of Geoff’s cheep wine he takes the rest of the bottle into the bedroom placing it on the bedside table.
In the kitchen there is allot of smoke but no fire, so he throws the tea towel into the pan – back in bedroom the heater is red hot with the sheet starting to smolder; to help things along Quentin sticks the corner of a pillow case between the wire guards of the heater and immediately it bursts in to flames.
In panic he throws the pillowcase over Maurice’s head - it’s not long until the smell of burning flesh fills the room.
He needs to leave before others discover the fire, and come running (he can’t be found here).
The Sandringham Road Case
Jack Smedley received his promotion to Detective Sergeant three months before his 46th birthday and six weeks before arriving at his new station in Mt Albert, Auckland City.
His wife of three years will not join him until the new owners take possession of their home in Tauranga - their furniture will arrive in Central Auckland, so until then he will live in a apartment for police offices on transfer.
Jack has been assigned the Sandringham Road case, (his first since arriving), and will have the assistance of constable Terry Shanahan.
Terry is tall, attractive to both sexes and is gay, (nick name prettyboy).
He entered the police cadet collage, straight from school at 19, graduated top of his class, proving to be consciences, hardworking and a reliable constable.
Apart from the age difference the two men demonstrate a willingness to work together they find no problem with each other’s life styles.
This is also Terry's first case since leaving collage, he has been assigned to work with Detective Smedley because he lives in Auckland and knows the district well.
Jack goes over with Terry the notes from the case report forwarded to them from the attending police officers.
Monday night - about 10.30 p.m. - two badly burnt male bodies are found together in a flat in Sandringham Rd.
The cause of the fires - a fat fire in the kitchen and a heater fire in the bedroom.
Neighbours tell of a car arriving sometime about 10.00 a.m, one neighbour saw a person carrying objects from the car into the house (but did not investigate), as they were called away to finish a task more compelling (not saying what it was).
The flat has been extensively damaged - the fire brigade reported there were two fires, one in the kitchen, and on in the bedroom.
*The coroners report found the first body, had a knife wound to the side of the torso.
* A male, between the ages of 30 and 45.
*The other had been suffocated.
*Also a male, in his 20s.
*Both were killed before being burnt.
Detective Smedley and constable Shanahan worked out of a small office containing one desk, two chairs, a filing cabinet and a white board.
Also at their disposal, a green 2009, Ford Falcon.
On the white board Jack writes.
Questions needing answers;
(1) who are the two dead men ?
(2) who’s car is out front of the flat ?
(3) who started the fires ?
(4) where were the men killed ?
(5) what and where is the murder weapon ?
They decide to make a call on the people in Sandringham Rd. - to go over the timing of the events and happenings of that night arriving at the block of six flats at 6.15 a.m.
No better place to start their investigation than at flat 1.
Mrs. Black-bridge answers the door – they introduce themselves, and ask her about the nigh of the fire in flat 3.
She tells them she and her husband were in bed and did not see, or hear anything that could help.
Flat 2. Susan Vickers has just arrived home from her night shift at the hospital, and on her way to have a shower - when they reached her flat.
She tells them, the night of the fire she was in bed, but heard the yelling of others and went to see what all the fuss was about (she rang 111 from her cell phone).
‘Do you know the person or persons living in flat 3?’ asks Terry.
‘Yes, Geoff Owen lived there, Quentin in flat 4 knows him better then me - they spent a lot of time together.’
They arrive at Flat 3 (there was no door) Jack takes a look inside - nothing new to see, so they moved onto flat 4
Flat 4 they find Quentin Beech, the door wearing red silk boxer shorts with a coffee in his hand. He recognizes Terry straight away - neither man showed any knowledge of their relationship.
They followed him into the kitchen, on the table is his computer - logged into a chat-room with conversations between masterful, shorecock, homealone and sixsixsix,
Terry knows all of these people - he has meet most of them. Quentin is in the room as mauricexdresser.
Jack’s cell phone rings, he takes it out side; this gives Terry the opportunity to touch Quentin, and ask if he lit the fires.
‘Yes I did, Geoff confessed to killing Maurice, and I killed Geoff - then I took both bodies home to his flat and lit the fires.
‘Why did he kill Maurice?’ asked Terry.
‘He saw us together and became jealous, he wanted to get even with me – I took him to bed, when he fell asleep, I suffocated him with the pillow.
The Arrest
Jack Smedley returned to the scene of the fire the next day without Terry - Grace from flat 5 was sitting outside with her breakfast reading a book.
‘Morning. Mrs. Grace Watson.
‘Hello’ she replies.
‘ I’m Detective Sergeant Smedley; I was here the other day.’
‘Yes I remember you, ‘
‘Did you ready not see what happened the night of the fire?’
Jack asks.
‘Well. Yes I did, it was about 10.30. George from next door and I were playing cards, in my front room ( strip jack naked), Vanessa his partner was away for the night - anyway we were playing cards when we heard a vehicle drive up the drive and park outside flat 3. We both saw the driver remove a body from the back seat and take it into the house, then in a couple of minutes he returned and took a body from the boot.
‘Did you recognize the driver or either of the bodies?
‘The driver was Quentin - the body from the back seat was Geoff – we did not recognize the person taken from the boot.’
Jack goes next door to Quentin’s flat, without knocking enters and arrests Quentin Beech for the murders of Geoff Owen and one other person, yet to be identified.
Their first case together was all most completed only a couple of question yet to be answered and the paper work to be finalized.
Questions ;
(1) who are the two dead men ?
(2) who’s car is out front of the flat ?
(3) who started the fires ?
(4) where were the men killed ?
(5) what and where is the murder weapon ?
Answers;
(1) one body is Geoff Owen
- (2) car belongs to; the other dead person
- (3) Quentin lit the fires
(4) place of death, not known
(5) not known
Terry Shanahan
Terry returns to 13 Turner Street, Freeman's Bay.
Up stairs in Maurice’s bedroom he turns on the computer, and logs into Maurice’s bank account – using the code number 1011 Quentin had provided him, with that he transfers the $300.000 dollars into his account - Logs out, turns off the computer and leaves the house.
The End
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Date of first publication, 2009
Written by - Thomas A. Leathan-drum
