Morgan Junior

Tamra glanced over at a lightly snoring Morgan. Several bouts of energetic sex had helped put him to sleep. I let him treat me like Disneyland and go on every ride. I know how to take care of my man. 

Now she was sitting up in the bed beside him, struggling to crochet a baby blanket. She found it difficult to hold the needle between her thumb and the cast. 

Tamra had already bought a crib and several newborn outfits. I know it’s early, but Morgan’s so excited.  

Once she was sure he was sleeping, she sat her crocheting aside and pulled a manila envelope from between the mattresses. Opening it, she dumped two pink objects into her hand. They were the bunny earrings Kelly had worn. 

Of course, she had planted the other dead prostitutes’ remaining earrings in Anderson’s apartment, as well as a couple needles to match the ‘hot shots’ that killed the hookers. She hadn’t left anything to chance when it came to her man. My poor baby was a mess for a long time but I got him straightened out.

"Now, I know you can't hear me, but that's not going to stop me from sharing. What crazy timing when that filthy whore Beth Mackie bent over to grab your wallet and I shoved that heroin overdose into her fat butt." Sometimes, when you’re a good person, things just work out perfectly. 

“Silly hookers thought they could get in the way of our love, Morgan. I showed them, didn’t I baby.“ It wasn’t too hard to tail him around when we worked the same schedules.  Surprised he never saw me, but that’s what happens when a man thinks with the wrong head.  

“I bought the cutest little whore outfit, Morgan. Showed up behind O’Ryan’s in it and found Jennifer Collins blowing a fella out in the back parking lot at closing, just like clockwork. Once she finished, she was all too happy to take a needle from the ‘new girl’. So, she actually killed herself when she injected my ‘hot’ shot.”

Tamra hummed the entire tune to ‘Rock A Bye Baby Baby’ before continuing, “Amy Henderson was just as easy. Heck, easier. She was practically salivating when she saw my needle.”

Her face scrunched up in anger.  

“That Kelly was harder though. Cautious. Had to badge my way in and tell her you’d been hurt. When she turned to get her coat, I shoved the needle in deep. Boy, I could see why you had a thing for her. She had a firm cute behind. Didn’t expect her to elbow me in the eye, but what an awesome opportunity to add some flavor to my story.” Slamming my hand in the drawer was a small price to pay for my man. 

She giggled again. 

“Killing Kelly was all about timing. It was no easy task getting Anderson and you to show up at her apartment at the same time, Baby. But you’d be so proud of me. I pulled it off perfectly.” She watched Morgan breathing for awhile while she sang some of the words to ‘Every Breath You Take’.

“Anderson came over for a lunchtime quickie and got really worked up when he saw my injuries. All I had to do was say you did it. I mean, I only screwed the guy three times and he was already declaring his undying love for me. Even gave me the key to his apartment.” Such a pansy.

“You’d think that would have knocked me up, but I guess the silly man was shooting blanks. Aw, don’t worry. You’d never have known it wasn’t your kid, Morgan. I told him you said you were heading to Kelly’s address to wrap up some loose ends. Boy but was he so excited  to rush out and bust you all by himself!” I’m brilliant.

She let out a wolf whistle. “You’re so darn handsome, Morgan.”

Yeah, that Kelly had to go. “You didn’t really think I’d leave that young slut around to tempt you? Not a chance, Baby.”

Tamra began crocheting again, and after humming for a bit, frowned at the sleeping Morgan.

“I'm not going to lie, seeing that floozy Vicki Vance in your apartment really hurt.” Tamra wiped a tear that was forming from her eye. “I mean, how could she treat my dead sister that way? Sleep with her man when they’d been friends? Dirty backstabber! I went there to confess my love for you and once she was paying full attention, I slit her throat from ear to ear. Trollop certainly got what she deserved.”

Morgan rolled over and mumbled. Tamra quickly adjusted the covers around him so he wouldn’t get cold.  

“And that little poop, Paco. What a foul turd he was. Shouldn’t have tried to kill my man. After we got off the phone, I showed up at his warehouse in my ‘hooker getup’ and found that fat Hugo sitting out front in an old Cadillac. Told him I wanted to join Paco’s fold. Didn’t take much convincing while I jerked him off in the front seat. Can you believe that huge man had a tiny little dick? Hard not to laugh. I was expecting a monster, but I could barely get ahold of the little thing. When Hugo closed his eyes, I put a bullet in his temple.”

She stopped and studied the baby blanket she was working on, then held it up for Morgan to see. “What do you think, hon?”

Morgan mumbled something unintelligible. 

“Awww. I agree. Looks great. I’m going to be such a dang good mother.” Tamra started working on the blanket again. “So, imagine Paco’s surprise when I stepped out of the shadows flashing my badge and wearing my hooker outfit. I walked right up and put one in his temple too. Killed him with his own .38.”

She sighed, stopping to contemplate. “Initially, I thought hard about making that heroin needle you gave me match up with the batch from the dead hookers. But that wouldn’t have cleared you from Anderson’s IA witch hunt. That’s where it really got tricky. No, I had to be much more clever that that.”

She hummed ‘Mary Had A Little Lamb’ before staring at him again. I couldn’t have Morgan lose his job. It’s important that we work together. That way I can keep my eye on him. He likes to get into trouble. Boys will be boys. 

Tamra giggled. “You’ll be happy to know I kept the sexy little hooker clothes. They’re hanging in my closest.” Just in case he gets the urge for more filthy street sex.

“Someday I’ll put that dirty little number on and let you ravage me. Won’t that be fun?”  

She opened a drawer on the end table and put her crocheting away. 

“But first, we have work to do.” I really need to get pregnant, or my man might get suspicious. “Don’t worry, Baby. We keep this sexual pace up and you’ll give me little Morgan Jr. in no time at all.” 

She reached over and ran her hand through his thick blond hair. The sleeping man merely moaned. Now that he’s mine, he’s never leaving. 

Tamra turned off the bedroom light, nestling close to Morgan. “I know you’re trying to get clean, baby, but I slipped you a Valium.” I’m so proud of him. “No more pesky nocturnal dream visitors for you. My man needs his sleep.”

Besides, I need to visit that nosy reporter Mac Yung tomorrow. He’s trouble. 

Tamra had wanted Morgan since the very first day she met him and she would never have let that aggressive Brian Anderson, or anyone else, take him down. Especially after I went through all the trouble of drugging and hanging my own twin sister in order to win my dream man.