Mystery: The Coming Back: (Mystery, Suspense, Thriller, Suspense Thriller Mystery) Page 6

  Stanley enjoyed his complete lack of experience and the excitement that was pouring out of every pore of his body. He almost could taste the adrenaline and the expectation that the other man could barely conceal. Stanley roughly slammed him once again against the brick wall, pinning both of his wrists on either side of his head with his strong large hands.

  He drew closer, his lips hovering just above his panting soft pink lips. The man stared into his eyes and remembered the hot gaze that had stalked him so many nights. Without warning, Stanley leaned forward and with an aggressive kiss claimed his lips. The kiss was without finesse, just pure plundering and taking as much as he wanted, while he forced him to open his lips wide. His thigh was roughly pushed in between the pinned young man’s legs and grinded hard against his crotch.

  And then, just before it could become too much, Stanley changed completely his behavior. The hands that were heavily keeping him pinned to the wall started to gently caress the bruised wrists, stopping carefully at the pulse point to listen to the change in pulse. The thigh that just a moment before was lifting his body above the ground, began to softly play and massage the tender place in the best possible way.

  The kiss also changed, from a hard, bruising lip lock, it turned into slow, deliberate exploration of his mouth. Stanley lowered his hands down, bringing together with his the hands of the other man. The man gasped in shock after the unexpected change and allowed the tongue in his mouth to dive in deeper to stroke every part of his mouth.

  Once again their bodies collide together, the hard planes of Stanley’s stomach awaking the man’s imagination and desire anew. Stanley finally released his lips, when they both needed to breath and launched to maul at his neck, leaving red bruises on his way.

  “How is it going to work?” The other man breathed out the words, already out of breath just from been kissed like that.

  Stanley stopped his sucking on his neck for a brief moment and spoke into his abused skin. “Don’t worry, if it is too much, just say it.”

  Before the man could put two words together to reply, Stanley kissed for a last time his neck and sank down to his knees, his head right in front of his most private place. Everything became a blur with the first touch of lips on him. He was given no warning when he felt the hot breath of Stanley against him and the steady swipe of his tongue, as he licked him from root to tip. The man threw himself against the wall, when a hard shudder went through his body. Stanley whimpered against him, making it tremble from the unusual sensation.

  The man moaned and looked down at him. His eyelashes were heavy with passion. Stanley was beautiful, so beautiful, the way he was drinking him empty, with his head thrown back, his bare chest visible under his open shirt, throat working, and eyes closed…

  He closed his eyes again and let himself feel the slick tongue sliding in and out, deep, gentle, lulling…

  Then Stanley stood up, dragging his body against his. Lydia stepped back, afraid not to be seen. Stanley pushed his hands through the man’s hair and stroked slowly his face, claiming his lips once again, this time gently and tuning down the passion. They were both losing it and he needed them to last.

  The man pushed his cheekbone into Stanley’s palm, letting his fingers brush all over his face, while wrestling with his own impatience. Stanley let go of his kiss swollen lips and started licking from his navel to the hollow of his throat. The man’s cold, long fingers worked at the front of Stanley’s jeans, opening the zipper agonizingly slowly. Stanley twitched and twisted, impatient to get more, to feel more, but he simply stopped him with a hand on his chest and a stronger pull on his jeans.

  The man’s body heat washed over Stanley when he leaned close and licked at his ear. He licked it by sliding his tongue around its insides, touching every hidden place there and yanking Stanley’s jeans open with his hands. Stanley grunted and struggled again, trying to get back the upper hand, but the sensations were too strong to fight. Finally, he found the strength to do something and used his two hands to rip his black button up shirt open. The sound of the ripping material and the flying buttons, hitting the concrete floor, echoed in the shadowy garden.

  Lydia saw the man looking at him, surprised and Stanley used this to flip him over, now facing the wall. The man shivered by the initial contact with the cold brick wall with his bare chest, but the contrast didn’t make him pull away, on the contrary, it gave him time to recover from his previous passionate state and be ready for the next step.

  He could feel Stanley kissing the skin between his shoulder blades, which he slowly undressed, by bringing down his shirt. The man turned his head in Stanley’s direction and tried to look him in the eye, his own lust dazed and full of hunger and want.

  Stanley looked at him and couldn’t suppress a growl, similar to the one a caged animal would release. He leaned closer and pressed his full body against him, and then he moved his hands to his belt and started to lower his jeans, inch by inch, adding to the sensation by starting to speak dirty words into his ear. Lydia shivered by just watching and listening to them.

  In what seemed like ages, the other man was finally naked with his jeans pooling around his. It was a completely new experience for him to be so exposed, so completely and willingly at the mercy of another man. His shirt had long been discharged, but his jeans were confining every movement of his legs. And that was exciting…

  Lydia wanted to run, to hide and forget everything she had seen, but some unknown force was keeping her in place, forcing her to watch and analyze Stanley’s behavior. She could see how he changed his behavior from gentle to abusing, from demanding to giving. The act Lydia had witnessed could not be called lovemaking, but there was something tender in him anyway.

  Right now, without any unnecessary words he took a handful of napkins from his pocket and cleaned the man, before tugging his jeans up and gently closing the zipper.

  The man smirked at him with a pathetic attempt at humor, when Stanley inspected his ruined shirt and decided against dressing him in it. Only then, Stanley fastened his own pants and looked around to see if someone was watching. Lydia stepped back, wondering if it was time for her to go.

  The other man was looking at Stanley with expectancy, unsure how things will go now after all was said and done. But, Stanley simply silenced him with his mouth, taking away every word, whimper or moan he might try to utter. Their tongues entwined in the oldest dances of all and there was no need of more words or explanations.

  Lydia could tell Stanley was concerned about the other man, by the way he was holding him gently as if he was going to break from the slightest of touches. He leaned forward, resting his forehead against Stanley’s collarbone and just stayed there, silently assuring the other man that everything was okay.

  After a while, Stanley lifted his right wrist and kissed the red marks left from his own hands. “Sorry for this.” He uttered and proceeded to examine the other wrist. The skin wasn’t broken, but there were some distinguished red marks.

  The man searched again for his lips, his hands resting on Stanley’s shoulders while he kissed him nice and slow, his tongue having nothing better to do. When he pulled back, Stanley’s eyes were again glinting with hot promises, ready to make up for every pain he might have caused.

  With a final kiss on the side of Stanley’s mouth, the man tugged him towards the exit of the garden and the car that was waiting for him in the parking lot, leaving Lydia alone in the house.

  Chapter 17

  Lydia was shocked, disgusted and shocked again…

  What she had witnessed right now spoke volumes about her patient and his character. It was not the sexual act that made her shiver, or the fact that Stanley was having sex with another man, but the way he had acted. Lydia had seen how the young man had acted during the sex. Seeing him engaged in that questionable sexual activity dismissed all her present theories.

  Lydia debated telling Stanley’s parents, but then she thought it would be too hard for them to hear something like
that. All she could think about was how odd it was for autistic people to behave in the way she saw him behaving. The scene had raised a red flag in her mind and Lydia knew that she needed to investigate the matter further.

  Lydia Chen was a good looking woman, whose long dark hair and charming smile had made many men fall for her, especially when she decided to put some effort into it. She liked to dress casually, in jeans and sweaters, leaving the suits for the times she was in the office. For her, life was more than a good career, a lot of money and powerful friends.

  On the contrary, she despised people who choose to live their lives that way. Her job was her life. Her research and patients had given Lydia a purpose much higher than the bare money or success. Her job had given her a purpose in life, something to live for.

  However, it wasn’t an easy life. No, dealing with people with many problems was not an easy thing to do. But, Lydia wanted to help and that gave her strength to continue.

  The fact that life had sent him to Savannah, she took as sigh and the few weeks she had already spent here has been good for her. Hopefully the worst was behind her. The long days and night she had spent suffering, while coming here had been the worst in her life. Her body and mind had fought together against the despair that had been slowly bringing her down.

  Today, Lydia had witnessed the fall of another human being. Stanley Douglass had presented himself as a confident, powerful, determinate man, who knew what he wanted and was ready to take it. His actions around the other man had been confident and superior. Stanley was the man in that relationship, and that was something Lydia had not been expecting from someone with his background.

  It was not an anomaly to be gay, but it was disconcerting that he would take a man the way he did. According to Stanley’s files, ten years back, he had had friends and had been well respected by his teachers and the doctors. His parents had refused to send him to some of these clinics for people like him and Stanley had been taken care by his parents.

  Stanley had been making great progress in his life and making plans for the future, when he had disappeared. The few weeks after he had finished school had given him enough time to examine his past and to start dreaming about the future. He had been impatient to enter the real world and to lose himself in the new life, he had been dreaming about.

  The man that had returned ten years later was a complete opposite to that young boy, full of dreams and hopes for the future. What was more, in one of his files, Lydia had found something about a girlfriend. How was it possible, then, Stanley to be gay now? The bi-sexuality was a possibility, but after what she had witnessed, Lydia was sure that that man was not interested in women.

  Unsure of what to do next, but sure that she needed to know more, Lydia went once again through the files and her own notes and found the name of the girl that Stanley had been going out with ten years ago. Sarah Stack had been one year older than Stanley then, therefore, now she should be 33 years old.

  Lydia used Google to track Sarah Stack down and was glad to see that she still lived in Savannah. She found her home address and later in the evening went to knock on her door. Sarah Stack was surprised to see her and hear her questions about Stanley, but once Lydia explained her reasons, she was glad to help.

  “Stanley was a wonderful boy,” she explained. “We were together the whole school year and even made plans to meet during the summer, but then he suddenly disappeared.”

  “He never called you after that?” Lydia asked.

  “No, I never heard from him after the news about him missing hit the news. I even went to his house one time, but his parents still knew nothing about him.”

  “How was he when you two were together?”

  “Stanley was the kindest man I have ever seen. He was gentle, understanding, always a gentleman,” Sarah said. “I remember him bringing me flowers, taking me out to dinners and once to a dance. I still measure my boyfriend with him.”

  “I am going to ask you something strange, but please think about your answer carefully,” Lydia said, looking uncomfortable. “Can you think of any accident when Stanley showed signs that he might be interested in men?”

  “Are you asking me if Stanley could be gay?” Sarah laughed at her question. “Impossible, we had many gay boys in school and Stanley was friend with most of them, but he never showed any interest in them.”

  “I hope you understand that I had to ask you?” Lydia excused herself. “What about now? Did Stanley call you after returning home?”

  “No,” Sarah shook her head. “I thought of going to his house, but then… if he wanted to see me, he would have come, right?”

  “Yes, I think that it is for the best to leave him for now. Stanley needs time to adapt to his new life.”

  Sarah agreed with her and accompanied Lydia to the door, promising to call, if something else came to her mind.

  Chapter 18

  The next morning, Lydia went to visit Detective Wilson at the police precinct. The detective was happy to see and invited her into his small office. Lydia thanked him and accepted his offer of a coffee.

  “I hope, you have made some progress with Stanley’s case,” the detective showed his impatience to find out how Stanley Douglass was progressing.

  “I don’t know what to say about him, but certainly I have found a lot of interesting things about him and his case,” Lydia said and took a sip of her coffee.

  “Tell me everything,” Wilson said, while adjusting his position behind the desk.

  “First of all, Stanley still rejects my help and refuses to say much during our sessions,” Lydia started. “Yesterday, I tried to introduce him to objects from his past, a book, his old teddy bear, but Stanley either did not remember them or acted indifferent.”

  “That is strange,” the detective commented.

  “Yes, it is,” Lydia agreed. “His parents told me that he had been sleeping with the teddy bear all his life and the book he was supposed to know from cover to cover. But, Stanley discharged the teddy bear and did not recognize the book. But, that is not all…”

  Lydia hesitated and Wilson could see that something huge was going to be said. “Yesterday, I returned to the Douglass house, because I had forgotten my reading glasses, but Mr. and Mrs. Douglass were gone somewhere and Stanley… well Stanley was engaged in some questionable sexual act.”

  “What?” the detective looked confused. “I thought Stanley was a very shy man, who knew little about women?”

  “He was not with a woman,” Lydia explained. “I saw Stanley having sex in the back garden with a man. What is more, Stanley was the one in charge. He acted as if everything depended on him. The other man was at his mercy.”

  “I did not know that Stanley was gay.” Wilson still had to understand what Lydia was saying.

  “I suppose, that is another thing we had to learn about him. I saw in the files you gave me that ten years ago he had a girlfriend, so I went to see her. Sarah describes Stanley Douglass as the perfect boyfriend: loving, helpful, respectful. She is more than sure he was not gay.”

  “What are you saying?” The man asked.

  “I am saying that there are too many discrepancies in Stanley’s behavior. I will even say that he is not acting as an autistic person. This man is confident, intelligent and knows what he wants. I am starting to doubt that he is the real Stanley Douglass, or that something horrible had happened to him to change him so much.”

  “What do you think we should do?” Wilson asked.

  “I would like all the files connected to his case,” Lydia said firmly. “You told me that there are more, right?”

  “Yes, but I thought that what I gave is enough?”

  “I thought that too, but I need to know everything about him, so that I can notice every single discrepancy in his behavior and words.”

  “Okay, I will give you the rest of the files, but…” the detective smiled. “You have to promise me that you will come with me to dinner.”

  “Is this blackma
il?” Lydia laughed.

  “You can call it whatever you want, but I will be very glad to have dinner with you.”

  “Okay, I would like that too,” Lydia smiled at him.

  Wilson stood up from behind his desk and took a few files from the nearest shelf. “Here is everything I have about the case of Stanley Douglass. The notes are ten years old, but I am sure you will find something important that could help you with your sessions.”

  Chapter 19

  They made plans to meet for dinner and Lydia took the files home to look them over. She read them carefully, taking notes and underlying the important facts.

  The police specialists had worked for months on the case, but all the efforts had been fruitless. According to their findings, Stanley and his car were nowhere to be found, and there was nothing unusual that could be connected to him. There had not been any accidents or deaths in the area during that time. His body was not recovered in the morgue and the car was not found anywhere.

  The only strange thing that they found was that there was no-one seeing Stanley after he had left his friend, Tim. On the recovered footage from the cameras could clearly be seen people walking around, doing their job and multiple cars coming and going. Nothing in their behavior suggested they were part of a kidnapping or murder and the police had nothing to take into consideration.

  “I think,” Wilson had said, after they had gone through the reports together. “That Stanley disappeared on the highway, leading to his house.”

  “Yes...” Lydia had agreed, but Wilson could see that something was troubling her.

  “What is it, doctor? You know that you can tell me anything, right?”

  “Yes...” Lydia had repeated in the same voice. “This whole thing... it was done by someone, who can move unnoticed... who knew his way around here.”

  “Yes, we know that. But, what is troubling you?” Wilson dismissed her comment. “I know that the whole thing seems very mysterious, but I am sure that we would be able to find a very logical explanation with time.”