Page 194 of Straight Dad
“Best. Blow. Job. Ever.”
She licks her lips and adds another layer of whip cream to my softening shaft and licks it again, swirling the head and flattening her tongue under the ridge. She kisses her way up my body starting at the scar on my hip, making sure to give attention to each wound before placing a kiss on the center of my chest.
“That wasn’t vegan.”
She holds up the can. “It is. This one is made with coconut milk.”
“My man meat.”
“Tell me you didn’t just call it man meat. That’s atrocious.”
“I’m old. That’s what old people do. They say whatever they want, whenever they want with no filter. Welcome to old man Layton. Where’s my BarcaLounger?”
“I got you something different, but if you want me to return it for a recliner, just say the word.”
“Does my gift come with Metamucil?”
“Nope. I’m going to go—”
She never finishes that line, because my phone buzzes. Her phone rings. Mine starts too.
‘Exton’ flashes across the screen, and I answer, panic replacing the carnal pleasure that was most recently racing through my veins.
“Ex?”
“Turn on the news.”
“Which channel?”
“Hello?” Livy says into her phone and turns to me with wide eyes.
“Any channel. It’s on all of them.”
“Turn on the news,” Livy says calmly.
I flip a switch, and the art above the dresser retreats into the ceiling and a flat screen pops out into its place. I fumble with the remote and turn the volume up as Exton moves in the background. Livy speaks quietly into her phone.
I grab her hand and squeeze as I see the picture of uniformed men leading a handcuffed man to a police cruiser.
This morning, the FBI with help from the Drug Enforcement Administration raided the home and business of Charlie Schmidt, a famed professional sports agent.
My phone buzzes, and I pull it from my face to see George calling. I’ll have to call him back.
Schmidt and two of his business partners at Tingle, Schmidt, and Associates based in Los Angeles have been under investigation for dispensing drugs to clients and non-clients alike. A months-long investigation found the trio was sending opioids and other narcotics to players who paid for the service. In addition, Tingle was also using controlled substances to eliminate prospects who refused to sign with his agency and to blackmail those with rival agents to come to work with him for increased commissions.
Charlie Schmidt is also accused of staging fake health-care workers in hospital settings to have easier access and early onset addiction.
It is a felony offense to prescribe or dispense medicine as an unlicensed professional. While opioids are heavily regulated, this charge is made all the larger because the agency was using the US Postal Service in the commission of the crime. This is now a federal crime that can be tried by both the FBI and the DEA.
Anyone who was a victim of this scheme is encouraged to come forward as a witness.
As of five o’clock eastern time this morning, all owning partners and two additional agents were in jail awaiting bond hearings. Assets for Tingle, Schmidt, and Associates have been frozen as have all personal financial accounts.
This is a breaking story. Check back for updates.
“Team Takedown for the win,” I yell to the room.
Exton’s voice comes through the line. “Proud of you, Layton. And that was my boy, Foster, who handcuffed him.”