"Are you deaf? Yes, I already told you," he tells me, irritated.
You're right, I look like a parrot. I just repeat everything he says. I exhale and try to center myself. My confusion and clumsiness won't help me get Abby out of this.
"Ok, and what do you have to remember?" I asked him.
"Due to her blood alcohol level, it is not possible for her to discern if she dreamed it, or it happened. For this reason, tests are being done to look for bodily fluids and several toxicology tests have also been performed to find out what she ingested so that she does not remember, also in case she has been the victim of an illegal act."
"I understand. Now, order those tests for me", I order.
"And why you?" he asks me before taking another sip of his coffee.
"Because I'm the guy she slept with."
The detective looks at me surprised, but immediately composes himself and finishes his coffee. He probably thinks I'm crazy, and possibly I'm crazy.
"Come this way, Mr. Fuller"
He leads me down a hallway and stops at a nurses' station.
"Miss, I need you to fill out the documents for a battery of tests identical to that of Miss Abby Harris and please order them to be performed as soon as possible", Clark orders a nurse.
The nurse grabs a clipboard and several forms from different reams on her desk. She grabs a pen and immediately stands up to begin.
Here we go...
"Name?"
"Eduard Fuller"
"Age?"
"Twenty-seven years"
"Profession?"
"Business executive"
"Do you smoke?"
"No never"
"Do you drink alcohol?"
"Occasionally", like last night.
"Do you use drugs or psychotropic substances?"
"No"
I don't need them to make my life suck. Damn, I can't believe I'm doing this.
The interrogation continues and we enter an unoccupied room. She closes the blinds and sets a lock. Without delay and efficiency, he asks me to uncover my arm and makes a tourniquet with a rubber band, takes a needle and a test tube. He looks at the time and checks his clipboard to label the tube and pokes me. This couldn't be more annoying.
"Please, I also need a urine sample and, if possible, seminal fluid..."
Shit.
As for the urine, there is no problem. This morning I was thirsty like a shipwrecked man and I drank, easily, three liters of water in twenty minutes. But as for the semen, if that is to prove that I had sex with Abby... I was very drunk, and yes, also a little dizzy, but I used the condoms that idiot Elliot gave me. I'll tell the nurse.
"Miss, about the semen sample... it happened that last night, no matter how drunk I was, I used a condom."
"I will inform Detective Clark so that he can order a search for the condoms and compare them with their samples," the nurse answers.
I don't object anymore and go to the toilet in the room to give the samples to the nurse.
As I unbutton my pants, some memories of the night come to mind.
Small, pale, clumsy hands unbutton my belt and pants and I watch, dumbfounded, as she bites her lower lip in concentration. She giggles and looks at me.
"I'm sorry... it's the first time I undressed someone..."
"Don't worry, I love watching you bite your lip, it must be delicious..."
"Do you want to try it?" she asks me flirtatiously.
"Yeah..."
"It will be later... I want to try this delight first."
I didn't realize the moment when she lowered my pants to my knees and was looking at my penis more than ready. She smacks her lips and that gesture makes her almost burst.
"Touch it," I invited her.
"It is very large..."
"Yeah"
"It will only be for me," she says with a smile.
She doesn't let me answer her and puts me in her mouth. Thus begins a game between my cock and her tongue.
Come in, come out...
The memory of that blowjob makes her effortlessly get my semen sample from the nurse. Embarrassed, I forced myself to cum quickly and after finishing, I left without looking at the nurse's face and handed her the containers with her samples. Without further ado, I grab my jacket and leave the room.
I meet Welch in the hallway, he's talking to Detective Clark and the nurse comes out behind me with a paper bag with a label on it and looks at the two guys.
"Tell me, detective"
"Miss, analyze the semen samples in these condoms and verify they match"
"Welch, did you track me?"
"No, sir, but I figured I would have to send all the condoms I found at Ganash Manor for analysis."
"But I did tell you that I was in a guest room...!"
"But the mansion has six additional inhabitants besides the family and staff. Whatever they did at that party, it makes it clear that there was a real bacchanal there last night..." Welch explains.
"Please let me know as soon as you find the sample that matches Mr. Fuller's tests, miss," Clark intervenes.
"Of course, detective," the nurse answers and leaves with the bags that Welch gave her.
"I will inform you of what I know. I'll be on the case, sir..."
"Great. I'll call my father. I want you to defend Abby if necessary."
"We will do it, sir."
I went to a seat in the waiting room and tried to calm down.
XXX
I see that Abby has finally come out of one of the rooms and behind her is another nurse. From the other side of the corridor come the laboratory nurses who are bringing some envelopes that the detectives are looking at.
"Are you OK?" I asked Abby.
"No, but I try," she murmurs.
"Peaceful. I'll help you get out of this," I said in the same tone and look into her eyes.
Those blue wells can see through my soul. But with her, I don't feel ashamed or dirty, she looks at me with tenderness, with compassion... How strong she is to feel compassion for a savage like me! How brave she is to be compassionate even in this situation!
"Thank you... Do you remember anything?" She asks me. She refers to last night.
"No, but I'm sure whatever happened between us was wonderful."
I answer honestly. I saw her eyes shine, and I realize I was sincere.
It was the best night of my life.