Friday, August 29, 2014

The Housekeeper - Chapter 62 Part 2 of 2

By Karen Singer

Chapter 62 Part 2 of 2

Doctor Jessica Parker breathlessly hurried into the exam room where Candy was supposed to be.  Even after several weeks, the compulsion to not keep Candy waiting and to give him the best care possible was just as strong as ever… and her impossible grey wall was even thicker than ever.  She couldn’t believe that she still couldn’t stand up or sit down without seeing the darn thing.  At least she was mostly able to ignore it now.  Mostly. 
“Candy,” she said as she hurried into the room.  And then she stopped dead and stared.  “You said you had gotten your hair cut… but I didn’t expect you to look so good with it.”
Candy blushed.  “Thanks,” he replied.
The doctor couldn’t take her eyes off of him.  With his hair cut, and his ears pierced, and… she didn’t even know what else, he looked far less like a man now than he did before.  Far less!  And it had only been a week since the picnic when she had seen him last.  “You look… so much more like a woman now,” she said cautiously… not to mention, disappointedly.
“Thanks,” Candy said again.  “I’m trying.”
She nodded.  “I can see that,” she replied.  But what she really wanted to see, was the man in Candy, not the woman that he was becoming.  Slightly flustered by it, she was all business as she went about giving him another very thorough examination.  Before she was done, the nurse came back with the results of his blood work.  No problems at all she noted.  And his hormone levels where within the range that she had expected. 
“I’m going to change your meds,” she said.  “Since we have to move you along as fast as possible, I’m going to give you something different that will be a lot stronger in your system.”
“Stronger?” Candy asked.  “Are you sure it’s safe?”
“Perfectly.  To a point.  But your blood work suggests that there are no problems now so I don’t expect this to cause you any trouble either.”
“Trouble?” Candy replied.  “I can’t tell you how much my nipples have hurt!”
“All to be expected I’m afraid.  And I’m afraid you’re going to have to get used to it for a while and just put up with it.”
Candy was more than a little disappointed in that. 
“Don’t worry,” the doctor told him, “I’m not doing anything here that I don’t do with many of my other patients.  I’m just upping the dosage on these new meds just a tad more than I do with most.  And actually, some of my patients do get the same thing I’m giving you now.”
Candy was only slightly relieved to hear that.
Five minutes later, Candy had the new meds along with instructions for their use in his purse.  The doctor left to finish with her other patients, and he headed for the small kitchenette to wait.  New meds.  Stronger meds.  He was already amazed at how fast the changes in him seemed to be going.  How much faster would they occur now?
Half an hour later, he was following Jessica from her office to her home.  “Where’s your kids?” he asked as he carried a change of clothes into her house.
“With my sister.  I promised I’d get them later tonight.  If I don’t, she’ll probably never talk to me again.”
“Where do you want to go after I get changed?” Candy asked.
“To the casinos!”
Candy chuckled a little.  “No seriously, did you have any particular place in mind?  You’re not… burdened with that pacifier anymore.”
“To the casinos,” the doctor said again.
“You can’t!” Candy replied, still full of shock. 
“I know,” Jessica replied.  “But that’s the only place I really want to go.  I just need you to distract me… to make sure I don’t try to go there.”
Candy smiled.  “My pleasure,” he replied.
“I hope so,” Jessica muttered under her breath.  “Mine too!”  A little louder she said, “Why don’t you use the shower in the master bedroom.  It’s nicer than the other one.”
“Fine with me,” Candy replied with a small shrug.
Even looking so much like a woman, there was a male strength in Candy that Jessica found hard to ignore.  Thoughts of him in bed with her were coursing through her mind as she led the way to her bedroom.  “Right in there,” she said, pointing to the luxurious bathroom. 
“Thanks,” Candy replied before disappearing inside and closing the door.  He was back a moment later though.  “Um… can you help me out of this stupid corset?”
A few minutes later, Jessica sat on her bed and listened to the water running in her shower.  Candy was in there right now.  Naked!  The doctor knew she was supposed to be changing her own clothes just then, but so far, all she could do was to sit on the bed and think about Candy… and his body next to hers.  “Move, damn it!” she told herself.  “Get changed!  Candy will be out of there soon.”
So she pried herself off the bed and started removing her clothes.  But she didn’t stop there.  She knew she had to get dressed again, but she didn’t.  Instead, she got completely undressed.  Completely! 
Her mind focused on only one thing, she quietly opened the bathroom door.  It was hotter inside, and far more humid.  She could vaguely see his body thought the sculpted shower door that diffused the sight of everything inside the shower, yet what she could see only made her more interested.  She almost turned back… but what would be the point?  Nothing ventured… nothing gained.  She opened the shower door.  “Move over,” she said as she entered with him and closed the door behind her.
“What are you doing?” Candy gasped.  Her naked body was right up next to his… she was making matters even worse as she turned around under the warm spray of water to wet her entire body.  He stood back to give her room, but when he did, she closed the distance again, continuing to rub herself right up against him.  “What are you doing?” he gasped again as he retreated to the very corner of the shower… only to find her right there with him.
“What do you think?” she asked as she now embraced him in her arms. 
Before he knew it, she was leaning her mouth toward his for a kiss. “Stop!” he pleaded.  “You’re hurting me!”
She stopped and moved her head back, looking at him questioningly.  “Hurting you?  How can I be hurting you?  I’m only trying to make you feel good.”
He shook his head.  “Trust me, you’re hurting me.  I… I can’t do this!”
She was shocked.  Not to mention disappointed.  “Do you find me that distasteful?” she asked.  “Do women turn you off that much?  I’m afraid I never considered that you might like men that much,” she told him disappointedly.”
“No,” Candy replied.  “It’s not that at all!”
“Not that?  You don’t prefer men?”
“Right now, I think doing something like this with a man is nothing but disgusting.  At least I think that’s what I think.  To be honest, I’m not all that sure anymore.”
“So I turn you off that much?” Jessica asked, moving further away from him now.  “I’m that far gone?  That ugly to you now?”
“No!  It has nothing at all to do with you.  Nothing!  Except…”
“Except what?” she asked disappointedly. 
“Except… that you are a woman.”
“So you find women distasteful?”  She shook her head.  “What do you like?”
“Nothing.  And you’re not distasteful!  Not at all!   In fact… you’re beautiful!  A bit too beautiful for me right now!”
She was confused.  “You’re not making any sense!” she said as she moved into him to try again.  “Just let me hold you.  Kiss me.  Let’s see how much you hate women?”
“No!” Candy pleaded, his voice now holding more than a hint of pain.
Jessica moved back and looked at him.  “Are you hurting?”
“Yes!” Candy replied, his hands now going to his privates to cover them up.
“You’re… actually hurting?  But I didn’t hardly touch you.  And I know I didn’t hit you down there.  I haven’t even touched you at all there!”  A sly smile crossed her lips.  “Except perhaps with my body a little when I rubbed against you.”  She quickly backed off as another thought crossed her mind.  “Oh no!  Did I somehow hurt you when I rubbed up against you?”
“Not like you think,” Candy replied, now in even more pain.  “Can you please leave the shower so I don’t have to see you naked?”
“Leave?  You don’t want to see me naked?”  She was shocked.  “I’m sorry, I never imagined you that kind of a prude.”
“I’m not!” Candy cried, the pain more evident than ever in his voice.
True concern registered in Jessica’s fantasy soaked brain.  She quickly turned the shower water off.  “Candy, let me examine you.  I didn’t see anything wrong down there earlier!”
“No!” Candy cried.  “Please.  You don’t understand what you’re doing to me!”
“Then tell me!  I can’t help you unless you tell me.”
“The cold!” Candy wailed in real pain now because the doctor’s naked body was still all too close to his.  “The cold!”
“What cold?”
“The cold that Janice makes me feel!”
The name Janice sent big red warnings at the doctor.  “This is something else that Janice did to you?”  She saw Candy, bent now in pain, nod his head. 
“What can I do?” she asked desperately.
“Get out and get dressed.  The less sexy the better!”
“I don’t understand…” she replied.
“Please!” Candy pleaded. 
Jessica wasted no more time.  She hurried out of the shower, closing the door behind her.  She grabbed a towel and quickly wiped just some of the water from her body.  She grabbed a robe and slipped it on.  “Okay,” she called.  “I’m all covered up.  Can I come back in now?”  But she got no answer.  “Candy?” she called.  This time, she did get an answer, but it wasn’t a yes or a no, it was the sound of Candy crying. 
She opened the door and found him huddled on the floor in the corner.  His hands were still covering his private parts.  He was crying pitifully.  “What is it?” she asked, only wanting to help.
“The cold,” Candy managed to get out through his tears.  “Intense, painful cold!  And I can’t…”
“Candy, you said that Janice did this to you?  What exactly did she do?”
Sniffing and still crying, Candy forced himself to look up at her.  Jessica still looked all too provocative dressed in only her robe… especially after she had come on so strongly to him.  It had been a long time now since he had felt the awful cold… other than a few twinges every now and then that quickly set him back in his place.  But now, tonight, what she had done… the pain was awful!  Most likely made worse since it had been so long for him now. 
“Her will,” he said through his tears, as much from self-pity now as from the intense cold.  “I can’t get past it.  It’s her will.”
She was shocked.  But she understood what he was saying all too clearly.  “What is her will?” she asked.  “What did she do to you?”
“The cold,” he wailed again.  “To protect Carol.  To protect Janice.”
“To protect them?”  She remembered all the things in her own brain that she couldn’t do… all in the name of protecting – Janice!  But what else had she done to him?  As calmly as she could, she asked.  “Is it possible for you to tell me what’s happening?”
“I… think so,” he replied cautiously.  “I’ve already managed to say most of it.  It seems that with you, I can say more than I can to anyone else.”
“Because we’re both victims,” she told him.  “We both understand the other.”
He nodded.  “The cold,” he said again, trying to bring his hurting emotions under control.  The pain from the cold was one thing, but his emotional pain was even worse.  “She did it to make sure I never tried to take advantage of her daughter… or her I guess.”  He tried to laugh, but it was forced.  “As if I ever would!”
“So what happens?” Jessica asked.
He tried to calm himself enough to talk.  “Any time a woman makes me feel the least bit sexually stimulated, I feel intense cold in my… cock.  The more stimulated I feel, the worse the cold, and so the worse the pain.”  He tried to focus his eyes a little more firmly on her.  “And I’m sure you know what happens to a man’s cock when it’s exposed to something cold.”
She sat back on the wet shower floor and stared at him.  “She has to be the most diabolical woman I’ve ever heard of.”
Candy only nodded his agreement.
“She’s deprived you of any chance for sex.”
He nodded again.
But she thought better of what she had just said.  “No, that’s not quite right. She’s deprived you of any chance at all of sex – with a woman!  If I hear you correctly, she’s left the avenue open for you to still have sex with a man.”
Candy only looked at her, totally horrified.
But Jessica was still thinking things through.  “But that’s only part of it,” she said, still thinking it over, “I think… that once you’ve had your transition… no, once you’ve had the operation and you no longer have a penis but a vaginal canal instead, at that point, her little curse on you would no longer have any effect since you wouldn’t have a penis anymore.  At that point, you would have no problem loving a woman if you wanted.”  She looked at him… staring sadly back at her.  “Of course, most likely, by then you’d no longer be interested in other women sexually.”
Candy broke down into another major crying bout.  Not from the cold, that was fading rapidly.  But the heartache of his situation was just too awful to think about.
Jessica moved over against the shower wall and pulled him into her arms, letting him cry on her shoulder.  She stared up at the far wall of the shower as she contemplated his situation… and her situation.  “I should have gone gambling,” she said.
Candy cried even harder.

 “Hello Janice?  This is Susan.  I just heard the strangest thing.  An FBI Agent was arrested today for taking drugs from a major drug bust and keeping them for himself.  Can you imagine?”
“Never!” Janice mockingly replied, trying to keep from laughing.  “Did they say if they ever found the drugs?”
“Right in his own backyard.  It’s simply incredible!”
“It certainly is!” Janice agreed with a laugh.  “We can’t even trust our own law enforcement officials.”
“Janice,” Susan said more seriously. “Have you thought about your next move?”
“To wait!” Janice replied.  “I’ll give them a few weeks.  If I don’t hear from the FBI about this after that, then I’ll have to find some way to casually get the right word out to my lawyer.”
“Good,” Susan replied.  “It sounds like you’ve already thought this out.”
“Of course,” Janice replied.
As she hung up the phone, Janice couldn’t stop the broad smile from coming to her face.  Agent Jacobs was toast!  And very soon she was going to sue the FBI for all she could get!

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

The Housekeeper - Chapter 62 Part 1 of 2

By Karen Singer

Chapter 62 Part 1 of 2

Aaaahhh!  The relief was almost magical.  Candy slipped the errant strap of his bra back over his shoulder and cupped his hands over his breasts.  The new breast forms he had just slipped inside his bra were nothing but incredible!  They were still a “C” cup, but they weren’t as heavy as his former pair.  The big difference in the new forms however, was the inside.  They were concave, giving him plenty of room for his growing breasts.  And as a major bonus, they kept anything from rubbing against his sore and itching nipples. 
He pulled his hands away and stared at his bra against his body… and noticed again the area where his cleavage would be… actually, it was starting to look more like where his cleavage already was.  Not much, but the flesh of his breasts had puffed up enough now that he could almost imagine there was actually cleavage there now. 
He briefly cupped his breasts over his bra with his hands again, pushing in on them.  No pain at all from the pressure!  It was so much better!  He should have made better breast forms a bigger priority!
With that happy thought, he finished getting dressed.  Work clothes.  Comfortable clothes… if you didn’t count the waist cincher or the high heeled boots or his bra for that matter.  But for all other intents and purposes, they were comfortable.  Familiar.  Even the damn waist cincher now. 
School was out and there was no longer anything keeping him from working his handyman… handywoman jobs full time.  The only problem was, he only had the one job to work on that he would most likely finish up today or tomorrow… more likely tomorrow.  It was a big job.  But what about after that?  For a while there he had more jobs than he could handle, but lately his phone hadn’t rung at all.  He knew very well that it was very common for things to go like that, but now that he wasn’t teaching school anymore, it worried him a lot.

“This… is not good!”
The three men from FBI Internal Affairs sat around the small table.  All wore serious long faces. 
“I’d bet my right arm he didn’t do it!” one of them exclaimed.
“I know Ted Jacobs.  There’s no way he’s dirty!” the third one added.
The first man opened the folder again and pulled out the lab report.  He threw it onto the middle of the table where none of them were interested in even touching the thing.  They had all seen it… unfortunately.  “As much as I’m inclined to agree with you, the evidence though shows otherwise.”  He got only sad nods from the other two men.
“It’s hard to believe,” one of them said.  “The exact same chemical signature from another haul… years ago!  Even the same wrappers!”
“But the kicker is,” the third man added, “that he was the one who counted all that dope and signed it all in!”
“Which only makes it more reasonable that he did take some,” the first man pointed out.  It was a moment before he saw the others nod their agreement.
“But the question is, how much did he take?” one of them asked.  He got only blank looks from the others. 
“You both know where we have to go from here,” the first man said.  “As much as we all don’t like it, it’s our jobs!  And it’s our responsibility to make sure that our agents aren’t the ones breaking the laws.  Especially with something like this!  Move fast, and move hard.  Separate him from his partner and keep them both under wraps for now.  Question them both and anyone else you think might know something.  As bad as it looks, I’d rather get to the bottom of it all as fast as possible before this gets too far out of hand.  Agreed?”  He got back only nods in reply.  “Move!”

The stir throughout the entire FBI building in Atlanta wasn’t just a little, it was enormous!  When Internal Affairs came down and grabbed Agents Jacobs and Forsyth, they did it with more than enough men and they had the two agents in separate holding rooms before anyone could make sense of anything.  Their boss, Phil Goodman was hauled into a separate room as well.  None of them were allowed to talk to anyone else.
Internal Affairs let Jacobs and Forsyth sweat while they tackled Phil Goodman for information first.  The open mouthed, unbelieving attitude of Goodman pretty much mirrored the opinions of Internal Affairs, but evidence is evidence, and Phil Goodman was having a very difficult time accepting it as anything but a plant!  The minute he was let go, he set three of his best people to quietly look into the business… despite the fact that it wasn’t their business to do so and they’d all probably get reprimanded for it later.
There was simply no way that Ted Jacobs was guilty!  The guy was a one-track minded bloodhound! 

Sid Forsyth was simply scared.  He had no idea why he had been arrested and no idea what he could have possibly done wrong.  But they were holding him and not letting him talk to anybody!  He desperately feared for his family… even though he couldn’t for the life of him figure out a reason for it.  He got so worked up worrying over it, that by the time the two agents from Internal Affairs finally came in to talk to him, all he could blurt out was, “What the hell is going on?”
Forsyth listened with disbelief to the questions put to him by Internal Affairs.  He was very relieved to find out that the questioning was all about his partner, but the questions did nothing but stir anger and disbelief in him.  “Wait right there!” he said at one point, stopping the questioning cold.  “There’s no way the Jacobs stole anything!  No way that he would ever do anything wrong!  I know the guy.  We’ve been working together for years now, day in and day out!  There’s nothing about him that I can’t tell you!  And I can tell you for a fact… that he didn’t… do it!  You’ve got the wrong guy!”
And then they told him about the evidence against Jacobs.  Forsyth shook his head again.  “It’s not him!” he insisted.  “Someone is setting him up!”
“That’s what we’re hoping,” one of the men from IA replied.  “But you know as well as I how serious a charge like this can be.  And when all the facts point in only one direction, we have to look at it very seriously.”
Forsyth was only a little more mollified.  He allowed the Internal Affairs guys to ask him a long list of dumb but necessary questions.  Most of which he knew were from a standard battery of things they had to ask.  He pretty much knew the answers to all of it.  Most of it was simple.  Ted Jacobs didn’t have a family to worry about.  And as far as he knew, Jacob had only been seeing one woman for the last few years, and that relationship wasn’t even anything serious… for either of them. 
“And the girlfriends name?” the IA agent asked, just because he had to fill in the paperwork.
“Monica something,” he replied, trying to remember the woman’s name.  “Monica Williams.”
Sid Forsyth was kept in isolated holding until very late that night.  Only then was he allowed to go home to his frightened family.  And he went, it was with orders to stay at home and not go anywhere until he was called.

Ted Jacobs was simply mad.  Furious was more like it.  He denied everything vehemently, but Internal Affairs only expected that.  In fact, it wasn’t until they had laid the evidence out in front of Jacobs that one of the IA agents saw the glimmer of recognition in Jacobs eyes… that made him suddenly doubt their theory that Jacobs was being set up.  But when questioned further, Jacobs still denied everything… as he expected.
Unlike Forsyth, Jacobs wasn’t allowed to go home that night.  He wasn’t allowed to go anywhere.  Like it or not, he was taken to the basement level and put into a small holding cell until they could get to the bottom of it.  But by that time, in order to protect himself, Jacobs had already asked for a lawyer, and wasn’t saying another word to anyone until he got one!  Internal Affairs didn’t like that, but they each secretly decided it was a smart move.

“Hi Doctor,” Candy said into his phone fairly early Friday morning.
“Candy!” Doctor Parker replied, actually glad to hear his voice despite the fact that she had been called away from another patient because he had called.  But then that was by her own orders. 
“I’m just calling to see if you still want to get together tonight,” Candy said.
“Definitely!” the doctor replied.  “It’s Friday and I’m already finding excuses to go to the casinos.  As my therapist suggested, I need to find something else to do.”
Candy was tempted to laugh, but he refrained.  “Where do you want to meet?” he asked. 
“I guess my place sometime after work.  Will that be a problem?” she asked.
“No, not at all.  I just need to figure out what to do with myself till you finish work.”
“Why?” she asked.
“I’m finishing up a job today and it’s about halfway to your house from here.  No use coming all the way back home if I don’t need to.  I just have to find some place where I can change.  Any chance I can use your bathroom again?”
“That’s not a problem,” the doctor replied. But her mind was already thinking about the situation.  “But listen,” she added quickly.  “If you’re going to be early.  Why not come here to my office… oh say about four thirty or so.  You’re going to be due for another blood test soon anyway, we may as well knock it out while you’ve got the time.”
Candy didn’t want to mention that since he had still gotten no other calls for work, all he had was time.  “Sounds good,” he replied.  “See you later at your office then.”
“Great,” the doctor replied.  “I’ll see you then.”  She hung up the phone with her mind firmly locked on Candy.  As she headed back to her current patient, all she could think about was what he would be like in bed.  She could almost feel his body caressing hers.  She could almost feel his manhood sliding in and out of her.  It might take a bit to get him aroused… she was well aware of that because of the hormones he was now on, but he was still on a somewhat mild dose and he hadn’t been on them long enough to really stop him from performing.  She couldn’t wait!  Tonight she was going to do her absolute best to get him into bed, because it might be her last chance!  If she couldn’t gamble, then she was going to be as forward as she needed to be to let him see how interested she was.  She was fully prepared to strip down and throw herself at his feet! 
She stopped herself and looked around.  She had been so focused on wanting to get into bed with Candy that she had forgotten where she was going.  She turned around and went back to the patient she had left before Candy had called.

Ted Jacobs considered his lawyer to be useless.  All the guy had done for him was to tell him that it looked like the allegations against him were serious… which Forsyth already knew, and to not talk to anyone unless he was there… which Jacobs wasn’t about to do anyway.  So basically, his lawyer had done nothing for him.  Especially since he was still going stir crazy in the tiny cell they were holding him in. 
Other than that, the lawyer had no news.  He was trying to get him released, but the FBI was still able to hold him right where he was for forty-eight hours without charging him.  And since they hadn’t formally charged him with anything, there was little he could do. 
So Jacobs sat, and fumed, and worried about that bag of heroin he had buried in his backyard – years ago.  It was so long ago now that he was sure no one would ever find it.  The only time he had even dug it up and opened it was when he had set Janice Stokley up to get her off the street!  And he still didn’t regret that move one bit! 
But for now, he just had to be careful not to even think about that bag whenever they got around to talking to him again.  If they ever got around to talking to him again.  What the hell was Internal Affairs doing?

Every “I” had to be dotted.  Every “T” had to be crossed.  There were no shortcuts, there was no way around it.  Thorough!  It was hammered into every agent in every law enforcement system in the world.  Cover everything!  Completely! 
So talking with Monica Williams was in reality just another item on their list of useless things they had no choice but to look into and follow up on.  It took them a while to find her. 
Monica was clearly nervous when the FBI showed up – at the office where she worked, and pulled her into one of the conference rooms to privately talk with her.  And all she could think about was Ted.  She actually couldn’t wait to call him and tell him that some guys from the FBI had come to see… her!  But the question was… why?
“Miss Williams,” one of them started after they had sat down.  “How long have you known Ted Jacobs?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” she replied, trying to figure out the answer.  “I guess four or five years now.”
The agent made a note on his pad and continued.  “In all that time, have you ever noticed anything out of place, ever even suspected that he might have done something he shouldn’t?”
“Ted?  You’ve got to be kidding!  What is this?  Did something happen to him?”
“Please, just let us ask our questions,” the agent replied.  “You’re sure he never mentioned anything about picking up something he shouldn’t have?”
“Not that I know of,” Monica told him.
The agent nodded and ticked off another question on his list.  “Has he ever mentioned anything about a drug deal… perhaps years ago?”
Something about the mention of the drugs caused a memory from the bar last week to flash into her mind.  But she was so drunk!  “Um… I don’t think so,” she replied cautiously. 
But the agent had seen the look of fear in her eyes.  He pushed harder.  “Are you sure?  Because to me it looks like you did think of something.”
Monica just waved her hand.  “Oh, I’m sure it was nothing.  I was so drunk that night that I can’t even remember it all straight.  I barely even remember waking up the next day.”
“And how about Agent Jacobs?”
She laughed.  “He was worse!  I’ve never seen him get that hammered!”
“And what did he tell you?”
Her laughing ended quickly.  “I’m not totally sure,” she said.  “Like I told you, I was really pretty wasted myself.”
“But he did tell you something.”
She nodded.  “At least I think he did.  But it sounded so outlandish, it doesn’t even make sense!”
The agent said nothing, he just waited expectantly… knowing that his silence would cause her to continue. 
“Well,” she said.  “I’m not sure why or how it even came up, but I think he said something about taking some drugs or something from a major bust and then keeping them… kind of like for his retirement account.  But he was so crazily wasted that it doesn’t sound right at all!”
“Did he say how much he took?” the agent asked.
“I don’t remember.  I really don’t even think he took any of it.”
The agent nodded.  “And what did he say he did with it?”
She shook her head.  “Something that makes even less sense… I think.  Like I said, I was pretty wasted that night too.”
“But not as bad as Agent Jacobs?” the agent asked.
“No.  I’ve never seen him like that.  Ever!”
“And what did he say he did with the drugs?”
“Well…” she said as she tried to remember it all.  “I think he mentioned something about using some of it for something.  Something about another criminal, but I really don’t remember.  The rest… I think he said he never touched.  He just left it buried in his backyard or something.”
“In his backyard?”
“I really don’t remember,” she replied fairly flustered.  “Like I said, I was really drunk!”

The amount of time it took for the search warrant to come through wasn’t exactly among the top ten fastest times, but it was certainly fast enough that it wasn’t even close to the average amount of time.  So by the time the FBI was organized to go out to Jacobs house, they already had their warrant to search Agent Ted Jacobs entire house, including digging up his backyard if they felt necessary – which was a primary item on their list!  They even brought in a drug sniffing dog just for the occasion!
While one team ransacked the inside of his house, another team… and the dog searched the backyard.  It took the dog no time at all to sniff out the only item of interest that the FBI were going to find.  They had to unstack much of his rotting wood pile to find it, and when they did find the plastic bag, they unstacked all the wood and dug up the entire area.  But that one bag was all they found.  Unfortunately, that one bag was all they needed.  And worse, when they opened the bag and counted the kilos of drugs, they found a huge amount of money in the bag with the drugs.  And the money still had the bank wrappers on it! 
Things were not looking good for Agent Ted Jacobs at all!