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If she ever decided to leave her current field of endeavor, it had been suggested that Frances Ann Drake would do well in the restaurant business, especially running a breakfast diner. It has been suggested by many a person who’ve had the opportunity to share a homemade breakfast with the current and only female private detective in Toronto, Ontario that Frankie Drake brewed the best cup of coffee in Toronto, if not the whole of Canada and may anywhere in the United States north of Philadelphia and east of Chicago.
In fact two of the biggest fans of Frankie’s java alchemy were currently, supposedly, resting in her bedroom. It was for them and herself that three piping hot cups of joe were poured into cups and then placed on a platter with sugar, fresh cream, and spoons. As Frankie approached the bedroom with the coffee, she heard the noises.
And when Frankie crossed the threshold, it was all she could do to hold that platter steady. For it seemed that her two houseguests for the previous evening were...shall one say...already having “breakfast.”
There was Mary Shaw, morality officer for the Toronto Police Department, and Moses Page, champion prize fighter on sabbatical, horizontally and oppositely placed, doing things that Mary herself would have been charged with arresting herself and Moses.
And there was Frankie in the doorway, holding three cups of fresh, imported from America Chock Full O’Nuts, with a face that was half-scorn, half-smirk. “Fuck both of you!”
Mo lifted up his head to reply and for air: “Well, we were hoping...”
Mary, who..shall one say...had to disengage to talk, added: “We were actually waiting, but we got tired of waiting... soooo ...”
The two looked so charming, while looking so guilty. All Frankie could do was look at her two lovers and smile. Then the detective walked over to the bed, tray of hot coffee in hand. Sitting tray down, the blonde bent over to kiss Mo deeply first. Frankie then straightened up to give Mary a similar kiss, seeing that the brunette was all ready in an... ahem ..upright position.
Fifteen minutes and some strenuous copulation later, the trio did have enough strength to sip their own cups of The Best Coffee In Toronto. The three said nothing is they sit their coffee, but they gave each other crap-eating smiles. Then they flopped sideways on the bed.
Mo's muscular arms embraced Frankie, while Mary's stretched out to both of them, giving Frankie a kiss. maybe it was Mary's kiss that set it off, or Mo's neck kisses, or maybe it was just the close proximity of all three, but Frankie Drake began to quietly weep.
Her two paramours were very concerned and wondering if they did something. Frankie assurance that they didn't. "I just realized that what we just did could have gotten us all killed," Frankie said through warm tears. "I've read what they've done to people like Moe in the US, especially in the southern US. If Moses looked at me 'the wrong way" (Frankie used air-quotes finger gestures at that), they would have hung him. It's not any better here. There's some people who think that because we're Canada, we're more sophisticated...more open-minded. But this place is just as prejudiced as people across the border. And they would probably do the same thing to Mary and I. People feel the same way about same-gender relationships as as they do with..." At this point, Frankie started to break down. And sobbing heavily, she finished her thought: "and the other thing is that...I...I am in love....with both of you!"
Frankie Drake never showed emotion. It wasn't part of her job description. It wasn't part of who she was. But there she was, collapsing emotionally between the two people who meant as much to her as anything.
And, as usual, it was Officer Mary Shaw who talked her off at emotional ledge: "Frankie... I know. Legally I would have to turn both of you in and turn myself in as well. What we've been doing tonight was totally illegal in Toronto. Homosexuality! Miscegenation! These are felonies. And yet, we didn't do anything wrong. Even if it was just out of lust we didn't do anything wrong. And this wasn't lust, guys. I'm in love with both of you too.
And then Moses Page spoke up, declaring his love as well. "Look, I don't know what's going to happen was either one of us walks out this apartment. And I don't know what's going to happen tomorrow. But right now I love both of you. And if I could marry both of you, right now, I would." More than leaned over to kiss Mary first, and then Frankie.
They said nothing and did nothing sexual, past deep kisses and a few caresses, for the longest time. The three of them just expressed something that would be very dangerous to admit to anyone. For Frankie and Mary, they knew that they're compatriots, Trudy and Flo, would understand. As for Mo, the only two people who would probably understand would be Doreen and the woman they call "The Anvil." Those people would keep quiet. However, as the morning wore on, it became very clear that from this point on, the three people laying on that bed naked would be living a very dangerous life.
But it was elected neither one of them wanted to give up. They just have to figure a way to do so. Love is kind of like that.