My mother always said keep your plans simple and your escape route clear. Great advice that’s kept me out of a lot of trouble in my life and career. Admittedly, I was only really following part of that plan for this, but I had a backup if things went awry. When things went awry. My …
Follow along. Quickie. – The release process was the least painful part of the whole thing. At least I was out of that cell. I had grand plans to concoct this elaborate scheme to catch him. Something better than my last attempt that didn’t end with more words carved into my skin. Instead, I got …
I eyed my lawyer, frustrated by the whole process. If he wasn’t a friend, I’d lose my shit on him. This run around and grilling was getting on my last nerve. Twelve hours in the county jail without a shower, a toothbrush, or a moment to myself would make anyone a cranky bitch. Being on …
Follow along – When I woke up… was it hours later? I glanced at the red numbers on the bedside clock and they made no sense. My eyes took too long to adjust before I could read. 4:45am Been out for a while then. I swallowed and then groaned at my sore throat. Talking was …
Follow along. This is a quickie – I opened my mouth to beg. For him to stop or to keep going, I wasn’t sure. What I did know was that I wanted to come on his cock so fucking bad. I wanted it more than I wanted to breathe. Obviously. My cunt cling to him, …
God, please don’t tease me. Even as I thought that, I felt the head of his cock brushing my clit. A frisson of electricity zipped through my body. Suddenly I wanted to be teased. I wanted him to draw it out just a little because I knew this was all I could have from him. …
Follow along – I was frozen. All that waiting and he was here. He looked relaxed, sitting comfortably in my desk chair, the lamp casting golden light across his face. I was sweaty and out of sorts. “Aren’t you going to greet me?” I gripped the doors as so many thoughts cycled through my brain. …
My series. 500 words on the nose. – The Chief put me on a sort of leave after we wrapped the Doll Collector case. I say “sort of” because I was on call in case Mick got anything major in. Or he turned up. Just thinking about him started the jitters. A week off and …
Follow up Just as he fired, I dropped to the ground, sending my gun skittering along the floor. Muffled screams filled the room as I scrambled backwards. My back hit the cage and I felt her banging against the back of it. The door shut and I heard heavy footsteps approaching. I kept my penlight …
Follow up Here I was, following a hunch. I didn’t tell Mick where I was going when I left the station, determined not to say too much in case I was wrong. No need to bring the Calvary to an empty warehouse. It wasn’t quite a warehouse I pulled up to fifteen minutes later though. …