Gretna Green Village
Dr. Lanna Roundwater sat at a cafe along the street in front of her office. She was busy at sixty-five years of age, as she travelled a lot. While looking at the scenery outside her favourite cafe while enjoying her morning tea, tourists passed by while bicyclists pedaled by in a casual rhythm, clearly in no hurry to get wherever they were going. Pedestrians strolled by at a similar pace, leisurely and carefree. The high late morning sun beamed down brightly, and despite a chill in the fall air, she didn’t feel the cold in her white office shirt and black slacks.
Shawn and Catherine were jolted from their seats when they heard a similar bombing fifty-five miles away from Gretna Green village. It was an identical assault by an unknown group of criminals. "What the hell was that, Shawn?" Catherine yelled, her ears ringing as she had been deep down in the ocean deep. People around them in the cafe scampered after the initial shock. "I think it's a bomb!" "Jesus! Was it for us?" "I have no idea," Shawn growled as he took his gun and took Catherine's hand as they ran outside the cafe. He saw a dark red sedan parked next to the sidewalk, mere feet from a sidewalk cafe not unlike the one they'd just left. Not a car accident. Based on the blast, the charred building next to the wreckage, and the number of casualties, there was no questioning what happened. "Oh, God, S-Shawn! S-so many wounded." "This was a terrorist attack," Shawn answered with a visible rage, while a siren could be heard from the distance. An ambulance screeched around the corn
Seven hours later, Shawn stepped out of the cafe holding what Catherine assumed was a cup of coffee.After Shawn gave the shooter to the police officer, the man took a gun and killed himself.Then, Shawn and Catherine drove to Gretna Green village and found out that they too had had a similar accident, and the people were on edge, as they rested in the cafe in front of the wreckage after Dr. Lanna Roundwater left them. They had a conversation earlier, and the piece of the tablet was given to Shawn, and now they were both relentless about what to do about it.Their nerves were still tingling from the shocks. Now they know
Warning Rated SPG "I think you two need to rest first. Both of you looked dead anyway. I have a guest room. Feel free to use it, and after dinner, we shall visit the orphanage." Doctor Lanna garbled and gestured to the guest room. They nodded and were grateful for the hospitality. "Thank you, doctor." "No worries, dear. You two are always welcome" As they close the door, Shawn kisses Catherine, "Shawn wait…" "I can't wait any more…" "We are supposed to be resting, sleeping…" "But I miss you already," Shawn added with a kiss.
Warning Rated SPG 18+ She slid onto the bed, not allowing their warm, naked bodies to touch in any way. She smiled at him. Knowing full well, Shawn was on the edge of his desire. Raising herself onto all fours, she let herself sway above him, and then, softly, she murmured, "So, husband? You may only use one hand.Nothing else." With a groan that sounded as if it were torn from his throat, he reached for her, his hand large enough to clasp her whole breast. "Wife, you are clearly enjoying this torture. Please," he gasped, his body jerking as he squeezed her. "Please? Both hands?" he pleaded. She couldn’t deny him. That one natural warm touch was curtailing her to pure passion, and even as she expected to put forth her power over him, she couldn’t say no. She bobbled her head with a small moan, because she could ha
After dinner, the three prepared for a long drive to the orphanage. Winter was knocking on the door, and the temperature had plummeted to the point where going outside in short sleeves was out of the question. "Doctor, are you sure you're coming with us?" Shawn asked. The old doctor nodded. "I may as well come along. It’s what Anthony would have wanted." "That’s the spirit," Catherine chimed in. Shawn lifted his backpack off the floor by the door and slung it over his shoulder. Catherine grabbed his tablet and phone as well and waited for their host. Doctor Lanna disappeared int
"Now, Dave, this is how it is going to work. See, I have been drugging you for days now, and until you won't succumb to my request, I won't stop. And your girlfriend will suffer the consequences, understood?" "How would I know where to find Shawn and this key? I didn't even know such a key existed. If you want a damn key, I have a fucking dozen keys in my apartment. Do whatever you like. If you must, pawn it! Jesus!" An extraordinary slap followed. "Fuck!" Alfonso whirled the enormous desk like a big feline sizing up his quarry. "You are telling me that you do not know where your sister is?" H
Three hours later, Doctor Lanna, Catherine, and Shawn were seated in the old doctor's white SUV as it eased into a parking spot in front of the orphanage administration officer’s house just next to the massive old building of Julia and Mason Orphanage. The three got out and looked around; the neighbourhood was completely lifeless. After all, it was almost nine in the evening, save for the stereotypical random dog barking in the distance. Even for a Friday, it was unusually inactive. "The children must be asleep now." The doctor murmured as if answering his silent questions. Shawn supposed the outrageous late-night board games would have to wait for the weekend for the administrator and her family. It was not a life he’d been interested in pursuing, but with Catherine, he might want to
"This is a very charming residence you have here, Sir." Catherine broke the proverbial ice with her ambiguous compliment. "Thank you, dear." The old man’s smile was sincere. "I and my wife appreciated all religions and cultures and appreciated each one’s contributions to the world." He drifted off in thought, then returned from his office, where he took the number of his precinct officer's contact. "Here, this is the calling card of my dear friend. Sgt. Vasquez." "Thank you, sir," Shawn replied as he held the card. "I agree with my wife, sir, you have a very interesting residence here. It would be a shame if you closed this orphanage." "I know, Mr. Richmond." He sighed and added, "To some, this decoration might be confusing, but I believe that we all came from one place in history and t