Nettie could have no idea that the murderer, hadn't been on sight when the deed was done, that it had been a setup, a trap laid for the unsuspecting Mrs. Davis. So when the cops showed up not long after she made up her mind to do what she must.No one had to know that she'd been the one to do it; she'd get their word that they'll keep her name out of it, or else she wouldn't tell them what she knew. But she for one was hoping to get the whole ordeal over and done with, put it behind them.Niall had awakened feeling a bit under the weather so the last thing he wanted to see before he even said hello to his kids was the cops at his door. "Look officers, I've had a rough night, and I'd like to spend some time with my children. If you want to see me again contact my attorney."Detective Sparks knew those words meant she had no recourse but to turn around and go back the way she came. It didn't matter what she'd come here to say, once the person invoked their rights, whether they'd been
Niall had no recollection of the happenings in the night he just woke up thinking he'd had a very intense dream about his wife, something that was natural given the circumstances he was sure. She'd been very good at pleasing him in bed, but how many othersHe cut his thoughts off there the pain too raw, too new. As Nettie placed a plate of ham and eggs in front of him he looked down at the food without seeing it. He couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten."Why don't you have a little something to eat sir? You haven't eaten in days and you're already starting to lose weight." Bridgette lifted a forkful of eggs to his lips like she'd have done with one of the children and he found himself opening his mouth to her.She smiled coquettishly as she slid the fork between his lips and did it again. Nettie stood at the sink with a look of total disgust on her face, slamming the dishtowel down across the lip of the sink before turning to leave the room."I'll be upstairs tidying the room
Back at her desk Detective Sparks was faced with another dilemma. The journal used a pass code instead of a key and she was sure she was about to face the same dilemma as she had with the phone and was still facing there in fact.She sat behind her desk turning the thin volume over and over in her hand while officer Bailey did some follow up calls. They were still trying to pin down the distributor of the dummy clown which she'd been surprised to learn was a more common product than she'd thought.Hundreds of thousands of the things had been bought in the US alone and she was sure it would take them forever to get through them all. Luckily for her, she thought, was the fact that she could just cut the little strip of leather that closed the journal, something she didn't want to do unless it was absolutely necessary."Let's see here!" She tried the numbers Niall Davis had given her before, their wedding anniversary, and gave a loud yelp of pleasure when the strap fell open. "I'm in!"
Bridgette bit into the back of her hand to hide her screams until she remembered that she didn't need to. She'd eavesdropped on his conversation with the housekeeper from the top of the stairs. That's how she'd known to run into the bathroom and push one of the special dissolving flavored tablets in her pussy before he came back to her.Now he was eating her pussy just the way she knew he would once he got a taste. She knew for a fact that her pussy with its little enhancement was damn near irresistible to men and the way he growled and moaned as he ate her out told her that she'd struck gold once again.She gripped his hair in her pleasure as she pushed her pussy harder against his mouth. When she came it was hard and long, and she was sure it was the idea of who he was mixed with the pleasure of his tongue that made the orgasm as enjoyable as it was.When he climbed up her body she was ready for him. Niall straddled her chest with his long cock bobbing before her face. She lifted
Bridgette was feeling much better this morning than she had the afternoon before. She'd got Niall to cum in her during one of their fuck sessions the night before, in his marriage bed no less. He'd already pulled out of her three times that afternoon, but that night she'd clamped her pussy down around him just as she felt him get ready to pull out and he'd had no choice.Sure she wasn't fertile yet, not for a few more days, but now that he'd slipped up once and the earth didn't move she didn't see any reason why she couldn't get him to do it again.Niall on the other hand woke up with mixed emotions. After the nanny left his bed in the wee hours of the morning because he didn't want his children seeing her leave his room, he'd lain awake staring at the four walls.The anger he'd felt the day before that had sent him running into her arms, was fast fading beneath the grief his heart still felt for his wife. Why had he been so quick to believe false accusations against her? There must
Niall took the offered book and rifled through the pages until he came to the first entry going back almost two years or so. He read the pages and felt like he'd fallen into some kind of vortex, nothing made sense. She was talking about him but it was as if she were speaking of someone else, a stranger.October first: 'So far Niall's other personality doesn't seem to be dangerous, in fact he seems more interested in having sex than in harming anyone. It's like our honeymoon all over again and I get to have the joy of a lover without the guilt. And the sex, it's so fucking amazing that I selfishly hope the doctor never cures him. Unless he hurts himself or someone else of course.'He looked up at the Detective, "what's she talking about? What other personality?""Keep reading sir, it's all in there." Detective Sparks gave him time to read some more of what his wife had written, watching his face change with each new revelation.January: 'I've told Valerie about my new lover but so a
Niall sat back and closed the book with tears in his eyes. He hadn't been aware that he'd been reading out loud the whole time, and that all the other occupants in the room had heard, plus one more pair of ears that were hidden at the top of the stairs, well out of sight."I'm going to be sick." Valerie jumped up from the table and ran down the hallway to the guest bathroom where she was violently ill. Detective Sparks gestured with her head to officer Bailey to keep an eye on her lest she pull a fast one."So, I am the one she was sneaking around with.""Yes sir, we ran some test on the cigarette butts and the blanket we found in the old barn we found on Miller's Road and it all came back to you and your wife. The child was also yours sir.""Oh no, oh hell, why?" His eyes searched the room as if looking for answers and fell on Valerie who was escorted back into the room by officer Bailey. "You, why did you have to kill my wife? She was a good friend to you, always there when you n
Back downstairs Niall kept reading his wife's words over and over as the love she bore him became more evident. How could I ever have doubted her he thought? And to think, last nightin our bed. Now he was the one who felt sick to his stomach. It was sheer strength of will that kept him seated.Officer Bailey had finally got the cuffs on Valerie and was leading her from the house when she announced her need for the bathroom. Officer Bailey had the good sense to stay rooted outside the door so he could cuff her again once she was done and then led her outside to put her in the back of the squad car."I guess I'll be going now sir. I'll be in touch in a couple days or so but you have my number if you need me.""Thank you detective and please accept my apologies for giving you such a hard time.""No apology necessary sir, I understood your position."He nodded his head as she turned her attention to the room's other occupant. She hadn't given herself time to be excited at the fact tha
Celia sat stupefied, ignoring the snickers and murmurs from those around her. He would pick the day when the station was fuller than usual to drop his little bombshell. She dared not look around to see who all was close enough to hear what heÕd said, and besides, her cheeks were flaming red. Not a good look for a detective. She barely tasted the rest of her food as she shoveled it into her mouth for something to do with her hands. At least his theatrics had taken her mind off of the sickening confessions of Don Simpson. She had a few jurisdictions to call and knew she was going to be here all day. She passed the task of calling around to a few of the others and went back to the interrogation room. By the time she left there that night, she had a crick in her neck, and her mind was numb. Thankfully Stella had clammed up and refused to talk, which worked in CeliaÕs favor since she wanted to be the one to question the other woman. Because of what had happened with Val
ÒShe wasnÕt always like this. I donÕt knowÉÓ Don rocked back and forth on the chair in the interview room down at the police station. It felt like heÕd just lived through a lifetime, but in actuality, it had only been a few hours. The female detective looked way too confident, and he was beginning to think that this was the end of the line for him. Just his luck, heÕd moved to a small town to get away from big-city cops who seemed to have more knowhow, only to run into an ex-New York detective. They donÕt get much bigger than that. And this one seemed to know what she was doing. HeÕd sat across from enough law enforcement officers to know when he was dealing with a pro or a dud. He was still trying to wrap his head around StellaÕs behavior. Why had she gone off the deep end now when sheÕd always gone out of her way to be careful? Never letting anything so much as slip in the past. He needed to throw up in the worst way, but the last time heÕd asked, the detective had poin
What the hell? Both Detective Sparks and Officer Bailey ran for cover when Stella Simpson pulled the gun neither of them knew she was carrying while Don sat at his desk looking lost as if he had no idea what was going on around him. He was only aware that in the last few minutes, things seemed to be going downhill fast. A day that had started out like any other had suddenly turned to shit seemingly in the blink of an eye, and for the first time, instead of making things better the way it always did, his stepmotherÕs presence seemed to be having the opposite effect. It was true that outside of his sexual fetishes, he hadnÕt grown much and had always been dependent on the older, more mature woman to handle such things. All of this was going through his mind as things began to unravel around him, and he couldnÕt seem to get a grip on reality even as things were happening right in front of him. The loud recoil of the second gunshot seemed to drag him out of his stupor, and he
I wonder what it is that sheÕs thinking about so deeply? Celia thought as she watched the older woman closely while she seemed lost in thought. In the last five minutes, a myriad of emotions had crossed that rather expressive face that she was sure had once held immense beauty but was now weathered by life and time. She did her best to hide her true feelings about the conclusions sheÕd drawn in the last few minutes, but she may have thrown up a little in her mouth a time or two. Had the woman always acted like this with her stepson in the presence of others? Had no one else ever noticed the ick factor here? Nowhere in her research had anything even remotely close to what was glaring her in the face been mentioned or even hinted at. But it was obvious from the ease with which the older woman did it and the nonchalant way in which her stepson accepted the action that it was not a new thing between them. There were too many questions running through her mind now that
Stella Simpson was indeed in the habit of touching her stepson wherever and whenever she chose, but the move was a subconscious one on her part this time. Like Don, she too hadnÕt been expecting the cops to show up again so soon. Unlike him, though, she didnÕt think they were mindless idiots, but neither did she give them credit for being this quick on their feet. SheÕd expected a bit more digging and a few more questions maybe since they didnÕt have anything else to go on, but nothing like the questions sheÕd overheard through the intercom. She wasnÕt expecting things to take this turn and hadnÕt been prepared. Though things were still not as bad as they could be, she was trying to prevent just that from happening. She knew that Don had a tendency to become flustered rather easily and that her touch is one of the only ways to calm him down and keep him grounded when he gets like this. It was a bit risky in front of the cops or any stranger for that matter, but it was be
Don Simpson was caught completely off guard by the sudden appearance of the two officers who showed up at his office door out of nowhere unannounced. TheyÕd caught him slipping, as the young people like to say since heÕd been sure that heÕd warded off the female detective the day before. His secretary looked a bit askance at him as she ushered them into the inner office before closing the door behind them. ÒDetective, what can I do for you? I thought we already established yesterday that I donÕt know the young lady in question, so wouldnÕt be of much help with your investigation. Come in, come in.Ó He made a grand gesture of inviting them in as he gave them his best shit-eating grin. The one that every good lawyer worth his salt had practiced in his mirror at least a thousand times give or take. It pretty much says weÕre all on the same team, nothing to see here and has gotten him out of many a scrape with the boys in blue in the past. The fact that she was a woman shoul
Gil wasnÕt looking too good when the detectives showed up at his door. HeÕd not too long gotten off the phone with Bobby, whoÕd called to give him a heads-up that they were on their way to see him. He didnÕt quite know how to feel about other people knowing what heÕd done on the very night after his wifeÕs dead body was found. He didnÕt want people in the little town, thinking that he hadnÕt loved his Mel because he did. He also had the fleeting worry that the New York detective might find his actions suspicious and start sniffing around his tail instead of going after the real killer. According to Bobby, she wasnÕt the type, and from what heÕd seen so far, heÕd have to agree. Still, what heÕd done could be misconstrued and damn sure frowned upon if it got back to the wrong people. By the time he opened the door to Detective Sparks, and Officer Bailey Gil was in a state. HeÕd worked himself into a tizzy worrying not only about what heÕd done but also about the fact that h
By the time Celia reached her desk Riley, and his antics were the last thing on her mind. She was back in detective mode and was sure that she was on the right track. SheÕd spent most of the time after leaving Don WilsonÕs office, concentrating on who the mystery guest had been, but now her focus had shifted back to her reason for going there in the first place. She was sure that sheÕd found Don Simpson and the fact that heÕd changed his name and was now using an alias was only one of the reasons she found him suspicious. As a detective whoÕd been trained by the best, she knew all of the signs to look for in a suspect. Some of them are sophisticated enough to get away with lying, but a greenhorn like Don wasnÕt savvy enough to pull the wool over her eyes. She couldnÕt quite put her finger on why exactly she didnÕt peg him as her killer; the vibe just wasnÕt there. But she knew from his squirrely actions under her questioning that he knew something or was involved in some
Don stepped gingerly from the shower, the welts on his ass and back burning like fire with each move he made. It was a small price to pay for the pleasure heÕd enjoyed all evening and into the night, though, so he wasnÕt about to complain. Not only had he had one of the best fucks of his life, which was saying a lot considering, but that hot detective didnÕt seem to be on his scent. SheÕd given him a bit of a stir showing up like that, but in the end, he was able to keep her from guessing the truth. It still remains to be seen if heÕd have to pick up stakes and leave town in the near future, but for now, he didnÕt feel the rush to do so, not like last time when the cops were on his ass, and he had to bail. Standing in front of the mirror, he ran the towel over his wet chest down past his middle that was growing a little soft to his cock that was still on full alert. In the bedroom next door, his tormentor was waiting, ready to soothe the pain left by her vicious beating.