Serial Killer Strikes Again

[Katamari Roller]

When Lisa's shirt fell off, her breasts seemed to fight her black bra to get free of their constraint. They hung suspended in the air, and she felt Bruce's hands trying to unbuckle her belt. She liked that. He was passionate...

She unclasped her bra, and tossed it away as Bruce pushed her off, her head pointing at the front windshield. Lisa held her legs upwards, helping Bruce undress her. When her pants came off, black panties revealed themselves on top of her soft skin.

Lisa's body felt like it was on fire. She panted, looking up into Bruce's eyes. She wanted him, she needed him. And she was willing. Her breasts heaved with every breath she took, the ample mounds seeming to have a life of their own. Lisa stared at Bruce. She could see the lust in his eyes. But, she could also see something in them... something special.

She was conscious of her own body. She had examined her own curves, she knew she was attractive, sensual. And that any man would consider himself lucky to spend a night with her. But she wondered if Bruce would be the right man for her. Her whole body flushed. She wanted pleasure.

"Make love to me..." Her breath became more rugged, as she understood what she had just said. And, she accepted it. Her impulses needed release. Her mind needed someone to heal the wounds. And Bruce Woods seemed like a good candidate so far...

 

[Tseranc]

Their squirming and repositioning had paid off, all that was left was some black panties, that looked great contrasting her skin. But they had to go as well, and a few more squirms had them being discarded as well.

Somehow in that time, the specifics forever lost to him, his own suit jacket had disappeared, his tie was somewhere in the pile of clothes in the passengers seat, and his own belt had come off…with it all its devices; handcuffs (much like the ones she had discarded), a cell phone, and a beeper (why the office told him he needed both he’d never know).


"Make love to me..."

The words shocked him, but he didn’t show it. Far, far too late to get off this train now. So instead he never answered…verbally.

They formed their own joint task for in unzipping his pants, and pushing them down, boxers and all, revealing his extremely erect member, which shot strait out at her body above him, reaching for her, begging her to lower herself.

His hands were on the same page as his dick, and grabbed her hips, pushing her gently down onto his waiting shaft.

 

[Katamari Roller]

Lisa was... scared. She had seen an erect penis once, and it had meant pain. This time, as Bruce lowered her on him, it meant the same.

First, she felt the pressure on, and between her labia. And then, the pain when the head broke past, sliding on her juices, and into her. "Aaaahhh!" Her hands darted to his chest, and pushed, keeping him from pushing further. Her arms squeezed her breasts forwards, her hard nipples peeking at him.

She looked at him with tearful eyes.
"Please, give me... some time..."

 

[Tseranc]

She pushed against him to halt his progress, and then came the impossible.

"Please, give me... some time..."


No way. No fucking way she was this new to the game. He had to think pretty far back to he last time he’d been with a rookie…a long time ago. A lifetime ago.

“Just push down slow, take it in, let yourself get used to it…”

Just a few min. ago he though he was going to get his world rocked by a sex crazed super vixen, and now he was coaching. Life sure was full of surprises.

 

[Katamari Roller]

Lisa read the disappointment in his face. But his words... they gave her new confidence. "I'm sorry..." Her hands trailed upwards, up his chest, and held his head for her to kiss him. Her tongue wrestled with his, as her pelvis lowered itself a bit, easing herself on him.

Not down yet, she rose, and then sunk herself on him again. And again, and again, each time driving his cock further into her. She moaned at these sensations. His flesh against her flesh, his tongue against hers, and the tingling in her pussy... slowly, it started building up.

She moaned, and broke the kiss. Her tears were gone. She started enjoying it. She smiled. "Thank you." And with that, she went in for the race. She built up her tempo, catching a suitable rhythm. The silence of the night was broken by her sighs and moans.

Am I... using him?

 

[Tseranc]

Finally, she was getting into it! He had been beginning to think she’d roll off and ask him to take her home….and what a lovely long awkwardly silent ride that would have been!

But now she was slowly sliding up and down on his pole…and her moans seemed real enough…so either she began to enjoy it, or she was a damn fine liar. The last seemed unlikely. If she had been so new to sex, she probably hadn’t had time to learn to fake it.

So he took her moans as a green light. He started pushing up harder into her…meeting her each time she began to lower herself. He worked this into a pretty good rhythm…for being in a car with an amateur

And she seemed to enjoy that too, or at least wasn’t complaining. So he pushed harder into her, pounding into the tight pussy she seemed to deny the world for so long. His eyes began rolling back into his head, his breath quickening…he wanted her to enjoy it all too, but he also knew she’d had best be close…the ride was nearly over.

 

[Katamari Roller]

Lisa could feel the orgasm approaching. Each milimeter of Bruce that entered, and exited, drove her faster and faster towards it. Her moans turned to screams when Bruce reached her G-spot.

His tight cock brushed her tight vagina's walls with each thrust, and she felt full every time her pelvis slammed against his crotch. His pubic hairs tickled her, and brushed her labia. It was a mountain of little sensations that was driving her wild. She had never experienced something like this. Her juices seemed to suck his cock into her. Her brain went into overdrive as a massive amount of pleasure knocked out any possible rational thought.

Lisa was enjoying the ride like a madwoman, and she showed. All her lower region was a burning fire of lust and passion. And then, the orgasm stopped at the gates, held off by the very little will she had left to resist it.

"BRUCE! I'M... I'M READY! OH, OH! OH GOOOOOOOOODD!"

 

[Tseranc]

She screamed, and slammed herself unto him again and again…her wild nature re-appearing once past the initial discomfort.

Her young body pounding away at him at a pace he could barely match. He felt like it was he that was now just holding on for the ride.

And as her pussy contracted in its orgasm, he could no loner hold back…and let loose as well, burying his cock deep inside her as the jet of cum shot from him. His head smashing back against the seat, his eyes rolled back into his head so far he thought he’d never see again.

But after the pulsing, twitching bodies finally came to rest, his eyes did open and saw her body panting on top of his, and he grinned at the sight.

A good night drinking after all.

Looking down her back, and over her ass, he saw the lights of the lake once more…a more amazing sight from this perspective.

 

[Katamari Roller]

"HNNNNNGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Lisa screamed, the orgasm making her buck like a wild horse, and in turn giving her orgasm even more duration. Bruce's semen splashing inside her was the most delicious experience in her whole life.

When her orgasm died down, she took a deep breath, and then another, and another... she was panting. Sweat, in the form of small pearls in her skin, trailed down her arms and breasts to fall on Bruce. She dropped on top of him, still panting, and looked into his eyes. It had been an unforgettable experience, that's for sure. She smiled, and closed her eyes, feeling his heartbeat under hers. She shivered, her body cooling down after its transformation into a furnace. But for now, she was calm, and in good company...

 

[Tseranc]

All good things must end, and so far this had ended well. But then, the true test was yet to come.

He wait the standard 5 minutes before speaking. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy his current position, but work would be hell tomorrow, and a little sleep would be needed.

“Hey there hot stuff, when you’re ready I’ll take you home to bed.”

He’d let her move first, but usually once the ice was broken again, real life rushed back into people and the hasty actions to get presentable again would begin.

 

[Katamari Roller]

“Hey there hot stuff, when you’re ready I’ll take you home to bed.”

Lisa half-opened her eyes, and glanced at him dreamily. She spoke with so soft a voice, that she surprised herself. "That lends itself to a few interpretations..." She grinned maliciously, before closing her eyes and sitting straight.

Then, she rose slowly, pulling his cock out of her. She let a long, sensual sigh escape lips open in a small "o", and reached for her black panties. Then, she noticed that Bruce's penis was resting on his belly, soaked in her and his juices.

"Do you have handkerchiefs to clean it, or something? Or... should I... lend you a hand?" Lisa winked at him. She might not be very experienced at sucking, but at least she knew the basics. After all, sexual education was a subject to study when you are in college.

 

[Tseranc]

"Do you have handkerchiefs to clean it, or something? Or... should I... lend you a hand?"

Like he was going to turn a girl down who wanted to try something new….

“A little help sounds great there gorgeous.”

He leaned back again, putting his armed behind his head to relax, and looked down to watch the show. Her body really was amazing, and watching her try to move about in the small space the car afforded was a show in itself. Her tits bouncing with each movement, her legs twisting to find sure footing in awkward places….she may not be experienced at showing off her goods, but she was a natural.

 

[Katamari Roller]

"Hmmmhmmm... It might be difficult, but I'll see what I can do, with what I've got..."

Lisa kneeled on the driver's place, and leant forwards. Her tits fell a bit below Bruce's crotch. Then, she grabbed his cock. It was slippery, and flaccid, but she was sure she could "clean it up" anyway.

She started with a long lick along the base, rod and tip, like that a dog might give a steak in a cartoon. Bruce's semen didn't taste that bad... but it would be better to start from below, and make her way up...

She clamped her mouth on his balls, and sucked, pulling his hairs into her mouth. The smell was intoxicating, and it made her wish his cock was in her pussy again. But the night was still young. She sucked every inch of his balls, always pulling his hairs to the point where it hurt, but releasing them then. She grinned, knowing the pleasure it must bring him. At least, so it seemed, seeing how Bruce's penis had risen into a mast again.

Then, she nibbled the base of his cock, sucking the mixture of fluids like one would suck the first drops of a cold drink. But this one was far tastier. If Lisa had known it would be so wonderful, she would have gotten another boyfriend as soon as she could.

After the nibbling, she licked the rod upwards, and finally reached the tip. She stared at him with a feigned derisive expression. And then broke into a malicious grin.

"I think I will include the vaccuuming just this once." She pulled her hair off her face, revealing both eyes shining with lust, and plunged his cock into her mouth all of a sudden, then sucked with all her strength and using all the air in her lungs. Then she got back into a more normal rhythm, as her head bobbed up and down...

"MmmmmmhmmmMMMMmmmm!"

 

[Tseranc]

He was rock hard again under her attentions and could not believe it was the same woman that asked him to slow down not long ago.

He watched her service, for the grand performance it was. The fact she was so new to this made it somehow more exciting – not that she needed help. He hand went to the back of her had, and held onto her hair…pulling lightly. She might be a cock-crazed she-cop yet…but damn she had the makings of one…lucky for Plainsfield’s finest.

 

[Katamari Roller]

Lisa let Bruce pull her away slowly. I guess he is spent, for now anyway. This time, she did reach for her panties, and pulled them on. A few minutes were spent as both cops dressed again, something not that easy when clothes are tossed away carelessly.



Half an hour ago, Lisa still wondered how her panties got under the pedals. Bruce still wondered how his boxers got under her seat. But most of all, both of them wondered if the smells of their frantical love session would remain in the car for long. Woods sighed, knowing how damn hard it was to get that kind of smell out of these places. Lisa was thinking on something quite different...

When he stopped the car in front of her appartment, she got out fast. He suddenly noticed he hadn't asked Lisa where he could spend the night. Before he could turn to ask, though, her head re-appeared under the car's roof, and off her hands, a set of keys dangled. There was that kind of grin on her face that led Bruce to the unequivocal conclusion that she was, quite simply, ready for more.

I sure hope I can walk straight tomorrow morning...

 

[Tseranc]

The alarm on his cell phone went off…but it sounded distant, muffled. Probably because it was still in his pants; somewhere across the room. He hated mornings. He hated them more in a strange room – even if the night before had been so enjoyable.

He got up, not because he was a morning person, but because 20 years of law enforcement work had drilled into him a certain automated routine. A routine made less easy in a strange place.

Her arm was still draped over him, and it slid off as he got out of bed, walked to the bathroom to take a piss, and prayed she had a coffee pot. Thanking everything holy that she did, he made a very strong brew. His head was pounding, apparently she needed a bit more liquid courage last night and now his personal flask was empty. Shit.

The details were pretty fuzzy, but he remembered some wild stuff once they got upstairs. All told, the best first night on a case he could remember.

His fond memories were interrupted at the sight of a clock…7AM.

He walked back into the bedroom, and simply stated, “Coffee is on, train leaves in 15 minutes.”

He got dressed, and as per his own instructions, not at all like a cop (good thing he brought his travel bag up with him). He looked liked he was headed to the golf course; slacks, polo shirt of a horrible yellow color, and a sport coat to hide his weapon, which was still locked in the car with hers. He did hope she got ready in time…

 

[Wyld52771]

Detective Michael Hallenbeck

"I like it," she said, "I don't know how I've missed it before. So what do you recommend? Are their burgers nice and greasy and still mooing?" She was grinning at him, and he couldn't help but grin in return. "Well," he said, amused, "the burgers here ARE pretty good. I'd have to give them a thumbs up."

They ordered their food, and he found himself making small talk about himself, mainly consisting of his job, but was finding it hard not to speak of the case. His work had been his life for so long now, that he wasn't sure what else to talk about. Every once in awhile, an awkward silence would ensue, and he found himself looking into Ivy's eyes during those moments. She was beautiful, witty, intelligent...he found himself making a decision...for one night he could pretend they were just two people on a regular date, and not let their jobs get in the way. It made him dare to act on impulse...

He reached across the table, touching her hand, and looking into her eyes. "I have to tell you, Ivy," he said, smiling shyly, butterflies in his stomach, "I can't remember the last time I had such a nice time. Thank you...I've really enjoyed myself tonight. I haven't been on a date since...umm...well, it's been a long time." He looked at her, finding himself wishing that the night didn't have to end.

 

[Katamari Roller]

“Coffee is on, train leaves in 15 minutes.”


"MmmmmhmMMMM." Damnit... oh... errrr... Lisa woke up in no mood to be friendly. Her head was pounding like a hammer against a wall. For a second there, she thought the neighbours were hanging a painting. That was when a certain, most intimate memory came to her... and her eyes opened in surprise and unbelief.

"Oh, holy Mother of God..." Ok, she was naked. She usually slept in pajamas, but it couldn't be TOO strange that she was sleeping naked last night, right? And now, whose voice was that? She took a peek into the living room... and there stood Woods, with a pretty ugly golf suit. For a second there, she thought her heart had stopped beating. Her head didn't, though. And this was the first clue that she had not wasted the night away watching another cheap action movie.

15 minutes... fuck! Lisa jumped off the bed, and opened her wardrobe. Ok, she was not going to get a prize for staying in bed. And she couldn't remember that well where her car was, so chances were... well, she didn't want to take any chances. And the car brought a second memory to her.

Shit, shit, shit, shit...! She almost wanted to yell profanities, but held herself. This was not the time to wonder about it. She would have a looooong time to make out what had happened. Ok, it might have been her being drunk, so there. Now, if she could remember where she usually kept her underwear...

She raced to get dressed. Lisa liked to be on time for anything. She darted around, putting on white panties and a lace bra. Then, a tight-fitting sleeveless t-shirt and red shorts and a red jacket to hide the weapon... where was the weapon? Oh, right, in the car.

Her dressing was somewhat monothematic, but it fitted extraordinarily well with her hair. Now, red sneakers, aaaaaaand the cellphone. Oh, and the everyday things... wallet, keys... oh, and "the pill". She opened the flask and swallowed two or three. After fuzzy events last night, one can't take too many precautions.

Next, a fast visit to the lavatory, aaaaaaand... she looked horrible with that uncombed hair. She drove the comb in at full speed (plucking half a dozen hairs away in most painful a fashion) and washed her face. There, ready to go. Now her heart beat at the same pace as her head.

Lisa pretty much ignored Woods, and headed for the smell of coffee, stumbling around the armchairs... grabbed the coffee... spilt half her glass on the kitchen counter... Ok. Ok, Ok, Ok. NOW she was ready. "Shall..."

And then there was Woods to deal with. There he stood, in those silly golf clothes. Good God, how to go about this... whatever, later. There would be time later. She rubbed her eyes, and opened the door. Then, once Woods got out, she locked it and headed downstairs to... wait for Woods. Without noticing, she had jumped down the steps of the fourth, third, second and first floor.

And still the goddamn pounding in her head continued. Now accentuated by all the movement. If it was bad to go full speed ahead right after waking up, then this was probably the equivalent of a torpedo. She rubbed her temples, trying to stay a bit serene...

 

[poohlive]

It was four thirty before the pounding on the back door woke Trevor up enough to realize he was conscious. Before he had swam through a dream of fog and haze that was both dream and reality. The cutting edge of a fantasy that borded on sounds and shapes of the lving around him. He nearly screamed himself awake, a nightmare come true, before he saw the whole half a wall being hit over and over again.

"Oh, what the fuck!" He screamed too loud as he opened the door. Behind him, in the cold darkness with swirling snow as an almost picturesque background, and the tall skinny drug dealer from upstairs was looking at him like some weird crack addict that was in a bad fix for a dime bag. Well, fuck, that wasn't right. It was supposed to be him answering the door to crack addicts at the butt crack of dawn, not Trevor. Trevor was supposed to be asleep.

"I need your help man. You said you had connections..." Trevor bit his lip at those words coming back into his face. He hated ever coming up with that funny little phrase at the end of each oncversation with a customer. With each one he smiled, gave a wink and told them that if they ever needed anything, anything at all he had the connections. This little flippant of words can mean a variety of things to a variety of people. It was supposed to draw out fantasies, expensive and freeing fantasies that one normally can not get any other way.

Or, to put it in much clearer words, he was the man you went to when you needed something illegal.

And right now, that tall skinny kid had the look in his eyes like he needed something very illegal to take place right now.

"Two friends of mine were running down the Canada border with a stash. Good sized, two three hundred pounds. They always take the lake, because no one checks it, and at night you're about as far away from people as possible. Well, they were just about to shore and... they found a body."

Oh fuck. Trevor felt the emergence of a headache coming on, a horribly bad headache in the display of a tall skinny drug dealer that couldn't take care of his own problems.

"Dead?"

"Oh fuck yeah. Blood everywhere. They didn't know he was dead at the time, they came up to him, tried to wake him up. They touched him."

Contaminated the scene with tons of evidence. Oh fuck. Oh, double fuck on a shit stick with tiny rainbow sprinkles. He was going to have to eat this.

"Where?"

"Fisherman's Warf. They called me, and I didn't know where to go. I mean, Trevor... come on, what do we do?"

"Call the cops," Trevor said, "Get them over there. It's a dead body, they'll take care of it."

"Fuck that shit! They are on 300 pounds of fucking smoke. I am not going down because these little bitches fall apart in police questioning."

Fisherman's Warf. Not too far out of town, and yes it would be near empty. Some early morning ice fisherman in a couple of hours, but nothing horrible, nothing like the summer. Fuck, that would be the place to dump a body too. After it froze, snow would cover it, and no one would be the wiser until spring.

Trevor grabbed for his pants, and car keys.

"Come on," He said, slamming the door behind him. The front clerk's office had a tiny apartment all too itself. He had moved in serveral months ago, because the owner had given him free rent so long as he agreed to be woken up if the customers had any problems or complaints. Aside from a few nights it hadn't been much different. The ice machine broke down once, and a newlywed couple had a pretty good brawl out in the front parking lot that lasted over an hour until the cops showed up, but nothing big, nothing too important.

Nothing like a dead body.

A half hour drive in the snowy darkness brought them to two shivering kids atop one of those snowmobiles, wide eyed and looking as if they'd just seen a corpse. Trevor supposed they had, or at least the remnants of one. The husk of a ghost before it begins to haunt its final resting place.

Trevor looked up and saw this man's final resting place. The Tasty Freeze. Now that was funny, if it weren't a dead body he was about to look at, he might even have chuckled a time or too. What a fucked up life this poor soul had to live to forever haunt the stupid little Tasty Freeze at the end of Fisherman's Warf. Not even open year round, seasonal at best.

"Over here," The man said, as he pointed across from the woman and down at the embankment below. A light snow had fallen, but not much. It looked like snow had just started. He remember it being clear before he went to bed. His brain was starting to think again, running faster, getting pumped, accessing the situation. There was a clean-up, oh yes indeed.

"Where is the dope?" The girl nodded a shaking head over to the snowmobile. Its tracks led almost right up to the dead body. On the back of it was a huge kid's sled with a giant cube on top of it, all covered in a tarp. He just stared at it a moment, silently choking them all with his minds.

"Tell me that isn't literally one huge cube of pot."

"No, just tied up together."

"Ok, get it in the back of the car," Trevor popped the back of the faded crappy station wagon. A few empty beer bottles and Fountain drink cups fell to the snowy ground below. A lot of trash in the back of his wagon, he quickly leaned in, grabbed as much as he could and then threw it down to the ground.

"Quick hurry," The boy and girl started loading it up.

"Now what?" Tall and skinny was over by the body, looking it up and down. He too started shivering in the cold... just a jacket between him and a Mid-west winter.

Trevor leaned down at the man, face down in the snow, frozen blood everywhere, silently being covered up by the snow now falling to the ground.

"Shit, what do we do?"

"I don't know," Trevor said, "Too much evidence around here. You, the Canadian Retard duo over there, me too. Too much evidence. Fucking CSI, man. That show has ruined it for the rest of the world. Now you gotta be careful where you pee, it might end up in some dead whore's pussy, and you to blame."

Tall and Skinny just shook in the cold, "So what do we do?" He looked at Trevor like Trevor was some sort of contestant on that Who Wants to be a Millionaire Show.

The boy and girl started loading the pot into the back of his Wagon.

"Well, Regis," He said as he took out his cell phone," I think I'd like to phone a friend."

 

[Alerdene]

They ate and chatted and she found herself smiling and laughing more then she had in years it seemed. The food was good, the atmosphere pleasant and the company more then adequate. Much more. There were small pockets of silence where you could tell they were both struggling to not bring up the one large thing they had in common... and nearly audible sighs of relief when a new, safe subject was broached.

When he reached out and touched her, she nearly jumped from the unexpected contact, but settled down quickly as the pleasant tingling sensation where his hand rested raced along her arm.

I have to tell you, Ivy, I can't remember the last time I had such a nice time. Thank you...I've really enjoyed myself tonight. I haven't been on a date since...umm...well, it's been a long time.

Her eyes searched his steadily for any sign that he was not sincere, and found nothing but warmth and perhaps a spark of something else? Or was that wishful thinking on her part. She couldn't help but break into a small chuckle, and she quickly grabbed his hand as he withdrew, thinking she was laughing at him.

No no.. please, it's just that I was about to say the exact same thing.

He looked at her with something akin to disbelief and she shook her head, toying with a fry that was on her plate.

I swear! I was. It's been a really long time that I just sat and talked with someone with no agenda.

She sat back in her seat, her fingers still resting lightly on his as she deliberated her options. It was getting late, she knew he had to work in the morning. Somehow she didn't figure his schedule was quite as liberal as hers. As long as she turned in her assigned stories on time... she was pretty free to do as she wished.

She tried to remember the state her house was in... figuring it probably wasn't good. She was relatively messy at times until she finally got fed up and spent an entire whirlwind day cleaning. She had notes from her story spread out all over, not to mention a copy of the pilfered autopsy report laying right on her table. Yeah, that'd be a big hit she was sure.

Biting her lip in annoyance, the first thing she promised to herself was to clean up when she got home. Nodding at the waitress, she grabbed a few bills from her small handbag, thrusting them at the woman, telling her to keep the change. At the Detective's look, she held her hand up, brooking no argument.

My treat, remember?

Sitting back again, managing to put her hand back in it's previous position, with her fingers barely touching the back of his hand, she smiled.

As much as I'd like this night to continue like it is... I know you have to be at work early most likely. And I have a really early meeting that I can't get out of.

Suddenly realizing she might be taking certain things for granted... things that he might not have any interest in, she continued, rather hurriedly.

Besides, I've probably taken up too much of your time as it is. But really... I had a great time. Thank you. Maybe we can do it again soon...

Her voice trailed off as she stood, leaning over to place a small kiss on his cheek, just at the corner of his mouth. She inhaled, liking the way he smelled and her lips lingered perhaps a second too long. Pulling back, her eyes caught his and stayed there while she rummaged in her bag for a moment. Finally pulling out a pen, she took a small napkin and wrote on it, pushing it in front of him. The napkin simply said Ivy, with her personal number below it.

Giving him a small smile, she whirled quickly before she made a mistake and walked to the door. Glancing back, she saw him standing and looking at the small white paper in his hand, finally looking back up at her and giving her a bright smile. Smiling back, she turned and left, humming, a burst of energy flowing through her.

She nearly ran to her car, jumping in, giggles bursting from her as the door shut behind her.

Geeeeez Ivy, what the hell is wrong with you. You are not sixteen and in love! Stop it. If you weren't such a clutterbug, you'd have invited him over. Admit it.

Smiling to herself, she started the car and stared at the diner's door, almost jumping out and going back in. Before she could give in to that temptation, she slammed the car in gear and took off. She didn't want to ruin this night... and she would... if he came to her house and saw all that stuff over her table.

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It was nearly five o'clock in the morning and she got out of bed, not having slept yet. Tossing restlessly while she tried not to dwell on the tingling his hand had caused... or the way those deep eyes had looked into hers. Angry with herself, she pulled on a big fuzzy robe over her slip of a nightgown and dug out her planner.

Sitting down, her legs underneath her in a big overstuffed chair, she dug in it until she found the little black book she kept stuffed in the back. Her... helper list... or so she called it. Informant made her think of the police, so she just called them her helpers.

Ignoring the time, she dialed a number and spoke softly into her phone, nodding her head at the rudeness coming from the other end. But when she hung up, she was smiling, a new name, location, and number written in her book.

Glancing at it, she looked at the clock once and shrugged. Maybe he was a nightowl. Dialing, she tapped the book restlessly against her leg as it went to voicemail. He either had his phone off or was on it.

Snapping her phone shut, she set it on the arm next to her and lay her head back, thinking once again of what pleasant evening she'd ended up having. And the thing that amused her... she wanted to do it again. Her interest in the case and upcoming story had not waned at all... but she'd figure out a way to get what she needed without hassling him. She would. She drifted to sleep finally, with thoughts of how to accomplish that on her mind.

 

[redbaron05]

Jerry Smith

After leaving the bar Jerry makes his way home thinking about the blonde he had met smiling as he remembers the kiss they shared.

Sittting down to another frozen microwave dinner he pulls out the card she gave him and picking up his cell starts to dial her number then decides, "nah ill call her later" as he tosses the card on the table to lay amongst the rest of the debris there.

Finishing his meal he heads to bed after setting his alarm to get up at 6 so he can run to the donut shop before work.

 

[Babette_____]

Angelica reached for the phone that was ringing. Her long slim fingers slipped around the white cordless and she pulled it into the shower just as the water finished shutting off. She stepped out, pressed talk, and answered with her usual cheery manner.

"Hey Angel," the voice on the other end said quietly.

She could tell by his voice that something was wrong. She grabbed her towel, maneuvered it around her body, and sat on the toilet lid. “Hey babe,” she answered back. “What’s up.”

“I was at the apartment yesterday,” he said.

“You were? When? When I called?” she asked. Her stomach was rolling, she felt a bit of nausea forming.

There was a quietness, a tension over the wires so thick you almost feel it weighing on you. “Yeah... I was packing up my stuff.”

Angelica slipped to the floor, her eyes closed, her heart stilled, and her world spun. “I told you baby girl... they all lie.” Angelica shook her head and took a deep breath. “Why?” she asked him.

“I just don’t think its working out for us,” he said. There was a rustling in the background and Angelica knew he’d covered the mouth piece. She strained to hear, strained to understand what was happening to her “normal” life. When she heard the sounds return to normal in the earpiece there was just a split second when a soft giggle had caught her ear.

“What’s her name?” Angelica asked.

A sigh was her answer followed by, “Deb.”

“Deb? Deb what?” Angelica asked again. Her mind began to work out the pieces of an intricate puzzle.

“Deb Synder... I met her awhile back... I’m sorry Angel. I just...,” the voice said. “It was after our fight... she’d broken up with her construction guy boyfriend... Mac... Mick...,” he was interrupted by a “Marc” that was yelled from the background.

Angelica memorized the name of Deb Synder. “A local gal huh?”

“Yeah,” he sighed again. “Anyway... I left my key on the counter and I’ve got all my stuff at her place now. I’m sorry Angel.”

“You will be...,” she told him and then hung up the phone.

“Stupid females... fall for a cock every time... ain’t ever gonna figure out us men are you baby girl...” “Shut up, Dad!” Angelica screamed.

She stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. Her lips quivered and she bit back the tears that threatened to fall. As she readied herself to work, she pushed away the voices of her mom and dad, and focused on a name, a name that her now ex-boyfriend and lover was calling out as they fucked. “Deb Synder,” she whispered.

Angelica grabbed her keys headed to the shed where mom and dad were kept. She pulled the light, it flickered on, and she ran her hands over the female mannequin’s breasts. “Deb... I wonder how fast your blood flows.” She turned to the male mannequin grabbed the flat groin and said, “Oh last fuck baby.” She turned on her heels and walked out, locking the door behind her. The eerie elevator music had long stopped and only silence was left behind.

She got in her car and headed to work. Once there the slim woman opened up the museum and smiled as she took a seat behind her desk. The stiff white blouse covered the pastel pink bra, a business jacket of the finest quality graced her torso. Her skirt felt properly to the knees, her legs covered in nude nylon, while her shoes were a classy no-nonsense pump. Her eyes were hidden behind a pair of smart glasses and her hair was piled into a soft braid that complimented her barely-there make-up.

“Another day, another dollar... right Angelica?” Mr. Vixon said, popping his head into her office to say, “Hi.” He looked at her and smiled. “I need you to take a tour around just before lunch okay.” He didn’t wait and didn’t ask, he left as quickly as he’d come.

“Sure,” she said to herself. “Please... don’t let it be kids,” she silently prayed.

 

[poohlive]

By the time he started dialing, Tall and Skinny had gotten more than just curious. His stint of sober clarity was now moving away to that scary haze of mild curioisity and forgetfulness of any danger. He was up close to the body, trying to recognize who it was, or what had happened.

Trevor was surprised to see he got a message on his phone, and pressed to hear it.

A lady, reporter, another informant. Yes, he smiled, that would be nice. She needed some help with the cops to gather some information. A dead body would certainly be information right there.

He keyed her number into his phone, to store it for later.

"Holy shit!" Trevor pressed the wrong button, scared out of his mind, looking up at Tall and Skinny as he touched the body, leaning in closer to it.

"It's fucking that Baby Doll bitch or whatever. Man, that shits all over the news. It's one of her victims. Look, tied up and blood everywhere. Fuck a duck, man. This is big time shit."

"Shut the fuck up!" Trevor said, "And get away from it right now."

"Trevor, this is big news. We could get a reward or something for finding this."

"Yeah, and the first thing they'd want to know is why you were all at Fisherman's Warf at 5 in the morning. 'Oh nothing officer, just transporting 200 pounds of dope across the border, that's all.'"

Trevor sighed as he went back to his phone, and stared at it in shock. It was on, and the phone call was going through. The reporter? He must have pressed send instead of save. Had she heard the whole thing? He pressed his ear against the receiver.

"Hello?"

Another voice, breathing. Quickly he hung up, his hands shaking once more. This time it wasn't the cold that was making them shake.

"Oh fucking shit," He looked back at Mister and Misses Cannabis up at the car, "Faster you assholes! Come on."

God, what was he going to do? A reporter? Oh, this wasn't going to be good. He quickly searched through his phone to the one number that he thought could help.

"Michael, please pick up," He heard it ringing. At least it didn't pick up his voice mail automatically, that's something, "Come on... come on..."

 

[Wyld52771]

Detective Michael Hallenbeck

Michael smiled to himself the whole way back to his house, every so often, looking down at Ivy's phone number. He knew that starting a relationship could bring possible complications to his life, considering their jobs, but he wanted to see her again regardless. The way she'd smiled at him was etched into his memory, and he found himself uncharacteristically giddy.

"Maybe I'll call her tomorrow and ask her to lunch," he thought. He had to admit to himself that he was anxious to see her again. Tonight, he'd been about two heartbeats from asking her back to his house...but he was afraid of seeming too forward. He wasn't sure if that was proper ettiquitte to suggest such a thing...he'd been out of the dating scene for SO long, he had no clue as far as what was acceptable nowadays, but he'd fought the temptation.

He truly DID believe that she meant what she said about keeping her job seperate from what'd happened tonight. She hadn't tried to pump him for information all night, which was a refreshing surprise, and made him respect her all the more. Michael had a knack for reading people, unless she was an EXTREMELY practiced and calculating bullshitter, he would swear she'd seemed completely sincere.

He pulled into the driveway of his cozy three bedroom house. He didn't spend a whole lot of time here...in the past, the empty rooms were a constant reminder of what he'd lost. He'd come home from work, crash on the couch in front of the TV, and fall asleep...he hadn't slept in the bed since Amanda died...the bed seemed too big and...well, too empty.

Tonight, for the first time since Amanda had passed away, he passed by the couch, and walking into the bedroom. It was freshly cleaned...even though he hadn't slept in here for over four years, he had Mrs. Mitchell from the cleaning service clean the house thouroughly once a week. Fresh white linens were on the bed, and for the first time since becoming a widower, he sat on the bed, stripping off his shoes. The rest of his clothing soon followed, and soon he was nude, and pulling the sheets over himself. He'd forgotten how comfortable it was...although it still felt strange sleeping here alone. He had a random bit of wishful thinking race through his mind, wishing that he'd been brave enough to invite Ivy back here, and imagined her face once more...and had to admit to himself, that after tonight, he was a bit smitten with her. He'd always found her attractive, but tonight, things had change unexpectedly in a way he never would have imagined. Thinking how enjoyable the night had been, he came to a sudden realization...he felt like maybe he could finally start to move on again and be happy. It was this last thought that he took with him as he drifted off to sleep.

He was awakened by the insistant ringing of his cell phone. He glanced at the clock, his eyes still trying to focus,...it was a bit after 5 a.m. He picked up the phone, and answered groggily, "Hallenbeck here..."

"Michael? Christ, man...I didn't think you were EVER gonna pick up!" The voice on the phone sounded somewhat panicked...but he recognized the voice...Trevor had always seemed a bit high-strung, to Michael's way of thinking.

"Trevor? Is that you?"

Trevor was Amanda's younger brother...his brother-in-law. He hadn't heard from Trevor in a few months...and despite the fact that Trevor had in the past had some scrapes with the law, Michael didn't think he was such a bad guy, if a bit misguided. He'd always been a bit of a troublemaker growing up, but over the past few years since Amanda had passed away, he'd seemed to have straightened himself out, managing a motel somewhere on the edge of town, if Michael remembered right.

It was because of Trevor, that Michael had met Amanda in the first place...she had come to bail him out, and had just happened to run into Michael, the rest, as they say, was history.

He looked at the phone, feeling somewhat dazed from being woke out of a sound sleep...why the hell was Trevor calling so early in the morning?

 

[poohlive]

"I'm in trouble, Mike. And I need some help."

By this time he grabbed Tall and Skinny by the scrape of his neck, and flung him back to the car. The couple was just halfway through the bags on the sled and that car was looking pretty full.

He covered the cell phone, and tossed Tall and Skinny the keys.

"Get it in the back, and the sled too. Go back to the hotel, I'll tell you when everything is ok. Unload the shit and wait for me."

Tall and Skinny stopped for a moment, the keys in hand, before nodding and running off. They had to get out of here, and fast.

"Mike. I was... I found a body. I was being stupid, I was out joyriding on a friend's snowmobile and, I didn't even see it. I don't know what to do, I didn't want to call the police. You know if they found out I was here they would think I did it. I don't have any friends in there. Just you, Mike. Can you come, can you help me? I'm at Fisherman's Warf. Please..."