Serial Killer Strikes Again

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Samantha/Hollander

Samantha watched him rise and head to the door. For a minute she thought he was going to leave without telling her of Marc, but when he turned she relaxed only to stiffen again. He wasn’t telling her about Marc, but was in fact asking her more questions.

She took a deep breath and sighed. “No I have never been up to Deborah and Brian’s. I don’t know if he has since that night or not, he’s not said anything to me about it. But no I’ve never been in their home. Can I go now? Or at least wait in the lobby for Marc... surely you folks are done putting us through these little hoops by now and realize whatever you are trying to find isn’t there?”

A woman came into view and she whispered into the Officer’s ear. Samantha sighed and waited somewhat impatiently for them to converse. As she did she had a sickening feeling cross over her as the woman, a police officer too, kept looking between her and the file and the officer.

Words like DNA and wine goblets, blood samples, fibers.... hit Samantha’s ears, but she forced them away. A different case entirely she told herself, because she had done nothing wrong. . .she was a simple librarian.

 

[Steiner]

Martin turned around with an almost predatory glint in his eye. Forensics placed both of the subjects at the scene at or near the time of death. They had a blood and hair sample on Samantha and a blood, hair and nail sample on Marc. They had a serious case.

He nodded at the messenger from the CSI labs, a junior technician and gave her a wink, then turned in a workmanlike fashion back to Samantha Cordial.

"Miss Cordial, I'm going to level with you. Your boyfriend was implicated in a breakin at Deb and Brian's place. There was terrific damage and some nasty graffiti - a typical hate crime. He managed to convince the senior Detective that he had nothing to do with it - although we never had another suspect."

Martin let THAT one sink in.

"A day or so ago a patrol unit called at Deb and Brian's place and found the pair of them most disagreeably murdered. Didn't I tell you I was a homicide detective? We have evidence that puts you and Marc at the scene - evidence that conflicts rather nastily with your statements made here today. Now, I'm not saying I'm going to charge you with anything right now Sam, but I do have enough to go to Judge McCormack and get him to sign me a permission to hold you for another 24 hours. Which I'm going to do. By the end of that 24 hours I hope we'll have had time for you to help us square away the discrepancies between your verbal statements - on film no less - and the evidence we've collected."

Martin collected up his papers, before looking back up.

"That should answer your questions about when you can go home and where Marc is. I'll be going to bring him the bad news about forensics right now. Maybe HE can explain how you left signs of your presence all over that place without once visiting it."

 

[Tseranc]

Bruce and Shelly - her place in Chicago (still)

She fit against him perfectly and cooed as his hand slide ever more provocatively along her leg. She wasn’t the most amazingly hot young college girl he had promised himself he deserved after getting recalled from Plainfield, but she had other assets. She was a bit older then he normally ‘saw’, but she knew how to use what she had. For the first time since his latest ex he felt he was in the presence of an actual woman, and not some random girl. A woman he wanted. Now.

But as he sat then groping and kissing Shelly, what little that remained of his moral fiber snuck in on him.

“Shelly, I have to go back to Plainfield, tonight.”

What the fuck?! Why tell her now you dolt! It was going so well!

He continued to hold her close, as if he expected her to jump off him and run away that very moment.

 

[Steiner]

Martin waited for a response, but Samantha was silent. Shocked maybe, sullen maybe? Ah well - no mater.

He closed the interview room door behind him and spoke to the officer outside.

"Glenn. Could you take Ms Cordial to a most congenial private cell. She's a suspect in the Daddy's Little Girl case - so you're going to want to make sure she's cuffed. For extra security could you search her - I want to make sure she's got no concealed weapons or anything she could harm herself with. She's not been charged, but she's a strong suspect. Don't fuck up."

Getting an acknowledgment from the Uni (uniformed officer) Martin smiled (sincerely this time) and set off down the hall to where Marc was secured. He was going to have to beg forgiveness when Hallenbeck got back, but fuck it.

Hollander arrived just in time to catch a slightly worried looking uniformed officer clutching a file leaving. Martin didn't get time to catch his badge or name and wondered what the hell was waiting for him in the interview room. The uniform on guard outside just stolidly looked off into the middle distance and Martin just knew by the set of his face that the man had heard and seen nothing that he would relate. Oh great. Had his suspect been roughed up?

Martin opened the door and recoiled from the stench of vomit immediately.

"Holy Jesus! What the hell..." he walked into the room exagerattedly waving his folder to try and clear the funk.

He looked down at the equal parts furious and pathetic looking figure of Marc.

"Stomach flu, sport? Let's get you moved, eh?"

 

[sharingfantasies]

Jerry and Serenity

Serenity was shocked to learn that there were new murders. She felt terrible for the victims and their families. But couldn't help thinking that she was going to have to be more careful again. She wished her boss would return for awhile. Having to take care of the business, run the shop and worry about getting to work and home with a serial killer on the loose was becoming stressful.

After the news was over, Serenity turned off the tv. When Jerry asked if she wanted a massage, it seemed like a good way to ease her tension. Standing up she took his hand and led him to her bedroom. leaving on lamp down low, she began to undress him slowly. Enjoying teasing him with her fingers and tongue as she slide the buttons open on his shirt. She loved the deepness of his voice, the soft sighs he made as her tongue slid over her skin. Pushing his shirt off his broad shoulders, she began to tease his left nipple with her tongue while her fingers brushed over his cock, teasing him through his jeans. Shifting to tease his right nipple, her fingers slid along the top of his jeans from one side to the other. Smiling as his skin jumped in reaction to her touch, listening to his gasp, she took the nipple between her lips and sucked gently.

Working on his pants, she opened them, slipping her hand inside, and gasping with pleasure. He was hard and hot and male. Pushing his pants down his hips taking his shorts along, Serenity slowly bent so that her tongue could slide down his stomach. Kneeling before him, she sighed with pleasure, touching the thick head with her tongue. A whimper of pleasure and need escaped just as she took him into her mouth. Her lips sliding on the shaft as the head of his cock pressed on her tongue, arousing her. She knelt there before him for several minutes arousing both of them, until she knew that he was getting close.

Standing up, she sighed, as her eyes moved up his body. She was lucky to have found a man like this, strong and sensitive and protective, and she wanted to give him the pleasure he gave her. Stepping back she slowly undid the buttons to her blouse, letting the material part slowly. One thing she had learned about Jerry the past few months was that he loved the way her breasts always threaten to spill over the cups of her bra, so she took her time sliding the blouse off her arms, letting him watch the flesh above the bra shift with her movemnents. Sliding her skirt down her legs, she stepped out of it, pushing out her shoes at the same time. Serenity was a shy person, but the glow of admiration in Jerry's eyes made it easier for her to undress this way for him.

Her own body was aroused, hot, wet, the nipples jutting through the lace of her light blue bra. She had just recently starting wearing lingerie rather than plain underwear after Jerry casually mentioned how sexy silk felt. She was surprised to find out that the sexy bras and panties made her feel good also. Today's matching light blue lacy set had cost twice as much as Serenity used to pay but to see the glow in Jerry's eyes was worth every penny. Undoing the bra, she watched his eyes darken as her heavy breasts were slowly exposed. Then she slipped her fingers into the waistband and slid the high cut panties off her long legs.

Moving closer to him, she kissed him softly and then, followed him, when he took her hand, to the bed. Together they pulled back the duvet, and slid onto the mattress. The idea of a massage forgotten as they moved into each other's arms. As Jerry kissed her deeply, Serenity's body pressed tightly to his. The sounds in the room reflected the heavy breathing and slick sounds of wet tongues and slick skin. When she came, Serenity cried out into the dark room, writhing wildly under his thrusting body. Wrapping her arms and legs around him, she held him as he found his own release. It was several moments before either of them moved, shifting to their sides, his arm wrapped around her. She could fee his chest moving against her back as his breathing slowed. With a smile of happiness, she drifted asleep, her body relaxed, sated.

She awoke several hours later to find Jerry dressing. She tugged the sheet higher on her body as she sat up and watched. She knew he needed to get home because they both had to get to work the next day, but she couldn't help wonder what it would be like to wake in his arms. He looked up from tying his shoelaces and smiled at her. Walking back to the bed, and leaning over her, kissing her deeply, whispering against her lips, "Go back to sleep, it is late. If I get a chance I will call you later."

Serenity nodded, hugged him tightly then let him go, "Be careful tomorrow, I don't like that the murderer is still out there. I will talk to you later."

Jerry looked as if all he wanted to do was crawl back in with her, and that gave Serenity the strength to kiss him hard briefly, then push him back. With a gentle smile, she waved her hand in a shooing manner towards the door, "Drive carefully." She waited until she heard the front door close softly, then reached over to turn off the light. Snuggling back under the duvet, she sighed softly, then slid back into a deep sleep.

 

[Babette_____]

She smiled up at him and the two of them walked to her car. "I agree," she told him, watching him slide in easily behind the wheel of her car. Her eyes took in the scenes that surrounded them, city lights, people enjoying the cool temperatures, yet not so cold as to stop love making at a former crime scene, she thought to herself.

Her hand moved to his thigh and as he drove, she rested her palm against him. "That was hot, Trevor. I had a lover years ago that got me hooked on fucking like that... not the murder scene thing..." she chuckled. "The Daddy and the little girl kick. I haven't fucked like that in a long time."

Well... at least not someone willing, she thought to herself.

They made it to her high-rise apartment and let Trevor in. She tossed the keys on the counter and told him to make himself at home while she used the restroom and took a quick shower.

The water cascaded around her and when she emerged she felt fresh and clean. She pulled on a robe and walked back into the living room, curious as to what Trevor thought of her place.

The antique dealer in her was apparent throughout the home, and to the naked eye nothing seemed out of place or abnormal. But there was her bedroom closet... that was always an interesting place to venture into.

Perhaps someday with Trevor... she would.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Samantha had sat there stunned speechless by the words that the Officer had told her. She eventually came back around when a female officer grabbed her arm. "Hold it one God Damn, fuckin' minute!" she hissed and jerked her arm back.

Thoughts ran through her head and she felt a panic attack coming on. She'd not had those since the first time she'd been punished by her ex. She tucked her head between her legs and concentrated on breathing. In time she maintained what composure she could and asked the female officer to explain to her what the Detective had said.

As words of being held for the next 24 Hours were ushered from the Policewoman's mouth, dread filled Samantha. She insisted she had no clue why evidence suggested she was at Deb and Brian's. She begged that she was sure they were making a mistake and she wept as she was told to stand.

As she walked her mind went back and forth over everything Martin had said. "Recorded? On film? ... When had he told her that? Was she being arrested? Shouldn't she get a phone call? Where was Marc? No, he said hold... she was going to be held for 24 hours... why? A phone call... STOP!" she told the officer.

"He hasn't called that judge yet and until he does, damn it.. .I am a free woman, so get your fuckin' hands off me."

Gone was the meek librarian, she jerked her arm away. "I'm not going to go anywhere without Marc so you don't have to lock me up. Put me in an office. But until I see the papers signed and in my face... I'll be calling every Tom, Dick and fucking Harry Houdini that I know to prove my innocence as well as Marc's!"

The glare she received was intense, but she was right and the officer knew it. Until she had the proof a judge would hold her she was a free citizen. She walked over to the payphone and started calling in favors.

 

[southern_pixie]

It took a moment for Shelly to realise what he had actually said. she pulled away from him with a quizical look "what do you mean your going BACK to Plainfield tonight?" Shelly looked at Bruce with a mixture of rage and dissapointment in her eyes.

"so that's it, you come over here excpect me to lay it all out for you to enjoy knowing full well that you couldn't stay, what were you gonna do? sneak outta the bedroom window while i was asleep?"

She turned and walked away from Bruce trying to keep her emotions in check. "That bastard" she thought going over to her drinks trolley pouring herself a large drink.

She thought he had changed she thought he was more tender and considerate this evening, how could she have been so stupid not to have seen it sooner Bruce was never going to give up his work not for her or anyone.

It suddenly hit Shelly like a bullet to the head,she'd had enough of being used and manipulated, she also cared very deeply for Bruce. She put her glass down and turned to face Bruce.

"take me with you" she said trying to make her voice as steady as possible. "i can stay at your place make sure that everything is neat and tidy, i'll make you dinner when you come home, i'll do all those little things you like"

Shelly waited fingers crossed behind her back hoping he would agree, she didn't want to loose Bruce again

 

[Tseranc]

Damnit! Damnit! Damnit!

Was it just genetic that women were so dense and psychotic?

“Calm down, what are you talking about coming with me? I’m not moving there. There is no house to play in. I’ll be put up in whatever two bit hole the FBI pays for. I just came by to pick up some of my shirt I left here, and I figured you’d like to know as soon as I did. I figured this was better then a message left on your voice mail.”

Nuts, they are all fucking nuts. Gonna go play house out in suburbia with me!

He left the couch, walked down the hall and grabbed his shirts quickly form the closet where she always hung them. They were clean…always were. Funny that. He’d never think to do her laundry if she ever left any at his place.

He hated to admit it, but he would actually miss her. Not waste away longing for one more minute with her or anything stupid like that, but he didn’t really wish this to be the end of such a good gig.

He walked back out set his things on the back of the couch and looked at her.

“Look, its not that far to Plainfield. Why don’t you come down on your days off. Don’t waist vacation days on me when I’ll likely be working long hours. Okay? That sound more sensible?”

Deep down he wondered why he was going through the trouble at all. It was as if he was ever getting married again. Screw that idea! Why string her along even further?

But he had to try.

 

[poohlive]

He snooped while she showered, as most anyone else would. He raided the fridge for a beer, and then began opening various doors and drawers. Nothing seemed to much of interest, it was a typical place with typical things. He didn't know what he was looking for, some super secret diary confessing her desire to fuck her father?

Well, even if he was looking for it, he didn't find it. In the end, when she emerged he was on the couch, smiling at her.

"So, tell me more about this fetish," He said, rubbing the cushion next to him to sit on, "I'm dying to know why a girl has a fantasy to fuck her father."

 

[Babette_____]

Angelica stopped short and stared at him. “Fuck my father? Oh baby... I wasn’t picturing my old man under me. It is the comfort of having someone take care of you and you want to make them happy. I like it... I don’t see old man Winters under my pussy when I fuck. It was all you. Believe me Trevor... if you knew my old man... you’d know I wasn’t pounding his cock with my cunt.”

She walked away and headed into the kitchen. She opened the fridge and pulled a diet soda from its confines and brought a bottle of beer out, offering it to her houseguest.

“So... you liked it. Do you suddenly have a fetish to fuck your daughter... if you had one?” She rolled her eyes and sat down. “Don’t make me regret taking this next step Trevor. I’d hate to lose you. I like you. But I like my kinks more. I have others, maybe in time you’ll learn them all... if your patient.”

She flicked on the TV and scanned the Pay-per-view channels. “So do you want naughty or nice Trevor?” she asked as she toyed between porn and the newest Hollywood releases.

 

[southern_pixie]

"so that is it" she screamed as the crystal glass smashed off the wall to the left of Bruce's head.

She walked down the hall and stood in front of Bruce her face inches from his, her hands resting on his well toned chest.

"Bruce, look me in the eye and tell me you don't love me or at least tell me you will miss me, something to make me believe i havent wasted my time with you"

What would she do without him, yes she could always go pick up some other cop from the bar but it wouldn't be her Bruce, and no matter how badly he had treated her she could be treated a lot worse.

She didnt want Bruce to drop down on one knee and propose to her that would just be stupid but she did want Bruce to realise that she would be the best thing he ever had - for all aspects of his life.

Shelly's fists clenched in anticipation of what Bruce would say

 

[Tseranc]

He ducked barely in time seeing the glass travel in his general direction, only to shatter against the wall behind him.

“What the fuck?! Crazy ass bi…”

He thought better of finishing that comment…he wasn’t sure if she had a frying pan within reach to lob at him next. Odd, maybe women really were all crazy, but over the years Bruce Woods was involved in more domestic disturbance calls against him then he had responded to as a cop.

Apparently he had this effect on women.

She marched up to him, inches from his face, as if she were some Marine drill sergeant trying to stare him down.
"Bruce, look me in the eye and tell me you don't love me or at least tell me you will miss me, something to make me believe i havent wasted my time with you"


Shit.

“What the hell, I told you to come see me in Plainfield! Of course I’ll miss you, but that doesn’t mean I’m ready to walk down the fucking isle.”

He backed up as far as he could, which wasn’t much, but it got him out of immediate biting distance, and he could at leas see her entire face clearly.

“Look, can we come back down to planet earth here? I told you I was being sent out as soon as I knew, what more do you want? It’s not like I called the damned murderer and asked them to start their sick killing spree up again. It’s not like I planned this.”

Good God, I didn’t even marry this one and I’m in this situation…

 

[poohlive]

"I wasn't quite sure. I've read some websites, they have their share of open and interesting things."

He pointed to the Vampire Strippers, a softcore porn. The title sounds just funny enough to keep his interest, but not bore him down with anything serious.

"Tell me more about it, this daddy fetish. I... I just learned I liked it myself."

Yeah, only a few months ago, wanna know where, the very same place you just fucked my brains out. I stepped on the one footprint that could have to capturing the fucking Daddy's Girl killer, and now I'm an accessory, if not more.

He put his arm around her, smiling as he settled into the movie. It seemed as if the one hot newsreporter had to go undercover to find why these guys visiting the strip bar ended up with teeth marks all over their neck.

How exciting...

 

[southern_pixie]

Why are all men so afraid of Commitment, shelly wondered.

"Bruce you idiot, i dont want to marry you, i want things to go back to the way they were when we first met. Dont you remember the passion and how good it felt to have each other?"

Shelly felt a tear slide down her cheek.

"I know you have to go Bruce, but what hurts is that you came over here as if you were going to be staying for a few days and then pulled out that double barrelled supprise. You could have just come over and said you had to go back immediately, i would have even packed your fucking bag for you."

She turned away as she felt the tears flow more freely.

"Just go Bruce" she said as she walked away from him

 

[Babette_____]

“I don’t know if I’d call it a fetish or a kink. I enjoy it, but don’t need it all the time. I mean I don’t go around masturbating and saying “Who’s your daddy..” she turned to him and one brow raised. “And don’t ever ask me that. That sounds so stupid, makes my stomach churn. It isn’t something that is childish, it is something that is mature and adult.” She shrugged her shoulders and looked at the movie.

“This will not do a damn thing for my libido.”

She sipped at her soda.

“So, how did you learn you liked it. I mean... surely you can’t qualify tonight as the opening to a lifestyle of ‘Daddy fuck me’ fetishes. There had to be some other way you discovered it. What was it?”

“Mine, like I said was an old boyfriend.”

 

[poohlive]

"It was someone I wanted to know," He said, feeling the truth would be good here. Not all of the truth. He couldn't very well tell her he found out this fetish slowly, trying to uncover the secret of the Daddy's Girl killer.

"She had this fetish, and I liked her. I wanted to know more about her, and about it. So, I began studying it. Found out I liked it as well. By the time I realized that, I couldn't find this girl again. So, now I'm searching for her."

Trevor leaned into her, his arm around her, playing with just the top of her breast, "A strange way to get into it, I'm sure. I am glad you enjoy it though, as a kink or pleasure... you did mention others, what others? What else do you like?"

 

[jushorny]

Marc Jordan

I looked up when a new man entered the room, waving a folder back and forth, trying to clear the smell of stale vomit. He introduced himself as Martin Hollander It seems he thought by moving me to a cleaner better ventilated room I would provide him with information.

“Officer Hollander, as I told you colleague, I have very little to say until my lawyer shows up. You can ask me anything you like about my past conviction. I paid the price, served the time and have kept myself clean since then. But, I know it’s in my best interest to keep my mouth shut about the Deb and Brian.”

I asked about Samantha and the officer smiled, telling me she was just fine, if not just a bit feisty. I felt a little better knowing that Sam was holding her own. She apparently did know something about her rights.

I turned away as Officer Hollander opened the folder in front of me. I still could not look at the pictures of the inhumane killing of Deb and Brian. He began asking the same questions the previous officer had asked. I began answering his questions with a question. I wondered what evidence they had, how could they have evidence I wondered? I knew I was not there, I knew Sam and I were together at my place. There couldn’t possibly be any evidence that would lead them to me unless it was either bogus, tainted evidence or it had been planted. But who in the hell would want to frame me. There was nothing to gain by that.

“Look Officer Hollander, I respect the fact you have a job to do here, I really do. However, the only think I can tell you is that neither Sam nor I are anyway involved in this murder. So let’s make a deal. You can hold me as long as you like, I don’t care. But, once my lawyer arrives, you send him to Sam, I want her protected, and I want her free to go. Once that is done, I’ll sit with you and my lawyer and tell you anything you want to ask.”

 

[Steiner]

Martin shook his head. "Look Marc, I've worked homicide long enough to know that appearances can be decieving. The last cop that tried to play reasonable with you got a new one ripped for him by the Chief, so I'm not thinking I want to play it your way on this."

He shut up the folder. The presence of it was freaking Marc out enough without him having it open and displaying the pictures inside.

"Bottom line, buddy, is that I've got you claiming to have nothing to do with these people. On tape, I might add. And I've got physical evidence linking the pair of you to the scene. Add in speculation that our local serial killer psycho is a lady serial killer psycho - you tell me why I'd let the delectable Samantha out of our custody. Right now she's sat safely in a cell - I've already got her on tape claiming never to have physically visited Deb and Brian's house, but that you had a fight with the woman, and that you'd been away from her for a period that matches the times of death..."

He snapped his fingers in front of Marc's eyes.

"Ohhh Marc.... See where this is going yet? Can you see her in the witness stand right now, claiming that you'd always been a little violent to her, but that she'd loved you so much she'd never complained formally? Who do you think the jury is going to believe, Marc? I'd have a serious think about this if I were you."

Martin stood.

"Well, as this is SUCH an important case, and also my first day here, I'm going to want to play this by the book. I'm formally cautioning you against trying to escape or leave this building. I'm not charging you with any specific offenses yet - but I have made the nature of the evidence against you clear to you, at this point. Yes? If you have any material needs that the Department should be aware of, you can tell me them now, and I promise I'll do what I can to make sure your visit is comfortable."

 

[jushorny]

Marc Jordan

Yea, this Hollander character was good at getting information out of you. But, I wasn’t about to fall for it, least not yet. I knew he was fishing for just some small comment I might make that would be used against me. No, I was not going to fall into that for the second time in my short life. I am one to learn from mistakes.

“Officer Hollander I am not going anywhere, I have already stated that. I assume everything you say is true, although, I don’t have a clue as to how you could have evidence against me. But, I’m sure, once I am allowed to have a conversation with my attorney, many things you assumed accusatory will turn out to be in favor of my innocence.”

“I see exactly where you are going with this. However, I know Sam, you don’t. Samantha places her values too high to say anything but the truth. Therefore your theory of violence will go nowhere.”

“I have no information that will assist you in finding the true killer Officer Hollander. Oh, uh, and don’t bother asking my attorney to tend to Sam first, I’ll do that as soon as I see him.”

I sat there, finally able to look him in the eyes. I kept my eyes focused on his, letting him read the truth for himself.

 

[Steiner]

For just a second Martin's faith in his case wavered - just a second - but the casefiles on psychopaths were all clear on one thing. Intelligent, domineering and often charismatic.

"Well Marc, it's touching that you have such faith in human nature." he ruffled the file "If you run into this sort of thing enough, that tends to erode. I'll arrange for you to have your phonecall now. Let's get your attorney in here and we'll speak to him about why we're holding you. If he got his degree from anything other than a diploma mill I'd expect to see him a little pale when he comes back to talk to you."

Martin stood to leave the room. "I'll have a couple of cops arrange a bathroom break for you before you call your lawyer. Then we'll get you some breakfast. But give up on the idea of seeing Sam before the trial date, if I were you. Odds are that ONE of you is the killer and the last thing we're going to do is let you compare notes."

Martin stood to leave, gathering his paperwork behind him and scribbling written orders to the uniformed cops who were guarding Marc.

 

[Tseranc]

How the hell do you defend against that? He wasn’t going to tell her at all until he was leaving, but some damned retarded notion went ahead and blurted it out as soon as she sat in his lap. He cock-blocked himself!

As she walked away from him he knew he couldn’t let an ass like that go without at least making an effort.

“Look, I’m not good at this. I know that, and I’m sorry. Call up my ex-wives, they’ll tell you I’m cold, and analytical. The things that make me great at my job at the same that ruin every good thing I have ever had with a woman. I don’t want this good thing to die too, really I don’t. Shelly….I just don’t know how to change.”

Big finally time….put on the hurt puppy eyes…

“Show me?”

They eat that shit up…like a wounded bird to care for.

He hoped.

 

[Babette_____]

Angelica and Trevor

Angelica sighed and gritted her teeth. She picked up the remote and looked at Trevor, flicking the TV off. “We had sex Trevor... Yes, we’ve been dating some, but I never confessed love for you so I’m not about to divulge all my “kinks”... you liked what we did. We’ll go with that for now. I like privacy, just be happy I shared that little bit with you.”

She finished her diet soda and left the room. Her fingers were curled in a mixture of annoyance and anger. She was growing annoyed with her “boyfriend” and his questions. She had been a private woman and rarely allowed her pleasures to enter her real life. Needing to establish a normalcy for her was becoming a real thorn in her side.

She went back to the room and looked at the back of his head. She rolled her shoulders and pushed back her hair. “Let’s go to bed. What we do there is up to you.”

Her fingers slipped over her clothes and she began to drop the articles one by one until she was naked before him. “You’re overdressed, lover.”

 

[jushorny]

Marc Jordan

This cop was starting to confuse me, being nice at first then quickly switching his attitude. He was playing good cop bad cop all by himself. When he left the room I sat back and wondered how I got myself and Samantha into this position. Certainly they couldn’t even begin to think Samantha was the serial killer. That would easily get cleared up with our alibis on the various dates of the previous murders. I wondered how Sam was doing. She must be a nervous wreck trying to figure out how she got involved in the murders. Most likely she would be moving her things out of my place just as soon as my attorney got her free. I’d probably never see her again.

My thoughts were interrupted when two cops came in to let me know it was time for my bathroom break. Each one wrapped their hand around a bicep and led me out of the room. I looked around, hoping to catch a glimpse of Sam but she was no where to be seen, just as Hollander had said. Inside the bathroom I splashed cold water on my face hoping it would wake me from a terrible dream. No such luck as the two officers stood along side me.

The officers escorted me to a chair along side a desk with a phone. They continued standing as I placed the call to my lawyer. I explained in a quick concise way that I was at the police station being held there and questioned regarding the murders. I provided little information to him knowing the cops ears where listening. I asked that he come down to the station right away and ask for Samantha Cordial first, to give her assistance before looking for me.

It seemed as if every pair of eyes in the station was on me as I was led into another interrogation room.

 

[southern_pixie]

Shelly looked at him for a moment, she knew she couldnt believe him but when she saw him really trying to be sorry she just couldnt help herself.

"oh Bruce, i cant show you how to be a nice considerate sensitive guy, you have to want to be that sort of guy"

She felt all her anger to him dissapate, she walked over to him and ran her hand up his arms and over his shoulders, she was remembering all the times they had laid in bed together just relaxed nothing to worry about, well that was before this damn serial killer case came up.

"ill come and see you on my days off and perhaps you could come here if you got a day off"

She looked into his eyes "we both have to work at this ok, your a great cop can you be a good lover"?