Bardiche
Really Really Experienced
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(This is a thriller inspired from the Loving wife stories in the story board of Lit. Need one female to take the role of Rachel. PM me if interrested.)
Tom Harris woke up feeling content with life as he felt the snugling form of his wife of eight years beside him in bed. Her naked body pressed against his back had the usual effect on his body. He smiled slowly and turned to face her. She still slept deeply. He looked at the alarm clock. It only showed to be 5 in the morning but Tom decided to get up anyway.
His erection died as he took a long shower. Rachel Harris still slept as he headed downstairs for breakfast. Let her sleep he thought to himself. It was saturday and she was free of work. Tom was not. He was a homicide detective in Miami and was pretty good at it.
After twenty minutes and a quick breakfast he was out of the door. He drove to the police station. It was a thirty minute drive and he listened to the country channel. His thumbs drummed against the steering wheel as he steered inside the parking house next to the station.
Once he had parked his ass on the chair in front of his desk he went through the dozens of files he had stacked up. Sighing he went through them. This was the boring part of his job. Well, the job had many boring parts and this was one of them.
He found the folder he was looking for and opened it. Just then the phone rang. By reflex he answered after the first signal.
"Detective Harris speaking." He said while his eyes still was pointed down at the file in his hand.
"You trust your wife?" The male voice on the other side of the line ask.
Tom was silent for a moment as he placed the folder on the desk. "My wife?" He asks. Who the hell was this man?
"You may have reason not to." The voice said. "You may have reason to check her up." It said before the line went dead.
Tom Harris sat with a dead phone in his hand and a blank expression on his face. What the hell was this call about. Was the man implying that Rachel was cheating on him? Or was it about something else?
Tom Harris woke up feeling content with life as he felt the snugling form of his wife of eight years beside him in bed. Her naked body pressed against his back had the usual effect on his body. He smiled slowly and turned to face her. She still slept deeply. He looked at the alarm clock. It only showed to be 5 in the morning but Tom decided to get up anyway.
His erection died as he took a long shower. Rachel Harris still slept as he headed downstairs for breakfast. Let her sleep he thought to himself. It was saturday and she was free of work. Tom was not. He was a homicide detective in Miami and was pretty good at it.
After twenty minutes and a quick breakfast he was out of the door. He drove to the police station. It was a thirty minute drive and he listened to the country channel. His thumbs drummed against the steering wheel as he steered inside the parking house next to the station.
Once he had parked his ass on the chair in front of his desk he went through the dozens of files he had stacked up. Sighing he went through them. This was the boring part of his job. Well, the job had many boring parts and this was one of them.
He found the folder he was looking for and opened it. Just then the phone rang. By reflex he answered after the first signal.
"Detective Harris speaking." He said while his eyes still was pointed down at the file in his hand.
"You trust your wife?" The male voice on the other side of the line ask.
Tom was silent for a moment as he placed the folder on the desk. "My wife?" He asks. Who the hell was this man?
"You may have reason not to." The voice said. "You may have reason to check her up." It said before the line went dead.
Tom Harris sat with a dead phone in his hand and a blank expression on his face. What the hell was this call about. Was the man implying that Rachel was cheating on him? Or was it about something else?
