Good Night Grace

Eric was already in bed, when Marie entered the bedroom.

“Are you sure about this,” she asked.

“It will be fine,” Grace said as she placed her hands on her shoulders and led Marie over to the bed.

Grace kneeled down behind Marie and ran her hands up Marie’s legs, under her night shirt and pulled down her white cotton panties.

“You won’t be needing these,” she said and tossed them in the hamper next to the door. Marie’s cheeks turn red. Eric smiled at her, pulled back the sheet that was covering him and patted the bed.

Marie joined him on the bed. She sat next to him, he put his arm around her shoulders and kissed her on the cheek. Then he placed his hand on her thigh, and slowly rubbed his thumb back and forth.

“Comfortable?” Eric asked.

Marie nodded, she leaned closer to him, he gently kissed her lips. Then she parted her lips and he slid his tongue into her mouth, she eagerly sucked on his tongue, kissing him back.

Marie let out a moan as Eric rubbed her breasts, gently pinching her nipple. Grace undressed and laid next to Eric’s legs, she ran her hands over his crotch, rubbing against his cock. She slid her fingers into the waistband of his lounge pants and pulled them off in one fluid movement. Grace made herself comfortable between Eric’s legs and begin, stroking his cock.

Eric moaned and helped Marie off with her night shirt, he moved down and took her firm breast into his mouth, sucking on her nipple. While thumbing and squeezing the other breast. Maria watched as Grace worked Eric’s cock, sliding her hands up and down, and licking from the base to the tip of his shaft.

Marie felt herself becoming more aroused, watching Grace suck Eric’s now hard cock, as Eric’s hand had now found its way between Marie’s legs. He was rubbing her clit, and sliding his fingers in and out of her now wet pussy.

“Grace, please,” Marie asked.

Grace stopped and sat up, “Please what?”

“Please let me,” she said getting flustered.

Grace smiled at her, “Please let you what?”

“Please let me fuck Eric,” she spouted out all in one breath.

Grace couldn’t help but laugh, Eric started laughing and then Marie found herself giggling along with them.

Grace moved towards Marie and kissed her on the lips.

“Yes,”

They reposition themselves, Eric laid flat on his back in the middle of the bed, Marie straddles his hips and Grace helps by taking Eric’s cock and rubs it along Marie’s pussy. Then Marie slowly sinks down onto his cock, taking in the incredible sensations she is feeling. How he is pushing into her and she is stretching to accommodate his thick, hard cock. Marie moves her hips back and forth, grinding her clit along Eric’s cock.

Grace kisses Marie and then moves down to kiss Eric. Eric grabs the back of Grace’s neck and thrusts his tongue into her mouth kissing her deeply. He is enjoying how wet and tight Marie is.

Grace starts rubbing her pussy, while watching Marie fuck Eric, she fingers her clit sending shivers of excitement up and down her spine. Then she slides her fingers into her wet pussy making herself cum. As Marie is now ridding Eric’s cock, he grabs her hips and thrusts himself into her, Marie screams out.

Eric moves Marie off of him and turns her over onto her stomach, he pulls her hips up so that she is now on her hands and knees. He leans down and licks her dripping pussy. Grace moves in front of Marie and spreads her legs, Marie smiles at Grace and lowers herself down between Grace’s legs. Marie starts licking and tasting Grace, sliding her tongue into her pussy.

Eric watches while Marie eats out Grace, then he slides his cock back into Marie’s pussy, slamming himself hard into her. He grabs her hips, watching Grace and fucks her, till she screams. Eric thrusts hard into her and cums deep in Marie.

Marie collapses on the bed, Eric moves over to Grace and kisses her.

“Good?” Grace asks Eric.

“Good,” he answers.

~ ~ ~ ~

Marie gets ready as usual to attend her counclling sessions to help her understand that what Father Gabriel was doing was wrong. But today just like the last three weeks she gets on bus 45 west instead of bus 23 south. The first time she did this, she just considered it a mistake. But now it has become a habit, she takes bus 45 west to the city park, she gets off the bus and sits on a bench staring out into the park.

Marie thinks she knows what’s going on, she can’t quite hear the voice yet, but she knows it’s there, whispering to her.

But today as she takes her seat on the bench, she closes her eyes and it’s there, no longer whispering.

“You know what must be done,” it says to her.

She opens her eyes and gazes out into the park.

“They are using you,” the voice echoes in her head.

“They must be punished,” it says.

Marie nods her head in agreement, she stands up and walks silently back to the bus stop.

Marie let’s herself into Eric’s apartment.

“Is that you Grace?” he calls from the bedroom.

“No, it’s just me,” Marie answers.

“You’re home early, how’s it going?”

Marie picks up a kitchen knife and walks towards the bedroom. She silently enters the bedroom, Eric is standing in front of the dresser. Marie doesn’t hesitate she moves behind him and runs the knife along his throat. Eric gasps for air, grabbing at his severed neck and falls to the floor. Marie watches as the blood pools around his body.

“Now for her,” the voice commands.

Marie waits standing in the bedroom with Eric’s lifeless body on the floor. She hears Grace open the door to the apartment.

“Anyone home?” she asks.

“We’re back here,” Marie answers.

Grace puts down her things and walks back to the bedroom. She enters the room, sees Eric’s body and starts to head for the door. Marie slams the door shut, grabs Grace from behind and hold the knife to her throat.

“Do you see what you made me do?” Marie asks.

“Why?” Grace asks trying to hold back tears.

“Because you took him away from me,” she screeched.

“Who, Father Gabriel?” Grace asked.

“Yes, good night Grace,” Marie pulled the knife along Grace’s neck spraying blood across the bedroom. Grace’s body fell to the floor.

Marie went into the bathroom, she undressed and stepped into the shower. As she washed she listened to the voice.

“Good girl,” it said.

“Now we can go home,”

Marie packed her things and left the apartment. She went to the Greyhound station and boarded a bus to Iowa.

Absolution

Sister Bernadette was born Marie Ann Riggs of Iowa, an everyday ordinary average looking  girl, with dark brown shoulder length hair and green eyes.  The only child of Joseph and Clara Riggs.  Her parents were kind, hard working individuals that knew early on that Marie was not a happy child. She was quite, shy and keept to herself.  When she turned 18 and announced to her parents that she would be joining a convent to take her vows, her parents were releaved that she had found her calling. They wished her well and let her go on her way.

Now named Sister Bernadette she found herself at St. Anthony’s, a small church with just herself and Father Gabriel inhabiting the grounds. Sister Bernadette was taken with Father Gabriel as soon as she laid eyes on him, a good looking man, clean-shaven, with short dark hair and even darker eyes, that just sucked her in. She was completely obedient to him, from the beginning.

Sister Bernadette sat straight up out of a deep sleep.

“What was that?” she strained to hear.

She got out of bed, sliding her bare feet into her slippers, grabbing her robe and slowly opened the door. The hallway was dimmly lit by a nightlight shaped like a cross. She could have sworn there was a noise from Father Gabriel’s room.

Sister Bernadette made her way down the hallway, the door to Father Gabriel’s room was open.

“It’s never open at night,” she said to herself.

She peered in, his bed was empty. She took the back stairs down to the kitchen. As she reached the last step the kitchen light came on, she froze and watched as Eric carried Father Gabriel with his hands and ankles bound with duct tape into the walk-in fridge.

She listened, as Grace threatened Father Gabriel. When he yelled out, she covered her mouth to muffle a cry. After Grace and Eric had left, she creept towards the walk-in.

She stood looking at Father Gabriel taped to the yellow school chair, drenched in his blood, slumped over. She wanted to scream, but her voice was caught in her throat and no sound emerged.

Sister Bernadette fell to her knees in the walk-in fridge, moving her hands in the sign of the cross and mumbling prayers to herself.

Then there was a voice, she stopped praying and listened. The voice spoke to her, telling her what she needed to do now.

“Look at what they have done,” It said.

“You have to put him to rest,” It told her.

She knew what had to be done, Sister Bernadette obeyed the voice in her head. She worked quickly gathering sheets, garbage bags and the wheelbarrow form the gardening shed.

She wrapped him in sheets, covered him with the garbage bags and put him into the wheelbarrow. She scrubbed the walk-in and the yellow school chair, putting it back in the stack downstairs next to the piano in the rec room.

Sister Bernadette then wheeled Father Gabriel’s body out to the garden, she dug a shallow grave between the corn stalks and the zucchini. She dumped him in, covered him up and said a prayer. She took two small pieces of wood along with a piece of twine that she had found in the gardening shed and fashioned a small cross to mark his grave.

She stood in the laundry room taking off her robe, nightgown and slippers. She put them into the washer, added soap and started the cycle. She wandered back upstairs to the bathroom naked.

Sister Bernadette let the hot water wash away the dirt and blood. As she washed she listened to the voice.

“You have to punish them,” It said.

She let out a deep sigh, she thought about Father Gabriel and how she already missed him.

Sister Bernadette dressed in street clothes, she took out of the lost and found and headed out to find Eric and Grace. She spent the day wandering around downtown, she stopped by the deli across from the downtown police station and had a turkey sandwich. While she was enjoying her lunch outside in the warm summer sun she happened to see Detective Eric Stone leaving the station with a co-worker.

“What a small world it is,” she said to herself.

She spent the next few days watching Eric and figuring out where and when she would confront him.

It was half past four on Saturday when there was a knock on Eric’s downtown apartment door.

He answered the door.

“Hello, may I help you,” Eric asked.

“I am Sister Bernadette, from St. Anthony’s. Can I talk to you?” she said.

Eric looked her over and realised that he did know her from Father Gabriel’s photos.

“Sure, come in,” he said holding the door open for her.

They entered Eric’s apartment and took a seat at the kitchen table.

“Would you like a water?” Eric asked. Sister Bernadette nodded Eric grabbed them each a bottle from the fridge.

“So what’s on your mind?” he asked.

“Where’s Grace?” she asked.

“She’ll be back soon,”

“You, know what Father Gabriel did to Grace, and to me?”

“Yes, I do,” Eric opened his water and took a drink.

The door to the apartment opened and as Grace entered the apartment, Sister Bernadette jumped out of her seat, pulled out the knife she was carrying and put it to Eric’s throat.

“Welcome home Grace,” she said.

Grace took all this in as she sat the bag of groceries down. Eric still sitting at the table, Sister Bernadette’s shaking hand pushing the blade slightly into Eric’s neck.

“Take a seat Grace,” she said.

Grace slowly sat down at the table watching Eric’s calm face. She took a deep breath.

“Sister Bernadette? That’s your name right?” Grace asked.

“Why, did you have to kill him, Grace why?” she cried out.

“Why, seriously, because he was manipulating people into preforming sexual acts without their consent,”

Sister Bernadette’s hand shook more, her face was red and she couldn’t keep the tears from falling. Grace watched her become confused and conflicted.

The voice was still there telling her to punish them for taking Father Gabriel.

Grace looked at Eric, as she moved to grab Sister Bernadette, Eric grabbed the knife. Grace held her in a tight hug. Taking her over to the couch and sitting down with her.

“What was your name before?” Grace asked.

Sister Bernadette looked at her slightly confused.

“Marie,” she answered. Grace smiled at her.

“That’s a nice name, do you want to be Marie again?”

“Yes, please call me Marie,” she answered starting to cry harder, Grace held her as she cried and apologize.

Eric pulled out a bottle of Jack and poured three glasses. He handed one to Grace, and sat on the couch next to Marie. He rubbed her back, she turned towards him, he handed her the drink.

“Thanks,” she downed the drink.

“I am so sorry,” she said giving Eric a hug. Eric hugged her back.

Eric poured them another round. Eric and Grace talked to Marie, asking about her family and why she chose to join the church.

Grace keept telling her that it was over, that she could do whatever she wanted to. She could stay here with them for a while till she decided what she wanted. Eric offered that she could talk to a counselor if she wanted.

“It’s ok that I stay with you,” she asked Grace.

Grace kissed her on the forehead and smiled at her.

“Yes, it’s fine,”

Marie stayed with Grace and Eric, she saw a counselor twice a week and was reclaiming herself. Pushing Sister Bernadette further and further away, as she became a new Marie.

It was around September when Marie asked Grace, if she could join her and Eric in bed. Grace was slightly surprised by this request, but open to it, they had all gotten comfort with each other over the last couple of months.

Grace ran this request by Eric, and he agreed.

 

 

 

 

Forever Grace

The Royal Flesh

Kent rolled over and glanced at the empty side of the bed. “Guess she already left,” he mumbled as he staggered into the bathroom. He stepped into the shower and let the warm water flow over him.

While he got ready for another mundane routine day of work, he wondered how it got to this point.

Kent Miller had meet his wife Jennifer Daniels seven years ago, in a club. Kent had been in and out of odd jobs over the years, at this time he was working as a bouncer at Jake’s Night Spot.

Jennifer had come in with a bachelorette party, she was stylish, confident and cute. Kent had found himself watching her most of the night, how she talked, what she drank, and how she played with her hair.

Being someone that goes after the moment he asked her to take his number. A few days later she called, they meet for coffee discussed life, goals and how they had a connection.

“But who doesn’t have a connection when trying to get laid?” Kent questioned to himself.

They dated for a few months, she was building her career moving up within a small company with aspirations of being at the top. She had graduated with a degree in marketing and public relations with ambition, goals and a timeline.

To have that corner office and name plate by 40, that proved that she had accomplished something for herself. Everything was very storybook, Kent got a job in customer service one that he could still dress casual but be professional.

He proposed after a year and they moved into a nice two bedroom house just outside of the city. They had the traditional church wedding and the standard two week honeymoon in the Bahamas. It was hot and heavy in the Bahamas, Jennifer acted like she couldn’t get enough.

The honeymoon suite was drenched in lace, satin and fresh cut roses Jennifer laid out across the king sized bed.

“Leave the bags, come here,” she said.

Kent put the bags down and joined her on the bed. He kissed her long and deep she let out a moan as she kissed him back.

She rolled over on top of him, sat up straddling his hips, removed her top and unzipped his pants. She moved down taking his clothes with her.

She stroked his cock taking it into her mouth, Kent let out a moan. They enjoyed each other thoroughly.

Then it was all schedules, work and more work. Jennifer had goals to accomplish and was sticking to it, at any cost. After the first four years Kent started to feel taken advantage of, always expected to get it all done, work a full time job, stay on top of all the household chores and be her arm candy for dinners and special office events.

After one of these special black tie office affairs, Kent had hit a breaking point on the drive back to the house he pulled over to the side of the road and let her know how he felt about everything. Their relationship how everything was done on her schedule and there was no downtime, no spontaneous anything.

No enjoyment, hell even their sex life had become a standing appointment that she canceled most of the time. Jennifer listened to his rant and argued that this was all for the payoff later. Kent turned off the car took his house keys off of his key ring and got out of the car. He walked back into the city and found a bar. Jennifer drove herself home.

Kent spent three nights in a hotel drinking, watching porn and ordering room service. Then Jennifer called, explained that she needed him, and that things would be better. Maybe they needed a vacation and some time off work. They took a long weekend trip out to Seaside and lounged on the beach.

All was calm for a while. Then that one night happened, Jennifer had to go out of town overnight for a business conference. Kent headed out to enjoy a little time to himself, he ended up in a strip club called The Royal Flesh. He was enjoying the long legged blonde spinning around the poll on stage when he heard a voice.

“Can I get you a drink?”

Kent turned to see a friendly smile, she was cute, with short dark hair, deep green eyes, a toned petite body and nice perky breasts.

“Sure, I’ll have a shot of Jack,” Kent answered.

She returned with his shot and said.

“I am Jade, let me know if you need anything else,”

Kent smiled at her and watched her walk away, he took note of the tattoo showing on her lower back, just above her low cut jeans and below her mid-riff tee-shirt. Two roses with intertwining stems, highlighted with just a touch of red and green.

“Nice,” he thought to himself.

On her way back around the club Kent decided to strike up a conversation with her. He motioned to her.

“Need anything else?” Jade asked.

“What time do you get off?” Kent asked.

“I get off whenever I want, I clock out at 2 am,” she answered and gave him a devilish smile.

“So 2 am in the parking lot then?” he asked, Jade nodded and walked away.

They ended up at Jade’s studio apartment a few blocks from the club. She poured them each a drink and put on some background music. He sat on the couch and she striped for him.

First the tee-shirt then the jeans, the pink lace bra and matching panties all discarded to the floor. Jade dropped to her knees undid Kent’s jeans, she ran her hand up and down his cock, stroking, licking and taking it into her mouth. She sucked his erect cock while massaging his balls.

Kent leaned his head back and moaned, as she sucked harder making him want to cum. He ran his hands through her hair and pushed deeper into her mouth.

He couldn’t stand it any longer and came, she felt his cum hit the back of her throat and she swallowed. She got up licking her lips and kissed him deeply.

“Up for some fun?” Jade asked.

“Always,” he answered. She leaned over to the end table, opened the drawer and pulled out a vial of coke. They each did a few lines and then she lead him over to the bed.

Jade laid out in the middle and spread her legs, she ran her hand down to her pussy and started to rub her clit, moaning to herself.

Kent ran his hands up her legs and started to kiss and lick her pussy. Sliding his tongue deep into her making her moan and cum.

He flipped her over onto her stomach and slid his fingers into her wet pussy, moving them faster and deeper.

“Fuck me,” Jade yelled out.

Kent got behind her running his hand along her tattoo, and slid his hard cock into her, thrusting harder and faster as she pushed back against him.

He came deep in her and then collapsed on to the bed next to her. She moved up and kissed him, put her head on his shoulder and they fell asleep.

Grace sat in the parking lot, “I could go in there and say my name is Mary. Mary, Mary quite ordinary.” She took a deep breath and entered The Royal Flesh.

“Is Katie available?” Grace asked the bouncer watching the door. He gave her a nod and she entered the strip club.

Katie an older lady with just a little too much eye makeup on offered Grace a job dancing three nights a week. Grace being only in her late twenties and still sporting an athletic cut to her body was looking for a fix, that thirst for something exciting and different.

Two nights latter Grace went on as Miss Mary quite contrary, showing her long legs, muscular arms, long red hair and ample chest.

“Nice act,” A voice behind Grace said, as she was heading to the back to get changed. Grace turned around,

“Hi, I am Jade,” she held out her hand to Grace.

“Thanks, and nice to meet you,” Grace smiled.

Grace and Jade got to know each other over the next few weeks. After one of Grace’s performance as Mary, Jade followed her into the dressing room.

“I wonder what you taste like,” Jade said Grace turned around to face her.

“Do you want to find out, or was that a rhetorical question?” Grace grinned.

Jade moved towards Grace and kissed her lightly on the lips.

“So my place or yours?” Jade asked. Grace kissed her back and smiled.

Grace was staying at the Blue Horizon Motel off of route 21, in a charming room with worn carpeting, an oversized painting of golden poppies and the standard dull colored curtains covering the window.

“It’s not much, just quiet and cheap,” Grace opened the door and let Jade in.

Jade shrugged moved to the bed, sat down and motioned to Grace to join her.

Grace stood in front of Jade, she unbuttoned Grace’s jeans and slid them down to the floor. She then removed Grace’s blue satin panties and pulled Grace to her and started licking and sucking her pussy. Grace moaned and let Jade enjoy her.

Jade moved back onto the bed, shedding her clothes. She laid back and Grace finished striping and joined her. Grace kissed Jade, rubbing and pinching her erect nipples.

Grace rubbed her fingers lightly over Jade’s pussy, she slid her fingers into Jade making her moan. Slowly kissing her way down Jade’s body spreading her legs and slipping her tongue into her wet pussy. Jade and Grace enjoyed each other till they feel asleep.

Kent did everything possible to see Jade showing up at The Royal Flesh and taking her in the bathroom on multiple occasions. Jade was up for anything, giving him blow jobs in his car during lunch breaks and fucking him in alleys.

“Would you like to meet my new friend?” Jade asked Kent as they were finishing up in his car.

“Sure, I could use a new friend,” he smiled at her.

Kent knocked on Jade’s door. A nice looking red head answered the door.

“You must be Jade’s friend,” Grace said and let Kent in.

Jade had drinks laid out on the table.

“Here take this,” Jade handed Kent a drink and leaned into kiss him, slipping a little pill into his mouth. Kent swallowed and downed the drink.

Jade lead both Grace and Kent over to the bed. They all striped, Grace laid in the middle of the bed, Jade laid next to her and Kent watched the two of them kiss and grope each other. Kent laid next to Grace and kissed the back of her neck letting his hands explore her body.

Grace rolled over and started kissing Kent while stroking his hard cock. Jade moved down Grace’s body, spread her legs and enjoyed Grace’s wet pusy.

Kent moved behind Jade and slid his cock into her as she was sucking and licking Grace’s pussy. He fucked her hard and fast, cumming deep in her.

Kent collapsed onto the bed, Grace moved over to him and kissed him. She then moved down taking his cock into her mouth. Jade started kissing Kent while Grace sucked and rubbed his cock.

Grace then straddled Kent’s hips, sliding his hard cock into her wet pussy. She moved back and forth taking him deep into her. She fucked him till he came in her.

During one of these sex filled meetings Jade asked Kent a question.

“Would you be happier if your wife just disappeared?”

“Probably,” Kent answered without putting much thought into it.

She didn’t bring it up again.

Kent had dressed for work and was pouring a cup of coffee when the phone rang, Kent answered.

“Hello,”

“So are you happy now?” Jade asked.

“What, do you mean?” Kent asked slightly confused as to where this conversation was going.

“You can be happy now,” Jade said and hung up.

Kent stood there letting this sink in.

“What the hell is she talking about?” he asked to the empty room.

He called Jennifer, there was no answer just her voice mail.

Kent wandered around the house, trying to remember the last time he saw or talked to Jennifer. He had stopped by The Royal Flesh last night around 9 pm had a drink, Jade was working.

He remembered parking the car, grabbing the mail and sitting in front of the t.v. He assumed that he had fallen asleep in the chair, then had moved to the bedroom sometime early this morning.

He noticed that Jennifer’s purse, work bag and keys were still sitting on the hallway table by the door.

His phone rang.

“Hello,”

“I taped it for you,” Jade said.

“Taped what?” Kent asked Jade just giggled and hung up.

“Fuck,” Kent called Jade back, she answered.

“When can I see it and you?” he asked.

“9 pm my place. You can meet Shane,” she answered.

“Who’s Shane?”

“You’ll see,” she hung up giggling.

The alarm went off, James reached over to the nightstand and slammed the snooze button the clock read 6:00 am.

“Ugh…” James sat up and rubbed his eyes, “Another day in paradise,” he mumbled as he headed into the bathroom. Detective James Andrews showered, dressed and headed into work.

He entered the downtown police station at 9 am sharp. “There’s a message for you,” the desk attendant said.

Report of a body found out in the woods south of the park. James read.

Detective Andrews filled his coffee cup grabbed his notepad and hit the road.

“What do we have?” he asked the responding officer on scene.

“A woman in her late 30’s, dark hair, around 140 lbs, approximately 5’6″ wearing only a light pink, satin nightgown. Lacerations on her legs, arms and face. Marks on her wrists and ankles. Possible sexual assault,” the officer reported.

Detective James Andrews sat at his desk reading over the autopsy report on the now identified Jane Doe.

“So who did you piss off Mrs. Jennifer Miller?” James asked himself.

Bruises, lacerations and sexual assault. He read over the report. James reached for the phone to call Kent Miller listed as next of kin.

“Hello,”

“Hello, is this Kent Miller?” James asked.

“Yes,” Kent answered.

“Mr. Miller, this is Detective James Andrews, I am afraid I have some unfortunate news for you concerning your wife Jennifer. Can you come in to the downtown police station?” James asked.

Kent closed his eyes, took a deep breath and cleared his throat.

“Is she dead?”

“Yes, she is, we need you to come in and identify the body,” James answered.

“Ok, I’ll be there as soon as I can,” Kent said and hung up.

After Kent had identified Jennifer’s body, and been asked so many questions he couldn’t think straight. He left the downtown police station and headed to Jade’s apartment.

Kent knocked on the door, Jade answered.

“You’re right on time, for tonight’s feature,” she said as he entered. A tall, skinny but strong looking guy was standing in the kitchen making popcorn.

“That’s Shane,” Jade said as she lead Kent to the couch facing the t.v.

Jade grabbed a bottle of Jack and three glasses off the counter. She sat the glasses down on the end table and poured.

“Drink,” she said as she handed Kent a glass.

“Ready?”

“Sure,” he answered, Jade hit play and a home movie started playing.

Jade was the camera operator, it featured Jade and Shane breaking in to Kent’s house. They tiptoed through the house, showing Kent fast asleep in the living room. Then they went to the bedroom, where Jennifer was sleeping. Shane put his hand over her mouth and snatched her out of the bed, quickly binding her hands and feet together with large zip ties.

“Popcorn?”

Shane handed Kent a bowl, Kent took it and sat it down on the end table. Slightly in shock as to what he was witnessing.

Then they were in the basement of Kent’s house. Jennifer was tied to a kitchen chair wearing her pink nightgown and Shane was pacing back and forth in front of her. He had a knife and was leaving shallow cuts along her arms and legs. Then he hit her across the face, Kent jumped at the sound and downed his drink.

Jade lit a cigarette and smiled at Shane. Then they were in the back of a van, Jennifer laid out on a blanket, her breathing was shallow but she was moaning.

Shane crawled over her, moved her nightgown up and…Kent closed his eyes, the anger and nausea hit him all at once.

Kent tried to get up, but couldn’t.

“Why would you do this?” he asked Jade.

“Because we fucking could,” she answered moving over towards Kent and kissing him on the cheek.

Kent pushed Jade back, stood up and left the apartment. He made it as far as his car, then leaned over and threw up.

Shane left Jade’s apartment a little after 1am, he dropped his skateboard in the middle of the street and headed downhill towards 6th Ave. and the 24 hour convenience store.

“Of course he’s a skater heading out for a pack of cigarettes and a drink,” Kent mumbled to himself, from behind the wheel of a beat up old pickup truck he had purchased with cash from a rancher two towns over.

Shane found his thirst for doing the unspeakable during his young adult life. His first was Heather, she was a adventurous active young woman with an open mind when it came to Shane asking her to perform sexual acts for him. She let him tie her up even smack her around a little. Heather enjoyed the tingles of pleasure mixed with the stinging pain.

On this particular night Heather was laying on the bed naked with her hands tied behind her back. Shane flipped her over on to her back and straddled her hips, he leaned down over her and kissed her deeply. He rubbed her breasts and caressed her neck.

Shane’s grip tightened around her slim neck, he could feel her heart racing under his hands. He spread her legs apart with his knees and slid his erect cock into her.

As her lips turned blue and her breath ceased Shane came deep in her. Watching her eyes glaze over and go dark.

Kent dropped the truck into gear and followed Shane.

As Shane got ready to turn on to 6th Ave. Kent gunned the engine, he collided with Shane and just kept driving.

Straight down 6th Ave. and onto route 21 where he knew a place out by the river where a burned out old pickup truck wouldn’t gain any attention.

Jade answered the door.

“What do you want?” she asked Kent.

“You,” Kent pushed his way into her apartment, grabbing Jade by the waist and kissing her.

He lead her over to the bed, pushed her down so that she was laying on her back, looking up at him. Kent sat across her hips and pinned down her arms above her head.

He leaned down and kissed her, she smiled. Kent moved his hands down to her neck stroking it gently. Then his grip tightened Jade panicked and grabbed at Kent’s wrists. He squeezed and felt her twitching beneath him.

She fell lifeless like a ragdoll upon the bed. When his hands slipped from their grip around her throat.

Kent got off the bed and started looking around Jade’s apartment he found a shoe box sitting on the dresser. He opened it, there were hundreds of photos of Jade and Shane in a variety of sexual positions.

Kent picked one, it was Jade naked and bound. Her hands tied behind her back and a gag stuffed in her mouth.

“What the fuck,” Kent said to the silent room.

Kent brought an arrangement of flowers out to Jennifer’s grave.

“It’s done,” he said as he laid the flowers down in front of her head stone, roses her favorite.

An envelope addressed to one Detective James Andrews was delivered to the downtown police station.

James opened it, a videotape with a sticky note attached said “Jennifer Miller.”
Westside Motel

Grace opened her eyes, and tied to focus on the bedside alarm clock. It was flashing 12:00.

“Fuck,” Grace said as she sat up and took in where she was.

Naked on a bed in a crappy motel room, except this time there were two other bodies in the room with her. Two guys laid naked on the bed with her. She looked around taking in the trashed room and headed to the bathroom.

Grace splashed some water on her face, looked in the mirror at her bloodshot eyes and pale complexion. She ran her fingers through her stringy red hair and got into the shower.

While she soaped up and washed off the nights festivities, the details of last nights events slowly seeped back to her.

She had gone out to a bar to shoot pool and have a good time, Grace had gotten to a point in her life where she wanted to embrace the now. She felt that her adventuring party days were fleeting. She needed to feed that craving to get her fix that sexual high that drove her more and more.

Grace entered the Late Night Spot around 10 pm, wearing her tight jeans and even tighter tee-shirt. She ordered her usual a beer followed by a shot of Jack. She sized up the room took note of the guys playing pool and made her decision to take at least one of them home.

The two guys shooting pool were good looking average mid 40’s and appear to be enjoying their night out. Grace approached the pool table and invited herself to play the winner of the next game.

Grace did what she does best, flirting, leaning in over the table, rubbing up against each of them in passing. She won the first set of three games and then challenged them to a best of five. After about two hours of flirting, small talk and four more shots of Jack, Grace was more than ready to take one or both of them home.

Grace put her cue down on the pool table and invited the guys back to her motel room. They both agreed. In the parking lot Grace introduced herself to them.

“Grace,” she said as she put out her hand to the first guy.

“Tom,” he said and shook her hand. She then faced the other guy.

“Robert,” he said and also shook her hand.

“You can follow me, there’s a Westside Motel about a mile down,” Grace said and got into her honda.

Tom and Robert got into their truck and followed Grace to the motel. Grace parked in front of room 14 and the three of them entered. Tom a good looking, average guy, made the first move.

He stood in front of Grace and kissed her, he slid his hands around her waist, moved down to her ass and squeezed pulling her into him. Grace kissed him back and could feel his hard cock up against her. She ran her hand down to his croch and rubbed.

Tom let out a moan and ran his hand over her breast, stopping to pinch her erect nipple. She took a step back from Tom and removed her shirt, showing off her dark purple satin bra.

Robert who had been watching all this go down, moved across the room to them and stood behind Grace. He moved her red shoulder length hair to one side and leaned down to kiss her neck while rubbing her shoulders.

Grace stepped back into him and could feel his hard cock rub up against her. Grace let out a moan and Tom moved in to kiss her. Tom moved down the front of Grace unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them down to her ankles, she stepped out of them.

Tom then moved back up her legs kissing the inside of her thighs and removed her pink lace panties. Tom started to lick and suck sliding his tongue into her pussy.

Robert unfastened Grace’s bra and let it drop to the floor, he caressed her breasts and pinched her erect nipples. Grace let out a moan and ran her hands through Tom’s hair pushing him deeper into her.

Tom stood up and kissed Grace, she moved over and sat on the edge of the bed. Robert took out a bottle of Jack Daniels from a bag of groceries that Grace had gotten earlier.

Opened it, took a drink, he then handed it to Grace, she took a drink and handed it off to Tom who also took a hit and put the bottle down on the table. Tom then moved over towards Robert and kissed him. The two guys then shed their clothes and joined Grace on the bed.

Grace laid in between the two of them she kissed Robert and then rolled over to kiss Tom. Grace moved down and took Tom’s hard cock into her mouth. Letting it slide in and out while running her hand up and down his shaft. Robert moved towards Tom and started kissing him. Grace keep sucking till she could taste his pre-cum.

Grace then moved up and straddled Tom’s hips letting his hard cock slide into her wet pussy. She moved back and forth pushing him deep into her.

Robert moved up and started sucking on Graces erect nipples, he ran his hand down and slid his finger into her pussy making her moan. Grace started trusting harder and faster Tom arched his back and came deep inside her, Grace leaned back letting Robert rub her clit till she came.

Grace moved off of Tom, took a seat at the table and took a long drink from the bottle of Jack.

“Do either of you have a cigarette?” she asked.

Robert grabbed his jeans from the floor, pulled out a pack and tossed them to her. Grace lit a cigarette and took a long drag, Robert sat at the table with her and lit one as well.

Tom took the bottle of Jack off the table and took a few long drinks. They all sat in silence just breathing. Grace was deciding if she was done or if this was going to go to a next level.

“Does anyone need to be anywhere soon?” she asked. Tom and Robert exchanged glances.

“Not really,” Tom answered and downed another swoallow of Jack. Grace smiled.

“Good so who’s up for round two?”

Tom got up and went into the bathroom. Robert stood up in front of Grace, took her hand and led her over to the bed. She laid down on the bed and Robert lowered himself between her legs and enjoyed what Tom had left in her pussy. Grace arched her back and moaned when he slid his fingers into her while sucking on her clit.

Robert moved up her body kissing and caressing it, he kissed her deeply she could taste cum on his lips. He moved on top of her and slid his hard cock into her wet pussy. Robert let his cock slid into her and then pulled back teasing her with just the tip, making her squirm.

“How badly do you want it?” Robert asked.

“Please, please fuck me,” Grace begged.

Robert grinned at her then thrusted deep into her, Grace yelled out. Robert stopped and turned Grace over onto her stomach. She moved up to her hands and knees.

Tom had come out of the bathroom and was watching, stroking his erect cock. He moved over to Grace and slid his cock into her mouth. She sucked eagerly letting him fuck her mouth.

Robert was behind Grace sliding his fingers in and out of her pussy, pushing deeper into her each time. He then slowly pushed the tip of his cock into her ass, Grace let out a moan, taking Tom’s cock deeper into her mouth. Robert slid his cock into her ass, fucking her slowly. He then slapped her hard on the ass. Grace cried out letting go of Tom.

Tom looked at Robert and then moved over and kissed him and whispered something in his ear. Robert smiled and moved off the bed.

He picked up his jeans and pulled out his belt, he folded it in half. A loud snap rung out, Grace jumped, turned and looked at Robert standing behind her with his thick leather belt in hand.

Grace knelled on the bed in front of him, Robert kissed her, he pushed her on to her back. Tom grabbed her wrists and Robert handed him the belt, he tied her hands together, then fastened the belt to the headboard.

Robert took a drink from the bottle of Jack then poured it over Grace’s body. She squrimed as it splashed across her breasts and stomach. Tom started licking up the spill off of Grace’s breasts, sucking on her hard nipples. As Robert sucked the Jack Daniels out of Grace’s bellybutton.

They worked their way up and down Grace’s body, licking and sucking up every drop. Grace’s body tingled from the sensation, her pussy dripping with cum.

Tom unfasten the belt from the headboard, and untied Grace’s wrists.

“Fuck me,” he said Grace got up, kissed Tom and pushed him onto his back in the middle of the bed.

She stroked his cock, sliding it into her drenched pussy. Tom moaned and thrusted into her. Robert got behind Grace and rubbed her shoulders and kissed her neck as she fucked Tom.

Robert then tightened his grip around her neck, pushed her forward and slid his cock into her ass. Tom grabbed Grace’s neck and kissed her deeply while Robert pushed deeper into her ass.

Grace took them both, feeling Tom deep in her pussy, and having Robert in her ass, Grace’s pussy tighten around Tom’s cock as she pushed back against Robert taking him deeper, her body shuddered as she felt them cum in her.

She collapsed laying on top of Tom, he kissed her and moved her off of him. Robert layed next to them running his hand up and down Grace’s back.

Robert and Tom went to take a shower and Grace feel asleep.

Grace awoke to Robert kissing her, as he slid his fingers into her pussy. Thrusting them deep into her, Tom leaned over and kissed her, he was stroking his cock, laying up against her.

Tom stroked faster, while sucking on Grace’s nipple, she moaned and went to move her arm, only to find that her wrists were once again tied to the headboard with Robert’s belt.

“Just relax,” Robert told her. Grace closed her eyes as Robert continued to finger her, working more of his fingers deeper into her.

Robert watched as Tom moved on to his knees and continued to rub his cock, he came, all over Grace’s breasts. Robert moved on top of Grace slid his cock into her wet pussy, thrusting deep into her. He leaned over and kissed Tom while he fucked her.

They untied Grace finished off the bottle of Jack and passed out on the bed.

Grace stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel and went to find her clothes. She got dressed and left the Westside motel and drove back home to Eric.
Desire

Grace unlocked the door to room 17 at the Pine Oaks Inn off of highway 25. She switched on the lamp next to the door and took in the $50 a night motel room.

“The things I do for a fix.” Grace muttered as she put her overnight bag in the closet next to the bathroom.

Grace showered and dressed, choosing her low-cut black top and tight fitting dark jeans, with a simple pair of navy blue pumps.

She clipped back her dark red hair and applied her favorite coral lipstick.

“Good enough,” she said to the room putting her ID and cash into her pockets.

Grace entered the rundown roadhouse, took a seat at the bar and ordered a shot of jack.

“You don’t have to do this,” a voice said from behind her.

Grace turned around Eric was standing there looking disappointed.

Grace stared at him, she couldn’t stop the tears from coming. Eric put his arm around her and they headed back to the Pine Oaks Inn. Grace gathered her things and followed Eric home.

Eric handed Grace a drink and sat next to her on the couch. He downed his drink and faced her. He reached behind her and unclipped her hair. He leaned in and kissed her tenderly on the lips.

“I love you,” he said, she moved forward and kissed him.

“I love you too,” Grace put her head on his shoulder.

He took her hand and lead her into the bedroom. Eric pulled her shirt over her head, unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down to her ankles. She stepped out of them. He hugged her, kissed her neck and unfastened her bra. She slid off her panties and laid on the bed.

Eric undressed and joined her, he slid his hand in-between her legs and rubbed her clit. Grace moaned and kissed him, she rubbed his cock. He slid his fingers into her making her pussy wet.

“Fuck me, please,” Grace begged.

Eric moved on top of her, he slid his tongue into her mouth and kissed her deeply. He kissed down her neck to her breasts, sucking on her erect nipples. Grace moaned and ran her hands through his hair. He slid his hard cock into her wet pussy she arched her back and pushed against him making herself cum. Eric thrusted faster and harder, cumming deep in her.

Grace awoke the next morning with a purpose, to be here with Eric, to distance herself from the craving. That feeling of need and sexual desire that haunted her.

Grace dressed in a nice pair of jeans with a conservative top and a pair of walking shoes. She went out not sure of what she was looking for.

After hours of exploring around the downtown area, she found herself standing in front of St. Anthony’s. Grace took a deep breath and entered the church.

The building was lit by streams of sunlight passing through the stained glass windows. Creating rainbows falling over the pews.

Grace entered the confessional and poured her heart out to the priest. She told him about picking up random guys in bars, that she needed sex, craved the high. The adrenaline rush from being with a stranger. She even told him about wanting and having another woman.
Father Gabriel listened to her, he tried not to be aroused by her confession. He explained to her that it wasn’t too late to save her soul.

As Grace was leaving St. Anthony’s Father Gabriel a clean-shaven, good looking guy, in his late thirties with short dark hair and even darker eyes stopped her.

“I lead a women’s group two nights a week if you would like to join us,” he handed her a flyer.

“Thank you, I will think about it,” she said taking the flyer.

“Please do,” Father Gabriel said, taking her hand and giving it a light squeeze. Grace smiled at him and left.

Father Gabriel entered his office he stood in front of his desk thinking about what Grace had confessed. He picked up a small silver bell and rang it. Sister Bernadette entered the office, her eyes glazed over and her voice void of feeling. “Yes Father?”

“I need you to relieve me,” he said. She nodded, she stood in front of him unbuckled, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Dropped to her knees and took his hard cock into her mouth. He leaned back against the desk and enjoyed feeling her suck his cock. She let him slide in and out of her mouth, sucking harder and harder. He grabbed her head and came in her mouth.

“Swallow,” Father Gabriel ordered. Sister Bernadette swallowed and stood up.

“Now hike up your skirt and take off your panties.” She obeyed pulling up her skirt and removing her white cotton panties.

“Good,” he smiled at her. He ran his hand up her bare leg and started to rub her pussy.
“Do you like that?” he asked.

“Yes Father,” she replied. He slid his fingers into her now wet pussy thrusting them in and out of her making her moan.

“Cum for me,” he ordered.

“Yes Father,” she gasped. Her body tightened up a shudder ran through her, then her body went limp in Father Gabriel’s arms.

He removed his hand from in-between her legs, kissed her lightly on the lips and whispered something in her ear.

“You’re excused now,” he said. Sister Bernadette straighten her skirt, picked up her panties and left the office.

As Grace was making dinner, she keep glancing at the flyer. Thinking to herself “Why do I want this?”

She mentioned it to Eric.

“Check it out, see if it feels right,” he told her.

On the following Thursday night at 5:30 pm Grace entered St. Anthony’s rec room in the basement of the church. There were yellow plastic school chairs set out in a semicircle facing a podium and chalkboard.

“Hello Grace, it’s good to see you,” Father Gabriel said as he took her hand.

Grace smiled and took a seat.

“You appear to be the only one tonight,” he said pulling one of the chairs to sit in front of her.

“So we’ll just have a one on one conversation,” Father Gabriel smiled and took her hand.

Grace listened as Father Gabriel talked and talked. She felt very calm and relaxed while listening to him. Although she couldn’t quite recall exactly what he had said.

Grace continued to meet with Father Gabriel twice a week for the following three weeks. Each time she questioned why she felt so compelled to go.

It was after this third week of meetings that Eric started becoming aware that something was off. He had asked Grace how it was and what she thought of it. All he ever got was vague answers of it was fine.

Eric’s growing concern for Grace and suspicion of Father Gabriel lead him to begin an investigation of the Father.

On this Thursday night in late July Detective Eric Stone decided to follow Grace to St. Anthony’s. He made his way around to the back of the Church and found a window that looked into the basement rec room.

Grace was sitting in the one yellow school chair placed in the center of the room. Father Gabriel walked towards her and kneeled down in front of her. He slid her shoes off and caressed her bare feet. He started talking to her. Eric couldn’t hear what was being said but it appeared to him that the Father was hypnotizing Grace.

Father Gabriel arose and walked over to the podium and took out a polaroid camera. He addressed Grace, she stood up and removed her shirt and jeans.

Then she just stood there in her purple lace bra and panties. Eric then noticed a second woman standing next to the piano also only wearing a bra and panties.

Eric watched as this woman approached Grace and started kissing her. Meanwhile Father Gabriel had started taking pictures of the two women making out.

“What the fuck did you get yourself into Grace,” Eric mumbled to himself.

Eric turned over the clock on the nightstand read 1 am he got up, dressed and drove to the church. He managed to unlatch a basement window, he dropped down into the basement. Eric searched for the polaroids that Father Gabriel had taken.

After not finding anything in the basement, he made his way upstairs to the Father’s office. There in the bottom right-hand drawer was a shoebox full of polaroids. Eric flipped through the photos, under the polaroids were three disks, Eric put them in his jacket pocket, he took the box and left.

Eric sat in front of his laptop watching the disks he had found. They were Father Gabriel’s home movies. Featuring Sister Bernadette, Grace and Father Gabriel. Eric decided that Grace didn’t need to know about the home movies.

Grace awoke to the smell of bacon and coffee.

“What’s up?” she asked as she took a seat at the kitchen table.

“Morning, eat,” Eric said as he put a plate down in front of her and kissed her on the head.

Grace ate, then asked again, “What is up?”

Eric took out the shoebox, sat it on the table, took Grace’s hand and explained what he had found.

Grace looked at the photos.

“What the fuck, I don’t remember doing any of this,” she said. Grace looked at Eric.

“What do we do now?” she asked. Eric smiled at her, he leaned over and kissed her.

Eric entered Father Gabriel’s bedroom at 3 am he quickly duct taped the Father’s wrists and ankles together. Then he taped his mouth shut.

Father Gabriel awoke in a panic, Eric held him down.

“You brought this on yourself,” Eric told him.

Eric took Father Gabriel into the church’s kitchen and sat him on a chair placed in the walk-in fridge. While Eric was taping the Father’s legs to the yellow school chair, Grace was pulling knives out of the utensil drawer and laying them out across the counter.

“So Father, any last words?” Grace pulled the tape from his mouth.

“Don’t do this Grace, I beg you,” Father Gabriel pleaded.

“You know Father, when I sleep with people, it’s consensual,” Grace said picking up a knife and standing in front of Father Gabriel.

Eric watched as Grace slid the knife across Father Gabriel’s thigh.

“Fuck Grace,” Father Gabriel yelled.

“Anything you want to confesse Father?” Eric asked.

Father Gabriel shook his head. Grace looked at Eric.

“I love you,” she said.

“I love you too,” he said. She kissed him.

Grace moved to stand behind Father Gabriel, she kissed him on the cheek and whispered,

“All you had to do was ask,” she pulled the knife across his neck letting it slice in deeply. Blood poured from his neck and he slumped over.

Interlaced

As the sun crept over the horizon Grace took a deep drag off her cigarette and exhaled slowly. She glanced at her hands covered in dirt.

“Stupid nails, that was a waisted manicure,” she said to the empty house.

She downed the glass of Jack Daniels and dropped her cigarette into the empty glass. She slowly took her clothes off and dropped them into the hamper, standing in the bathroom she took out the fingernail clippers from her make-up bag and trimmed her fingernails, short. She stepped into the shower and turned on the water.

Grace just stood there letting the water wash away the dirt. Tears started to stream down her face and she slid down and sat in the corner of the tub, crying.

“I am so sorry, it should have never turned out like this,”

She pulled on her blue cotton robe that was hanging on the back of the bathroom door and crawled into bed.

Grace was awoken by the beep of the answering machine, as the sunlight streaked across the bedroom floor. She got up and stumbled in to the bathroom. She stood at the sink, looking in the mirror her hair a red stringy mess, dark circles under her eyes and a pale complexion.

She turnned the water on and splashed cold water on her face trying to become conscious. Dressing in dark jeans, a conservative blue blouse and a pair of tan flats.

Grace went downstairs and into the kitchen, she poured herself a cup of coffee added two spoonfuls of sugar and a splash of cream. Grace grabbed a cranberry muffin from the counter top.

She listened to the answering machine, the first one was from her husband’s assistant.

“John it’s 9 and your not here, where are you, please call me,”

The second was from John’s boss.

“Hey John it’s 4 pm on Monday and no one has heard from you since Friday. Let us know what’s up before we send a search party after you,”

She entered the garage and got into her car, she glanced over at John’s car and thought,

“I’ll have to deal with that latter,”

She drove downtown parked in the downtown parking garage and walked over towards the police station.

It was 10 am on Tuesday when Grace entered the police station.

“I need to file a missing persons report,” she informed the front desk attendant.

The attendant handed her a form and told her to give as much detail as possible. She read over what she had written, missing John Summers age 45, wt. 215 lbs, eyes brown, hair short, dark brown with streaks of grey. Last seen Sunday April 27th.

“Do you have a picture?” the desk attendant asked.

“Yes,” she had remembered to grab a picture before leaving the house, choosing a candid one from last summers barque with the neighbors.

Grace found herself wandering around downtown in the art district, strolling aimlessly through the streets look at the sculptures and displays in the windows.

She had meet John during her summer of slumming in Seattle, in a downtown club. Shortly after being introduced she found herself in a bathroom stall getting to know him real well.

John Summers had just graduated with a degree in business and graphic design. He took a job under the title of v.p. of a software company. They had built a life together a nice house, two cars, played the happy couple at social events. Their love had burned out after the first three years and during the last two years they had lived more like roommates rather than lovers.

After wandering around she found herself getting hungry and tired. She entered the Hot Zone Bar & Grill, took a seat at the bar and ordered a plate of nachos, an ice tea and a shot of Jack.

She had not realized how long she had been walking around it was now the beginning of happy hour. Grace ate her nachos and drank her ice tea, then downed her shot and ordered another.

A guy took the seat next to her and gave her a friendly smile.

“You look like you could use some cheering up,” he said. Grace just smiled.

He ordered a beer, she finished her second shot of Jack and headed to the lady’s room, he followed her.

Grace awoke to the phone ringing and answered it.

“Mrs. Summers?”

“Yes,”

“Would you be able to come down and discuss your husband’s case around noon today?”

“Sure,”

It had been a few months since she had made the missing persons report on her husband and it didn’t surprise her that it had taken this long for them to get back to her.

Detective Eric Stone a well build guy with good hair in his early forties entered the room.

Grace looked at him and thought seriously what are the chances. Detective Eric Stone her friendly stranger from the bar.

“Have a seat Mrs. Summers,” Detective Stone said.

She sat down in the cold metal chair.

“Do you know why you are here?”

“Yes,”

“Why don’t you tell me what happened to your husband John Summers,”

“Alright, I was staring out the sliding glass doors that lead out on to our deck, watching the rain. It was beautiful with all the lightning. May I have a glass of water?” Grace asked.

“Ya, just a minute,” Detective Stone left the room.

She took out her compact mirror to check her make-up, while he was gone.

“Here you go, now please go on,” Detective Stone said.

She took a drink and continued.

“Well, I was waiting for John to come home. When he did finally show up he stumbled in smelling of cigarettes, women and booze. He didn’t even say anything just tripped up the stairs to the master bedroom. I finished straightening up and went up after him. He was just laying there on the bed all sprawled out he didn’t even take his shoes off,” She took another sip of her water and cleared her throat.

“So I left him there and went downstairs to sleep in the guest room. When I got up the next morning he was gone, like he had never even come home,” Grace sat staring at detective Stone.

“And when was this?” Detective Stone asked.

“About two months ago,” she answered.

“Thank you for coming in today, we will keep you informed if anything else come up in your husband’s disappearance,” Detective Stone left the room and Grace gathered her things.

Grace sat straight up out of a deep sleep, not sure of where she was and tried to swallow, it felt like razor blades slicing into the back of her throat.

She reached for a glass of water and suddenly realized where she was a crappy motel room. She slowly sipped the glass of water, the pain in her throat soothed a little.

She glanced around the trashed motel room and spotted a note with a folded $50 under it on the stand next to the t.v.
The note read “Enjoyed the ride” -B.

She noticed the cigarettes overflowing in the ashtray and the almost empty bottle of Jack Daniels, no wonder her throat hurt, along with an open condom wrapper.

“Well that’s reassuring,”

Her clothes from the night before were on the floor her jeans that were a size to small on purpose and the black low cut top were next to the bed. Her black lace bra thrown across the chair in the corner. She had gone down the street to a bar to relax before having to go see Detective Stone today to wrap up her husbands case.

The previous nights events started to seep back in there was a pool table. Shots of something probably more Jack and there was a B that was grabbing at her ass all night while she was trying to shoot pool. What was it Bob or Billy, she couldn’t remember and it didn’t matter.

She got ready to go see Detective Stone, dressing nicely with slacks, a blouse, a pair of pumps and her conservative white satin bra. She loosely pulled back her shoulder length red hair and secured it with a clip.

Good enough she thought and headed out to her car, her little Honda that she adored. She headed downtown to the police station to deal with Stone. When she got downtown she parked her car and hit the deli across from City Hall to get a breakfast sandwich and an orange juice.

Grace finished her orange juice along with two aspirin and headed into the police station. She checked in at the front desk and was escorted back to a room.

“How are you Mrs. Summers?”

“Do you really want to know or are you just being polite?” she asked Stone looked at Grace and just grinned.

“I have some papers for you to sign,” Since no one had seen or heard from John since that night Grace was free to sell their belongings and put the house up on the market. She signed the papers and left.

As she was walking through the lobby passed the restroom Stone grabbed her arm and led her into the restroom. He locked the door behind them and looked at Grace.

“Now that we have some privacy,”

“What did you have in mind,” she asked. He moved towards her and kissed her deeply.

She let out a moan and kissed him back.

As Grace faced the mirror and reapplied her coral lipstick Eric asked.

“Are you going to ever tell me what you did with him?”

“Nope,” she answered and left the restroom.

She returned to the motel room to collect her things and survey the damage. As she packed up her clothes an image of Billy her pool buddy flashed into her mind.

She was laying on the bed naked and he was sucking Jack Daniels out off her belly button. Grace shook her head and mumble to herself,

“Should really stop drinking just gets me into trouble,”

She pulled up to the garage and decided to start with John’s car. As she started going through the glove box she came across a little black ring box.

She opened it and there staring back at her was a very nice gold banded engagement ring.

“This must be for his assistant, Jenny,” she said to herself.

Grace took the found engagement ring and her own wedding ring set to a pawn shop.

After spending the week going through the house giving things to charity and selling anything of value Grace found that she had begun drinking and smoking way more than usual.

The memories attached to the things in the house and the stress of trying to get it all done quickly had lead to drinking more and eating less.

She found herself sitting on the floor in the walk-in closet in the master bedroom feeling like she needed a drink. The Goodwill truck had just left with the last of John’s clothes and some small fruniture.

She picked up her phone and dialed 211 and asked the very friendly operator when and where the next AA meeting would be. She told Grace that by her home address the next meeting would be tomorrow morning at 11 am at St. Mathews.

Grace took a deep breath as she entered the community room at St. Mathews, she took a seat towards the back and watched as a dozen people wandered in, got coffee and sat down around her. The meeting was welcoming and Grace stood when asked if there was any new faces today,

“Hi, my name is Grace and I am an alcoholic,” she heard the words coming out of her mouth but was very unsure of why she was needing to confide in these strangers.

She continued to attend the daily morning meetings at St. Mathews listening to tales of woe and heartache caused by to much indulgence.

She had surveyed the crowd, made friendly chit chat and a little flirting with the groups members.

On her way out after the fourth meeting Sam grabbed her by the arm and lead her into an empty hallway. Sam was a good looking guy in his early thirties with a nicely trimmed beard and mustache.

“You have got to stop looking at me that way,”

“What way am I looking at you?”

“You know Grace,”

Grace grinned, she had found Sam quite cute and had made eye contact with him during the last few meetings. Sam moved closer to her and kissed her deeply, rubbing his hand along her breast.

She took a step back from him, “Feel better now?”

“Not really,”

Grace walked to her car and lit a cigarette.

“I don’t think AA is what I need,”

Once the house was set and everything that could be was sold Grace decided it was time for a road trip.

First however a stop to say goodbye to Detective Stone, she knew she needed a fix before setting off into the big bad world.

Grace had come to the relational that sex was like a drug and once you get a taste you will always crave more.

Detective Eric Stone lived in a nice little apartment close to downtown she knocked on his door. Eric answered.

“Never expected to see you again,”

“Can I come in?”

He looked her up and down she was in her skintight jeans and low cut black top that displayed her ample chest very nicely.

“Why not I am sucker for punishment,”

“Thanks you won’t be disappointed,” Grace entered the apartment and headed towards the stereo, she put on something soothing.

Eric fixed them each a drink, Grace downed her glass of whisky and stood in front of Eric who was sitting on the couch.

She kicked off her shoes and swayed back and forth in front of him, running her fingers through her hair. She straddled his lap and leaned in to kiss him.

She slid her tongue into his mouth and he moaned and grabbed her ass. Grace stopped got up and walked towards the bedroom, Eric followed.

She showered, redressed and headed towards the door, he stopped her and kissed her deeply, she gave him a smile and left.

Grace drove north out of town, watching the sun set in the early August night. A bright orange hue cascaded over the open fields. Listening to the radio, letting the warm air stream through her open window. She exhaled deeply.

Driving into the night till she spotted a sign that read Barney’s Bar & Grill come join us for a drink and excellent BBQ next exit.

“Well I could use some entertainment,” she said to herself.

There it was sitting in the middle of a large dirt lot Barney’s Bar & Grill in bright red neon.

Grace pulled into the parking lot and stopped, she glanced at the cars, trucks and motorcycles all parked around the building. This should be interesting she thought as she looked in the rearview mirror, applied her coral lipstick, removed the clip from her hair and let it flow over her shoulders.

“Good enough,” she said and got out of the car, she put her keys, id and cash into her pockets and headed inside.

The building was warm, crowded and loud. She made her way to the bar ordered a beer, a BBQ bacon burger and fries, the smell from the kitchen was enough to make you drool.

There were tables scattered around, a small dance floor with a jukebox blaring some country song and a pool table.

As she ate her meal she watched the guy playing pool, he was good, not as good as her, but good. She finished off her second beer and ordered a shot of Jack, Grace downed the shot and headed over to the pool table.

“Interested in a real game, best out of seven,” she asked the good looking guy, dressed in faded jeans, cowboy boots, and white tee-shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Grace thought to herself how very James Dean of him.

“Sure, why not,” he answered.

They played one game after another, he took notice of how far she would bend over the table to make a shot and she would brush up against him.

It was tied three games apiece, Grace was on her fourth shot of Jack and about to break for the seventh game. When she bent over the table to line up the break, he stepped in behind her and put his hands on her waist.

“How about we call it a tie and settle up in the restroom,”

She could feel him push up against her and got a rush of adrenaline.

“Ok in the lady’s room in five,” she put down the pool cue and walked down the hall.

She splashed some cold water on her face and took a deep breath. He came in and they entered the large bathroom stall and locked the door. He leaned into her and kissed her.

“You know I don’t even know your name,” Grace said.

“Does it matter?”

“Not really,”

She took off her shirt, she had stepped it up and was wearing her purple satin bra. He moved in to her kissing her neck and rub her breast. He kissed her deeply, she sucked on his tongue making him moan.

“I think we need to finish this somewhere else,” he said, Grace agreed.

Grace stopped at the bar and downed another shot of Jack on the way out. She went to her car and he followed, he put out his hand and said.

“My name is Aaron,”

“Grace,” she said and shook his hand.

“There is a motel about a half mile up on the left, care to join me there?” Grace looked at him and considered this for a second.

“Why the hell not,” He kissed her and headed towards his truck.

They arrived at the Northward Inn a small rundown side of the road motel that advertised clean rooms and free HBO.

All they need is hourly rates available, Grace thought to herself as she pulled into the parking lot. Aaron registered for a room, they parked and entered room 17.

It was a typical motel room t.v., dresser, small table, two chairs, a night stand and those lamps that are attached to the wall between the two double beds.

The beds always had those dark colored paisley prints this one had a dark burgundy with gold trim. The room had dark wood paneling making the room seem much darker than it needed to be. Aaron switched on a lamp.

“You get what you pay for,” he sighed.

Grace took her overnight bag with her and headed towards the bathroom, the small but clean bathroom. She changed into an over sized dark blue tee-shirt that came down to her upper thighs.

She brushed her teeth and combed her hair and gazed into the mirror, looking past her tired eyes and pale complexion. Grace put her bag on the luggage rack in the closet and walked over to the bed. Aaron stood up when she came over and he slid his arms around her and kissed her, then went into the bathroom.

Grace pulled down the bedspread.

“At least the sheets are clean,” she comment to herself. She locked the door, closed the curtains, those heavy black out rusty gold colored curtains that are standard in any cheap motel and left one lamp on in the far corner.

She laid on the bed and Aaron came out of the bathroom only wearing a pair of boxers. He came over and joined her on the bed, he leaned over her and kissed her gently.

They laid there for awhile after just breathing each other in and feel asleep wrapped up in each other.

Grace awoke trying to think, trying to remember where she was who was laying next to her, she looked at Aaron still asleep and moved to get up. He tightened his grip around her and pulled her close to him and kissed her. She got up and went into shower.

Grace stepped into the shower and felt the warm water wash over her, she soaped up and rinsed off. As she was enjoying the warmth of the water Aaron joined her. He put his arms around her and kissed the back of her neck. She got out of the shower grabbed a towel and went and laid on the bed.

“So we going to say anything about this little experience?”

“I am not sure,” Aaron leaned over and kissed her, she let out a sigh.

“It’s been a wonderful experience, but looking at reality I am afraid it’s time to go,”

“I know.” Aaron agreed.

It was 9 am, time to continue on Grace dressed, packed up and said goodbye to Aaron. Grace got into her Honda and set out back to the highway to head further north. She thought about Aaron and how bitter sweet the encounter had been.

Grace knew she was treating sex like a drug but at that moment she didn’t care, she had gotten her fix and now it was on to a new place. Grace drove till she came to a little out of the way town, she drove down the main drag.

Overland

Typical hometown look. She thought. Small businesses, bars, restaurants, churches, banks all the usual things. She found motel row and picked the least to get you mugged looking one, close to an Everyday Foods store.

The Candlelight Inn what a name Grace thought as she checked in and paid for a week up front, figuring since she was here she would take some time and look around get a feel for the little town in the middle of nowhere.

“Well Overland let’s see what you have to offer a girl,” she thumbed through the phone book. She found that one of the best ways to find things was to skim the phone book.

Grace ventured over to the Everyday Foods store and picked up some snacks. She decided to hang out in her motel room and catch up on sleep.

She awoke around 8 am the next morning.
“Time to face the day,” she thought. Grace showered and dressed in comfy jeans, a long sleeve tee-shirt and walking shoes.

She picked up a map from the front office and had written down some points of interest to check out. She headed towards the downtown area and found a place to park. She walked down Main Street observing some of the hometown charm, nothing of interest caught Grace’s eye.

It was all very normal looking craft shops, ice cream shops, home decor, antiques and beauty shops.

Grace wandered around for a while and figured it was time for some lunch she stopped at a little deli and had a turkey on wheat with a pickle, chips and an ice tea. Grace sat out on the patio side of the deli and watched the people of this little town going about their lives.

The Backdoor

Grace stopped by a convent store on her way back to The Candlelight Inn to grab a pack of cigarettes. She asked the younger looking 20 something girl running the register where the nightlife was in this little town.

The girl offered up that out behind the truck-stop, off route 18 there was a bar where all the locals hangout.

“It called The Backdoor,” the girl said.

Grace hungout in the motel room till around 9 pm, she dressed in her tight blue jeans, low cut black top and black ankle boots.

Grace put on her coral lipstick and clipped her hair back. Grace looked in the mirror.

“Anything for a fix,” she sighed.

Grace drove out to route 18 and past the truck-stop. There it was about a quarter mile down route 18, a large warehouse looking building, surrounded by a small dirt parking lot that stretched out into a field of forgotten wheat. A simple small wooden sign hung over the door The Backdoor it read.

Grace parked among all the other cars, SUV’s, trucks and motorcycles, she glanced around there were small groups of people standing around talking, smoking and drinking. Grace got out of her Honda locked the door put her keys, id and money into her pockets and headed towards the door.

The unmistakable smell of pot hit her as she passed a group of people, Grace took deep breath as she passed.

“Awe memories,” she thought.

Grace paid the large man that looked like a bodybuilder the $10 cover charge to get in. The open floor of the warehouse had a bar, tables with chairs, a few pool tables and a dance floor all lighted by a number of moving blue and red spotlights.

The music was a mix of classic rock and adult contemporary played just loud enough that you had to raise your voice to a dull yell to be heard.

Grace made her way to the bar and ordered a shot of Jack and a beer, she downed the shot and took a seat at the bar to watch the crowd.

Sean

Grace’s beer was just past half empty when a voice asked.

“Would you like another, or something stronger?” Grace turned to see an older guy, mid 50’s, in good shape with a little more grey than brown left in his hair asking if she would like another drink. Grace smiled at him and said.

“Sure how about a shot of Jack?” He ordered two and introduced himself.

“Sean,” He put out his hand.

“Grace, thanks for the drink,” and shook his hand.

“So what do you think of our little town?” Grace gave him a confused look.

“You don’t look as if your from around here,”

“True,”

They chatted about the town and what keep it running and why people choose to call it home. Typical mundane small talk, Grace ordered another beer.

“Care for a game of pool?” She asked him.

“Not my thing,”

“Your loss,” Grace said and headed over to the table.

She played a couple games with the guys that were hanging around. After deciding that this night was not really going anywhere Grace returned to the bar and ordered one more shot of Jack.

“Let me get that for you,” Sean said.

“Sure why not,” Sean handed Grace her shot.

“Cheers,” Sean said.

“Cheers.” Grace answered.

Ouch

Grace slowly opened her eyes the light was bright, she shut them again, her head pounded and her body ached. Grace tried to move and was stopped by a shooting pain through her shoulders and back.

“What the hell happened,” Grace managed to slowly sit up and let her eyes adjust to the bright sunlight streaming in through the window.

She was in what appeared to be a bedroom, sitting in the middle of a large bed. Looking around there was a night stand with a clock radio that read 8:12 am, a dresser with a mirror, a chair in the corner and the door was closed.

Grace had no idea where she was, she was wearing a man’s gray button down shirt that was open and nothing else. Grace got off the bed and stood in front of the mirror that was on the dresser.

“Oh my God,” Grace said as she examined herself in the mirror.

Her hair was a mess, her eyes were bloodshot, there were red rough marks around her wrists and ankles, bruises and blood on her inner thighs.

Grace scanned the room for her clothes, they were in a pile on the floor next to the bed, at least her shirt, jeans and boots were there, no socks or underwear.

“Go figure,” Grace mumbled to herself.

Grace got dressed and left the room, she stumbled down a hall and into a living-room. She found the front door and stepped outside.

Grace found herself standing in a driveway not quite believing what she saw, her Honda parked right there. Grace opened the door and her keys were sitting on the passenger seat.

Grace drove away from the house found route 18 and made her way back to The Candlelight Inn, she packed up her room and started driving south.

Soon as she felt she was far enough out of town she pulled over into a rest stop.

Grace’s hands shook as she lit a cigarette and tried to think of the last thing she remembered from the night before.

Grace remembered going to The Backdoor, paying pool having a few drinks, talking to the older guy, Sean. But didn’t remember leaving or anything else except waking up in that strange house.

Grace decided to drive south into the next big city and visit a hospital. She pulled up outside of St. Anthony’s Hospital and locked the Honda and walked into the emergency room entrance.

Grace approached the check in desk and the attendant behind the glass asked what she was there for.

“I was drugged and sexually assaulted.” Grace said.

The attendant looked up at her, handed her a clipboard and asked her to have a seat. Grace took a seat and filled out the form, a nurse came over to her and offered her a bottle of water.

“It will be just a few minutes, would you like us to call in a police officer as well?” the nurse asked.

“Yes, thank you,” Grace said.

Sarah

Grace sat and sipped on the water and waited, a women in a nice pants suit walked in and approached the check in desk. The attendant motion towards Grace and the woman walked over to her.

“Mrs. Summers, I am detective Sarah Miller,” she said.

Grace made eye contact with her and tried to smile, tears were welling up in her eyes. Grace knew she was exhausted and just wanted all of this over with.

Detective Miller accompanied Grace back to an exam room, where she made her statement of what she could remember, photos were taken, blood was drawn and a rape kit collected.

Grace didn’t want to think to much about what was being done to her she just knew that it hurt and she wanted it over.

Grace was allowed to shower and given clothes from the lost and found to wear, a dark blue tee-shirt, a pair of grey sweets and some slip on shoes.

Detective Miller gave Grace her card and told her to keep in touch. Grace went to her Honda and sat trying to process what had just happened.

“I know it is the right thing to do, especially since I can’t remember.”

Home

Grace knew she needed to get somewhere safe where she could rest. She drove south and knocked on Eric’s door.

“Grace, what the hell?”

Grace entered Eric’s apartment handed him the large envelope that contained a copy of the police report she had filed. Made her way to the couch, laid down and closed her eyes.

“Just read it,” she feel into a sleep of exhaustion.

Eric walked over to the couch, slipped her shoes off and covered Grace with a blanket. Eric sat at the table and slowly read the police report.

“Jesus Christ,” he poured a drink as he read.

Grace awoke to the smell of coffee and bacon. She sat up slowly realizing how sore she was.

“Morning,” Eric smiled at her.

“Morning,” Grace moaned getting herself to sit upright.

“Eat and take the meds that were prescribed for you,”

Grace took the plate of scrambled eggs, toast and bacon and slowly ate it all along with a cup of coffee. She took the morning after pills, some antibiotics, and ibuprofen. Eric came over and kissed her on the forehead.

“Doing ok so far?”

“As good as can be expected. Still can’t remember anything,”

Grace’s cell phone rang it was St. Anthony’s Hospital with her test results. Grace had been drugged with Rohypnol the date rape drug, no DNA was found in her rape kit and she was clear of any STD’s.

Grace didn’t know Sean’s last name nor did she take note of where she woke up, she had given as much information as she could remember from her night at The Backdoor.

Grace got up and went to take a shower, she thought about John and what had really happened that night so many months ago.

He came home drunk and started in on her the second he hit the door saying how he didn’t love her any more. That he and his whore of an assistant Jenny were going to get married as soon as he could file for a divorce from Grace.

Grace remembered how the thunder rolled and the lightning sparked through the sky that night as John rambled on and on.

When John headed towards the stairs to go up to the bedroom how he tripped, some how, it happened all so quickly. He was yelling and going up the stairs and then there was a noise, a loud thump followed by a cracking sound.

Grace stood in the kitchen for a moment after that horrible sound and tried to wrap her mind around what had just happened.

She thought about their life together the falling out of love and how John had become so hateful over the last few year. The money and assets that she helped him build up and how now she was deciding to hide his body take it all and run.

Grace went into the living room towards the staircase and there laying like a rag doll on the floor was John, or at least his body, the color draining from his face, he was not breathing, not moving.

She knew he was already gone, the cracking sound was John’s head splitting open on the marble tile that surrounded the base of the staircase.

Grace managed to wrap the body in garbage bags and drag it out to the backyard, where they had started to dig a hole for a pool to be put in, Grace dumped the body into the hole and covered it up.

It was a long, tiring, messy night but it had to be done. Grace stood over the covered body in the backyard.

“It wasn’t all bad John we just grew apart and you became rotten, like a piece of fruit left out to long on the counter,”

Grace made a mental note to make sure the foundation for the pool would be poured by weeks end and so it was. John was forever sealed away under the new backyard pool.

Grace stood in the shower looking over the red marks and bruises left by the night she couldn’t and didn’t want to remember and thought to herself “Karma is a bitch.”

John’s Side

“Where is my tie, I am late for the 1:30 pm meeting,”  John said.

“Relax, they will wait for you,” Jenny said, as she picked up his navy blue neck tie off the floor of the hotel room and put it around his neck.

“See there you go all dressed,”

“Thank you, I love you,” he kissed her deeply.

“Love you too,”

John gathered his wallet, keys, phone, and briefcase and left the hotel room. He took the elevator down to the parking garage and got into his car.

His phone beeped while he was exiting the garage, one missed call, from Grace, John sighed.

“Suppose I should call the wife back,” he mumbled to himself.

After his meeting, Jenny his assistant, came into his office.

“How did it go?”

“Good, they will send over a contract next week,” John’s phone rang it was Grace, he pushed ignore call, and looked at Jenny.

“When are you going to tell her?”

“Soon.”

John sat at his desk looking at the portrait of his wife Grace, they had fallen out of love years ago and now just tolerated each other.

John and his assistant Jenny had been sleeping together for over two years now. John had started out by saying he would never indulge with someone at work, but over the time spent together they had fallen in love.

He had tried to ignore the butterfly’s he felt in his gut when she had first started working for him, the stolen glances across the room, the accidental touches in passing.

He ignored it till that one day, he had started the morning having an argument with Grace about never spending anytime together and had stormed out of the house.

Jenny was there looking so pretty, with her long legs, bright blue eyes and bouncy blonde hair, there to listen. John had broke down in front of her.

They ended up in a hotel room together during lunch. He talked, she comforted and listened.

Jenny made the first move, kissing him on the cheek, that turned into a make out session followed by an afternoon fling.

John tried to push her away and not feel the warmth and comfort of her, telling himself it was just once a moment of weakness.

But it was there a connection between them, that hole in his heart that he had been carrying around for years was now filled with her. Her passion for life, her understanding, her love.

John had started to prepare what he needed to say to Grace, how he needed to be let go, that they both needed to move on.

That they were just suffocating each other by staying in a stalled relationship. It always sounded good in his head, but every time he started to get ready to confront her he chickened out not wanting to deal with the confrontation.

“You know instead of hotel rooms at noon we could be together in our own home,” Jenny said, after yet another lunch hour spent in a hotel room.

“I know, I want to tell her,” Jenny stood in front of him, slid her arms around his waist and kissed him.

“Please do it tonight, I can’t wait any longer, I want to be home with you,”

“Ok, tonight.”

John had a stop to make before going home to confront Grace. He drove out to the mall, went into The Jewelry Palace and picked up the engagement ring he had ordered for Jenny, he looked it over in the car and put it in the glove box.

John drove around for a while rehearsing in his head what he was going to say to Grace. He decided to stop and grab a drink hoping that it would help settle his nerves, he entered the Bar&Grill on main, ordered a hamburger a beer and a shot of Jameson.

About four shots and two beers later he felt brave enough to go talk to Grace. John parked his car in the garage and entered the house.

Grace was standing in the kitchen, he just started talking wanting to get it all out and over with quickly, so that he could go back to Jenny.

“Grace, we’re done, I am leaving, I want a divorce. You are suffocating me, we need to move on. Jenny and I want to get married,” it all came out quickly and his heart was racing and he was shaking.

John walked through the kitchen to the stairs to go up and grab a few things, before leaving.

His shoes were wet from the rain, he misjudged the step and slipped. Not being able to catch himself, his head hit the marble tile that surrounded the base of the staircase.

“Missing John Summers age 45, wt. 215 lbs, eyes brown, hair short, dark brown with streaks of grey.” Jenny read to herself, as she hung up another flyer.

She sighed and thought to herself I wish I knew where you were. Jenny brushed a tear away and continued on hanging up missing person flyers.

Jenny and James

Jenny continued to hand out flyers on her way back to her apartment. She slowly climbed up the steps to her studio apartment on the third floor of an older historical building downtown.

As she stood in the center of the room a small navy blue gym bag in the closet caught her eye, John’s ‘gym’ bag she smiled to herself, John going to the gym was there cover for the past year.

Every Wednesday night and Saturday afternoon John would come here and for the first while he carried the gym bag back and forth, then it just ended up in the closet.

Jenny let out a sigh and sat on the bed.

“I just want to know where you are,”

Jenny scrolled through her contacts on her phone, stopped, “I wonder,” She pushed call contact name James.

“Hello this is James Andrews, how can I help you?

“James it Jenny,”

“Hey, sis what’s up?”

Jenny explained her relationship with John and that he was now missing and that she didn’t know what else she could do. James took all this in and thought it through.

“Let me see if my friend form the academy is still around, last I remember he was out your way, he should be a detective by now.”

“Ok, thank you James, anything to help me find him. I just don’t understand what could have happened to him,”

James sat at his desk and thumbed through a stack of business cards till he found the one he was looking for.

“Thought so,” he dialed the phone.

“Hello, this is Detective Eric Stone.”

“Hey, detective this is Private Investigator James Anderson.”

“Wow, hi James, long time, what’s up?”

James explained his sisters predicament and it didn’t take long for Eric to put it all together.

James hung up with Eric and packed his bag for a quick road trip. He was not only curious about what had happened to John but also felt it was past time to catch up with his sister and old friend.

Detective Stone sat at his desk in the downtown police station taking in that his old friend from the academy days was now involved, all because John Summers assistant was Jenny Andrews.

“Small world,” he muttered to himself. Trying to figure out if Grace needed to be brought in on any of this.

Grace and James

James and Jenny arrived at Eric’s apartment right on time, James knocked. Eric answered the door.

“Hey, come in, take a seat. Can I get either of you a drink?”

“Sure I’ll take a scotch,” James said.

“No thanks,” Jenny said.

Grace came into the living room, Eric started to make the introductions but was cut off by James.

“Grace?” James asked.

“James? From Seaside? It’s been quite a while,” she answered moving forward to shake hands.

Grace had picked up James in a bar in downtown Portland about thirteen years ago, a good looking guy, with broad shoulders and sandy blond hair that he wore slightly shaggy. James had been long distance runner in college and still had the legs and abs to show for it.

James had bought Grace a drink and he explained his outlook on life, how it was an open road full of possibilities. Grace was sure this was a pick up line, but he was good looking and very nice to talk with, so being Grace she thought what the hell. They drove out towards Seaside to enjoy the day by the water.

“Seriously, Grace is there anyone you haven’t slept with? I’ll take that drink now,” Jenny said.

Eric handed her a shot of Jack and she downed it.

Route 18

“Hello, this is Detective Miller,” Sarah answered the phone.

“Hey, Sarah, It’s Detective Mark Thomas from Overland, I have a question for you about a report you took last fall concerning The Backdoor.”

Detective Thomas explained the discovery of a female body not to far from The Backdoor and had found Sarah’s incident report on Grace.

Sarah called Grace.

Grace awoke to her phone beeping, she reached over to the nightstand. It said one missed call from Sarah Miller.

“What the hell, does she want,” Grace said sitting up in bed.

“What dose who want?” Eric asked from the other room. Grace got up and joined Eric in the kitchen.

“Detective Sarah Miller,” Grace sat at the kitchen table and dialed the phone.

“This is Detective Miller,”

“It’s Grace Summers, you called?”

“Thanks for calling back, they found a body of a young women, out on route 18, just outside of Overland,”

“This has to do with me how?”

“She had similar markings on her, that match your report form last fall,” Grace just sat for a moment taking in what Sarah was saying.

Another woman had gone to The Backdoor for a good time and now she is dead. Grace had tried not to remember that night, but pieces of it had begun to float back into her mind.

“You are the only one that has made a report about The Backdoor,” Grace closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

“If you happen to remember anything else about that night it could help. Grace, she was only 23,”

“I will think about it,” Grace hung up the phone.

“What was that about?” Eric asked.

“A dead woman, was found out on route 18, I think I know who did it,”

Since coming back to Eric’s apartment after that forgotten night at The Backdoor, Grace and Eric had been playing house with each other like an old married couple. Grace felt comfortable and safe with him and Eric enjoyed having Grace around to look after.

Grace and Eric decided to take a road trip out to route 18, to see if It would jog Grace’s memory. They drove north out of town, past Barney’s Bar & Grill, past The Northward Inn and into downtown Overland. It had been a while but it all looked the same, a quiet little town, of ordinary looking people going about their daily lives.

They drove out towards route 18 and the truck stop. Then there it was the large warehouse looking building, surrounded by a small dirt parking lot that stretched out into a field of forgotten wheat. The parking lot was empty and it looked run down.

They pulled into the parking lot and Grace pulled out a map of the area. She was looking for where she had woken up after that forgotten night at The Backdoor.

“This may be something,” they looked at a road that turned off of route 18 about a mile down.

“Let’s go check it out,” Eric started the car and they drove further down route 18.

They turned off on to a dirt road that twisted and turned into the woods, it was an overcast day but the dense trees made the road much darker that it was. Eric flipped the switch for the headlights in Grace’s little Honda, as they continued along the dirt road.

They came to a dead stop, a shiver ran up Grace’s back, making her shutter. A large two story, log cabin looking house stood in front of them.

“That’s it. That is the house I woke up in,”

Eric took note of the house number and the name of the road they had turned on.

“We need to go talk to Sarah,” Eric agreed and they headed back out of Overland.

Anna

Grace and Eric sat in the police station waiting to speak with Detective Sarah Miller.

“You can come back now,” An Officer escorted Grace and Eric into an interview room.

“So what do we have?” Sarah asked.

“We drove out to The Backdoor and we found the house off of Route 18,” Grace answered.

“The house you woke up in, but didn’t know where you were?”

“Yep that one, it has an address, 870 West Ridge Rd. off of Route 18,” Eric said.

“Can we see the report on the dead woman?” Eric asked.

“Only because you are also a Detective and Grace was the only one to come forward,” She handed the file to Eric.

Grace and Eric read over the report. Woman found naked, bruises on wrists and ankles. Scratches and bruising on inner thighs. Bruising around eyes and mouth, skin under fingernails. Identified as Anna Miller age 23. Eric looked at Sarah.

“Relation?” He asked her.

“She’s my niece,”

“I will run the address and see if we can find and owner. I will let you know what I find.” Sarah showed them back out to the front entrance.

When Grace and Eric returned to Eric’s apartment, Grace wrapped her arms around Eric and kissed him deeply.

“Thanks for helping me find the house,” She lead Eric into the bedroom and pushed him down onto the bed. She unclipped her hair letting it fall over her shoulders. Eric just laid back on the bed and enjoyed.

Closure

The next morning Grace awoke to the smell of coffee brewing and the sound of bacon frying. Grace got up pulled on her robe and went into the kitchen.

“Morning,” Eric said as he gave her a kiss and put a plate of scrambled eggs, toast and bacon down in front of her.
Grace started eating as he poured her coffee.

“So what’s up?” Grace asked in between bites.

“Sarah called this morning. She found a name,” Grace stopped eating and looked up at Eric.

“It’s Sean isn’t it?” She asked, Eric just nodded.

“Finish eating and then we will figure out what you want to do next.”

Grace entered The Backdoor wearing her tight jeans, a low cut black top and ankle boots. She headed over to the bar and ordered a shot of Jack, she downed the shot and hit the pool tables. A good looking guy in jeans and a tee-shirt was shooting a game. Grace picked up a cue stick and make eye contact with the guy.

“Care for a game, best out of five?” Grace asked.

“Sure,” he said and racked the balls for a new game.

Grace took her time shooting this game of pool, watching the room and taking note of the older grey haired guy sitting towards the back of the room.

A woman in her mid 30’s with shoulder length dark hair entered The Backdoor, she was dressed in dark jeans and a tight tee-shirt that helped accent her nice chest.

She took a seat at the bar ordered a beer and a BLT. While she ate her sandwich and drank her beer, she watched the crowd of people, some dancing, others eating and a few playing pool.

“Would you like another or something stronger?” A male voice said beside her. She cleared her throat.

“I wouldn’t say no to a shot of Jack,” the woman answered.

She gave him a smile and he ordered her a shot and took the seat next to her at the bar.

“I am Sarah,” she said and put out her hand.

“Sean,” he answered shaking her hand.

They chatted about how warm it was getting so early into spring and other mundane daily small talk.

“One for the road?”

“Sure,”

Grace had finished her game of pool and was now standing behind Sean looking at Sarah. Sean ordered two more shots of Jack and turned away from Sarah before handing her the drink.

Grace just watched as he slipped a small pill into the drink, it dissolved instantly. He turned back towards Sarah and handed her the shot.

“Cheers,”

“I don’t think so,” Grace said from behind Sean. He turned around to face her.

“We can take this outside,” Sean agreed and walked out with Grace and Sarah into the parking lot.

“Let’s go to your place, Sean,” Grace said.

They walked over to Grace’s Honda, Sean and Sarah got in the back. Eric was behind the wheel Grace got in and they headed down Route 18 and turned on to West Ridge Rd. The car was dead silent, then Grace spoke.

“I want to see where you took me and what you did to me,” Sean just sat there knowing he was outnumbered. They pulled up in front of the house and they all got out.

“Let’s go,” Eric said taking Sean by the elbow and leading him to the front door. Sean took out his keys and unlocked the door.

“Show me.” Grace said.

He lead them through the kitchen to a door that had a padlock on it. Sean unlocked it, opened the door, flipped the light switch and they headed downstairs to the basement.

The cinder block walls were cold and damp. There was a faint smell of burnt candles, vanilla Grace thought to herself. There was a queen size bed against the far wall, it had a wooden foot and headboard.

There were strands of red stained rope hanging off the four corner posts of the bed. The sheets on the bed were smeared with streaks of blood. Grace took a wooden kitchen chair from the side of the bed and placed it next to the foot of the bed.

“Sit,” She told Sean.

He took a seat on the chair, Grace then handcuffed his arms behind him and tied his ankles to the legs of the chair. Sarah and Eric just watched, allowing her to get her answers.

“Why?”

“Why, not it was easy,”

Grace moved towards Sean and straddled his lap, she leaned into him and whispered.

“Like it’s easy for me to make you hard,” she rubbed her hand along his croch and he tried to move away. She could feel him starting to get hard.

“What exactly did you do to me?” he looked at her and smiled.

“Nothing you didn’t want or enjoyed,” Grace moved off of him.

“You know what, I think we are done here,” She walked over to Eric, kissed him and he handed her his gun. Grace turned to look at Sarah, she nodded.

Grace raised the gun and shot Sean in the head, his body went limp.

Eric uncuffed and untied him. He fell to the floor.

Eric, Grace and Sarah went upstairs and put the padlock back on the basement door. Went out to Grace’s Honda and drove back to The Backdoor to drop Sarah off at her vehicle.

Grace got out and gave Sarah a hug. She smiled at Grace and got into her car and drove away.

Grace and Eric drove home. Eric reached over and squeezed Grace’s hand.

“I love you,” she smiled and said.

“I know, I love you too,”

Always Jane

Intoxicating

Jane knocked on the door to the little, slightly rundown, house on B St. A few students she knew from working on campus were renting the house and had invited her over for a party.

Brian answered the door and invited Jane into the living room. There were a handful of people talking, drinking and hanging out.

In the background a Star Wars marathon was on the Syfy channel. Jane saw Tim over on the couch and made her way over to sit next to him.

John came over handed her a beer and took a seat next to her on the couch. Jane thanked him and sipped on the beer.

The three of them are sitting on the couch enjoying their drinks. Tim lights up a joint and politely offers it to Jane. She doesn’t partake, but does enjoy the contact high that is occurring because John and Tim are handing it back and forth behind her on the couch.

Brian comes around and hands Jane a second beer. She makes small talk with John and Tim while finishing off the second beer. John has moved his hand to the back of Jane’s neck and is gently rubbing it. Jane moans and rests her hand on John’s leg.

Now that Jane is nice and buzzed sitting on the couch she need to pee. Jane tries to get up gracefully and make her way to the bathroom.

She manages to get up and make it to the bathroom, coming back to the couch however is another thing. Jane miss judges the distance between the coffee table and the couch and catches her shin on the corner of the coffee table, stumbles forward and into John’s lap.

Brian comes by hands Jane a tall glass of ice water and smiles at her. Jane smiles back and drinks the water.

Tim leans over and asks Jane if she would like to join him and John downstairs in Tim’s room. Jane thinks this over for a minute, both Tim and John are nice, good looking and this invitation for enjoying and experience with two guys may never come around again.

Jane smiles at Tim and kisses him on the cheek. Tim reaches over and taps John on the shoulder giving him the heads up. Tim says give me a minute and then follow. Jane finishes her glass of water and then, smiles at John and heads into the kitchen.

While she is standing in front of the sink, John comes up behind her and slides his arms around her waist. He leans in and kisses her neck, Jane can feel his hard cock pushing up against her. He takes her hand and leads her across the kitchen to the basement doorway where Tim is waiting on the steps.

Tim takes Jane’s hand and kisses her, then leads them downstairs. At the bottom of the steps there is a small room with a bed, desk and a lamp. Tim turns on the lamp and starts to undress. He takes off his jeans and tee-shirt, he stands in front of Jane in his boxers and helps her take off her shirt and bra, he then unbuttons her jeans and slides them down along with her panties down to her ankles and she steps out of them.

Tim is on his knees in front of her and starts to kiss, suck and lick her pussy. Jane moans and realizes that John is also undressed and standing behind her. He kisses her neck, rubs her breasts and pinches her erect nipples. Jane’s body shutters from the sensation. Tim stands up and kisses Jane.

John lays on his back in the middle of the bed and Jane moves over to him and starts sucking his hard cock. He moans and runs his fingers through her hair. Tim watches stroking his own cock.

Jane moves up, straddles John’s hips and slides his cock into her wet pussy, moving back and forth taking him deep into her. She leans forward and John kisses her deeply, sucking on her tongue.

Tim moves in behind Jane and gently starts to slide his cock into her ass. Jane feels absolute pleasure of having two guys at once, she pushes back against Tim feeling him go deeper.

The three of them enjoy each other on a primal level each cumming. Then they lay there caressing and kissing each other taking in the moment. Jane moves over to kiss Tim, then turns over and kisses John. Then John and Tim kiss each other, there is just something about two guys that Jane finds intoxicating.

Three Days

The Call (Wednesday Night)

Jane’s phone rang, she looked at the incoming call, Charlie it read.

“Fuck, only one reason for him to call,” she answered the phone.

There is only one reason for someone that hasn’t seen or spoken to you in over 20 yrs to call at night out of the blue. That reason is because someone has died.

Charlie is Jane’s younger brother, the middle child. The one that pushed the boundaries and broke the rules but was never punished. Unlike Jane who was the oldest and only daughter that was given responsibilities of starting dinner, helping her two younger brothers with their homework, daily chores and routines.

A constant loop of get up go to school, come home do chores, eat dinner, go to bed. Rinse and repeat. Which she did, followed the rules did what was asked of her, gave lip-service. A regular people pleaser. Till she hit her breaking point. After moving back home after spending a semester living in the dorms on campus, at 20 years old, Jane was told by her mother that there was no reason for her to be going out at 9 pm on a Thursday night with her friends. Jane needed to get away and live her own life. Feeling suffocated, trapped and used being in her mother’s house.

Jane left, she got as far away as she could and never looked back. Charlie on the other hand was always trying to get away from the family, but ended up coming home, settled down and stayed. He married a woman 10 years older than him. He took an office job and is in Jane’s opinion was now chained to a desk and responsibility for life.

“Hey Charlie,” Jane said.

“Jane, mom’s gone,” Charlie said. Jane let out a sigh, maybe now she is at peace with everything, she thought.

Arrangements were made there would be a ticket home waiting at the airport for Jane.

Thursday Morning

Jane packed a bag and got on the plane. She was meet at the airport by Charlie, LeAnn his wife and their two girls. Jane was as polite as she could be, to just get through all of this, the only upside would be getting to see her old friends from school.

They pulled up to the two story house tucked away in the woods and out of town. Scattered toys in the yard, along with a variety of flowers and plants all along the deck. Mom liked her flowers, Jane thought.

When Jane entered she was caught by surprise by the amount of stuff in the little house, it was packed wall to wall with furniture. An easy chair covered with a dark blue sheet tucked in as a makeshift slipcover, a full size couch with an over-sized purple and blue flower pattern on it. End tables with lamps and plants on them, were scattered throughout the living room. Along with stacks of magazines, newspapers, books and boxes of various shapes and sizes.

“Mom had become quite the pack rat,” Jane said, LeAnn just gave here a look. That look of well if you had been around you’d know type of look.

“Mom’s had a hard time since Paul, died,” Charlie said.

Paul was Jane’s youngest brother, he had gotten sick when he was 15 and unfortunately passed away shortly after finding out that he had cancer. Jane understands that losing a child is a devastating thing, but there is always help out there, all she had to do was ask for it. Instead the people around her LeAnn, Charlie and her everyday friends just let her slide away into her own world of delusions.

Thursday Night

Jane borrowed her mom’s car and stopped by her friend Kate’s place of work.

“Surprise,” Jane said as she walked into the office that Kate managed, holding out a bottle of Crown Royal. Kate smiled at Jane.

“Yay, and yes I get off in 10 mins,” Kate said.

They drove out to Kate’s house a quaint cabin out in the woods. Set away from the world. They ate and enjoyed the Crown Royal.

“Mind if I stay the night out here with you?” Jane asked as she handed Kate another drink.

“Not at all,” Kate said.

They talked, laughed, drank and enjoyed just hanging out. After the food was gone and the bottle of Crown was empty, they laid down on Kate’s bed. Jane propped herself up on one arm and leaned over towards Kate. She leaned in and kissed Kate gently on the lips, she moved back to see what the reaction would be. To her surprise Kate sat up, put her hand on the back of Jane’s neck and kissed her back.

“Always wondered what that would be like,” Kate said and turned over. Jane smiled laid down and went to sleep.

Friday Morning

Jane had to meet with LeAnn and Charlie at an attorneys office to go over, assets, debts, life insurance and the will. Jane showed wearing sunglasses and a look of why am I even bothering. Her mother had written her off years ago. As she figured everything had been left to LeAnn and Charlie.

“Well look at that no big surprise there. Why am I even here?” Jane said getting up to leave the attorney’s office.

“Because she was your mother and you owe her to at least be here,” LeAnn chimed in.

“I don’t owe her anything. She replaced me with you years ago,” Jane said and left.

Friday Night

Jane checked into a hotel and made a phone call. There was a knock at the hotel door. Jane answered it.

“Did you bring what I asked for?” she asked.

James a former lover from Jane’s college days, held up a bottle of Jack and a pack of cigarettes. Jane let him in.

They caught up on small talk while Jane had a cigarette and a drink. Jane exhaled.

“Much better now, thank you,” she moved over to where James was sitting on the edge of the bed and leaned in and kissed him.

Jane undressed and laid on the bed, James moved over towards her and kissed her. He slowly moved down her body kissing her and sucking on her nipples. He moved down and parted her legs, he kissed and licked at her pussy. Making her moan, he slid his tongue into her, sucking on her clit and making her cum.

James moved off of the bed and undressed, he then moved over her and slid his hard, thick cock into her wet pussy. Jane moaned and leaned up to kiss him, she slid her tongue into his mouth and could taste her cum on his lips. He thrusted into her, moving faster and harder, she yelled out and pushed up against him.

“Yes, please. Fuck me harder,” she moaned.

James moved off of her and flipped her over on to her stomach. Jane got up on her hands and knees, he moved behind her and slid his cock deep into her, fucking her hard and fast. They came together and collapsed on the bed.

Jane sat up lit a cigarette and took a drink from the bottle of Jack. She handed the bottle to James.

“So worth it?” she asked. James took a drink and smiled.

“Yes, you are well worth it,” he said, he moved over and kissed her.

“I am sure you wife wouldn’t agree,” Jane said and took another shot of Jack.

Saturday

Jane attended her mother’s funeral, full of memories and thoughts of how it was and what it is now. She loved her mother, as anyone dose. Thanked her for giving her life and trying her best, but as an adult she came to the realization that she didn’t like her mother as a person.

Jane got up in front of the funeral attendees and said her peace.

“I loved my mother, I sincerely hope that she is now at peace. I however, did not like the kind of person she was. She lost out on knowing me as an adult, because she couldn’t just let go of the past and move on to a better future. We need to cherish those we have lost in life, not get lost with in our own lives without them. And to LeAnn, you win, you’re the daughter she deserved, obedient to the end,”  Jane held up her drink, toasted and downed it.

Jane made her rounds thanking friends and acquaintances that showed up to say their condolences. Then she hit the bar, she was about to down her third shot of Jack when a familiar voice spoke up behind her.

“Hey, Jane,” Casey said.

“Hi,” Jane said and gave him a hug.

“It’s good to see you, thanks for coming,” she said. Casey was down to earth had a good job and an ever growing family.

“So you ready to get out of here and go to the real party?” he asked.

“Hell yes,” she answered.

Saturday Night

Everyone from Jane’s past, that was still around came out to Casey’s there was food, beer and a big bonfire. Casey’s little piece of heaven out away from town, with plenty of room for friends to come and hang out.

Jane drank, smoked and enjoyed talking to everyone that she hadn’t seen in forever.

“So we good?” Jane asked Kate as the night was winding down.

“Ya, were good,” Kate said and kissed Jane on the cheek. Jane just smiled.

As the night was coming to an end Casey gave Jane a surprise.

“Guess who’s here?” he asked her.

“Who?” Jane asked, Casey brought Richard into the room.

“Your chaperon home,” he said, Jane stuck her tongue out at Casey and smiled at Richard.

“I don’t need a chaperon to get home,” she said.

“Yes, you do, we just want to make sure you get home in one piece,” Casey said Jane let out a sigh and downed another shot of Jack.

“Fine, it will be fun,” she said giving Richard a wink.

Sunday Morning

Casey drove Richard and Jane to the airport, hugs and kisses were given and goodbyes were said.

As Jane was getting comfortable in her seat she asked Richard a question.

“So any hope of visiting the mile high club today?” she smiled.

“No, not this time,” he answered and took her hand.

“Just try to relax and sleep,” he said. She put her head on his shoulder and rested her eyes. It had been an exhausting three days.

After they had landed and gathered the bags, Richard and Jane were sitting in Richard’s truck in the underground parking lot at the airport.

“Before we go back to reality, can I make one more inappropriate request?” Jane asked, Richard smiled at her.

“Go ahead,” he said.

“Are you up for a blow job?” Jane smiled. Richard moved his arms and leaned back.

“I wouldn’t say no,” he smiled.

Jane move over towards him and kissed him. Then moved down and unfastened his jeans. She ran her hand up and down his shaft making him hard as she slid the tip into her mouth and started to lick and suck his cock. Jane slid his hard cock deep into her throat and sucked making him moan. She sucked harder till she could taste his cum hit the back of her throat and she swallowed. She sat back up licking her lips and kissed him deeply.

“Guess you can take me home now. If you want,” she said.

“Or what?” Richard asked. Jane grinned.

“The world is full of possibilities,” she answered.

Naked Yoga

Richard walked into the living room.

“What are you doing?” he asked Jane.

“Naked Yoga,” she answered as she bent forward from the waist and placed her hands on the floor.

Richard stood and watched, as Jane with her petite frame, lean legs and nice chest. Bent, streched and twisted around on her yoga mat.

Richard made his way into the kitchen, he took out the milk container, which was almost empty and added a squeeze of chocolate syrup. He put the cap on and shook the milk jug.

Jane glared at him, from the living room.

“Put milk on the list,” she said. Richard turned took the pen off the counter and wrote milk on the list hanging on the fridge.

He then drank the now chocolate milk from the jug, while watching Jane showcase her yoga skills.

Richard and Jane had been living together for about three months. Ever since Richard escorted Jane home from her mother’s funeral.

As Richard watched Jane he thought about just going over to her and having his way with her. He could feel his cock getting hard at the thought. He finished off the milk and wandered back into the living room.

Jane was sitting with her legs crossed and her eyes closed. Richard sat down on the floor in front of her. He moved in and kissed her neck. She didn’t move. So he rubbed his hand along her exposed breast.

She opened her eyes and gave him a grin. He proceeded to pinch her nipple making it hard, he then moved in just enough to take her erect nipple into his mouth and sucked on it. Jane let out a moan.

Richard gently pushed her over, on to her back. He continued to rub her breasts as he kissed down her stomach and spread her legs. He kissed the inside of her thigh slowly moving his thumb over her pussy, rubbing her clit.

Richard slid his tongue into her, she arched her back and let out a moan. He sucked softly on her clit, making her wet. She reachd down and pushed him further into her.

He slid his tongue deeper tasting her as she started to cum. He slid his fingers into her, thrusting them in and out.

Jane moaned and ran her hand down to her pussy and started to rub her clit. Richard’s cock was so hard it throbed against his jeans.

He moved back from her and laid on the floor next to her, Jane sat up, she unbuttoned, unzipped and removed Richard’s jeans, along with his boxers.

Jane stroked his hard cock, running her hand up and down his shaft. She leaned over sliding it into her mouth, she lightly sucked, Richard let out a moan and grabbed her by her hair.

Jane sucked harder letting his cock slide deeper into her mouth, then sliding it almost all the way out, as she licked the tip tasting him.

Jane moved over straddling his hips and rubbed his cock against her pussy, letting him slid in just a little then pulling him out.

“Fuck, quit teasing Jane,” he said. She smiled at him, leaned in and kissed him.

She sat up, letting his cock slide deep into her pussy. Jane leaned back Richard grabbed her breasts and squeezed, she let out a moan.

She moved her hips back and forth, faster and harder till she came. Richard grabbed her hips, arched his back and came deep in her. Jane got up kissed him and headed to the shower.

“So I have a friend, that would like to join us,” Jane said while they were eating dinner.

Richard looked at her, swallowed the bite of chicken he had just taken, and cleared his throat.

“I am game,” he answered.

“Is tonight ok?” she asked.

“It’s fine,” Richard said smiling at her.

It was a quarter past eight when there was a knock on the door. Jane answered it,

“Come in good to see you,” she said as she let the pretty blonde with blue eyes and long legs in.

Jane led her into the living room.

“Richard this is Beth, Beth this is Richard,” Jane said Beth shook Richard’s hand and smiled.

Jane pulled out a bottle of whiskey and poured three glasses.

Jane sat next to Beth on the couch, Beth’s erect nipples showed through her white tee-shirt. Jane put her hand on Beth’s bare leg and rubbed her thigh.

Beth looked over at Richard sitting in the easy chair and leaned in to kiss Jane. As she slid her tongue into Jane’s awaiting mouth, she could hear Richard let out a moan. Beth caressed Jane’s breast through her shirt as she continued to suck on her tongue.

Richard watched as Jane and Beth kissed and groped each other, he finished off his drink, stood up and walked over to the couch. He stood in front of Beth, he grabbed her by the ponytail and pulled her head back he leaned over and kissed her deeply. He let go of her and undressed.

Beth stroked his hard cock, taking it into her mouth and sucking eagerly. Jane stood up removing her shirt, bra, jeans and panties. She kissed Richard, running her hands along his shoulders and neck, kissing his bare chest.

Richard kissed Jane deeply grabbing the back of her neck and sucking on her tongue, while Beth was taking his cock deeper into her mouth.

Beth leaned back on the couch, Richard dropped to his knees in front of her, he ran his hands up her thighs, under her skirt and pulled off her white lace panties.

Jane helped Beth remove her shirt and bra tossing them to the floor. Jane leaned in and took Beth’s erect nipple into her mouth and sucked.

Richard moved in-between Beth’s legs and slipped his tongue into her pussy. Beth pushed back and moaned enjoying Richard’s tongue licking and sucking at her clit, along with Jane’s sucking and nibbling on her nipple. Beth couldn’t help herself and started to cum as Richard ate her out.

Richard enjoyed tasting Beth he moved back from her and Jane leaned into Richard, licking Beth’s cum off his mouth.

Jane got up and poured another round of drinks.

“I think it’s time to move this party into the bedroom,” she said.

Jane took Beth by the hand and lead her down the hall. Richard finished off his drink and followed them.

Jane turned on the lamp, pulled off the bedspread and dropped it on the floor.

“That’s better,” she said. Beth laid down in the center of the king-sized bed.

Jane lowered herself in-between Beth’s legs, and licked Beth’s wet pussy. Richard watched from the doorway, stroking his hard throbbing cock. He moved in behind Jane and pulled her up on to her knees. He rubbed his cock along her pussy and then slapped her on the ass. Jane raised her head and let out a yell.

“Fuck,” Jane yelled.

Jane went back to eating Beth out, Richard gently slid his cock into Jane’s ass. Jane moaned and Richard moved deeper into her. Beth rubbed her clit as Jane’s tongue slid deep into her pussy.

Beth moaned and arched her back and came as she watched Richard slide in and out of Jane’s ass. Richard thrust faster and harder, while staring at Beth’s blue eyes, his body shuttered as he came. Jane pushed back against him, then collapsed on the bed.

Beth got up, went down the hall and into the bathroom. Richard sat on the bed next to the nightstand and lit a cigarette. Jane smiled at him, he handed her the cigarette she took a drag, and handed it back. Richard finished his cigarette, picked up the bedspread from the floor and laid it over Jane.

He went down the hall and into the bathroom. Beth was enjoying the hot water when Richard joined her in the shower.

He slid his arms around her and kissed the back of her neck. Beth turned and faced him, she kissed him deeply.

“Is she asleep?” she asked.

“Yep,” he answered.

Beth had been dancing at The Royal Flesh for almost a year before she meet Richard. They was an instant attraction between them.

It was a casual affair that had gone on for almost a year, then Richard was asked to escort Jane home from her mother’s funeral. Jane was fun Richard enjoyed her, but he loved Beth, and Jane was not interested in moving on.

Jane awoke to the aroma of coffee and bacon, she got up showered and dressed.

“Smells good,” she said as she joined Richard and Beth for breakfast.

“So where did you two meet?” Richard asked as he handed her a plate Jane smiled.

“Yoga class,” Jane answered smiling at Beth.

They ate and made conversation.

“Do you mind if I hang out with you today?” Beth asked, she looked at Jane, Jane looked at Richard.

“Fine with me,” he answered and took another bite of his eggs.

After breakfast Richard went out to run errands, Jane and Beth curled up on the couch together to watch a movie. When Richard returned they were both asleep.

When Jane woke from her nap she found that there was pizza, beer, whiskey and wine all laid out on the table.

“We having a party?” she asked looking at Richard.

“Sorta, I invited a friend over,” Beth said she handed Jane a drink.

“It will be fun, you’ll see,” Beth kissed Jane, slipping a pill into Jane’s mouth.

“Swallow,” Beth said Jane swalowed.

At half past six there was a knock on the door.

“I’ll get it,” Beth said she opened the door, a tall, skinny guy with shaggy brown hair and dark eyes came in.

“Jane, Richard this is Shane,” Beth said, Richard handed him a beer.

They ate, talked and drank. Beth and Jane finished off the bottle of wine. Richard poured four glasses of whiskey and handed them out.

“Cheers, now for the fun,” Richard toasted and downed his drink.

Richard took Jane’s hand and headed down the hall to the bedroom. Beth got up from the table, grabbed Shane’s hand and followed.

Richard stood in front of Jane and kissed her deeply, he took off her shirt and pulled off her pants. Shane stood behind her and kissed her neck.

Beth watched as they kissed and gropped Jane’s body. Shane undid her bra and Richard took off her panties.

Richard undressed and laid on the bed, Jane moved on top of him, rubbing his cock along her pussy. Richard grabbed her hips and slid his hard cock into her.

Beth approached Shane kissing him and taking off his shirt. He unbuttoned his jeans, Beth pulled them off. He took off his boxers and Beth dropped to her knees taking his cock into her mouth and sucking.

Shane pulled Beth’s hair till she let go of his cock. She gave him a look, he moved past her and stood behind Jane. He pushd her foward and rubbed his cock along her ass.

Shane pushed into Jane’s ass.

“Fuck,” Jane screamed, Richard reached up grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her down to him.

“Just enjoy it,” he whispered to her, he kissed her and pushed harder into her.

Shane pushed deeper into her, making himself cum in her ass as Richard thrust faster into her making her cum with him.

Shane picked up his jeans, found his cigarettes and headed to the kitchen to get a drink.

Richard moved Jane, who was now passed out, off of him and sat up. Beth stood next to the nightstand picked up a cigarette, lit it, and handed it to Richard.

“Thanks,” he smiled at her.

Beth and Richard showered, dressed and got ready to leave Jane’s appartment.

Shane retrieved his black duffle bag from his van, Richard handed him an envelope, as they were leaving.

Shane sat in the easy chair smoking a cigarette and finishing off the bottle of whiskey, before attending to Jane.

Shane took his bag with him into the bedroom, he dropped it by the door, stripped and sat on the bed next to Jane.

She was laying across the bed on her stomach, he slowly ran his hands up the back of her legs and squeezed her ass. Jane moaned softly.

Shane moved his hands up her back, massaging her shoulders. She moved and turned over, he leaned down and slid his tongue into her mouth, kissed her deeply, while moving on top of her.

Shane looked into Jane’s green eyes, brushing her hair off her face. He moved her arms above her head and held her wrists with one hand. He caressed her breast with his other hand, and kissed her again.

He slid his cock into her and started thrusting, he let go of her wrists putting his hands around her neck. Shane started to squeeze.

Jane’s breath quickened as she clawed at his hands, he squeezed harder and fucked faster. He felt the pop from her neck under his hands, her arms went limp, her breath faded, he came in her as her eyes filled with tears, and everything went silent.

Shane wrapped her in the bedspread, cleaned up the apartment, put her in the back of his van and drove away.

 

 

Intertwined

Grace

Grace sat on the patio and lit a cigarette, she took a deep drag and exhaled slowly. The first light of day had begun to show, it had been a long night. She looked down at her hands looking past the dirt she noticed that a few of her manicured nails were broken.

“I’ll have to trim them all down,” she thought as she poured a glass of Jack and downed it.

Finishing her cigarette and letting out a sigh, she arose from the patio chair and wandered inside and up the stairs. Slowly taking her clothes off and dropping them into the hamper, standing in the bathroom she took out the fingernail clippers from her make-up bag and trimmed her fingernails, short. She then stepped into the shower and turned on the water.

Letting the water wash away the dirt, tears started to stream down her face as she slid down and sat in the corner of the tub, crying.

“I am so sorry, it should have never turned out like this.”

Grace pulled on her robe that was hanging on the back of the bathroom door and crawled into bed. She fumbled for a bottle of water on her nightstand, set up and drank. Then laid back down and fell asleep.

Grace was awoken by the beep of the answering machine. It was daylight Grace wondered how long she had been out for getting up and stumbling into the bathroom, catching her reflection in the mirror Grace saw just how old she had gotten, her hair a red stringy mess, dark circles under her eyes and a pale complexion.

Grace splashed cold water on her face and tried to become conscious, aware of the can of worms that were about to be released and knew that once out they were not going to be sealed up again.

She dressed in dark jeans, a conservative blue blouse, grabbed a pair of tan flats and headed downstairs to the kitchen. Poured herself a cup of coffee added two spoonfuls of sugar, a splash of cream and grabbed a cranberry muffin from the counter top.

She pushed the blinking red button on the answering machine, the first message was from her husband’s assistant, “John it’s 9 am and you’re not here, where are you, please call me.”

The second was from John’s boss “Hey John it’s 4 pm on Monday and no one has heard from you since Friday. Let us know what’s up before we send a search party after you.” Grace sighed and got ready to go do what had to be done.

As she entered the garage and got into her car, she glanced over at John’s car and thought “I’ll have to deal with that latter.” She drove downtown and parked in a parking garage and walked over towards the police station.

John

It was 10 am on Tuesday when Grace entered the police station.

“I need to file a missing person’s report,” she informed the front desk attendant.

The attendant handed her a form and told her to give as much detail as possible. Grace read over what she had written missing John Summers age 45, height 6 ft, wt. 215 lbs, eyes brown, hair dark brown streaks of gray. Last seen Sunday April 27th.

“Do you have a picture?” the desk attendant asked.

“Yes,” Grace had remembered to grab a pic before leaving the house, she chose a candid one from last summers barque with the neighbors. Grace submitted the missing person’s report and left.

Grace found herself wondering around downtown in the art district, taking her time to look at the sculptures and displays in the window fronts.

Grace had met John during her summer of slumming in Seattle, at a club downtown during the later part of the 90’s. Grace was introduced to John through a friend and after being introduced found herself in a bathroom stall getting to know John real well, she vaguely recalls Metallica being played over the speakers.

Sure that the drugs and alcohol helped to spark their relationship into the whirlwind that it became shortly after meeting. John Summers had just graduated with a degree in business and graphic design. It was all a blur they meet, partied, got married at City Hall, John took a job under the title of v.p. of a software company and they were off and running.

They had built a life together nice house, two cars, played the happy couple at social events but their love had burned out after the first three years and during the last two years had lived like roommates rather than lovers.

After wandering around she found herself getting hungry and tired she headed down to the main drag l myoaded with restaurants and bars.

Grace chose a bar and grill, she took a seat at the bar and ordered a plate of nachos, ice tea and a shot of Jack. She had not realized how long she had been walking around it was now the beginning of happy hour. Grace ate her nachos and drank her ice tea, then downed the shot and ordered another.

A guy took the seat next to her and gave her a friendly smile.

“You look like you could use some cheering up,” he said Grace just smiled. He ordered a beer and they sat there in silence.

Grace finished her second shot of Jack and headed to the lady’s room. He followed her…she stood at the sink gazing into the mirror.

He entered the room and locked the door behind him. Nothing was said between them, she moved towards him to leave he stopped her. He dropped to his knees and pulled her towards him, he unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down along with her panties.

He pulled her to him and began thoroughly enjoying her, sucking and licking her pussy, sliding his tongue into her, making her moan. She swooned and held herself up against the door. He enjoyed and she came, not a word was spoken. Grace returned to her seat and ordered another shot of Jack downed it and left.

Eric

Grace awoke to the phone ringing and answered it.

“Mrs. Summers?”

“Yes,” Grace said.

“Would you be able to come down and discuss your husband’s case around noon today?”

“Sure,” Grace answers.

It had been a few months since Grace had made the missing person’s report on her husband and it didn’t surprise her that it had taken this long for them to get back to her.

Detective Eric Stone a well build guy with good hair in his early forties entered the room. Grace looked at him and knew she was in for it now, Detective Eric Stone her friendly stranger from the bar. “Karma is a bitch,” Grace thought to herself.

“Have a seat Mrs. Summers,” Detective Stone said.

“Do you know why you are here?” asked Stone.

“Yes,” answered Grace.

“Why don’t you tell me what happened to your husband John Summers.”

“Alright, I was watching the rain. I like to watch the rain and it was so beautiful with all the lightning. May I have a glass of water?” Grace asked.

“Ya just a minute,” Detective Stone left the room.

Grace checked her make-up on her compact mirror while he was gone.

“Here you go, now please go on,” Detective Stone said. Grace took a drink and continued.

“Well I was waiting for John to come home and when he did finally show up he stumbled in smelling of cigarettes, women and booze.

“He didn’t even say anything just tripped up the stairs to the master bedroom. I went up after him and he was just laying there on the bed all sprawled out he didn’t even take his shoes off,” Grace took another sip of her water and cleared her throat.

“So I left him there and went downstairs to sleep in the guest room. When I got up the next morning he was gone, like he had never even come home,” Grace sat staring at detective Stone.

“And when was this?” Detective Stone asked

“About two months ago,” Grace answered.

“So now you are declaring him missing so that you can move on with your life?” Stone asked

“Yes, that’s right I need to move on, I don’t believe he is ever coming back,” Grace said.

“Well thank you for coming in today, we will keep you informed if anything else come up in your husband’s disappearance,” Detective Stone left the room and Grace gathered her things and left behind him.

Matt

While heading back to her car she thought of a guy she once knew and what they had done one afternoon. They entered the hotel room, Grace’s heart was racing and she had a feeling of butterflies in her stomach. She knew what she was doing but it still seemed surreal.

Grace and Matt had had a sexual relationship way back during Grace’s first year of college. There was a serious sexual attraction between them that they openly acted on. Now so many years later Grace is in a hotel room with him ready to act on this attraction once again.

Grace keeps reminding herself that she has John and that they made a commitment to each other, but the rush of adrenaline and excitement of being with him once again is giving her such a wonderful high.

“You do only live once,” Grace thinks to herself as she is standing in a very nice hotel room in the middle of the day. Matt to is married which make this all the more strange of a thing to be doing.

Matt takes a seat on the edge of the bed, Grace pulls a chair from the table and sits in front of him.

“You know how crazy this all is, don’t you?” Grace asks.

“Yes I do, but we’re here, we have come this far,” Matt says. Grace takes his hands and takes a deep breath.

“It was so long ago and we never even kissed,” Grace says.

Grace and Matt’s relationship was one of two people in a place in their lives that they just needed each other physically, the no kissing was one of those rules that you give yourself as a young adult so as to not have an emotional attachment to someone. One of those thing that you figure out much later in life that was complete bull shit.

“No time like the present,” Matt says and he leans in to Grace.

Their lips meet and Grace feels Matt’s tongue slide into her mouth she lightly sucks on his tongue and then slips her tongue into his mouth and he lets out a moan.

Grace moves back and says. “Not bad, guess it was worth waiting for.”

Grace thinks once more about how this is crossing a line, how there are excuses of not being that close with John recently and how at this moment she has some suspicion about John’s relationship with his assistant Jenny. But those are just excuses and Grace knows what she is doing and why, because she needs the high that comes with the passion, excitement and orgasm.

Grace stands up and put the chair back, she kicks off her shoes and starts to undress.

“So are we going to do this?” she asks. Matt gets up and moves towards her and kisses her passionately and deeply.

They undress and lay on the bed, he runs his hands along her thighs pausing at her pussy and gently runs his fingers inside of her, Grace arches her back and lets out a moan. Matt leans down and sucks her nipple as he pushes his fingers into her making her moan and cum.

Grace pushes him back and she moves down to take his erect cock into her mouth, she sucks lightly at first and then harder. she runs her hand along his cock making him moan. Grace then straddles Matt’s hips and slowly slides his cock into her wet, tight pussy.

Grace sits up and thrusts her hips against him, she leans back and he reaches up and grabs her breasts, squeezing and pinching at her nipples. She moves quicker letting his cock slide almost all the way out of her pussy and then plunging it back into her.

Matt grabs her by the hips and rolls her off of him, so that she is now on her back. He kisses her and slowly moves down her body kissing her neck and breasts as he moves down to her pussy, he spreads her legs and slides his tongue into her sucking and licking at her clit making her moan and cum.

Grace shudders from the intensity of feeling his tongue in her, licking and sucking at her making her want to cum and enjoy the high. He moves up to her and kisses her she can taste her cum on his lips, he slides his cock into her pussy and thrusts deeply into her. She arches her back and pushes back. Matt thrusts faster into her and he kisses her deeply as he cums in her.

They lay there on the bed letting what had occurred just sink in, Matt moves over and just holds Grace, feeling her breath next to him. Like and good affair it just ends they shower and walk away back to living their lives as before.

Jack Daniels

Grace sat straight up out of a deep sleep, not sure of where she was and tried to swallow, it felt like razor blades slicing into the back of her throat. She reached for a glass of water and suddenly realized where she was a crappy motel room. She made her way to the bathroom sink and slowly sipped a glass of water the pain in her throat soothed a little.

Grace stood in the bathroom and closed her eyes the girl from a swimming class in college floated in, the one she watched shower every day. Tiffany was slim, short and had long brown hair that fell to her waist. Her breast that were just enough for a handful, she watched Tiffany shower wanting to approach her to move her long wet hair from the back of her neck and kiss it, to cup her small soft breasts to taste her hot wet cum. To take her into the sauna and lay her down, to slowly suck and lick her pussy making her moan in pleasure. Grace moaned to herself and got in the shower.

Grace glanced around the trashed motel room and spotted a note with a folded $50 under it on the stand next to the t.v.

The note read “Enjoyed the ride” -B.

Grace then noticed the cigarettes in the ashtray and the almost empty bottle of Jack Daniels on the night stand, no wonder her throat hurt, along with an open condom wrapper. Well that’s reassuring Grace thought.

Her clothes from the night before were on the floor her jeans that were a size to small on purpose the black low cut top next to the bed and her black lace bra laying across the chair in the corner.

Grace had gone down the street to a bar to relax before having to go see Detective Stone today to wrap up her husband’s case. The night’s events started to seep back in there was a pool table and shots of something probably more Jack and there was a B that was grabbing at her ass all night while she was trying to shoot pool, what was it Bob or Billy she couldn’t remember and it didn’t matter there had been so many other one night events that were hazy in the light of day.

Grace got ready to go see Detective Stone, dressing nicely with slacks, a blouse, a pair of pumps and her conservative white satin bra. She loosely pulled back her shoulder length red hair and secured it with a clip. Good enough she thought and headed out to her car, her little Honda that she adored. She headed downtown to the cop shop to deal with Stone, when she got downtown she parked her car in a parking garage and hit the deli across from City Hall to get a breakfast sandwich and an orange juice.

Grace finished her orange juice along with two aspirin and headed into the police station to see Stone. Grace checked in at the front desk and was escorted back to a room.

“How are you Mrs. Summers?”

“Do you really want to know or are you just being polite?” Grace asked Stone looked at Grace and just grinned.

“I have some papers for you to sign,” Since no one had seen or heard from John since that night Grace was free to sell their belongings and put the house up on the market. Grace signed the papers and left.

As she was walking through the lobby passed the handicap restroom Stone grabbed her arm and led her into the restroom. He locked the door behind them and looked at Grace.

“Now that we have some privacy,” He said.

“What did you have in mind,” Grace asked He moved towards her and kissed her hard and deep she moaned.

He lowered himself down in front of her and took down her pants and panties. He pulled her to him and started to lick and suck at her pussy, Grace moaned and put her hand on the wall to keep her balance as she felt his tongue plunge deeper into her making her cum and gasp for air.

He stopped and stood up in front of her, he put his hands on her shoulders and lowered her to her knees. She undid his pants and took his erect cock into her mouth. She started to suck and he moaned and leaned back against the wall.

He ran his hands through her hair that was now undone, she sucked harder and let him cum in her mouth she felt his cum hit the back of her throat and she swallowed. She keep sucking till he gently pushed her back, she stood up and kissed him tasting her cum on his lips and moaned.

After Grace faced the mirror and reapplied her coral lipstick, re-clipped her hair, popped a few breath mints and left. Stone followed her out of the restroom.

“Are you going to ever tell me what you did with him,” Stone asked.

“Nope,” Grace answered.

Grace returned to the motel room to collect her things and survey the damage from the forgotten night before. As Grace packed up her clothes an image of Billy her pool buddy from the previous night flashed into her mind she was laying on the bed naked and he was sucking the Jack Daniels out off her belly button.

Grace shook her head and mumble to herself. “Should really stop drinking just gets me into trouble.”

The Ring

Grace headed to their home the newer two story three bedroom on the well to do side of the upper middle class neighborhood south of town. Grace pulled up to the garage and decided to start with John’s car that was still parked in the garage, Grace started going through the glove box and came across a little black ring box. She opened it and there staring back at her was a very nice gold banded engagement ring. Must be for his whore assistant Jenny, she thought. Grace took the found ring and her own wedding ring set to a pawn shop and got a nice little chunk of change for both.

After spending the week going through the house giving things to charity and selling anything of value Grace found that she had begun drinking and smoking way more than the usual. The memories attached to the things in the house and the stress of trying to get it all done quickly had lead Grace to drinking more and eating less. Grace was sitting on the floor in the walk-in closet in the master bedroom the Goodwill truck had just left with what was left of John’s clothes and some small furniture. Feeling like she needed a drink Grace picked up her phone and dialed 211 and asked the very friendly operator when and where the next AA meeting would be. She told Grace that by her home address the next meeting would be tomorrow morning at 11 am at St. Mathews.

Grace took a deep breath as she entered the community room at St. Mathews, she took a seat towards the back and watched as a dozen people wandered in, got coffee and sat down around her. The meeting was welcoming and Grace stood when asked if there was any new faces today,

“Hi, my name is Grace and I am an alcoholic,” Grace heard the words coming out of her mouth but was very unsure of why she was needing to confide in these strangers.

Grace continued to attend the daily morning meetings at St Mathews listening to tales of woe and heartache caused by to much indulgence. Grace had surveyed the crowd and made friendly chit chat and a little flirting with the group.

Sam

On her way out after the fourth meeting Sam grabbed Grace by the arm and lead her into the empty hallway. Sam was a good looking guy in his early thirties with a nicely trimmed beard and mustache.

“You have got to stop looking at me that way,” he said.

“What way am I looking at you?” Grace asked.

“You know Grace,” Sam said.

Grace grinned she had found Sam quite cute and had made eye contact with him throughout the last few days. Sam moved closer to her and took her hand and ran it over his crotch.

“The way that makes that happen,” he said. Grace rubbed at his hard cock and pushed into him, she slid her tongue into his mouth and he kissed her back Grace let out a moan.

“You know I can help you with that,” Grace said.

“Now?” He asked.

She lead him into an empty room, there was a large wooden desk towards the front of the room and some folding chairs laid out around the room. Grace closed and locked the door behind them. She stood in front of Sam and ran her fingers through his hair, leaned in and kissed him, sliding her tongue into his mouth and sucking on his tongue, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into him. She dropped to her knees and unfastened his pants. She took his erect cock into her mouth and sucked lightly, he let out a moan and ran his hands through her hair. She sucked harder and he moaned louder, he stopped her and she got to her feet.

He kissed her deep and moved towards the desk, he removed her jeans and panties and lowered himself in front of her. He liked and sucked at her pussy making her moan. Sliding his tongue deep into her pussy making her cum. He stood up and turned her around and laid her on her stomach across the desk. He slid his fingers into her wet pussy making her arch her back and push back against him. He then slid his hard cock deep into her wet, tight pussy making her yell out, thrusting into her hard and fast. Sam came deep in her. He moved away from her and Grace got off the desk and redressed.

“Told you I could help you,” Grace smiled at him as she left the room. Grace walked to her car and lit a cigarette.

“I don’t think AA is what I need,” Grace thought to herself.

Road Trip

Once the house was set and everything that could be was sold Grace decided that it was time for a road trip. So she packed up her things and hit the road with the couple thousand in cash she had come up with.

First however a quick stop to say goodbye to Detective Stone, she knew she needed a fix before setting off into the big bad world. Grace had come to the relational that sex was like a drug once you get a taste you will always crave more.

Detective Eric Stone lived in a nice little apartment close to downtown Grace knocked on his door. Eric answered

“Never expected to see you again,” he said.

“Can I come in?” Grace asked he looked her up and down she was in her skin tight jeans and low cut black top that displayed her ample chest very nicely.

“Why not I am sucker for punishment,” he said.

“Thanks you won’t be disappointed,” Grace entered the apartment and headed towards the stereo she put on something soothing in the background she intended to put on a show for dear Eric before saying goodbye. Eric fixed them each a drink and they moved to the couch. Grace downed her glass of whisky and stood in front of Eric who was sitting on the couch.

Grace took off her shoes and swayed back and forth in front of him, running her fingers through her hair, she straddled his lap and leaned in to kiss him she slid her tongue into his mouth and he moaned and grabbed her ass in those skintight jeans. She leaned back and took off her top, he reached around and removed her bra for her and took her breast into his hands and gently sucked on her nipple. Grace moaned and moved back and forth on his lap, she reached down and rubbed at his cock that was getting nice and hard. Grace then got up and removed her jeans and panties.

Eric stood up and Graced helped him shed his clothes. She lead him over towards the kitchen table, Grace leaned over the table onto her stomach and he came up behind her and rubbed her ass and slowly slid his fingers in to her wet awaiting pussy. Grace moaned as she felt his fingers slide deep into her. He then slid his cock into her and felt her tighten around him making him groan and start sliding in and out of her. Grace felt him thrusting deeply into her making her so wet and wanting to cum. She pushed back against him and he stopped Grace turned towards him and lowered herself to her knees, she took his cock into her mouth and sucked until he moaned. Grace stopped got up and walked towards the bedroom, Eric followed.

She pushed him down onto the bed and slowly crawled towards him stopping to rub her hands on his cock she moved up to his lips and ran her tongue along his lips and then slid her tongue into his mouth and sucked lightly at his tongue. She got on top of him and slid his cock into her pussy. She sat up and started moving he felt her so wet and tight she ran her hands through her hair and leaned back, slowly thrusting her hips back and forth against him, he reached up and grabbed her breasts slightly pinching her nipples she gave out a moan and moved faster. Grace keep fucking him till he finally grabbed her and moved her off of him,

“Fuck Grace,” he said getting up off the bed and reaching towards the nightstand to get a condom. Grace just grinned.

“There now it’s my turn,” he grabbed her and pulled her to the middle of the bed He leaned over her kissed her long and hard, while running his hand down her thigh and sliding his fingers into her pussy, he rubbed at her clit making her moan.

He flipped her over so that she was on her stomach. Grace got up on her knees and he rammed his cock into her hard and fast she held in a yell and moved with him, fucking her. He moaned and came deep in her and she enjoyed every hard thrust he gave her. Nothing more was said between them Grace showered redressed and headed towards the door, he stopped her and kissed her deeply, she gave him a smile and left.

Grace drove north out of town, watching the sun set in the early August night a bright orange hue cascaded over the open fields, as she headed off to find a new path to take. Listening to the radio and letting the warm air stream through her open window, Grace sighed to herself, open road money on hand letting the wind take me to wherever. A roommate Grace once had wandered into her mind as she drove, Kelly who always looked like the innocent girl next door, had shared an apartment with Grace one semester in college. Grace heard them come in, they had to know she was home.

She listened to them stumble into Kelly’s bedroom. Grace quietly entered the hallway and looked into the other room, the desk lamp was on and she could see them laying on the bed naked. Kelly and whoever she had brought home for the night. He was on top of her and she was moaning. Grace crept closer to the slightly open door and watched as he sucked on her nipples and slipped his fingers into her pussy, he then thrust his cock into her and she let out a moan of pleasure. Grace was watching intensely and found that her own hand had slipped between her thighs and her fingers were rubbing her pussy.

Grace let out a moan and he looked at her, Grace froze and their eyes meet. Grace caught her breath and returned to her room, she listened as they finished with moans and screams of pleasure. Grace laid in bed and he came into her room wearing a towel and closed the door behind him.

He held his finger to his lips and gestured shh… He approached her bed and removed her blanket and sheet. He gently spread her legs and lowered himself down to her, he licked and sucked at her pussy making her moan and cum. Grace just laid back and took it all feeling his tongue in her, making her cum. He stopped dropped the towel and moved up to her mouth and kissed her deeply she could taste her cum on his lips. He slid his hard cock into her and she let out a moan. Feeling him fuck her deep and hard she came with him.

He kissed her and whispered to her… “Didn’t want you to feel left out.”

James Dean

Grace drove into the night till she spotted a sign that read Barney’s Bar & Grill come join us for a drink and excellent BBQ next exit.

“Well I could use some entertainment,”  Grace thought to herself.

She pulled off at the next exit and headed down the dusty road and there it was sitting in the middle of a large dirt lot Barney’s Bar & Grill in bright red neon. Grace pulled into the parking lot and stopped, she glanced at the cars, trucks and motorcycles all parked around the building.

“Should be an interesting crowd,” she thought.

Grace was dressed in dark jeans and a plain grey tee-shirt along with a pair of black flats. Grace looked in the rear-view mirror and applied her coral lipstick, removed the clip from her hair and let it flow over her shoulders.

“Good enough,” she said and got out of the car, she put her keys, id and cash into her pockets and headed inside.

The bar was warm, crowded and loud. Grace made her way to the bar and ordered a beer, she figured she should start slow it would be a long night. She sat and watched the crowd of cowboys, bikers, workers and couples all drinking talking and getting on with each other. She decided to order a BBQ bacon burger and fries, the smell from the kitchen was enough to make you drool.

There were tables scattered around, a small dance floor with a jukebox blaring some Rascal Flatts song and a pool table.

Grace ate her meal and watched the guy playing pool, he was good, not as good as her but good. She finished off her second beer and ordered a shot of Jack, Grace downed the shot and headed over to the pool table.

“Interested in a real game, best out of seven,” Grace asked the good looking guy, dressed in faded jeans, cowboy boots, and white tee-shirt with the sleeves rolled up, Grace thought to herself how very James Dean of him.

“Sure, why not,” he answered.

They played one game after another, he took notice of how far she would bend over the table to make a shot and she would brush up against him many times. It was tied three games apiece, Grace was on her fourth shot of Jack and about to break for the seventh game. She bend over the table to line up the break and he stepped in behind her and put his hand around her waist,

“How about we call it a tie and settle up in the restroom,” he said She could feel him push up against her and got a rush of adrenaline.

“Ok in the lady’s room in five,” Grace put down the pool cue and walked towards the restrooms.

Grace splashed some cold water on her face and took a deep breath. He came in and they entered the large bathroom stall and locked the door. He leaned into her and kissed her.

“You know I don’t even know your name,” Grace said.

“Does it matter?” he asked.

“Not really,” Grace said.

She took off her shirt, she had stepped it up and was wearing her purple satin bra. He moved into her kissing her neck and rubbing her breast, he reached around and undid her bra and moved down to suck on her nipples and she moaned. She undid his pants and rubbed his erect cock, she lowered herself to her knees and slid his cock into her mouth and sucked. He let out a moan and ran his fingers through her hair. She sucked harder and he gently pulled away from her.

She got to her feet and he kissed her deep she sucked on his tongue making him moan.

“I think we need to finish this somewhere else,” he said. Grace agreed They redressed and left the restroom, Grace stopped at the bar and downed another shot of Jack.

She went to her car and he followed, he put out his hand and said “My name is Aaron.”

“Grace,” she said and shook his hand.

“There is a motel about a half mile up on the left, care to join me there?” Aaron said.

Grace looked at him and considered this for a second,

“Why the hell not,” she said. He kissed her and headed towards his truck.

They arrived at the Northward Inn a small rundown side of the road motel that advertised clean rooms and free HBO.

“All they need is hourly rates available,” Grace thought to herself as she pulled into the parking lot.

Aaron registered for a room and they parked and entered room 17. It was a typical motel room t.v., dresser, small table, two chairs, a night stand and those lamps that are attached to the wall between the two double beds. The beds always had those dark colored paisley prints this one had a dark burgundy with gold trim paisley pattern and dark wood paneling.

Making the room seem much darker than it needed to be. Aaron switched on a lamp.

“You get what you pay for,” he sighed.

Grace took her overnight bag in with her and headed towards the bathroom, the small but clean bathroom. She changed into an over sized dark blue tee-shirt that came down to her upper thighs. She brushed her teeth and combed her hair and gazed into the mirror, looking past her tired eyes and pale complexion. Grace put her bag on the luggage rack in the closet and walked over to the bed.

Aaron stood up when she came over and he slid his arms around her and kissed her. He then went into the bathroom.

Grace pulled down the bedspread, “at least the sheets are clean” she thought to herself.

She locked the door, closed the curtains, those heavy black out rusty gold colored curtains that are standard in any cheap motel and left one lamp on in the far corner. She laid on the bed and Aaron came out of the bathroom only wearing a pair of boxers. He came over and joined her on the bed, he leaned over her and kissed her gently and ran his hand up the inside of her thigh, he slid his fingers inside her pussy she moaned and kissed him.

She let his fingers slid in and out of her rubbing her clit and making her wet. She ran her hand down to his cock and started to rub. He stopped and got up he took off his boxers and Grace lost her shirt. She got up on her knees in front of him and he rubbed her breast slightly pinching her nipples.

He got a condom and then pushed her back onto the bed and got on top of her. He slowly slid his cock into her pussy, feeling her so wet and tight he let out a moan and kissed her neck and rubbed her breasts while he moved into her deeper. She moaned and pushed into him harder. Moving in and out of her feeling her breath quicken and shudder under him, they moved together till she couldn’t stand it any longer and she yelled out and came, he pushed harder into her and came deep inside her. They laid there for a while just breathing each other in and feel asleep wrapped up in each other.

Grace awoke trying to think, trying to remember where she was who was laying next to her, she looked at Aaron still asleep and moved to get up. He tightened his grip around her and pulled her close to him and kissed her. She got up and went into shower. Grace stepped into the shower and felt the warm water wash over her she soaped up and rinsed off. As she was enjoying the warmth of the water Aaron joined her in the shower, he put his arms around her and kissed the back of her neck. Grace turned to face him and he lowered himself to his knees and pulled her to him, he slid his tongue into her pussy licking and sucking on her clit.

Grace moaned and held herself up against the shower wall, it felt so good, feeling his tongue slide into her she let herself cum. He got up and kissed her, she got out of the shower grabbed a towel and went and laid on the bed. Aaron showered and joined her on the bed.

“So we going to say anything about this little experience?” Aaron asked.

“I am not sure,” Grace answered. Aaron leaned over and kissed her, she let out a sigh.

“It’s been a wonderful experience, but looking at reality I am afraid it’s time to go,” Grace said.

“I know,” Aaron agreed.

It was 9 am, time to continue on Grace dressed, packed up and said goodbye to Aaron. Grace got into her Honda and set out back to the highway to head further north. She thought about Aaron and how bittersweet the encounter had been, Grace knew she was treating sex like a drug but at that moment she didn’t care, she had gotten her fix and now it was on to a new place.

Grace drove till she came to a little out of the way town, she drove down the main drag.

Overland

“Typical hometown look,” She thought.

Small businesses, bars, restaurants, churches, banks all the usual things. She found motel row and picked the least to get you mugged looking one, close to a Everyday Foods store. The Candlelight Inn what a name Grace thought as she checked in and paid for a week up front, figuring since she was here she would take some time and look around get a feel for the little town in the middle of nowhere.

“Well Overland let’s see what you have to offer a girl,” Grace said as she thumbed through the phone book.

She found that one of the best ways to find things was to skim the phone book. Grace ventured over to the Everyday Foods store and picked up some snacks. Grace decided to hang out in her motel room and catch up on sleep.

Grace drifted off thinking about a lost summer day from a lifetime ago. Grace and James drove out of town towards the ocean. It was a sun filled hot summer day and heading out to feel the cool breeze of the ocean is just what Grace needed. Grace had picked up James, a good looking guy in his mid 30’s at a bar.

James had broad shoulders and sandy blond hair that he wore slightly shaggy. James had been long distance runner in college and still had the legs and abs to show for it. James had bought Grace a drink and he explained his outlook on life, how it was an open road full of possibility. Grace was sure this was a pick up line, but he was good looking and very nice to talk with, so being Grace she thought what the hell.

They drove out towards Seaside to enjoy the day by the water, James was driving and Grace was running her hand up and down James leg, she ran her hand over to his crotch and gave him a generous rub though his cargo shorts. Grace was wearing a light blue bikini under an open over shirt and shorts. James moaned as she rubbed harder at his crotch. James turned into a rest stop parking lot, he shut off the car and leaned over towards Grace, he kissed her long and deep letting her suck at his tongue.

He slid her shirt off and rubbed her breasts. Grace moaned and moved over to remove her top and bottoms. James leaned over to her and sucked at her hard nipple, while rubbing and pinching at her other breast. He ran his fingers down to her waiting pussy, he slowly slid his finger into her wet, tight pussy.

Grace arched her back, let out a moan, letting his fingers slide deeper into her. James fingered her rubbing at her clit, making her wet. He kissed her and sat back into his seat, Grace leaned over him and undid his shorts, taking his erect cock into her mouth and sucked, lightly letting his cock slide in and out of her mouth, then sucked harder while running her hand up and down his shaft. Making him moan, Grace sucked and rubbed till James pushed her away from him.

“Please fuck me,” he begged.

Grace straddled his hips and slowly slid his hard cock into her wet pussy, they both let out a moan as she moved back and forth, thrusting his cock deeper into her.

She moved faster and he pushed deeper into her. He kissed her and felt her pussy tighten around his cock as he came in her. She moved off of him and into her seat she redressed and smiled

“There now can we go to the beach?” James just smiled started the car and continued on towards Seaside.

She awoke around 8 am the next morning “time to face the day.” she said to herself.

She showered and dressed in comfy jeans, a long sleeve tee-shirt and walking shoes. She picked up a map from the front office and had written down some points of interest to check out. She headed towards the downtown area and found a place to park, she walked down the Main Street area and checked out some of the hometown charm, nothing to interesting caught Grace’s eye. It was all very normal looking craft shops, ice cream shops, home decor, antiques and beauty shops.

Grace wandered around for a while and figured it was time for some lunch she stopped at a little deli and had a turkey on wheat with a pickle, chips and an ice tea. Grace sat out on the patio side of the deli and watched the people of this little town going about their lives.

The Backdoor

Grace stopped by a convent store on her way back to The Candlelight Inn to grab a pack of cigarettes. She asked the younger looking 20 something girl running the register where the nightlife was in this little town. The girl offered up that out behind the truck-stop, off route 18 there was a bar where all the locals hangout.

“It called The Backdoor,” the girl said.

Grace hung out in the motel room till around 9 pm, she dressed in her tight blue jeans, low cut black top and black ankle boots. Grace put on her coral lipstick and clipped her hair back.

Grace looked in the mirror and let out a sigh “anything for a fix,” Grace drove out to route 18 and past the truck-stop.

There it was about a quarter mile past, a large warehouse looking building, surrounded by a small dirt parking lot that stretched out into a field of forgotten wheat. A simple small wooden sign hung over the door The Backdoor it read. Grace parked among all the other cars, SUV’s, trucks and motorcycles, she glanced around there were small groups of people standing around talking, smoking and drinking. Grace got out of her Honda locked the door put her keys, id and money into her pockets and headed towards the door.

The unmistakable smell of pot hit her as she passed a group of people, Grace took deep breath as she passed “awe memories,” She thought.

Grace paid the large man that looked like a bodybuilder the $10 cover charge to get in, the very open floor of the warehouse had a bar, tables with chairs, a few pool tables and a dance floor all lighted by a number of moving blue and red spotlights. The music was a mix of classic rock and adult contemporary played just loud enough that you had to raise your voice to a dull yell to be heard. Grace made her way to the bar and ordered a shot of Jack and a beer, she downed the shot and took a seat at the bar to watch the crowd.

Sean

Grace’s beer was just past half empty when a voice asked “Would you like another, or something stronger?”

Grace turned to see an older guy, mid 50’s, in good shape with a little more gray than brown left in his hair asking if she would like another drink.

Grace smiled at him and said “Sure how about a shot of Jack?”

He ordered two and introduced himself  “Sean.”

He put out his hand and Grace said “Grace, thanks for the drink,” and shook his hand.

“So what do you think of our little town?” Sean asked. Grace gave him a confused look.

“You don’t look as if you’re from around here,” he said.

“True,” Grace answered.

They chatted about the town and what keep it running and why people choose to call it home. Typical mundane small talk, Grace ordered another beer.

“Care for a game of pool?” she asked him.

“Not my thing,” Sean answered.

“Your loss,” Grace said and headed over to the table.

She played a couple games with the guys that were hanging around. After deciding that this night was not really going anywhere Grace returned to the bar and ordered one more shot of Jack.

“Let me get that for you,” Sean said.

“Sure why not,” Grace said.

Sean handed Grace her shot “Cheers,” Sean said.

“Cheers,” Grace answered.

Ouch

Grace slowly opened her eyes the light was bright, she shut them again, her head pounded and her body ached. Grace tried to move and was stopped by a shooting pain through her shoulders and back.

“What the hell happened,” Grace said to the empty room.

Grace managed to slowly sit up and let her eyes adjust to the bright sunlight streaming in through the window. She was in what appeared to be a bedroom, sitting in the middle of a large bed looking around, there was a night stand with a clock radio that read 8:12 am, a dresser with a mirror, a chair in the corner and the door was closed. Grace had no idea where she was, she was wearing a man’s gray button down shirt that was open and nothing else. Grace got off the bed and stood in front of the mirror that was on the dresser.

“Oh my God,” Grace said as she examined herself in the mirror.

Her hair was a mess, her eyes were bloodshot, there were red rough marks around her wrists and ankles, bruises and blood on her inner thighs. Grace scanned the room for her clothes, they were in a pile on the floor to the side of the bed, at least her shirt, jeans and boots were there no socks or underwear.

“Go figure,” Grace mumbled to herself.

Grace got dressed and left the room, she stumbled down a hall and into a living-room. She found the front door and went outside. Grace found herself standing in a driveway not quite believing what she saw, her Honda parked right there. Grace opened the door and her keys were sitting on the passenger seat.

Grace drove away from the house found route 18 and made her way back to The Candlelight Inn, she packed up her room and started driving south. Soon as she felt she was far enough out of town she pulled over into a rest stop, Grace’s hands shook as she lit a cigarette and tried to think of the last thing she remembered from the night before.

Grace remembered going to The Backdoor, playing pool having a few drinks, talking to the older guy, Sean. But didn’t remember leaving or anything else except waking up in that strange house.

Grace decided to drive south into the next big city and visit a hospital. She pulled up outside of St. Anthony’s Hospital and locked the Honda and walked into the emergency room entrance. Grace approached the check in desk and the attendant behind the glass asked what she was there for.

“I was drugged and sexually assaulted,” Grace said.

The attendant looked up at her, handed her a clipboard and asked her to have a seat. Grace took a seat and filled out the form, a nurse came over to her and offered her a bottle of water.

“It will be just a few minutes, would you like us to call in a police officer as well?” the nurse asked.

“Yes, thank you,” Grace said.

Sarah

Grace sat and sipped on the water and waited, a women in a nice pants suit walked in and approached the check in desk. The attendant motion towards Grace and the woman walked over to her.

“Mrs. Summers, I am detective Sarah Miller,” she said.

Grace made eye contact with her and tried to smile, tears were welling up in her eyes. Grace knew she was exhausted and just wanted all of this over with. Detective Miller accompanied Grace back to an exam room, where she made her statement of what she could remember, photos were taken, blood was drawn and a rape kit collected.

Grace didn’t want to think too much about what was being done to her she just knew that it hurt and she wanted it over. Grace was allowed to shower and given clothes from the lost and found to wear, a dark blue tee-shirt, a pair of gray sweets and some slip on shoes. Detective Miller gave Grace her card and told her to keep in touch. Grace went to her Honda and sat trying to process what had just happened.

“I know it is the right thing to do, especially since I can’t remember,” Grace thought.

Home

Grace knew she needed to get somewhere safe where she could rest. She drove south and knocked on Eric’s door.

“Grace, what the hell?” Eric said.

Grace entered Eric’s apartment handed him the large envelope that contained a copy of the police report she had filed. Made her way to the couch, laid down and closed her eyes.

“Just read it,” she said and fell into a sleep of exhaustion.

Eric walked over to the couch, slipped her shoes off and covered Grace with a blanket. Eric sat at the table and slowly read the police report.

“Jesus Christ,” he said to himself.

Grace awoke to the smell of coffee and bacon. She sat up slowly realizing how sore she was.

“Morning,” Eric said.

“Morning,” Grace moaned getting herself to sit upright.

“Eat and take the meds that were prescribed for you,” Eric said.

Grace took the plate of scrambled eggs, toast and bacon and slowly ate it all along with a cup of coffee. She took the morning after pills, some antibiotics, and ibuprofen. Eric came over and kissed her on the forehead.

“Doing ok so far?” He asked.

“As good as can be expected. Still can’t remember anything,” she answered.

Grace’s cell phone rang it was St. Anthony’s Hospital with her test results. Grace had been drugged with Rohypnol the date rape drug, no DNA was found in her rape kit and she was clear of any STD’s. Grace didn’t know Sean’s last name nor did she take note of where she woke up, she had given as much information as she could remember from her night at The Backdoor.

Grace got up and went to take a shower, she thought about John and what had really happened that night so many months ago. He came home drunk and started in on her the second he hit the door saying how he didn’t love her anymore and that he and his whore of an assistant Jenny were going to get married as soon as he could file for a divorce from Grace. Grace remembered how the thunder rolled and the lightning sparked through the sky that night as John rambled on and on about leaving her and moving on with his happy little life.

When John headed towards the stairs to go up to the bedroom how he tripped, some how, it happened all so quickly, he was yelling and going up the stairs and then there was a noise, a loud thump followed by a cracking sound.

Grace stood in the kitchen for a moment after that horrible sound and tried to wrap her mind around what had just happened.

She thought about their life together the falling out of love and how John had become so hateful over the last few years, the money and assets that she helped him build up and how now she was deciding to hide his body take it all and run. Grace went into the living room towards the staircase and there laying like a rag doll on the floor was John, or at least his body, the color draining from his face, he was not breathing, not moving.

She knew he was already gone, the cracking sound was John’s head splitting open on the marble tile that surrounded the base of the staircase.

Grace managed to wrap the body in garbage bags and drug it out to the backyard, where they had started to dig a hole for a pool to be put in, Grace dumped the body into the hole and covered it up. It was a long, tiring, messy night but it had to be done.

Grace stood over the covered body in the backyard and said “It wasn’t all bad John we just grew apart and you became rotten, like a piece of fruit left out to long on the counter.”

Grace made a mental note to make sure the foundation for the pool would be poured by weeks end and so it was.

John was forever sealed away under the new backyard pool.

Grace stood in the shower looking over the red marks and bruises left by the night she couldn’t and didn’t want to remember and thought to herself “Karma is a bitch.”

 

John’s Side

“Fuck, where is my tie, I am late for the 1:30 pm meeting,” John said.

“Relax, they will wait for you,” Jenny said, as she picked up his navy blue neck tie off the floor of the hotel room and put it around his neck.

“See there you go all dressed,” she said.

“Thank you, I love you,” he said and kissed her deeply.

“Love you too,” she said.

John gathered his wallet, keys, phone, and briefcase and left the hotel room. He took the elevator down to the parking garage and got into his car. His phone beeped while he was exiting the garage, one missed call, from Grace. John sighed

“Suppose I should call the wife back,” he mumbled to himself.

After his meeting, Jenny his assistant, came into his office.

“How did it go?” she asked

“Good, they will send over a contract next week,” he said. John’s phone rang it was Grace, he pushed ignore call, and looked at Jenny.

“When are you going to tell her?” she asked.

“Soon,” he answered.

John sat at his desk looking at the portrait of his wife Grace, they had fallen out of love years ago and now just tolerated each other. John had meet Grace one summer in Seattle, at a club downtown during the late 90’s. Grace was introduced to John through a friend of a friend and shortly after being introduced found themselves in a bathroom stall getting to know each other real well. John figured that the drugs and alcohol helped to spark their relationship into the whirlwind that it became shortly after meeting.

John Summers had just graduated with a degree in business and graphic design. It was all a blur they meet, partied, got married at City Hall. Then John took a job under the title of v.p. of a software company and they were off and running. They had built a life together nice house, two cars, played the happy couple at social events but their love had burned out after the first three years and during the last two years had lived like roommates rather than lovers.

John and his assistant Jenny had been sleeping together for over two years now. John had started out by saying he would never indulge with someone at work, but over the time spent together they had fallen in love. He had tried to ignore the butterflies he felt in his gut when she had first started working for him, the stolen glances across the room, the accidental touches in passing.

He ignored it till that one day, he had started the morning having an argument with Grace about never spending any time together anymore, and had stormed out of the house and to the office.

Jenny was there looking so pretty, with her long legs, bright blue eyes and bouncy blonde hair, there to listen. John had broke down in front of her and they ended up in a hotel room together during lunch. He talked, she comforted and listened, Jenny made the first move, kissing him on the cheek, that turned into a make out session followed by an afternoon fling.

John tried to push her away and not feel the warmth and comfort of her, telling himself it was just once a moment of weakness. But it was there a connection between them, that hole in his heart that he had been carrying around for years was now filled with her. Her passion for life, her understanding, her love.

John had started to prepare what he needed to say to Grace, how he needed to be let go, that they both needed to move on. That they were just suffocating each other by staying in a stalled relationship. It always sounded good in his head, but every time he started to get ready to confront her he chickened out not wanting to deal with the confrontation.

“You know instead of hotel rooms at noon we could be together in our own home,” Jenny said, after yet another lunch hour spent in a hotel room.

“I know, I want to tell her,” John said, Jenny stood in front of him, slid her arms around his waist and kissed him.

“Please do it tonight, I can’t wait any longer, I want to be home with you,” she said, he kissed her back.

“Ok, tonight,” he said.

John had a stop to make before going home to confront Grace. He drove out to the mall and went into The Jewelry Palace and picked up the engagement ring he had ordered for Jenny, he looked it over in the car and put it in the glove box.

John drove around for a while rehearsing in his head what he was going to say to Grace. He decided to stop and grab a drink hoping that it would help settle his nerves, he entered the Bar & Grill on main, ordered a hamburger a beer and a shot of Jameson.

About four shots and two beers later he felt brave enough to go talk to Grace. John parked his car in the garage and entered the house, Grace was standing in the kitchen and he just started talking wanting to get it all out and over with quickly, so that he could go back to Jenny.

“Grace, we’re done, I am leaving, I want a divorce. You are suffocating me, we need to move on. Jenny and I want to get married,” he said, it all came out quickly and his heart was racing and he was shaking.

John walked through the kitchen to the stairs to go up and grab a few things, before leaving. His shoes were wet from the rain, and he misjudged the step and slipped not being able to regain his balance his head hit the marble tile that surrounded the base of the staircase.

“Missing John Summers age 45, wt. 215 lbs, eyes brown, hair short, dark brown with streaks of grey,”  Jenny read to herself, as she hung up another flyer. She sighed and thought to herself I wish I knew where you were. Jenny brushed a tear away and continued on hanging up missing person flyers.

 

Jenny and James

Jenny continued to hand out flyers on her way back to her apartment. She slowly climbed up the steps to her studio apartment on the third floor of an older historical building downtown. As she stood in the center of the room a small navy blue gym bag in the closet caught her eye, John’s ‘gym’ bag she smiled to herself, John going to the gym was there cover for the past year. Every Wednesday night and Saturday afternoon John would come here and for the first while he carried the gym bag back and forth, then it just ended up in the closet.

Jenny let out a sigh and sat on the bed.

“I just want to know where you are,” she said to the empty room.

Jenny scrolled through her contacts on her phone, stopped, “I wonder,” she said and pushed call contact name James.

“Hello this is James Andrews, how can I help you?

“James it Jenny,” she said

“Hey, sis what’s up?” he answered.

Jenny explained her relationship with John and that he was now missing and that she didn’t know what else she could do. James took all this in and thought it through.

“Let me see if my friend from the academy is still around, last I remember he was out your way he should be a detective by now,” he said.

“Ok, thank you James, anything to help me find him. I just don’t understand what could have happened to him,”  Jenny said.

James sat his desk and thumbed through a stack of business cards till he found the one he was looking for.

“Thought so,” he said and dialed the phone.

“Hello, this is Detective Eric Stone,”

“Hey, detective this is Private Investigator James Anderson,”

“Wow, hi James, long time, so what’s up?” Eric asked.

James explained his sister’s predicament and it didn’t take long for Eric to put it all together. James hung up with Eric and packed his bag for a quick road trip. He was not only curious about what had happened to John but also felt it was past time to catch up with his sister and old friend.

Detective Stone sat at his desk in the downtown police station taking in that his old friend from the academy days was now involved, all because John Summers assistant was Jenny Andrews. “Small world.” He muttered to himself. Trying to figure out if Grace needed to be brought in on any of this.

 

Grace and James

James and Jenny arrived at Eric’s apartment right on time, James knocked. Eric answered the door.

“Hey, come in, take a seat. Can I get either of you a drink?” Eric asked.

“Sure I’ll take a scotch,” James said.

“No thanks,” Jenny said.

Grace came into the living room, Eric started to make the introductions but was cut off by James.

“Grace?” James asked.

“James? From Seaside? It’s been quite a while,” she answered moving forward to shake hands.

Grace had picked up James in a bar in downtown Portland about thirteen years ago, a good looking guy, with broad shoulders and sandy blond hair that he wore slightly shaggy. James had been long distance runner in college and still had the legs and abs to show for it.

James had bought Grace a drink and he explained his outlook on life, how it was an open road full of possibilities. Grace was sure this was a pick up line, but he was good looking and very nice to talk with, so being Grace she thought what the hell. They drove out towards Seaside to enjoy the day by the water.

“Seriously, Grace is there anyone you haven’t slept with? I’ll take a drink now,” Jenny said.

Eric handed her a shot of Jack and she downed it.

Route 18

“Hello, this is Detective Miller,” Sarah answered the phone.

“Hey, Sarah, It’s Detective Mark Thomas from Overland, I have a question for you about a report you took last fall concerning The Backdoor.”  

Detective Thomas explained the discovery of a female body not to far from The Backdoor and had found Sarah’s incident report on Grace.

Sarah called Grace.

Grace awoke to her phone beeping, she reached over to the nightstand. It said one missed call from Sarah Miller.  

“What the hell, does she want,” Grace said sitting up in bed.  

“What does who want?” Eric asked from the other room. Grace got up and joined Eric in the kitchen.  

“Detective Sarah Miller,” Grace answered.

Grace sat at the kitchen table and dialed the phone.

“This is Detective Miller,”

“It’s Grace Summers, you called?”

“Thanks for calling back, they found a body of a young women, out on route 18, just outside of Overland,” Sarah said.

“This has to do with me how?” Grace asked.

“She had similar markings on her, that match your report from last fall.”  

Grace just sat for a moment taking in what Sarah was saying. Another woman had gone to The Backdoor for a good time and now she is dead. Grace had tried not to remember that night, but pieces of it had begun to float back into her mind.

“You are the only one that has made a report about The Backdoor,” Sarah said.

“If you happen to remember anything else about that night it could help. Grace, she was only 23,” Sarah said.

“I will think about it,” Grace said and hung up the phone.

“What was that about?” Eric asked.

“A dead woman, was found out on route 18, I think I know who did it,” Grace answered.

Since coming back to Eric’s apartment after that forgotten night at The Backdoor, Grace and Eric had been playing house with each other like an old married couple. Grace felt comfortable and safe with Eric and Eric enjoyed having Grace around to look after.  

Grace and Eric decided to take a road trip out to route 18, to see if It would jog Grace’s memory. They drove north out of town, past Barney’s Bar & Grill, past The Northward Inn and into downtown Overland. It had been a while but it all looked the same, a quiet little town, of ordinary looking people going about their daily lives.  

They drove out towards route 18 and the truck stop. Then there it was the large warehouse looking building, surrounded by a small dirt parking lot that stretched out into a field of forgotten wheat. With just a simple small wooden sign over the door, The Backdoor it read. The parking lot was empty and it looked run down. They pulled into the parking lot and Grace pulled out a map of the area. She was looking for where she had woken up after that forgotten night at The Backdoor.  

“This may be something,” she said to Eric as they looked at a road that turned off of route 18 about a mile down.

“Let’s go check it out,” Eric started the car and they drove further down route 18.

They turned off on to a dirt road that twisted and turned into the woods, it was an overcast day but the dense trees made the road much darker that it needed to be. Eric flipped the switch for the headlights in Grace’s little Honda, as they continued along the dirt road. They came to a dead stop, a shiver ran up Grace’s back, making her shudder. A large two story, log cabin looking house stood in front of them.  

“That’s it. That is the house I woke up in,” Grace said. Eric took note of the house number and the name of the road they had turned on.

“We need to go talk to Sarah,” Grace said. Eric agreed and they headed back out of Overland.

Anna

Grace and Eric sat in the police station waiting to speak with Detective Sarah Miller.

“You can come back now,” an officer escorted Grace and Eric into an interview room.

“So what do we have?” Sarah asked.

“We drove out to The Backdoor and we found the house off of Route 18,” Grace answered.  

“The house you woke up in, but didn’t know where you were?”  

“Yep that one, it has an address, 870 West Ridge Rd. off of Route 18,” Eric said.

“Can we see the report on the dead woman?” Eric asked.

“Only because you are also a Detective and Grace was the only one to come forward,” she handed the file to Eric.  

Grace and Eric read over the report. Woman found naked, bruises on wrists and ankles. Scratches and bruising on inner thighs. Bruising around eyes and mouth, skin under fingernails. Identified as Anna Miller age 23. Eric looked at Sarah.

“Relation?” he asked her.

“She’s my niece,” Sarah said.   

“I will run the address and see if we can find and owner. I will let you know what I find,” Sarah showed them back out to the front entrance.

When Grace and Eric returned to Eric’s apartment, Grace wrapped her arms around Eric and kissed him deeply.  

“Thanks for helping me find the house,” Grace said.  

She lead Eric into the bedroom and pushed him down onto the bed, she unclipped her hair letting her red hair fall over her shoulders as she slowly started to take off her clothes, first sliding off her shoes. She swayed back and forth while undoing her jeans, sliding them down to her ankles and stepping out of them.  

Eric just laid back on the bed and enjoyed, Grace pulled her shirt off over her head and then undid her bra and slipped off her panties. She then moved to the bed and helped Eric take off his pants and shirt. She moved up and pulled down Eric’s boxers and discarded them to the floor. Grace lowered herself over Eric’s erect cock and slid it into her mouth, sucking and rubbing her hand along his shaft. Eric let out a moan of pleasure and leaned back on the bed, he ran his hands through Grace’s hair. She sucked harder and let his cock slide in and out of her mouth.

Grace stopped and move over on top of Eric, straddling his hips and sliding his hard cock into her wet pussy. Grace let out a moan, and Eric reached up and caressed her breasts, pinching her nipples, making them hard. Grace moaned and leaned back, pushing against Eric letting his cock slide deeper into her. She moved back and forth, thrusting faster and deeper, fucking Eric, till they came together.

Closure

The next morning Grace awoke to the smell of coffee brewing and the sound of bacon frying. Grace got up pulled on her robe and went into the kitchen.  

“Morning,” Eric said as he gave her a kiss and put a plate of scrambled eggs, toast and bacon down in front of her.

Grace started eating as he poured her coffee.

“So what’s up?” Grace asked in between bites.

“Sarah called this morning. She found a name,” Eric said.

Grace stopped eating and looked up at Eric.  

“It’s Sean isn’t it?” she asked, Eric just nodded.

“Finish eating and then we will figure out what you want to do next.”

Grace entered The Backdoor wearing her tight jeans, low cut black top and ankle boots. She headed over to the bar and ordered a shot of Jack, she downed the shot and hit the pool tables. A good looking guy in jeans and a t-shirt was shooting a game. Grace picked up a cue stick and make eye contact with the guy.

“Care for a game, best out of five?” Grace asked.

“Sure,” he said and racked the balls for a new game.

Grace took her time shooting this game of pool, watching the room and taking note of the older grey haired guy sitting towards the back of the room.  

A woman in her mid 30’s with shoulder length dark hair entered The Backdoor, she was dressed in dark jeans and a tight t-shirt that helped accent her nice chest. She took a seat at the bar ordered a beer and a BLT. While she ate her sandwich and drank her beer, she watched the crowd of people, some dancing, others eating and a few playing pool.  

“Would you like another or something stronger?” a male voice said beside her. She cleared her throat.

“I wouldn’t say no to a shot of Jack,” the woman answered.  She gave him a smile and he ordered her a shot and took the seat next to her at the bar.

“I am Sarah,” she said and put out her hand.

“Sean,” he answered shaking her hand.

They chatted about how warm it was getting so early into spring and other mundane daily small talk.

“One for the road?” Sean asked.

“Sure,” Sarah said.

Grace had finished her game of pool and was now standing behind Sean looking at Sarah. Sean ordered two more shots of Jack and turned away from Sarah before handing her the drink. Grace just watched as he slipped a small pill into the drink, it dissolved instantly. He turned back towards Sarah and handed her the shot.

“Cheers,” Sean said.  

“I don’t think so,” Grace said from behind Sean. He turned around to face her.

“We can take this outside,” she said, Sean agreed and walked out with Grace and Sarah into the parking lot.  

“Let’s go to your place, Sean,” Grace said.  

They walked over to Grace’s Honda, Sean and Sarah got in the back. Eric was behind the wheel Grace got in and they headed down Route 18, and turned on to West Ridge Rd. The car was dead silent, then Grace spoke.

“I want to see where you took me and what you did to me,” she said looking at Sean. He just sat there knowing he was outnumbered. They pulled up in front of the house and they all got out.

“Let’s go,” Eric said taking Sean by the elbow and leading him to the front door. Sean took out his keys and unlocked the door.  

“Show me,” Grace said.

He lead them through the kitchen to a door that had a padlock on it. Sean unlocked it, opened the door, flipped the light switch and they headed downstairs to the basement.

The cinder block walls were cold and damp. There was a faint smell of burnt candles, vanilla Grace thought to herself. There was a queen size bed against the far wall, it had a wooden foot and headboard. There were strands of red stained rope hanging off the four corner posts of the bed. The sheets on the bed were smeared with streaks of blood. Grace took a wooden kitchen chair from the side of the bed and placed it next to the foot of the bed.

“Sit,” she told Sean.

He took a seat on the chair, Grace then handcuffed his arms behind him and tied his ankles to the legs of the chair. Sarah and Eric just watched, allowing her to get her answers.  

“Why?” Grace asked.

“Why, not it was easy,” Sean said.

Grace moved towards Sean and straddled his lap, she leaned into him and whispered.

“Like it’s easy for me to make you hard,” she rubbed her hand along his crotch and he tried to move away. She could feel his cock starting to get hard.  

“What exactly did you do to me?” she asked he looked at her and smiled.

“Nothing you didn’t want or enjoyed,” he answered Grace moved off of him.

“You know what, I think we are done here,” Grace said.

She walked over to Eric, kissed him and he handed her his gun. Grace turned to look at Sarah, she nodded.  

Grace raised the gun and shot Sean in the head, his body when limp. Eric uncuffed and untied him. He fell to the floor.

Eric, Grace and Sarah went upstairs and put the padlock back on the basement door. When out to Grace’s Honda and drove back to The Backdoor to drop Sarah off at her vehicle.

Grace got out and gave Sarah a hug. She smiled at Grace and got into her car and drove away.  

Grace and Eric drove home. Eric reached over and squeezed Grace’s hand.

“I love you,” he said. She smiled and said.

“I know, I love you too.”

Route 18

“Hello, this is Detective Miller.” Sarah answered the phone.

“Hey, Sarah, It’s Detective Mark Thomas from Overland, I have a question for you about a report you took last fall concerning The Backdoor.”

Detective Thomas explained the discovery of a female body not to far from The Backdoor and had found Sarah’s incident report on Grace.

Sarah called Grace.

Grace awoke to her phone beeping, she reached over to the nightstand. It said one missed call from Sarah Miller.

“What the hell, does she want.” Grace said sitting up in bed.

“What dose who want?” Eric asked from the other room. Grace got up and joined Eric in the kitchen.

“Detective Sarah Miller.” Grace answered.

Grace sat at the kitchen table and dialed the phone.

“This is Detective Miller.”

“It’s Grace Summers, you called?’

“Thanks for calling back, they found a body of a young women, out on route 18, just outside of Overland.” Sarah said.

“This has to do with me how?” Grace asked.

“She had similar markings on her, that match your report form last fall.”

Grace just sat for a moment taking in what Sarah was saying. Another woman had gone to The Backdoor for a good time and now she is dead. Grace had tried not to remember that night, but pieces of it had begun to float back into her mind.

“You are the only one that has made a report about The Backdoor.” Sarah said.

“If you happen to remember anything else about that night it could help. Grace, she was only 23.” Sarah said.

“I will think about it.” Grace said and hung up the phone.

“What was that about?” Eric asked.

“A dead woman, was found out on route 18, I think I know who did it.” Grace answered.

Since coming back to Eric’s apartment after that forgotten night at The Backdoor, Grace and Eric had been playing house with each other like an old married couple. Grace felt comfortable and safe with Eric and Eric enjoyed having Grace around to look after.

Grace and Eric decided to take a road trip out to route 18, to see if It would jog Grace’s memory. They drove north out of town, past Barney’s Bar & Grill, past The Northward Inn and into downtown Overland. It had been a while but it all looked the same, a quiet little town, of ordinary looking people going about their daily lives.

They drove out towards route 18 and the truck stop. Then there it was the large warehouse looking building, surrounded by a small dirt parking lot that stretched out into a field of forgotten wheat. With just a simple small wooden sign over the door, The Backdoor it read. The parking lot was empty and it looked run down. They pulled into the parking lot and Grace pulled out a map of the area. She was looking for where she had woken up after that forgotten night at The Backdoor.

“This may be something.” She said to Eric as they looked at a road that turned off of route 18 about a mile down.

“Let’s go check it out.” Eric started the car and they drove further down route 18.

They turned off on to a dirt road that twisted and turned into the woods, it was an overcast day but the dense trees made the road much darker that it needed to be. Eric flipped the switch for the headlights in Grace’s little Honda, as they continued along the dirt road. They came to a dead stop, a shiver ran up Grace’s back, making her shutter. A large two story, log cabin looking house stood in front of them.

“That’s it. That is the house I woke up in.” Grace said. Eric took note of the house number and the name of the road they had turned on.

“We need to go talk to Sarah.” Grace said. Eric agreed and they headed back out of Overland.

Grace and Eric sat in the police station waiting to speak with Detective Sarah Miller.

“You can come back now.” An Officer escorted Grace and Eric into an interview room.

“So what do we have?” Sarah asked.

“We drove out to The Backdoor and we found the house off of Route 18.” Grace answered.

“The house you woke up in, but didn’t know where you were?”

“Yep that one, it has an address, 870 West Ridge Rd. off of Route 18.” Eric said.

“Can we see the report on the dead woman?” Eric asked.

“Only because you are also a Detective and Grace was the only one to come forward.” She handed the file to Eric.

Grace and Eric read over the report. Woman found naked, bruises on wrists and ankles. Scratches and bruising on inner thighs. Bruising around eyes and mouth, skin under fingernails. Identified as Anna Miller age 23. Eric looked at Sarah.

“Relation?” He asked her.

“She’s my niece.” Sarah said.

“I will run the address and see if we can find and owner. I will let you know what I find.” Sarah showed them back out to the front entrance.

When Grace and Eric returned to Eric’s apartment, Grace wrapped her arms around Eric and kissed him deeply.

“Thanks for helping me find the house.” Grace said.

She lead Eric into the bedroom and pushed him down onto the bed, she unclipped her hair letting her red hair fall over her shoulders as she slowly started to take off her clothes, first sliding off her shoes. She swayed back and forth while undoing her jeans, sliding them down to her ankles and stepping out of them.

Eric just laid back on the bed and enjoyed, Grace pulled her shirt off over her head and then undid her bra and slipped off her panties. She then moved to the bed and helped Eric take off his pants and shirt. She moved up and pulled down Eric’s boxers and discarded them to the floor. Grace lowered herself over Eric’s erect cock and slid it into her mouth, sucking and rubbing her hand along his shaft. Eric let out a moan of pleasure and leaned back on the bed, he ran his hands through Grace’s hair. She sucked harder and let his cock slide in and out of her mouth.

Grace stopped and move over on top of Eric, straddling his hips and sliding his hard cock into her wet pussy. Grace let out a moan, and Eric reached up and caressed her breasts, pinching her nipples, making them hard. Grace moaned and leaned back, pushing against Eric letting his cock slide deeper into her. She moved back and forth, thrusting faster and deeper, fucking Eric, till they came together.

The next morning Grace awoke to the smell of coffee brewing and the sound of bacon frying. Grace got up pulled on her robe and went into the kitchen.

“Morning.” Eric said as he gave her a kiss and put a plate of scrambled eggs, toast and bacon down in front of her.

Grace started eating as he poured her coffee.

“So what’s up?” Grace asked in between bites.

“Sarah called this morning. She found a name.” Eric said.

Grace stopped eating and looked up at Eric.

“It’s Sean isn’t it?” She asked, Eric just nodded.

“Finish eating and then we will figure out what you want to do next.”

Grace entered The Backdoor wearing her tight jeans, low cut black top and ankle boots. She headed over to the bar and ordered a shot of Jack, she downed the shot and hit the pool tables. A good looking guy in jeans and a t-shirt was shooting a game. Grace picked up a cue stick and make eye contact with the guy.

“Care for a game, best out of 5?” Grace asked.

“Sure.” He said and racked the balls for a new game.

Grace took her time shooting this game of pool, watching the room and taking note of the older grey haired guy sitting towards the back of the room.

A woman in her mid 30’s with shoulder length dark hair entered The Backdoor, she was dressed in dark jeans and a tight t-shirt that helped accent her nice chest. She took a seat at the bar ordered a beer and a BLT. While she ate her sandwich and drank her beer, she watched the crowd of people, some dancing, others eating and a few playing pool.

“Would you like another or something stronger?” A male voice said beside her. She cleared her throat.

“I wouldn’t say no to a shot of Jack.” The woman answered. She gave him a smile and he ordered her a shot and took the seat next to her at the bar.

“I am Sarah.” She said and put out her hand.

“Sean.” He answered shaking her hand.

They chatted about how warm it was getting so early into spring and other mundane daily small talk.

“One for the road?” Sean asked.

“Sure.” Sarah said. Grace had finished her game of pool and was now standing behind Sean looking at Sarah. Sean ordered two more shots of Jack and turned away from

Sarah before handing her the drink. Grace just watched as he slipped a small pill into the drink, it dissolved instantly. He turned back towards Sarah and handed her the shot.

“Cheers.” Sean said.

“I don’t think so.” Grace said from behind Sean. He turned around to face her.

“We can take this outside.” She said, Sean agreed and walked out with Grace and Sarah into the parking lot.

“Let’s go to your place, Sean.” Grace said.

They walked over to Grace’s Honda, Sean and Sarah got in the back. Eric was behind the wheel Grace got in and they headed down Route 18, and turned on to West Ridge Rd. The car was dead silent, then Grace spoke.

“I want to see where you took me and what you did to me.” She said looking at Sean. He just sat there knowing he was outnumbered. They pulled up in front of the house and they all got out.

“Let’s go.” Eric said taking Sean by the elbow and leading him to the front door. Sean took out his keys and unlocked the door.

“Show me.” Grace said. He lead them through the kitchen to a door that had a padlock on it. Sean unlocked it, opened the door, flipped the light switch and they headed downstairs to the basement.

The cinder block walls were cold and damp. There was a faint smell of burnt candles, vanilla Grace thought to herself. There was a queen size bed against the far wall, it had a wooden foot and headboard. There were strands of red stained rope hanging off the four corner posts of the bed. The sheets on the bed were smeared with streaks of blood. Grace took a wooden kitchen chair from the side of the bed and moved, next to the foot of the bed.

“Sit.” She told Sean. He took a seat on the chair, Grace then handcuffed his arms behind him and tied his ankles to the legs of the chair. Sarah and Eric just watched, allowing her to get her answers.

“Why?” Grace asked.

“Why, not it was easy.” Sean said. Grace moved towards Sean and straddled his lap, she leaned into him and whispered.

“Like it’s easy for me to make you hard.” She rubbed her hand along his croch and he tried to move away. She could feel his cock starting to get hard.

“What exactly did you do to me?” She asked he looked at her and smiled.

“Nothing you didn’t want or enjoy.” He answered Grace moved off of him.

“You know what, I think we are done here.” Grace said.

She walked over to Eric, kissed him and he handed her his gun. Grace turned to look at Sarah, she nodded.

Grace raised the gun and shot Sean in the head, his body when limp. Eric uncuffed and untied him. He fell to the floor.

Eric, Grace and Sarah went upstairs and put the padlock back on the basement door. When out to Grace’s Honda and drove back to The Backdoor to drop Sarah off at her vehicle. Grace got out and gave Sarah a hug. She smiled at Grace and got into her car and drove away. Grace and Eric drove home. Eric reached over and squeezed Grace’s hand.

“I love you.” He said. She smiled and said.

“I know, I love you too.”