Penny s Promiscuity 4 Reality Remorse
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This is a crime thriller with some romantic sex, and a smidgeon of violent non consensual sex and interesting by-play between various characters whom I hope you’ll enjoy.
Ten chapters long it follows the story of a group of people involved in an investigation into the serial attacks on homeless women.
Definition of a Sociopath – someone unconcerned about the adverse consequences for others of one’s actions and with a total lack of moral compass.
*
Laying in bed and staring up at the ceiling Jake listened to the gentle breathing of his wife. The sounds of the night could be heard outside the glass of his bedroom window, a train trundling past, the sounds of late night drinkers making their way back from the pub and the sound of the odd car driving down the road.
His mind could not rest, the jumble of facts and information about the six rapes running through his head. All women taken to isolated and derelict buildings or waste grounds. Each women describing the rapist as a homeless man who had befriended them within the day or two before the rape, the descriptions of the rapist sparse, but each time he was wearing different clothes. Each rape violent, the man hitting and kicking the victim both before and after the rape, filthy names hurled at them during the assault and spat at after.
Every victim was young and homeless themselves. Vulnerable, hungry, cold and desperate the girls had trusted the man quickly, grabbing onto the slightest show of friendship, and paying for their trust with violent assaults on them by this perpetrator who preyed on the frail and weak.
Turning to his side he scooped up the sleeping woman next to him, holding her close, breathing in the smell of her, sweet and sexy mixed with the smell of baby talc and milk. Burying his nose deep into her silky hair he relaxed his body and tried to drift into much needed sleep.
Content in the love for his wife and child.
*
The man lay in bed next to the drunken girl he had picked up at the pub that night. Short and slightly dumpy, she had been easy to get stoned, happy to come back to his place and eager to let him screw her. She lay there her slightly saggy plump breasts flattened out as she lay on her back, dull brown short hair sticking out against the dark blue of the pillow behind her head, mascara slightly smudged.
Getting up on his knees he told her to turn over and position herself on her knees doggy style and entered her from behind without any foreplay, grabbing hold of her short spiky hair and grunting he pumped away into the body of the drunk woman, uncaring whether she was comfortable or not.
For him it was just sexual relief.
No feelings, no emotion, no attachment.
Cheaper than a hooker, just a bottle of wine at the pub, a quick fuck, and then kick her out into the dark night to find her own drunken way home.
Not as much fun as raping those girls, but at least he got to screw some cow.
*
Kelly sat in her flat, alone.
She thought about the smile of the man in the Architects office this morning. He had shown in that smile and his deep brown eyes an interest in her, and she was very interested in him.
He was her type of man, just shy of six feet tall, his body looked buff under the white shirt, and the rolled up sleeves had revealed sexy forearms sprinkled with dark hair the colour had matched his well styled hair on his head.
Walking over to her bed she lay down. When they did the interviews at the firm she was hoping to get him as one of hers. She felt that with a little flirting she might just get a date with the man. And who knows maybe he might be the one, with her biological clock ticking she was assessing every man as a possible option now, and he looked like a very nice package indeed.
*
The woman that called herself Janice huddled in the dark shadows of the arches with her friends, all of them homeless. Her body ached, her arm encased in the plaster cast was making getting comfortable on the hard cardboard pallet more difficult, and the cold was biting at her nose and ears.
How she hated how her life had spiralled out of control over the past four months. She missed her old life, and missed her old digs with the pretty old fashioned flower duvet on the bed and the hot water electric shower in the tiny bathroom.
On the streets she always felt dirty and cold.
She had been scared before but now she had an extra layer of terror. The memory of the rape eating into her already fragile soul, she snuggled deeper against her friend and let the tears run down her face, running down the hollow cheeks and into her hair as she cursed the bad luck that had dogged her life so recently.
*
David Noble walked up to the woman in his kitchen as she poured him a glass of red wine, bending over he lifted the curtain of hair away from the back of her neck and kissed the nape of her neck.
‘We did stay at home on Tuesday didn’t we?’ he asked her, ‘only the Police may come around and ask you if we were or not.’
Smiling up at her husband of two years she nodded, ‘Yes we were at home, except for the half hour or so you went out to buy some more wine.’
‘Nah, that was the day before.’
Frowning she said, ‘Was it? I thought it was Tuesday?’
Leaning forward he kissed the end of her nose, ‘Nope Monday. We spent the night at home together Tuesday. Just remember to get the days right when they ask you.’
‘Oh, ok.’ and he slung his arm around her shoulders and walked with her out of the kitchen.
*
The morning saw the team in the incident room, a buzz in the air. Kelly and Jake sat hot mugs of coffee in their hands waiting for the entrance of the Chief Inspector. After about five minutes he walked in, the look on his face like thunder, and in his hand a sheet of paper. Going to the front of the room he turned, gave Kelly a long stare making her squirm in her seat and said, ‘The one thing I hate to be is a laughing stock for some Northern squad leader who thinks we in London are playing at being a bunch of wankers.’
Jake’s brows came together in a frown as he listened to the angry voice.
His boss continued, ‘It appears that the forensics team ran the blood, semen and saliva samples through the database and although our rapists DNA didn’t throw up a match, the sample from the victim did.’ Taking a long pause for effect he told the team, ‘Seems the victim is wanted by Norfolk CID as a witness to the murder of two undercover policemen by the local drug baron up in Great Yarmouth. She disappeared four months ago, at first thought killed on the say so of the bastard from inside prison where he is sitting on remand waiting for trial. A trial that she is the main witness…… A trial that is due to start next month.’ and focusing on Kelly his voice lowering to almost a deathly quiet growl, ‘and we fucking let her disappear again. Out of the bloody hospital, without an official statement on our own fucking multi rape investigation…. Without a bye you leave….back into the fucking thin air.’
Kelly looked down into her lap, the blood in her face draining out.
‘We need to find the stupid cow. A detective from the Norfolk squad is on his way down, Jake and Kelly go complete the interviews booked at the Architectural office this morning, don’t take too long, then get out with the rest of the team and find that friggin’ homeless girl and get her in here before my blood pressure goes into overload.’
People rose from where they sat, a murmur running through the room. Jake smiled at Kelly, ‘Don’t take it personal, there’s nothing you could have done to keep her in the hospital.’
‘I just feel so stupid.’
‘Kelly you’re not stupid and you didn’t know she was going to do a runner. It’s not your fault.’
They walked out the office and made their way back to Battersea and the offices of Secours and Nob
le Designs. Sitting in two small rooms with copies of the list of names the two detectives interviewed the men that worked for the firm, taking down where they were on the six dates of the rapes including Tuesday night and any witnesses to their whereabouts.
When Mike walked in and sat down Kelly smiled across at him leaning forward, her breasts thrust out, one of her eyebrows raised in interest. Looking him in the eye she asked him in a husky voice, ‘So where were you on Tuesday night?’
‘At home alone. Feet up in front of the TV.’
‘Anyone can verify that?’
Smiling back at her, a twinkle in his eye, ‘No…..I’m a lonely boy, no one I’m afraid.’
‘No wife, girlfriend or significant other?’
‘Nope.’
‘That’s too bad, and difficult to believe, a good looking man like you, what about these other dates?’
‘Not sure without looking them up in my diary.’ Biting his lip he leaned back, ‘How about you and I meeting up tonight for a drink and I’ll bring my diary and we can go over the dates in the past and make some dates for us in the future.’
Kelly smiled, she really fancied this man and although strictly it was against policy she didn’t want to let the chance to go out with him for a drink go by. She didn’t buy the theory that it was not a homeless person doing the rapes so she said, ‘Tonight sounds good. Meet me at the Slug and Lettuce at the end of York Road at nine and bring your diary with you.’
Getting up he grinned, ‘I hope I’m a suspect. Sounds intriguing and I would love to be searched for concealed weapons by you. By the way you never said what the crime is we’re all needing to give alibis for.’
‘Rape.’
Laughing now he said, ‘Rape?….Do I look like the kind of man who needs to rape someone?’ and he walked out the door throwing over his shoulder, ‘See you tonight.’
‘Looking forward to it.’
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There was a crowd to meet them as they stepped into the arrivals’ lounge at Melbourne airport. Tearfully, Jennifer’s Mum raced to hug her and welcome her home. The three months they had been away had seemed such a long time. Eric and Andrew were just as happy to see them. Eric hugged his daughter, while Andrew was his normal teasing self. ‘Why didn’t you bring Jennifer home with you Peter? Who’s this new woman? Look, she’s laughing and she’s so happy. That isn’t my sister, Jennifer. Did you...
A hammering on the shutters brought Peter back to reality. ‘Is the car loaded?’ Bob was bright and cheery and Ted waved from his car. ‘My God, you look as though you’ve not been to bed at all. Hook up the trailer and let’s get going. We have a busy day ahead.’ It was Sunday. The night had flown. Peter had been so busy thinking of Jennifer and what he would say, when next they met – if they met – so busy checking the car he had not noticed the sunlight streaming into the workshop. The...
This is a crime thriller with some romantic sex, and a smidgeon of violent non consensual sex and interesting by-play between various characters whom I hope you’ll enjoy. Definition of a Sociopath — someone unconcerned about the adverse consequences for others of one’s actions and with a total lack of moral compass. * Archie the contract killer wandered around the Embankment area of London where the two detectives had led him to yesterday. He looked at every girl as he passed them,...
Early the next morning Bob was on the phone. ‘My word, you and the Ice Maiden are a striking couple. Both papers too. You must have wowed them. Now, have you won your bet? How did you get on? Is she really an Ice Maiden or did I get it wrong?’ Peter was non-committal but Bob didn’t notice as he breathlessly continued to ramble on with one of his stories about yet another imaginary conquest. ‘That was some weekend. Boy, that Karen has stamina. I’m a physical wreck.’ ‘I’m sorry, Bob, I can’t...
Relentless weeks of rehearsals followed and Peter slid into an easy routine of collecting Jennifer at her apartment, attending rehearsals and taking her back to his apartment for dinner and music. Working, learning lines and memorizing stage movements were delightful tasks and always they had something to discuss. Even so, Peter did not attempt to hold her or kiss her. He was terrified of risking the friendship he believed they both enjoyed. At last, the time came for the villain to sweep the...
Without love. Part one First time With her knees clasped together, a finger touching her hard little nub through the fabric of her night dress while her hips gently rocked, Michelle discovered the satisfaction of masturbation, enjoyed the warmth of the glow it gave her after just a short while and the sleep it induced when she stopped. The sheets dampened and a light perfume of her sex. It had been an accidental discovery, bathing her body, making sure her sex was clean. A...
Natalie and I sat on the bus quietly. She snuggled up against me and slipped a hand discreetly into my pants pocket and squeezed my cock. We drew a few curious stares but we didn't really care. We were in our own private world that was beyond anyone's shallow judgements. I think she was absorbing the story of my encounter in the men's room with Chris. I quietly wondered if I would ever see her again. On our walk home we held hands for most of the way, keeping close so that no one could observe...
I was in the club when I saw you for the first time Kim. I will never forget. I looked around the room at to see who was there; those parked along the bar, at the tables in the dark corners, then to the dance floor. There you were, an exotic blonde beauty, dancing and moving erotically to the beat. Erotically? No, more sensual. No, it was primal, the way you moved, like you had a need that had to be filled, but it was obvious the man you danced with was not up to the task. Just watching you...
I was in the club when I saw you for the first time Kim. I will never forget. I looked around the room at to see who was there; those parked along the bar, at the tables in the dark corners, then to the dance floor. There you were, an exotic blonde beauty, dancing and moving erotically to the beat. Erotically? No, more sensual. No, it was primal, the way you moved, like you had a need that had to be filled, but it was obvious the man you danced with was not up to the task. Just watching you...