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I'm sitting by the fire wearing my pyjamas and reading the morning paper while mum's pottering around the kitchen. I'm reading an article about a thirty seven year old guy who has just been gaoled for eight years for having illegal sex with a thirteen year old girl.

He's gone inside, lost his career, and had to sign on the sex offenders register. She's described as "unable to be named for legal reasons". Seems he's been doing it with her for around two years and she never said a peep about it till Mummy came home unexpectedly and found the two of them in bed together. Doesn't sound to me like the girl was too unhappy about the way things were going up till then!

I'm sniggering at the thought of how it is so many parents think their kids are innocent and virginal little angels when mum pops her head around the kitchen door.

"You still in your pyjamas Ella? Better get changed and ready for school."

I pick up my bowl which contains a drain of milk and a couple of soggy Rice Crispies, my crumb covered plate where my toast once rested, and my empty orange juice glass; then carry them through for mum to wash.

Every time I look at mum I wonder how come she can be my mother. Apart from the fact we've both got red hair you'd never think I was her kid. I'm still a few months shy of twelve and I'm as tall as mum now but as slim as the proverbial reed.

Mum by contrast is STACKED! She's got the biggest tits I've ever seen on a small woman! I keep copping peeks at her boobs at every opportunity. If I can catch her in the bathroom or her bedroom scantily clad or better yet topless or starkers I gaze in awe. No trace of droop or sag like the mums of some of my school mates, firm as a rock, crowned with big; hard; rubbery nipples. One of my schoolmates asked me once if mum had implants but mum is all natural. Looking at her gets me sort of stirred up down below, between my thighs.

"What were you laughing about Ella?"

"Just the cartoon strips mum."

"Well laugh your way upstairs and get dressed for school young lady."

Waste of time arguing with mum so I hare off up the stairs to my room. Once inside I peel off my PJ's and stand in front of my mirror. I'm definitely starting to grow boobs, not in mum's league but they're there alright. Small, just a palm full, and my nipples are small and pink not dark brown like mums. Some of my classmates are still as flat as a boy.

Next a critical check on my triangle. Not a sign of hair sprouting on my tight and crinkly little crack. Good! I can't stand the thought of a tangle of itchy curls down below.

If and when they start sprouting I'll get myself a razor like mum keeps hidden and shave things smooth again. Thinking like this has brought my fingers down and inside the tight lips between my thighs and I'm sliding them gently back and forth with a dreamy look on my face. I wonder do parents really want to know how grown up their kids are, do they deliberately wall things off?

I must have only been eight or nine when I first discovered, in bed late one night, how good it felt to rub my crease. I wasn't getting off but I seemed to be doing it for hours and I loved it!

The big change came when mum had to dash out in her car to pick up dad who'd broken down just outside town and she got Chrissie Martin, our next door neighbour's daughter, to baby sit me till they got home. Chrissie was thirteen, three to four years older than me, and to be honest not too bright but "A good kid at heart" as dad said.

Up in my room, lying on my bed, Chrissie was bored because I wasn't interested in the things she was interested in so she played her trump card.

"I know something that'll make you feel SO good!"

I was bored stiff by her but I played along.

"What's that Chrissie?"

She reached down and lifted my short little skirt. Next moment two fingers were rubbing the crotch of my panties. Oh yes it did make me feel good, not the first time but the first time somebody else had done it to me. It felt different and better than when I did it myself so innocent Ella asked Chrissie a question.

"Should I take my panties off Chrissie?"

She seemed surprised but happy about it and hooked her fingers into the waistband of my little girl panties and pulled them down. I leaned back a little spreading my skinny thighs and braced my palms and elbows on the mattress. Chrissie got back to work! Her fingers flashed back and forth over my tight lips which were now damp and slippery. This felt GREAT!

"OOOHHH! OOOHHH! MMMNNNN!"

Then it happened and her fingers were squelching as I was shaking all over when I had my first ever cum. My crotch was seeping with creamy white juice and Chrissie was breathing almost as hard as I was.

"Do me now."

I was happy to oblige but when Chrissie pulled off her panties she was SO hairy! Couldn't leave her flushed and panting though so I got my fingers through her undergrowth and gave her the best rubbing I could.

I know I did a good job because she went flat on the bed in no time and bounced up and down on my springy mattress before she had a huge cum. I spotted a puddle of cream on her crotch, and my bedspread, that I had to clean up before mum found it.

After that I had to find out what this was all about. Computers are cool! Parents can be bright but thick at the same time, that's my dad.

Our computer has its child filters set to stop me accessing anything naughty when I log on with my password so I just used dads! Dad had his password taped to the underside of the keyboard just in case he forgot it one day. Ella had spotted it ages ago so now Ella can learn what she wants.

My crack, so the web tells me, is my VAGINA. The lips are my outer LABIA. That little nubbin at the top that barely peeks out of a pink sheath is my CLITORIS, and what Chrissie gave me was my first ORGASM.

I got a little confused on female ejaculation via the urethra rather than the vagina but it all sounded fun. Then I went from the technical stuff and found the naughty places.

PUSSY or CUNT is what they call a vagina, along with loads of other names. My orgasm was a CUM and doing it with a girl meant I was a LESBIAN, a DYKE, I was QUEER! Cool! Fine by me! I just wanted lots more of it.

About then I come back to the present. I've got two fingers buried in my PUSSY, I like that word, girls at school and boys in the street call each other a cunt when they're rowing with each other. I'm just on the verge of a small cum when a voice hollers up the stairs. Mum, Mrs Arlene Howard, is getting impatient.

"Are you coming Ella?"

Nope not coming, cumming!

As my cream rolls down my thighs I manage to gulp out a reply.

"Be down in a minute mum!"

I grab an already soiled hanky off my bedside cabinet and thoroughly swab my crack clean. I don't want to put clean panties on over sticky labia. I'll rinse it out in the bathroom before I put it in the laundry basket, don't want mum smelling stale cum cream and start her thinking. I wad it up and hide it in the dresser drawer. Dress quickly Ella before mum comes after me!

Calve length white stockings on, bra next. One battle I won with mum anyway! I told her I was getting embarrassed by people looking at my nipples as they poked through my blouses or tee shirts.

She wouldn't let me have anything sexy but I got some sort of pull on models. Stretch material that holds my budding breasts and feels good on my nipples when they get hard. I tug it on then look at the panties mum's laid out on the bed. Plain, white, cotton! No chance! I dump them back in the drawer and sneak out a pair that belongs to big Sis Alice who is away at university.

Alice has more clothes than any sane person could ever want and these were dumped in her "too good to throw away but I'll never wear them section". Dark blue like my bra but patterned with club and spade symbols in black, silky and satiny. They feel sexy when I pull them on. White blouse next then school skirt and blazer.

They're a horrible shade of brown and the blazer has yellow piping on the lapels. First year kids wear these but next year it's black and dark blue. Dad says it's a fiddle to get him to spend more. Mum argues that I'll have grown out of them by next year anyway.

After knotting on the awful brown and yellow tie I lace up my sensible black shoes and gallop downstairs to meet mum in the hall, scooping up my holdall from the floor. Homework was polished off last night with ease. I know I'm very bright, not being big headed, my form mistress; Miss Conrad; sent mum and dad a letter.

They don't give them to the girl in case she chucks it away to avoid trouble for a while. They post them, but the envelope is handily stamped "St Hilda's School for Girls". I saw it arrive and burgled my parent's bedroom to find out what she'd written.

It read thus. At least the important part about me!

"Ella is so sharp she's coasting through her lessons without really showing just what she's capable of. We must persuade her to bring out all she can achieve."

All this in my first year at St H's. Mum and dad were delighted and annoyed at the same time, especially as I'm only in form 3B. Why not 3A if I'm so sharp? Well that's why St Hilda's has a new head master to replace the now paid off head mistress.

Rumour had it that Ms Hopkins got a bit too fond of Vodka and the best girls school in the city started to slip. Ms Hopkins friends and acquaintances kids got preference and brains didn't get their reward. Old snake eyes Edwards, the new head, is putting things right slowly but the changes are still taking place.

Keshia Grant, one of my fellow school quiz league team, has just been moved to 4B from 4C to join Paula Wilkins another quiz leaguer who is at least as clever as they say I am. Josie Wilson who everyone thinks is a wee bit weird has been placed in 4X remedial class to catch up and other upheavals are in progress.

Dad says I should be grateful to be in such a fine school since you need a letter from the Holy Ghost to get in. My exam results did it which is lucky as we're not well in with God.

Mum's got the engine running and as I slip into the car's front seat I first cop a peek down her half open blouse and see she's wearing that emerald satin bra which means she'll have the matching panties on. She's got a real short skirt on so another sneak peek shows her green satin crotch and I'm glad I had that fast cum because I'm getting warmed up again.

I wonder if other girls think like this about mum, maybe time for another unrestricted web search! Old argument again with mum.

"Mum you don't have to run me to school; I can walk or get the bus."

"Ella there's no way you're going on your own, you're only eleven and there's some weird people out there."

End of discussion!

Thanks to mum's chauffeuring I'm there early as usual so once I've hooked up with my best friends we go into morning assembly in the main hall. First in so we get front row on the seats. On the raised stage Mr Edwards stands while seated to one side of him is Ms Simpson the school secretary, the preteen grapevine claims Ms Simpson is, whisper it, a DYKE!

She looks kinda mannish so we girls have designed a game since we started our first term here. It's "turn Ms Simpson on". Told you parents think we are way more innocent than we are!

It's my turn today. I've rolled up my skirt waistband so that it's really short and shows my slender thighs, it's also why I put on big Sis's sexy briefs.

Mr Edwards seems blissfully ignorant of what I'm showing, maybe he's gay? I ease the hem up a little more so a tight, blue, triangle of nylon is on show. I score ten points in our league table as Ms S is copping a stare and going a little red faced. She's shifting uneasily on her chair. Marie Taylor, next to me, is stifling a giggle with her hanky.

Boring, boring, announcements and class changes are droned out. Our gym mistress Ms Donna Magee is back after a long spell off with an injury which means we loose our stand- in gym mistress, the gorgeous Ms Heather Kane, on whom just about every girl in the school has a massive crush though she doesn't seem to pick up on them. Stunning and a cool teacher too!

As assembly breaks up and we head for our first class, my special friend, Erica Hume, sidles up along side me and whispers to me what I'd hoped she'd be telling me. Her mum and dad are divorced so mum works long hours to keep the home nice, as since dad did a runner he's never paid mum a thing.

"Mum's working late tonight so do you want to come home with me after school?"

Do I? Oh my Lord yes! An empty house and just me and Erica! Later on, during lunch, I'll use my mobile and ring mum.

"After school activity mum, book club discussion, I'll be home just a little late; I'll get the ordinary bus not the school bus."

Mum can't argue too much since she'll be at work by now and can't pick me up after school any more than dad can so all looks good. Since I feel so fine I really hurl myself into my school work. I'm top notch on English, History, Geography; pretty decent on Physics and Chemistry. Biology and Botany are interesting while Maths bores me but I muddle through.

Computers are, appropriately, child's play. Foreign languages are new to me since I came here but it seems I'm gifted at that as well. Today I give everything my best shot and various masters and mistresses show approval of my work.

In physics Marietta Brown gives Mr Daniels as good a flash of her round little rump as I gave Ms Simpson of my pubic zone, purely accidental of course, and Mr D shows a sudden bulge. Told you kids today aren't like kids were a while ago or maybe they are!

When final bell rings I've finished my class work and knocked a hole in tonight's homework. I stuff my books into my holdall and set off with Erica for her home. On our way, a good distance off from our school, Erica holds my hand. Passers by do an AHHH! For two neat as a pin schoolgirls walking hand in hand.

When we reach Erica's house she unlocks the door and steps inside to turn off the alarm which is beeping down. Closing the door softly behind me and dropping my bag I put my hand up under her skirt and stroke the centre of her panties with four fingers.

Erica turns to me with a moan and then leans back against the wall, enjoying my probing fingers. She's damp down there already and so am I! Something about the silence of the house and the faint gasps from Erica harden my small, pink, nipples and I don't want to wait any longer.

"Let's go up to your room Erica, fast!"

The two of us scamper up the stairs like lightning and into Erica's bedroom. Nice room carpeted in thick, green, carpet. Four foot wide divan bed, chest of drawers, wardrobe; computer; computer desk and chair. On a unit across the room a portable T.V. and a stereo. Pop posters tacked to the walls.

I calmly start to undress as Erica bounces onto her bed and watches me avidly while licking her dry lips. I'm careful with my clothes since if Erica's mum comes home unexpectedly I want to be dressed before she gets up here.

I unknot my tie then unlace my shoes. Hanging my blazer on the chair I unbutton my blouse and hang it over my blazer, unzipping my skirt I fold it neatly on the seat. As I hook my thumbs under the bra I speak to an excited Erica.

"We can't do anything unless you undress Erica!"

Then my bra's off and I drop my panties but my stockings stay on. All the quicker to get dressed in a hurry. Dragging on stockings can really slow you down!

At my words she resembles a whirlwind and clothes fly everywhere. If mum comes home suddenly I'll look respectable but daughter will be buck naked!

A nude Erica is waiting on the bed. She's plump with much bigger boobs than mine but her nipples are brown and small. Her bum's big and round and her thighs are wide, her VULVA, another word from the internet; is starting to show a thicket of black hair. I'll have to talk to her about shaving it. But later, later!

How did the two of us get together like this?

The first time I shared a cubicle with her at swimming lessons we looked at each others naked bodies for just a moment and a silent message fizzed between us. Then I reached out and touched her tits, before our teacher got round to banging on our door we were touching where it did the most good and by her second bang and shout for us to get dressed and back to class we'd given each other our first, quick; cum.

I slither onto the bed and push Erica back so she's nestled among the pillows, as I take one hard nipple into my mouth I curl my fingers and knead her wet outer labia. Watching those free porn websites gave me loads of good ideas! All I had to do was wipe the history after I'd looked at them and dad hadn't a clue.

My technique is working well on Erica as she's groaning out loud. I'll be making noises soon myself since I'm sopping between my thighs, and my nipples, already throbbing; are swelling and getting bigger.

Time to really give Erica her fun so I drop my lips to her soggy slit and lick her lips slowly with my whole tongue. She's moaning out loud as I stab my now stiffened tongue deep inside her. Her inner labia, pink and sopping wet, spasm at my touch and she goes crazy.

I don't even get the chance to try her clit which is bigger than mine and stands erect. She cums in one huge heave of her hips then lies shaking like a leaf.

No complaints from me 'cos I'm ready to shoot my load if she doesn't do me quickly. I scramble forward and straddle her head, lowering myself onto her mouth and urging her to get busy.

She pokes her tongue right into me and for just a second I think of those online lesbians who do it for ages, I can't because I've cum right away! My pussy juice has drooled all over Erica's face so I roll over and lie next to her till we've both got our breath back.

Fuck! Forbidden word but dad and mum aren't here, so fuck, that was super. More! Glancing at Erica I see she's got a hungry look on her face while she's lightly touching her dewy crease. I wriggle across to her like a worm as she grins at me while tucking her feet up against that nice round bum and spreading her thighs wide and invitingly.

I drop my head towards her pussy and scent her excitement, literally, she smells strong and I can't wait to taste her again. She tastes so much better than Chrissie did! One hand on the inside of her thighs I push them even further apart.

This time I'll go for her clit! It's slippery but I get a lock on it. With my free hand I pinch the sheath that hides her nubbin and it springs out. I'm still jealous that my own love bead is smaller than Chrissie's or Erica's but it feels wonderful when a tongue touches it however small it is.

Erica's clit is bigger; it looks like a tiny boy's cock which my tongue tip slides up and down as Erica makes wild noises while she thrusts her groin up at my mouth.

"EEEwww! OOOHHH! MMMNNN!"

Again it shows kids like us can't wait and Erica lets loose with another wild cum. When she stops rolling back and forth and let's go of my head I raise it to feel, sticky, white threads, of her juice; stretching away from her puffy looking labia to my face.

I hope she gets herself together quickly because if she doesn't do me again soon I'll lie here and make myself cum with my own fingers. Luckily Erica wants to give her best friend what her best friend wants and needs fast.

Sitting up I brace my arms behind me to prop myself erect and a sweating Erica puts her hand between my widespread thighs, three fingers slip inside me and pump in and out.

My clit may be small but it's standing up and swollen so her fingers flicks it with each stoke. I feel like my whole crevice is on fire and the first cum was just a minor event, when this one fires off, cream spurts between Erica's fingers. My belly's trembling and I'm sort of GRRRing as the big finish sends me sprawling flat.

I'd carry on doing it all night, I think, but Erica's starting to worry that her mum will come home and find her daughter still fucking her best friend so she's urging me to get ready to go home.

This entails both of us visiting the bathroom to scrub away healthy dollops of fast drying cum juices, anyway there's no way I'd put those dainty panties on to have them all gluey with cum.

Even downstairs, in the hall, I don't want to leave Erica and keep lunging for her crotch but she practically throws me out after promising that she'll come visit me on Friday evening if her mum will let her and my mum and dad are out that night.

At the bottom of Ashton Road where Erica lives there's a bus stop, and just as I arrive there, walking a little awkwardly due to my tender pussy; a number 15 pulls up and I hop on waving my school bus pass to the driver.

As I sit down I glance around at the other passengers, about fifty/fifty male and female, then secretly wonder how many of them did what I've just done when they were my age and how many are still doing it. That big busty blonde chewing gum? Would she like it if I put my hand up her skirt and fingered her? By the time I get home I'm getting worked up again despite my session with Erica.

I unlock the door and repeat Erica's act by punching in the code to disable the alarm before heading upstairs to get changed. Into plain cotton panties, a tee shirt, and shorts.

I find that despite my care a small cum stain decorates the gusset of big Sis's panties so I scrub it with a nailbrush and a little soap and hang them in my wardrobe to dry. Now for that research I said I'd do.

At Christmas mum and dad bought me a laptop to stop any argument about how long I spent on our desktop P.C. When I get chatting on Messenger or Skype I can loose all track of time.

Dad has set the parental controls on the laptop same as he did on the desktop but he's used his own password again so I use it to disable the controls and go Googling for "Lesbian incest".

The number of hits is amazing and I read articles and visit forums to learn that it's far more common than I'd have thought. Mothers and daughters, sisters, and aunts and nieces; all have tried it and in many cases loved it.

I'm pondering now if my peeping at mum makes me even naughtier than I've been today. Would I? Don't know! But my friends think mum looks "Hot" when she's dressed to kill. Maybe I'm a real perv!

The phone ringing snaps me out of my sexy daydream. It's mum.

"I'll be at least another half hour Ella, the traffic's murder and I'm getting nowhere. Your dad's rung me and he's stuck out there on that project near the motorway and he'll be even later than me. Everything alright?"

"Cool mum I've been in for ages! I'm not hungry I'll wait till you get home."

I've swallowed enough cum cream to keep me going for a long while, good job I'm quite slim and I don't know how many calories there are in one of Erica's cums!

Mum arrives home even later than she expected followed closely by dad. By then I've finished my homework so when dad ruffles my hair and kisses my cheek we all head into the kitchen to help mum dish up tea. I'm honestly tired out after screwing with Erica and I head up to my room, telling mum and dad I'm off to finish my home work.

Stripped off and wearing one of Sister Alice's nighties, bit too big but sexier than PJ's and easier for me to play with myself. I log on to my laptop and go looking for Erica in cyberspace. She's showing as "Not online". Doesn't mean she isn't there so I send a short "Instant message". "Pick up if you're there sexy"! No reply so she maybe is out or with mum.

If she'd have been there we'd have swapped views about how good and hard our cums where today, as it is I settle for a read before sleeping. I'm half way through a fantasy novel about a real tough lady swordsperson and sorceress who seems a little dykish to me which is why she's my current fictional heroine.

Mum pops in on her way to bed to see if I'm alright as I've volunteered for an early night instead of being forced upstairs at gunpoint. She's wearing a short and semi-transparent nightie that reveals those super boobs of hers and after she's kissed me goodnight, like I'm five again, I put out the light. But she's done the job again and I'm feeling sexy.

It gets worse later when I can hear the bedsprings creaking from mum and dad's room even though it's the furthest away from my room. I knew about how babies are made long before I learnt about how good lips on your pussy felt and I know men and women do it for fun not just to make kids. If it's as good as or better than having your slit licked maybe I'll try it myself one day.

But as quiet as they try to keep it I know dad's doing mum and she's loving it! Low moans, grunts, and then a long double wail from them both and I guess they've done as well as I did with Erica.

Now however I need to have a little fun and after a few minutes with three fingers I'm mopping my gash with that same soggy handkerchief I've forgotten to rinse out tonight. A sniff at it tells me it stinks of my sex so I sneak along to the bathroom and wash it under the hot tap with a little shampoo that's handily there then into the laundry basket with it.

Now sleep calls 'cos I'm back at St Hilda's tomorrow.

No battle with mum over driving me to school. I'm still a bit tender down there though it feels GREAT when I try a quick stroke while I'm putting on my uniform. Plain cotton briefs today since it's the turn of another of the terrible tormenters group to give Ms Simpson her goodies.

Damn and blast! Mum's wearing trousers today but her blouse is even lower cut than yesterdays and she's wearing a mesh bra of black lace that shows her freckled boobs off nicely.

So I'm still acting pervy then! After mum drops me off I link up with Erica. Neither of us says a word about yesterday or passes a hint, even when none of the other girls are nearby, we just smirk at each other a lot!

Assembly again but this time Mr Edwards isn't holding it. The pear shaped Mrs Foster, deputy head, is holding forth. She's got glasses on as thick as a paperback book so she won't spot this morning's flasher.

Today it's the turn of Connie Dwyer and Connie goes for the maximum and mythical 50 point record. It's been agreed between our she wolf pack that anyone who we decide has broken the bank with Ms S gets a reward from our group. Connie wins by a mile when she flashes Ms Simpson and reveals she's wearing no briefs. They're tucked into her blazer pocket ready to slip into once assembly's over.

She's the winner by popular acclaim but maybe Connie's in for a surprise because this time Ms S isn't reddening she's narrowed her eyes on Connie and has a faint smile on her face. Looks like she'll want to see Connie soon, alone, probably in her office. I'm not sure if Connie gets her kicks like Erica and I do but she may soon find out if it turns her on and we'll soon know for certain whether Ms S is, indeed, as big a dyke as us young and pure kiddies suspect.

Since my good mood is just as good today I hammer through the mornings lessons and ace my English test in half the time it takes the rest of the class to make a serious effort. I'm sitting there daydreaming about Miss Conrad writing mum and dad a letter that reads something like.

"Ella is showing sheer genius at school and I'd like to recommend that you lock her and Erica into her bedroom till they've fucked each other into exhaustion."

Just then the lunch bell rings! The canteen menu doesn't inspire me but I settle for a ham salad and a banana to finish with. Don't know where Erica's got to unless she's dashed off home since she lives close enough to get there and back easily in the lunch break.

I'm ploughing on with my swordswoman heroine and I'm thinking more and more that she's a dyke since she's cuddling her fragile companion, Princess Aurora, after her royal highness has just been rescued from a demon by the butch heroine.

Someone sits down next to me and it's Marietta Brown. She's a friend of mine, not as good a friend as Erica, but if she was I'd be happy since Marietta is a doll! Tall as me but blessed with the rounded body of Erica along with my slender legs and shapely thighs.

She says nothing, just sits there gnawing her knuckle like a terrier with a chop bone. I raise one eyebrow and look at her over my specs. OOPPS! Never told you I wear specs did I?

The only time I don't wear them is for swimming period or when I'm doing Erica. I learned my lesson one day at games period when Erica and I sneaked off into the bushes 'cos we were both dying for a quick lick.

Erica leant back against a tree and dropped her shorts. When my tongue hit her pussy she had a big cum and a huge spasm that left my specs covered with juice and flying through the air like a rocket. I didn't have to fight mum and dad over my specs, they bought me really nice and fashionable designer frames that make me look real cute and studious!

I look hard at Marietta.

"What?"

She's still gnawing her knuckle and looking grim.

"Do you think he'd fuck me?"

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Those words came to haunt Nick. No identification on either of the victims. They had managed to get fingerprints on victim one. She wasn't in any system that Nick had available to him, including AFIS, the Automated Fingerprint Identification System. So, whoever she was, she didn't have a record and had never been fingerprinted. It had been impossible to fingerprint victim two. The decomposition had been too devastating, animals had destroyed what the killer hadn't. Dental records weren't...

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Michelle pulled her seatbelt a little tighter, not caring if Nick saw it or not. The man drove like a maniac. She had felt safer being in a car with Sam, even though the man was a pervert and lazy as hell. She felt her stomach tighten as the light in front of them turned yellow and he sped up, going through it just as it turned red. "Is this your way of trying to back out?" she asked him through gritted teeth. Nick looked over at her, sitting stiffly in the low slung passenger bucket seat...

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"I know you RSVP'd the Mayor, dear. I'll be ready to go. Just give me a couple more minutes," he spoke patiently into the phone, the nagging overtones of his wife shattering the euphoria he had felt a few moments before. "Yes dear, we have plenty of time before the opening speeches. I promise, I'll be right in." He stared blindly at the wall next to the phone, a wall covered by sheets of pegboard where his tools hung neatly and in order by size. Everything was clean, kept that way by...

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Time held no meaning for her any longer. The few moments that she had in the light were shadowed by him. The rest of the time, she was alone in the dark with the voices. She didn't know if it were night or day. She didn't know how long she had been held here. And she held no hope that she would ever leave. The lack of hope was what was the hardest. At least, when she hoped, she could imagine something better, her parents meeting her at the airport with open arms and forgiving smiles. Her...

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The door creaked open and the switch was thrown. Light filled the underground room. Another soft click and the tape was stopped, the voices disappearing. The figure on the table blinked in surprise at the light and lack of noise, the quiet was more disturbing now than the voices. They had become friendly and familiar, even if the words were evil and bloody. The voices meant that she was alone and that no one would hurt her. She was safe with them. When they stopped was when she felt...

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Nick walked into his office whistling, in too good of a mood to let much bother him. Despite the lack of sleep, another body found, and his upcoming dressing down by the sheriff, he felt like a million bucks. He opened the door, pausing when he saw Michelle sitting behind his desk. Her head was leaning against her hand which was propped up on the wooden surface, her eyes were closed and her mouth was opened slightly. He could hear the deep, even sound of her breathing from here. He stood...

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Michelle tossed the wrapper to her hamburger in the trash with a flick of her wrist. Then she scattered the rest of her fries on the ground for the birds and the squirrels and sipped on her chocolate shake. The sun was hot on her bare shoulders, the breeze cool on her cheeks. She actually felt better, almost human again. Nick was sitting next to her, drowning french fries in ketchup and munching on them. "So," he started, keeping his tone of voice light despite the feeling of dread he...

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She took a deep breath to calm herself before grabbing her briefcase and getting out of her little Neon. She slammed the door a trifle too hard and took another deep breath. Last night had been the worse. She had come home, thinking that she would work herself into a coma. It hadn't worked that way. She should be exhausted. Normally would be exhausted. But her brain wouldn't turn off. Bodies and Nick, the case, the way he had felt against her body, in her body. She finally had slammed the...

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It never rained but it poured. At one time, she hadn't really understood that expression. Today she did, she could have explained it to whole classes of people. She stood at the counter of the rental company, the one and only company in Lapeer that rented cars. She had been there for an hour and a half and she still wasn't any closer to getting a car. First there had been trouble with the computers. The salesman was an overweight, sweaty man who unsuccessfully tried to cover his balding...

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Michelle had been sitting in one of the three tiny, airless, cramped interrogation rooms for the past hour in what would have to be the longest day of her life. The coffee in the stained, chipped mug that she now just played with was nothing but cold sludge clinging to the bottom of the cup. She was tired, hungry and had a headache big enough to sink the Titanic. And they still wouldn't let her go home. She sighed and rubbed the heels of her palms against her dry, irritated eyes, wishing...

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She woke to a beam of sunlight tickling her nose. She was warm and comfortable and she moved just enough to get away from that nagging beam. She felt his arm come around her waist, pull her back into his body, and smiled. What a way to wake up. She kept her breathing even, wanting to savor this feeling. She felt safe and loved, needed. Wanted. His hand moved up her stomach and cupped one of her breasts, just stayed there, not moving. "Hmmm, you feel good." His voice was husky and gravelly...

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Michelle turned into the cool wetness on her face. Her head thumped and thudded in sickening waves that sent nausea boiling and bile into her throat. She wanted to dive back down into the comforting nothingness of unconsciousness. It would be such bliss to let go of the pain and float back down. She tried to push the cloth away but her hands weren't working right. Her eyes were open, mere slits in the glaring light. She heard a snap and then the acrid, burning smell of ammonia flooded her...

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"Oh, hell." The room tilted when he tried to sit up. "What the hell did I do?" he muttered. Pain, streaks of shooting pain, surged from his shoulder and his back. He reached up with his right hand and touched his shoulder, feeling a little nausea at the sight of sticky blood coating his fingertips. It came back in a rush. Michelle, being shot. Michelle was gone. He tried to shoot to his feet but fell back, gasping in pain. He had to move. He had to get up and get out of here. He looked...

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