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Chapter Eleven: Cleaning the Kat box

‘What?’ Gretchen exclaimed. ‘That’s preposterous. Why the hell did you do that?’

‘It seemed like a good idea at the time,’ he said with a shrug.

I leaned my elbows onto the counter. ‘But, did you kill them?’ I asked quietly. Admittedly, there were a few people that killed and that I missed as suspects, but David just never pinged on my radar. Frankly, I wondered if he was one of those who loved so deeply that he would confess to a crime he did not commit. I had seen it more than once.

‘Oh, yes,’ David said with a nod. ‘Not that that cretin in the DA’s office believed me.’ He looked at Gretchen and took her hand. ‘That woman your father married after your mother died. She killed your mother. I know it wasn’t suicide. I’ve known it all these years, but I just could never do what needed to be done. Not, till that night.’

Tears streamed down Gretchen’s stricken face. ‘I don’t believe you. You’re lying to try and protect me. You couldn’t hurt a fly and we both know it.’ I nodded to myself, Gretchen’s words confirmed that David was indeed someone who loved Gretchen deeply enough to try and take the fall. The question was whether he was trying to take the fall, or if he really was the killer.

I had to find out. ‘If that’s why,’ I said, ‘then tell us how you did it. And why do it with Cartwright there?’

‘I saw Cartwright man-handling Gretchen earlier at the party,’ he said quietly. ‘I saw Kat send him over to Gretchen, and I knew she was trying to ruin her life. Again. After all the announcements, I saw them go upstairs, and I stopped by the kitchen. With everyone going in and out, it was simple to slip a knife into my jacket. Then I followed them upstairs.’

‘So you decided to kill them both?’ I asked. ‘Right there on the spot?’

‘That’s right,’ he agreed calmly. ‘I found them arguing in the room upstairs, in the bathroom. I was into the room before they saw me and I stabbed Cartwright before he knew I was there. Then I killed Kat while she stared at me in shock. It was in revenge for my sister.’

I reached under the table, took Gretchen’s hand and suppressed a smile. The details I had seen at the crime scene told me Kat went down first, and like most cops, I trusted my instincts. ‘What direction was Cartwright facing when you stabbed him? Where did you hit him with the knife? And Kat?’

‘I stabbed him in the chest, just like Kat. He was facing me in the doorway. Kat was behind him after he went down.’

I did smile then. ‘I know why the DA sent you packing, David. The crime scene details tell a different story. What if I told you that Cartwright was stabbed in the back and Kat had her throat cut?’

He looked at Gretchen and shrugged, seemingly unruffled by my revelation. ‘It all happened so fast. Maybe he was facing away from me and I only thought I stabbed Kat. You’re right, that’s what happened. I’ll have to amend my story with the DA.’

Gretchen laughed and cried all at once, relief and anger warring on her face. ‘Liar! You are such a liar! That isn’t what happened, and you didn’t kill anybody!’

David deflated. ‘Why can’t a man just confess to a crime and be done with it?’ he grumbled. ‘Why the hell do they need all these stupid details? Can’t you just accept I did it and move on?’ Then he yelped as Gretchen kicked him hard under the table. ‘Yeow!’

‘You’re just saying this to try and take the blame away from me,’ Gretchen said, suddenly fully angry. ‘Goddammit, you’re all that I have left of Mom, and you want to do this? I won’t let you!’ She leapt to her feet, yanking her hand out of his, and the chair she’d been sitting in crashed to the floor. ‘I won’t let you!’ Her hands were clenched into fists and her eyes streamed tears. ‘You take it back!’

I stood up and enfolded her in my arms. ‘Shhhh. It’s okay, Baby. He won’t get blamed for this.’ I stroked her hair softly and kept her there with me. Today had opened my eyes to the fact that there was a woman Gretchen carefully hid away from the world. A younger, more vulnerable one that hid behind the hard shell the world saw.

Without warning, I found myself holding that hidden Gretchen, as she collapsed into my arms, her face burying itself in my hair. The emotion inside her came boiling out, and she cried. Her sobs tore at me in a way I never expected, had never experienced and had no defense against. Her pain ate at me, and I cried with her. This wasn’t right. I was a cop and cops didn’t cry like this. At least I didn’t. Still, the ache inside me called back to her pain and we held each other.

Then David pulled Gretchen out of my arms and held her. A flash of anger and jealousy ripped through me, but I forced it down. I might love Gretchen and be married to her, but David was her family in a way I would never be. Blood and water. Inside and outside. I was used to being the outsider, but for the first time in a long time, it hurt.

‘I’m sorry,’ he told Gretchen, taking her face in his hands. ‘I was trying to save you. I didn’t want to hurt you.’ He was crying himself.

I turned away from them, hiding my face from her. I didn’t want Gretchen to see me this way. I knew inside it was wrong, and she didn’t need me adding to her problems. Right now, I had to be strong for her. I knew that, but it didn’t make it hurt any less. I poured a cup of coffee and swallowed hard, finding a cloth to wipe my eyes.

When I had my face under control, I turned and watched them hang onto each other, using my coffee cup as a prop to keep my hands busy. They were speaking to each other, but too softly for me to hear. I had never been as close as they obviously were with any of my family. My parents had always been distant, even before they had known about my sexual preference. After, they had grown cold and even more distant. The little girl in me would have cut off her own hand to be loved by someone the way that David loved Gretchen.

I needed to get out of here, away from the raw emotion still spilling from them. The way I was feeling wasn’t right, and I had to stop it and wash my face. I set my coffee down on the counter and handed Gretchen the rag on my way past her. ‘Here you go. I need to use the can, so I’ll be right back.’ I said it with my head turned so that she couldn’t get a good look at me, but also so I wouldn’t have to see the love on their faces.

Locking the bathroom door behind me, I ran some water and splashed my face. The woman peering back out of the mirror at me had eyes red from crying and pain lines all around her mouth. The eyes could stay, but the lines had to go. I grabbed a towel and held it to my face, my hand guiding me to the toilet to sit on the closed lid. One deep breath followed another as I forced myself to distance these feelings. Hot tears burned my eyes and fought my control. I was such a heartless bitch to feel this way.

The rattle of the doorknob startled me so much I almost dropped the towel. ‘I’ll be out in a second,’ I said, wiping my eyes again.

‘Hawk, what’s the matter?’ Gretchen asked, her voice muffled by the door. ‘Let me in.’

I got up and straightened my clothes. A glance in the mirror told me that my face was composed enough. I unlocked the door and opened it. Yeah, I looked better than Gretchen did, but not by much.

‘I was just cleaning up.’

Gretchen blocked my exit and held my shoulders, looking into my face. ‘There’s more to it than that. Was it me? Did I upset you?’

I shook my head. ‘No, I’m fine. I…’

‘Stop,’ she said, her eyes sparkling dangerously. ‘I don’t want you to do what David did. Don’t lie to me. Never lie to me.’

My hard-fought control went up in a puff of smoke. ‘Don’t you dare accuse me of lying,’ I snarled, pushing her back, fighting for the hallway. Trying to, anyway. She forced me back into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her, falling back against it.

‘Then don’t make me call a spade a s
pade,’ she sparked back. ‘I can tell there’s more to this and I want to know what upset you.’

‘Well, I don’t feel like talking about it. It’s not anything you did. It’s my own problem, and I’ll handle it myself.’

‘Bullshit,’ she spat. ‘If it affects you, then it affects us. Then it’s our problem and we need to talk about it.’

I gritted my teeth and stepped into her personal space, poking her generous breast sharply. ‘That’s a big, steaming pile of bullshit, too! You feel free to hide behind your whoring around to hide something you don’t want to talk about. You don’t think I saw it in the store?’

She looked completely taken aback for a moment and then poked me back, a matching snarl on her face. ‘That was before you and me and has nothing to do with anything you did. And I’m not a fucking whore and if you call me one again, I’ll kick your skinny cop ass. Do you fucking hear me, Hawk? Do you fucking hear me?’

With my face an inch from hers, I laughed mirthlessly with an intense pressure building inside me. I knew I was making a mistake, but at that moment, I didn’t care, and couldn’t have stopped myself if I had. ‘Oh, I hear you. What makes you think it has to be about you? Does everything have to be about you? Can’t I have my own pain? Does the world have to be all you, you, you? I can take care of my own damn self without a fucking therapy session every time you think I have to share my goddamn feelings!’ Fresh tears spilled from my eyes, and I shut up to try and hide. Hide the pain they represented.

Gretchen wasn’t having any of that, though. ‘Then if it’s not about me, tell me what it is?’ she demanded.

‘I…’ Wiping away hot tears, I spun away from her. ‘Crap, this is so stupid. I was fucking jealous.’

‘Jealous?’ she asked incredulously. ‘He’s my uncle. I never slept with him!’

I laughed and the tears escaped my control. ‘Not that.’ I was on the razor’s edge of hysteria. I took two gulping breaths to pull myself back from that edge, and then barely more in control said, ‘I never had any family that loved me like that. Never. It just hit me all at once and it’s really fucking stupid.’ It came out angry and bitter.

Gretchen spun me around and I flinched, more than half expecting a slap. Instead she threw her arms around me and squeezed me with gorilla intensity. Part of me struggled briefly and then the floodgates opened and it was her turn to hold me while I cried. Her movements mimicked mine earlier, her hands caressing my hair, her voice whispering in my ear.

‘That’s over,’ she said so softly I almost couldn’t understand her. ‘You have a family that loves you now. I’m your family, and I love you.’

‘You keep me out, too,’ I sobbed. ‘This isn’t fair, Gretchen.’

‘Somebody once told me that life wasn’t fair, but you’re right,’ she admitted, kissing my wet cheek. ‘We’re the same, you and I, hiding our hurts behind a tough and worldly shell. I’m worse off than you and for almost the same reasons.’ She wiped her own face. ‘I don’t want to talk about it either, Hawk, but you’re my wife, and you deserve better than that from me. We’ll talk about this later, when we have more time. I won’t promise to tell you everything, but I do promise not to lie to you. Will you promise me the same, Hawk? Promise with me that we’ll never lie to each other.’

I swallowed and nodded. ‘I promise. No lies with you.’

‘Now, we need to go out and finish talking with Uncle David,’ she said pulling back and opening the door. She paused. ‘First, though, there is one last thing I need to do to clear the air. Will you try to understand why and not get pissed off right away?’

Warily, I nodded, wiping my eyes and tossing the towel on the counter. My makeup was a loss.

Gretchen gave me a tender smile. ‘I love you.’ Then she slapped me. It wasn’t really hard, but it caught me completely off-guard.

‘Owwww! What the fuck?’ I asked, holding a hand to my stinging face.

‘Wife or not, nobody calls me a whore. Don’t ever do that again,’ she said firmly, pointing a well-manicured nail at my nose.

The anger that had been building swerved in a direction I wasn’t expecting and didn’t exactly welcome. I was still angry, but now I was aroused, too. This was too much like foreplay now. I really needed to figure out why I was reacting this way to rough stuff.

‘Okay, I won’t, but you better not ever slap me unless you’re ready to deal with the consequences,’ I replied with a shark-like smile.

Gretchen’s eyes grew huge, and she fled toward the kitchen with me hot pursuit. She never had a chance, really. I took her around the waist within five feet and took her down. With an ‘oof’ I landed on top of her and pinned her voluptuous ass to the carpet, crouching over her stomach. I leaned over and licked her neck.

‘No working me up where I can’t have you,’ I purred.

She laughed and I found myself joining her.

‘Am I interrupting,’ David asked dryly from the door to the kitchen. ‘Do you two newlyweds need a room?’

I looked up at him and smirked. ‘No, not if she can stop hitting me, and hitting on me, in public.’ Since I had her pinned, I kissed her deeply and thoroughly before climbing off her breathlessly. Then I helped her to her feet and straightened my clothes. We looked – mussed.

I sighed. ‘We’ll take care of that room thing later. For now, if we’re all finished with the theatrics, let’s sit back down and get on the same page.’ I gestured for David to proceed us and followed him with Gretchen, our arms wrapped around each other’s waist.

David slumped back into his chair, his momentary chipper mood evaporating. ‘What now? I tried to help and that didn’t work.’

‘I’m sorry, David, but that wasn’t helpful,’ I said firmly. ‘ I appreciate that you thought you were helping Gretchen, but we don’t need that kind of help. First, it gives the DA another card to play in front of the jury: ‘Gretchen was so obviously guilty that her own uncle tried to cover for her.’ Second, there is still a murderer out there and having a fall guy just lets him or her off scott-free.’

David looked stricken. ‘I never meant to hurt you, Gretchen,’ he began.

I held up my hand. ‘That’s water under the bridge now. We can’t change it. We can only fix this by finding the real killer.’ I shook my head. ‘Look, with so many people in that building, it could have been almost anybody. So as I told Gretchen earlier, it all boils down to motive. Cartwright killed Kat. Of that I’m pretty damned sure. The real question, then, is who killed him and was he the target or just in the wrong place at the right time? The killer didn’t bring the weapon to the scene, either Kat or Cartwright did, and I’m leaning toward Cartwright. Someone came in, found him over her body and took the knife and stabbed him. Pretty ballsy.’

I rinsed out my cup, poured us each another cup of coffee and sipped mine, leaning against the counter. Now that we were back to talking about murder, my stomach settled and the uncomfortable emotions slipped back into the background. I shuddered a bit at the thought that they weren’t going to stay there, but I knew Gretchen and I needed to air them out. Just not right now.

‘Either Cartwright never saw his killer,’ I said after taking a sip to refocus, ‘or he trusted him or her. The blood patterns suggest to me that Cartwright was either turning away from where Kat fell or had already done so. That CSI report would be really helpful right about now.’

‘How can we get it?’ Gretchen asked. ‘Can’t my lawyer demand to see it?’

‘Oh, he can demand it,’ I snorted, ‘it is exculpatory evidence, but that doesn’t mean we’ll see it any time soon, or even see all of it, for that matter. If it was Houston, I’d have a source on the inside to leak it to me.’ I smiled at Gretchen. ‘That’s a big part of what I do, having a network of sources and stoolies to dig where I can’t to get information. Here, I’ve got nothing.’ I tossed my han
ds in a throwaway gesture to emphasize my point. ‘I can’t think of a way to get a copy out of there, but if I do, we’ll give it a whirl then.’

‘Now what?’ Gretchen asked.

‘Now we say our goodbyes and go look through Kat’s office. She might have pissed off someone other than Cartwright to the point they were willing to kill her, and Cartwright just beat them to it. Or, Cartwright and Kat could have been in something together that torqued someone enough to kill them both.’ I shrugged. ‘We may not find shit, but we won’t know if we don’t search the Kat litter.’

David chuckled. ‘Kat litter. I like that.’

Gretchen rose to her feet and hugged her uncle tightly, not allowing him to stand. ‘I’m still pissed at you,’ she told him, the mildest hint of anger in her voice, ‘but I love you anyway. Don’t worry. Hawk will sort this out.’

When she let him go, David stood up and held out his arms to me. I started at him, uncertain of what to do and Gretchen pushed me into his hug. Awkwardly, I hugged him back. At least he didn’t kiss me.

Back in the Hummer and on the way to Hans’ place, Gretchen and I eyed each other from our respective seats. I wasn’t ready to talk, so I kept my mouth shut. It looked to me like she felt the same way. Devon must have sensed our need to be quiet, because he didn’t even make a single rude comment about the goodie bag. That fragile peace felt like thin ice over a frozen river, but I thought it was strong enough to last out the ride.

It lasted until we pulled up to the gate to the property. ‘Is that…’ Gretchen started.

‘Stop the fucking car!’ I shouted at Devon. He stood on the brakes and I popped out my door before we were even fully stopped.

Parked right there, beside the gate, was fucking Elvis, Leo Giovanni, leaning against the door to his piece of shit car. His grin at seeing me lasted right up to the point I punched him in the mouth. With a squawk, he bounced off the door to his car and fell over sideways. Then I started kicking him, though he used his arms to good effect in blocking me.

‘I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Stop!’ he shouted.

Strong arms grabbed me and dragged me back from the bastard before I could give him the ass-kicking he so richly deserved. A glance told me it was Devon.

‘Let me go,’ I growled. ‘I still have the rest of my can of whoop ass to hose him down with.’ Belying my words, I didn’t struggle to get loose.

Devon held on and just laughed. ‘Hawk, you need Devon to protect you from yourself! I just hold on here a bit.’

‘Just watch where you put your hands, if you want to walk away with all your fingers,’ I said. He just laughed again, and I turned to give him a cold stare. He just grinned, shaking his head. I was growing soft, I thought to myself.

Gretchen stepped up beside us and crossed her arms, glaring at Leo dangerously. ‘You’ve got about ten seconds to convince me not to turn Hawk loose on you and then join in myself. You turned our lives upside down, and now you’re here to what? Gloat? Do you realize how much trouble you’ve caused us, you sonofabitch?’

Leo sat up slowly, wiping off his split lip. ‘You sure don’t hit like a girl,’ he complained at me.

‘Let me go, Devon, so I can show him what a bitch-slap really is. I promise I won’t hurt his candy ass too bad,’ I assured Devon. Devon laughed again, but didn’t let me go.

‘Five seconds to pain,’ Gretchen told Leo.

‘Okay! I’m sorry!’ Leo exclaimed, raising his hands to ward off violence. ‘I didn’t know who you were. I thought you were working for a guy I owed some money to and that it would be a kick to hitch you up.’

‘I’ll show you a kick,’ I muttered and shook myself loose from Devon, though I didn’t go after Leo just yet. ‘Is that it? You’re sorry? That means so fucking much to us. Thanks.’

‘I’ll make it up,’ Leo said somewhat desperately. ‘I’ll do whatever I need to do to make this right. My wife was already pissed for talking her into doing this, and then she read that those two people died. She told me that if my prank had anything to do with it, she’d leave me! I’ll do anything! Just tell me what I can do.’

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This story is a more serious one from my others, but does have sex in it. I am going to post two parts in each section. This is parts I and II. Chapter 1. Finding my way back home… 15 September 2009 I was recovering from my second shoulder surgery and was still trying to get back to sleep after a bad dream when a face and a person popped into my head. Lily Johnson. I don’t know what made me think of her all these years later. Maybe it was just being back home with my mother in the...

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Finding Lisa Chapter 3

Chapter 3 Let's stay together ||||||||||||||||||| "BLOODY-HELL!" she exclaimed and threw her arms round me. "You look... Blimey... What's...? Come in... holy shit!" "Mandy! Mind your language!" said a voice from another room. "Sorry dad!" Giggling, we piled up to her room. I felt elation that I had not felt in a long time, finding that Mandy was not responsible for putting me in that God-awful position with Greg Bridger at the Cordoba; it was just a complete...

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Finding Lisa Chapter 4

Chapter 4 Senses working overtime ======================= I hadn't heard from mum since the last phone call, which I considered a success because I didn't get yelled at. Really though, I was angry with her for not listening. I know by that time I should have been used to that kind of response, but still it hurt. Lily and Dr. Whaite had pointed out that it's often more difficult for the parents to accept the kind of decision I was making, but assured me that given time, she would...

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Finding out Secetes

Dad always said, if anyone could save the world it would be characters like James, fighting the good fight. When I was teenager I read a lot about spies and the world of secrete agents. I would send away getting all the latest spy gadgets that were sold on the back of comics or magazine I happen to be reading at the moment. Most of it was junk of course, but in my mind and with a little imagination those spy gadgets were the best things a young man could have. It was when I turned 16 I...

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Finding out Dads Secrets

Dad always said, if anyone could save the world it would be characters like James, fighting the good fight. When I was teenager I read a lot about spies and the world of secrete agents. I would send away getting all the latest spy gadgets that were sold on the back of comics or magazine I happen to be reading at the moment. Most of it was junk of course, but in my mind and with a little imagination those spy gadgets were the best things a young man could have. It was when I turned 16 I...

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Finding Her Heart in Portland

Introduction: A Southern blonde finds a submissive brunette in a club Finding Her Heart in Portland I sat there on my barstool, twiddling the straw in my drink, a fantastic blend of rum and fruit juices, wondering if Id find anyone who caught my interest tonight. The hotel concierge had recommended this club, a secluded venue named Jolt, tucked into an out of the way Portland neighborhood. I loved my new dress, a form fitting bit in a deep and dark purple that clung to ever single curve I...

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FINDING OUT

I first met Janet when we were both in college. She's actually four years or so younger than me, but I took a couple years off after high school, to make some money, and then went to the junior college on the part-time plan, before heading off to the big university. So by the time we met, I was a senior, and she was a junior.We met in a class we had together, and pretty quickly, we ended up studying together fairly regularly. Frankly, I had never met anyone like her – our personalities seemed...

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Finding WendyWhore

Emshon's Authors Note -- This is an older story of mine that was posted on Crystal's Story Site (R.I.P.) back in 2001. I'm going to consolidate everything here on Fictionmania. I hope you enjoy this oldie-but-a- goodie. Finding Wendy Whore It was late Friday night and I had enjoyed a few beers too many. As usual, I was feeling quite randy, so I decided to browse the internet and seek out a little cyber-action. I live in a small town some three hours outside of Dallas, so my...

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Finding Out The Truth

Edited By RainDear Thirty year old Justin and twenty-eight year old April Reed were sitting together, bored as usual, and unable to find anything interesting on TV. April was a very beautiful lady with long, wavy, chestnut hair and light green eyes. Her breasts stood out nicely, being only palm sized but nicely shaped overall, but her long graceful legs were what drew most men to her and her husband was no exception. The only trait some men found unattractive was her sometimes overly pale...

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Finding The Right Woman Ch 03

I wrote this story in three parts. You may want to read the first two before reading this one. Again, thanks to my editors, LadyCibelle and Techsan, for making my stories a much better read. * Jim speaks again: As I lay in my bed and watched the nurses I couldn’t help but think about Marie. I remembered her saying how she wanted to become a nurse, a physical therapist yet. According to my doctor I was going to need one. Why did I blow it? Was I so afraid of her past that I was unable to see...

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Finding My Voice Chapter 1 First Steps along the Path

FINDING MY VOICE Chapter 1 - First Steps along the Path My dear mother, lately deceased, had this phrase she used to use during my childhood whenever I got depressed over my insecurities and lack of real friends. "Don't worry dear," she would say; "It is all a question of finding your own 'voice'. One day you will suddenly come to realise who you truly are and where you fit in society. On that day you will have 'found your own voice,' and from then on you will, I promise you, be...

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Finding Her Master Pt5

Finding Her MasterBy Ropeteasec 2010Chapter 9Joe turned off the lights in the living room as he went out the front door making sure it was locked. Putting the key in the ignition, Joe hesitated a moment. He thought back to the day’s events. Joe admired how Robin became a different person the second she entered her office that morning. Noticing how her facial expressions changed from the radiating glow of pure happiness to a strong fighter for her clients and when the trial was over how she...

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Finding The Right Woman Part 3

Jim speaks again: As I lay in my bed and watched the nurses I couldn't help but think about Marie. I remembered her saying how she wanted to become a nurse, a physical therapist yet. According to my doctor I was going to need one. Why did I blow it? Was I so afraid of her past that I was unable to see what a wonderful woman she was? I realized I made the biggest mistake of my life walking out on her. I would give anything to have a do over. To live that last few minutes with her over...

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Finding LisaChapter 3

Let's stay together "BLOODY-HELL!" she exclaimed and threw her arms round me. "You look... Blimey... What's... ? Come in... holy shit!" "Mandy! Mind your language!" said a voice from another room. "Sorry dad!" Giggling, we piled up to her room. I felt elation that I had not felt in a long time, finding that Mandy was not responsible for putting me in that God-awful position with Greg Bridger at the Cordoba; it was just a complete misunderstanding. I guess it was just a lack of...

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Finding Love

I, finally, got to the perfect position and I would be able to observe what was happening in the courtyard of the building where our target was being held prisoner. The rest of the SEAL team would arrive in about ten minutes to effect the rescue of our target. My name is Rick Steiger. I am a lieutenant in the United States Navy attached to SEAL Team 12. My job was to observe and take any action necessary to insure that the rescue mission was successful. I was situated approximately eight...

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Finding Her Master Pt 8

Finding Her Master Part 12 By: Ropetease ©2011 Robin felt the aftershocks slowly subsiding while Joe signed the papers. Her stomach still aching from her climax when another feeling started to emerge inside her. Tensing her stomach muscles to hold back the sudden need to relieve herself. Sucking down on her lower lip and slowly rocking her body, wishing Master would hurry. ‘Thank you,’ Joe replied giving a tug on Robin’s leash as they walked in to the main area. ‘Master, may I speak?’Robin...

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Finding Her Master Pt10

Finding Her Master Chapter 14 By: Ropetease ©2012 all rights reserved The day started with Joe at his desk going over the repair orders that were stacked in front of him from yesterday’s work. Glancing up to the calender, Joe saw that it had been a year since Robin came into his life and changed it forever. Joe remembered the day when her car was towed in and how her hand felt in his hand. In the span of a year, Joe’s business increased from the members of the club all bringing in their...

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Finding Her Master Pt10

Finding Her Master Chapter 14 By: Ropetease ©2012 all rights reserved The day started with Joe at his desk going over the repair orders that were stacked in front of him from yesterday’s work. Glancing up to the calender, Joe saw that it had been a year since Robin came into his life and changed it forever. Joe remembered the day when her car was towed in and how her hand felt in his hand. In the span of a year, Joe’s business increased from the members of the club all bringing in their cars....

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Finding Her Master Pt 8

Finding Her Master Part 12 By: Ropetease ©2011 Robin felt the aftershocks slowly subsiding while Joe signed the papers. Her stomach still aching from her climax when another feeling started to emerge inside her. Tensing her stomach muscles to hold back the sudden need to relieve herself. Sucking down on her lower lip and slowly rocking her body, wishing Master would hurry. "Thank you," Joe replied giving a tug on Robin’s leash as they walked in to the main area. "Master, may I speak?"Robin...

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Finding Jerome in my favorite recliner

I noticed in the afternoon that my stupid Boss was in danger as I thought about killing him; but I suddenly saw it was time to leave the office; so the lucky bastard survived one more day to my fury and anger…All I wanted as I drove my car, was getting home, enjoy a warm relaxing shower and fuck my sensual wife during all night long…But I found Jerome’s car parked at our driveway…Once inside the living room, I got a full sight of that nigger bastard sitting at my favorite recliner, with his...

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Finding My Voice Chapter 4 Duncan

FINDING MY VOICE Chapter 4 - Duncan My habit of socialising with Imogene and Paul on a fairly regular basis continued much along the same lines for the next few months. I still lacked the courage to go out dressed so we tended to entertain each other at our respective houses. I found I enjoyed planning meal menus and discovered a real passion for cooking. I won't say that I was in any way competitive; let's just leave it with the comment that, for both households, the meals became...

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Finding My SonChapter 2

I felt really strange sitting in the lounge of an hotel with my son whilst he told me about how his step mother had been frigid for much of her marriage to his father, it was something I didn't really want to know about, so I pushed him about why they'd had what he called strong words. "Well" he grinned shyly, "They'd been out to a friend's wedding, they should have stayed overnight, but for whatever reason they came home early and caught us" "Us?" I queried, "You've got to...

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Finding her man

Valerie Nicholls had found her motivation to work out regularly. His name was Connor, and he owned the gym that was incongruously tucked away behind an upscale European furniture store in what most people probably assumed was an area of tony shops and places where you paid four dollars for a small pastry that was wrapped up for you to take away in a small box tied with a ribbon.At forty-two, Valerie had been divorced for six years and was content enough with her situation not to settle for less...

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Finding Charlie

After sixteen hours on the bus, I arrived in Tulsa, Oklahoma just before noon on a hot July day determined to find Charlie, actually Charlotte, but that’s not what I called her. I flew into Chicago and then took the long bus ride to Tulsa, wanting to experience Route 66. After almost two years of meeting Charlie, my cyber lover, I wanted to surprise her, just show up, a daring act in itself as fear of what a disaster this might be swept over me. What would she think when she realized who I...

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Finding Charlie

After sixteen hours on the bus, I arrived in Tulsa, Oklahoma just before noon on a hot July day determined to find Charlie, actually Charlotte, but that’s not what I called her. I flew into Chicago and then took the long bus ride to Tulsa, wanting to experience Route 66. After almost two years of meeting Charlie, my cyber lover, I wanted to surprise her, just show up, a daring act in itself as fear of what a disaster this might be swept over me. What would she think when she realized who I...

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Finding My Voice Chapter 5 I finally find my own voice

FINDING MY VOICE Chapter 5 - I finally find my own voice. The morning following my first public outing en-femme, I awoke early. I had been dreaming all night about Duncan, the man who, only yesterday evening, had become the first man to kiss me on the lips - or anywhere else for that matter! To say I was confused would be an understatement. I had never considered myself gay, but I definitely reacted as a woman when Duncan kissed me. I needed to talk this through with my best...

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Finding HomeChapter 36

After waking up, getting ready, and having breakfast, it’s shopping time for us with work for Dad and his two ladies. Lia insists on a hair trim for all of the new people, and the standard stops at Victoria’s Secret, the accessories store next door, swimwear, and the cosplay store. Next we visit our favourite jewellery lady to get necklaces for the new slaves. She also has some nice ones I asked her to make up for my daughters, which makes them happy to have their own special items of...

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Finding a Stripper3

Hello, I have a story to tell that you may find interesting. My name is Marty Harris and I am a school teacher and football coach in a small community in the mountains south of Seattle. I love my job and my students. I guess I am a popular teacher as many of my students and alums keep in contact with me after school, practice or even graduation. This story begins after I had visited a friend and former student teaching colleague of mine who taught in a similar small town about 2 hours from...

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Finding Whats Been Missing Ch 01

Laid off.. I could still hear the words ringing in my ears. I just couldn’t believe it. 35 years old, no career, no prospects in site. I don’t know why I thought my husband would be more comforting. It wasn’t in his nature to nurture me, console me, why should this be any different? Once again, I would find my way through this on my own. The weeks turned into months, slowly at first, but soon enough, I was adjusting to being a housewife. No more did I need the rush of the stock market to make...

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Finding Her Master

Finding Her Master By: Ropetease ©2010 Chapter One Robin was on her way home from winning her court case. It was a hard fought battle in the court room, just right up her alley. She was a tough, demanding lawyer for her clients and Robin earned her status by fighting hard to win. Driving up the express way, listening to her favorite country singer, Jerrod Neiman when her five year old BMW started to make a slapping noise from under the hood, all her warning lights on the dash came on. ...

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Finding Her Master

Finding Her Master By: Ropetease ©2010 Chapter One Robin was on her way home from winning her court case. It was a hard fought battle in the court room, just right up her alley. She was a tough, demanding lawyer for her clients and Robin earned her status by fighting hard to win. Driving up the express way, listening to her favorite country singer, Jerrod Neiman when her five year old BMW started to make a slapping noise from under the hood, all her warning lights on the dash came on. "Not...

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Finding Bathsheba Book 2Chapter 15

"Alfred Marshall illustrated two ways in which ceteris paribus can be used to consider the effects of some causes of isolation." "Ceteris paribus?" Jack muttered to himself, as he reread the sentence. "What the hell is ceteris paribus?" He pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration as he flipped back to the index of his Microeconomics textbook. He knew this stuff. He'd read the words many times before, but for some reason he just couldn't remember what it meant. Was it possible...

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Finding Nonny

The gray walls of the Middlesex Hospital waiting room looked especially dingy in the waning light of late afternoon. Nine year old Silver Cordin and her father had waited patiently for over an hour and were getting anxious. Lines of worry were etched on Steve Cordin’s face, as he knew the doctor’s news could not possibly be good. Silver tried to read her favorite book, but just couldn’t concentrate. All she knew was that her beloved Nonny, Rose Bauer, was very sick, and that sole thought...

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Finding a Treasure at WinnDixie 2

Introduction: A chance encounter, draws a teenage boy to a needy girl. The two find their way through the unknown. Further down the trail. Themes: Actually Teen Male/Pre-Teen Female (Thats the young part) This is more of a love story than a sex story, but there is sex! Sorry if you hate it. You really need to read the first part to understand this one. As I post this story for validation, I am preparing for a trip to a medical facility. Because I do not know if Ill be here when it gets...

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Finding myself Part 1

FINDING MYSELF By Enya Pierre PART 1 - NEIGHBORS I had known Allie for the best part of a year - we had met in the simplest of ways: we lived in adjoining rooms in the nurses' hostel at the local hospital. She worked as a nurse and loved every minute of it: she told me that even as a young girl she had spent her time nursing her toys, bandaging them, feeding them - helping them get better. I guessed that the secret of her success was that she never yielded to argument - what she...

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Finding myself Part 3 The Longest Day

Part 3 - The Longest Day Although I didn't really sleep well as my body was so contorted by the bindings, I was woken by the ring gag being pushed into my mouth and secured while I was still coming round. "There we are!" Allie said breezily, taking the goggles off my eyes, smiling broadly. "A whole weekend to learn more about ourselves, Tina - isn't it wonderful?" She had this really annoying habit of asking me a question when she had made it impossible for me to answer. The...

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Finding Elvis Ch 09

Chapter Nine: Taking control When we were finally cleaned up and back downstairs, it was time to look for Lurch. Having Lurch catch us in flagrante was going to make questioning him one of those interesting experiences I usually tried to avoid, but there was a price to be paid for anything worthwhile. The sex had definitely been worthwhile, hell, the sex had been both fun and fantastic, but there was a killer on the loose, and events were proceeding whether we liked it or not. I turned to...

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Finding Karen

( A Les Lumens story ) Nebraska – Winter, Late 1800s The wind cut across the prairie, every snowflake like a tiny razor cutting into her skin. She stumbled forward, not knowing what else to do, unable to remember how she had come to be out in this storm. Her mind was nearly as blank and impenetrable as the blinding gales of snow that kept her from seeing more than a few feet in front of her, as she slogged through the calf-deep drifts. Is that a light? Is that a house? She stared with eyes that...

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