Pieces Fall Together


Sarah and David

David opened the door to his apartment building and led Sarah down the hall.

“Is this it?” Sarah asked.

“Yep, nothing fancy just a place to call home,” David unlocked the door and Sarah entered the apartment.

It was a simple one bedroom apartment, with a small kitchen, living room and bathroom.


“Thanks, would you like a drink?”

“Sure, what do you have?” she asked.

“Water or soda?”

“I’ll take a water,”

David reached into the fridge and pulled out two bottles of water. He handed one to Sarah.

“Would you like the tour?”

She smiled at him, ” Lead the way,”

“Let’s see, this is the kitchen,” he pointed to the right.

“This is the living room,” he pointed to the left.

David walked down the hall, “This is the bathroom,”

He continued down the hall, “And this is the bedroom,”

Sarah sat on the edge of the bed, and looked around. A simple layout queen-size bed, a couple of end tables, and a dresser with a mirror.



“So should we get started?” he asked.

Sarah opened her bottle of water, took a long drink, closed the lid and set it down on the end table.


David was a good looking guy in his mid twenties, fit, active and wanted to make films. For which he was taking some courses up at the local community college. Which is where he met Sarah, they happen to have a creative writing class together.

He was immediately taken with her, saw her as a potential actress in one of his films. All daydreams at this point, he had introduced himself to her over lunch one day and they hit it off, making small talk about future goals and dreams.

There was also an attraction, Sarah wasn’t sure why, but knew it was there a chemical response to him. Maybe it was just her wanting some attention, she had broken up with her boyfriend a while ago and now found herself enjoying David’s company.

David closed the blinds on the bedroom window and turned on the bedside lamp. He pulled the blue and grey striped bedspread down. Folding it back onto itself at the foot of the bed.

“Nice sheets,” Sarah said, as she took off her shoes, jeans and t-shirt.

She was wearing a matching set, purple satin panties and bra. Sarah was short, cute and cut, showing her defined muscles from years of biking and swimming.

“Very nice, but are you going to leave those on?” he pointed to her white socks.

She smiled and pulled them off.

He stood in front of her reached around the back of her head and pulled the elastic band out of her hair. Her dirty blonde hair fell across her shoulders.

“There that’s better,” he leaned in and gently kissed her. She raised up on her toes and kissed him back, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him into her.

He ran his hands down her sides, and grabbing her ass. He gave it a squeeze, she opened her mouth and let his tongue slide into her mouth. She sucked on his tongue, he let out a moan.

He stepped back from her and looked her over.

“Very nice indeed,”

Sarah laid on her back in the center of the bed. She ran her hand down between her legs and rubbed her pussy through her purple panties. David took off his shoes, socks, pants and shirt.

“Nice, boxers,”

Smiling he crawled from the foot of the bed up towards her. He spread her legs apart and kissed her inner thigh, while moving his thumb over the crotch of her purple panties.

He sat up, kneeling between her legs, he hooked his thumbs into her panties next to her hips and pulled them off in one quick move. Tossing them to the floor.

He lowered himself between her legs and began to lick her pussy. He slid his tongue into her, enjoying her scent and wetness.

Sarah moaned, arched her back and grabbed him by the hair, pushing him in deeper. He moved his head away from her, slid his thumb over her pussy and rubbed her clit. She closed her eyes and pushed against his thumb. He slid his finger inside her wet pussy and pushed against her, she shuddered from the sensation.

David made his way up to her breast, Sarah arched her back unfastened her bra and discarded it onto the floor. He caressed her breasts taking her nipple into his mouth and sucking on it, then lightly biting her erect nipple.

“Fuck, what was that for?”

“Just seeing if you were still with me,”

He kissed her deeply. She could taste herself on his lips. It excited her, she wanted to know what he tasted like.

“My turn,” she said as she pushed him onto his back.

Sarah pulled his boxes off and ran her hand along his hard cock. She lowered herself over him, still running her hand up and down his shaft. She licked the tip of his cock, slowly sliding it into her mouth.

“Fuck,” he breathed, pushing into her mouth.

She sucked harder, letting him slide in and out, enjoying the feeling of him. She raised her head and moved closer to him, so that she could slide his cock in between her breasts.

“Yes,” he panted moving up and down with her. She took notice of the pre-cum dripping from him and slid his cock into her mouth. She enjoyed the taste of him.

“Fuck, stop,” he pushed her back off of him.

David stood up, grabbed his bottle of water and finished it off in one long drink.

“We need to slow down,” he said.

Sarah sat up in the middle of the bed.


“Yes, really, just take a breath,”

“Fine, then will you fuck me?” she asked looking at him with her bright green eyes and pouting lips.

“Yes, but I have a proposition for you,”

She grabbed her bottle of water, “Ok, I am listening,”

“I want to make a film,” David stated.

Sarah finished off her bottle of water. “Ok, and?”

“I want you to be in it, with another woman and me,”

“Like a porno?”

“Exactly, you, me and my girlfriend, Vanessa,”

Sarah held up her empty water bottle, “Do you have anything stronger?”

David smiled at her, “Are you game?”

“I have to meet Vanessa first, and we have to finish what we started here,”

“Do you want that drink now or after?” he asked.

“What do you think?”

David slipped his boxers on and headed to the kitchen.

Sarah pulled the sheet up over herself and took in the proposition.

David returned with two glasses of Jack Daniel’s with a splash of Coke. He handed her one, Sarah took a sip.

“Not bad,”

“Want one?” he pulled out a pack of cigarettes from the dresser drawer.


David lit the cigarette took a drag and handed it to Sarah.

“So do you have a script for this film of yours?”

David lit his own cigarette, nodded and went to the closet. He pulled down a file box, opened it and handed her a red folder.

Sarah thumbed through it while they finished of their drinks.

“Interesting, that’s one dirty little mind you have there,”

“Thanks, shall we get back to it?”

Sarah nodded, removed the sheet and stretched out on the bed.

“I’m all yours,”

David took his boxers off and laid next to her, he ran his fingers along her side and across her stomach. He leaned in and kissed her lips, cheeks and down her neck, to her breasts. He kissed each of them, then sucked on her nipple while thumbing the other one.

She slid her hand down to his crotch and rubbed his cock, making him moan. She moved her hand up and down his shaft, coming up and running her thumb across the tip.

He moved on top of her, and rubbed his cock against her pussy, sliding just the tip in then, pulling it back out.

“Tease,” she said pushing him off of her and onto his back.

She straddled his hips, grabbed his cock and slid it into her pussy. She sat up, and thrusted her hips back and forth, feeling him push deep inside her.

He reached up and squeezed her breasts, moving his hips to meet her thrusts. She fell forward onto his chest and kissed him long and hard, while she slid his cock out of her.

She moved off of him, got on her hands and knees in the center of the bed. He kneeled behind her and slid his cock back into her and fucked her hard and fast.

*Smack* he slapped her ass.

“Fuck,” she cried out.

She pushed back against him, he pushed deep coming in her.

He collapsed on the bed next to her.

“So, ready to meet Vanessa?”

She turned over and kisses him. “Sure, but can I shower first?”

“Go ahead, the handle is a little temperamental,”

She got up and headed into the bathroom.

David lit a cigarette and called Vanessa.

Sarah showered and slipped on David’s bathrobe.

She took a seat on the bed, there was a knock on the front door.


David opened the door, a tall, slender woman with curly dark hair entered the apartment.

“How are you?” David asked her.

“Fine, fine, where is she?” Vanessa asked.

“She’s in the bedroom,”

Vanessa took off her coat, handed it to David and headed down the hall.

“Hello,” Sarah said.

“Stand up, let me see,” Vanessa ordered.

Sarah stood up, Vanessa pulled the belt of the robe, the bathrobe fell open.

“Hum… she’s a little mousy,”

“What?” Sarah started to pull the robe closed. Vanessa grabbed her wrist.

“Drop the robe,”

Sarah looked at her then over at David who was standing in front of the dresser.

David came over to Sarah and pulled the robe off of her.

Vanessa looked her over, putting her hand on her shoulder and turning her around.

“Maybe,” Vanessa said.

“Is she any good?”

“Yes, she is,” David answered.

Vanessa moved towards Sarah, putting her hand on the back of her neck, she pulled her in and kissed her, Sarah exhaled and kissed her back, sliding her tongue into Vanessa’s mouth.

“Maybe,” Vanessa smiled at Sarah.

Sarah picked up the robe and put it on.

“Get me a drink, I want to see what she can do,”

David went to the kitchen, grabbed another glass and the bottle of Jack.

He poured three glasses of Jack and handed them around. Vanessa sat in the oversized arm chair in the corner of the bedroom. She raised her glass.

“Here’s to getting it done,” She downed the Jack and handed the glass back to David.

Sarah and David finished their drinks and sat on the bed.

“What do you want me to do?” Sarah asked Vanessa.

“First of all get rid of that stupid robe,”

Sarah kneeled on the bed, took off the robe and dropped it on the floor.


“Good enough, get him hard and suck him off,”

Sarah moved over to David who was laying in the middle of the bed naked. She took his cock in her hands and began to stroke.

Moving her hands up and down his shaft, she leaned over him and ran her tongue around the tip. Then she ran her tongue down his shaft and sucked on his balls. David let out a moan.

Sarah looked up at Vanessa, she had made herself comfortable on the oversized chair, and was running her hand down between her thighs.

Sarah licked up the side of his cock and slid it into her mouth. She moved her head up and down letting him slide in and out.

David reached down and ran his fingers through her hair, he grabbed a handful and pushed her deeper. She took him deeper into her throat, when she felt his cum hit the back of her throat, she swallowed.

Sarah sat up and looked at Vanessa.

“So how’d he taste?”

“Sweet,” Sarah answered.

Vanessa stood up removed her pants, shirt, bra and panties. Then sat back down on the chair, and spread her legs.

“Now you do me,” she said smiling at Sarah.

Sarah got up off of the bed, she poured herself a drink and downed it. She kneeled down in front of Vanessa and moved in between her legs.

She ran her hand along Vanessa’s shaved pussy, she pushed her legs further apart and leaned in. Sarah slid her tongue into her, sucking on her clit and tasting her. She pushed deeper into Vanessa making her moan.

Sarah moved back from her and slid her fingers into Vanessa’s wet pussy, moving them back and forth. Sarah moved up and took one of Vanessa’s nipples into her mouth and sucked while sliding her fingers in and out faster.

Vanessa arched her back, her breathing became quicker, she grabbed the back of Sarah’s head and pushed against her hand as she came.

Sarah stopped moving and kissed Vanessa on the lips.


Vanessa smiled “Good,”

Sarah got up and walked over to the bed, she laid out in the middle of the bed.

“My turn,” she looked at David, then over to Vanessa. She pointed and curled her finger at Vanessa in a come here motion.

Vanessa got up and joined them on the bed. David kissed Vanessa then kissed Sarah.

“So what do you want?” David asked Sarah.

“I want Vanessa here, to eat me out, while you fuck her,”

Vanessa move in between Sarah’s legs and started sucking on her clit. David moved behind Vanessa and rubbed his cock along her wet pussy. He looked into Sarah’s deep green eyes as he thrusted into Vanessa.

Sarah enjoyed feeling Vanessa’s tongue sliding in and out of her, while she watched David fucking her.

~ ~ ~ ~

A few days later there was a knock at Sarah’s door. She answered it.

“Can I come it?” David asked.

“Sure, come in,”

David entered the apartment and took a seat at the kitchen table. Sarah gave him a confused  look and sat down across from him.

“Ok, what’s up?” she asked.

“I can’t stop thinking about you, I still want you to be in my film,”

“Not with her I won’t,” Sarah said.

David reached across the table and took her hands in his, he smiled at her.

“How about just you and me?”

“Maybe,” she answered grinning.

He got up and stood next to her, he leaned over a kissed her.

“Tonight, here?” he asked.

“Sure why not,”

David kissed her forehead and left.

At half past six, there was a frantic knock on Sarah’s door.

“I think I got everything,” David said as he sat two bags and a box down in her living room.

He started taking things out of the box, tripod, camera equipment, cables, and sheets.

“What are the sheets for?”


She watched as he moved on to emptying one of the bags. Candles, rope, a silk scarf, strawberries, chocolate syrup, and whipped cream.

“I’m going to go take a shower while you set up,”

“Ok,” David answered lost in his unpacking of props.

Sarah stepped out of the shower, dried off, and slipped on her robe. She stood in the doorway of her bedroom and took in the set up.

The tripod and camera were set up to the side of the bed. The white corded rope was tied around the footboard posts, and the silk scarf was tied to the headboard. The candles were lit, scattered around the room, the sheets were hung over the windows and along one wall. There was a silver tray with the strawberries, chocolate syrup, and whipped cream on the dresser.


She dropped her robe and laid on her back in the center of the bed. He picked up the camera and panned up and down her body. He set the camera back on the tripod and picked up her ankle, he slid the rope over her foot and pulled it tight.

“That ok?”


He moved to her other foot and tied it down. He ran his hand along her bare leg as he moved to the top of the bed. He raised her arms over her head and looped the silk scarf around her wrists. He pulled it tight.

“Still ok?”


He leaned down and kissed her.

“Are you ready?”

Sarah smiled at him and nodded.

David undressed and focused the camera on Sarah’s body. He stood at the foot of the bed and ran his finger along the bottom of her foot. She squirmed.

He grabbed her foot with both hands and rubbed his thumbs into the arch of her foot. She tried to move but the restraints were too tight. She let out a muffled grunt as he moved to the other foot and rubbed.

He smiled at her as he picked up the chocolate syrup, he opened the cap and drizzled the syrup over her toes. He leaned down and sucked the chocolate off of her big toe. He then drizzled the syrup up her leg, across her stomach and over her breasts.

He set the bottle down on the nightstand. He bent down and licked the chocolate off of her nipple, sucking it into his mouth and rolling his tongue over it. She let out a moan and he sucked harder.

He picked up the can of whipped cream and sprayed some on each breast. Then he held the can over her pussy and proceed to spray. He went over to the tray of strawberries and picked up a few large ripe ones.

He sat on the bed next to Sarah and dipped the strawberry into the whipped cream that was covering her pussy. He then reached over and held it in front of her mouth. She sucked the cream off of the strawberry.

He then dipped the strawberry back into the cream, this time sliding it back and forth over her clit. He feed her the strawberry, then took a second one and pushed it into her pussy and moved it in and out. She moaned and tried to push back against his hand.

He removed the strawberry and feed it to her. He moved down in between her legs and licked up the remaining cream. He flicked his tongue around her clit, sucking it into his mouth.

“Fuck!” Sarah yelled out.

He slid two fingers into her pussy and thrust them in and out of her, while sucking on her clit. She pushed against his mouth, feeling his tongue devour her, and his fingers work her. She couldn’t help herself, she came.

He moved up, and straddled her chest, he pushed her breasts together and rubbed his hard cock in between her breasts. He let out a moan as the pre-cum dripped from his cock. He slid his cock into her mouth and she eagerly sucked, till he came.

David shut the camera off.

“Need a drink?”

“Yes, please,”

He untied her wrists and went to get a bottle of water. She untied her ankles and sat up against the headboard. He handed her the bottle a sat next to her on the bed.

“Thank you for doing this with me,” he said.

“Your welcome, although that sounds weird,” she smiled at him.

He leaned over and kissed her. He moved her hair away from her face and kissed her again. He moved back from her.

“Can I film us…fucking?”

She finished off her water and smiled.

“Why not, I trust you, no harm, no foul,”

He got up and turned the camera on. She slid down on her back, he laid on top of her.

He kissed her, and slid his cock into her. He moved back and forth, thrusting deeper and harder into her. She kissed him, wrapped her legs around him, and pushed her hips up to meet his thrusts.

“Fuck, Sarah,” he gasped.

He put his head against her neck and whispered in her ear.

“Cum with me,”

She moaned and moved with him fucking him, coming with him.

~ ~ ~ ~


“Hello?” Sarah answered the phone in that not quite awake voice.

“I know,” a woman’s voice states on the other end.

“You know what?” she croaked out while trying to sit up in bed.

“That you and David have been together, you homewrecking bitch,” the voice blurts out.

“Vanessa? is that you, what are you talking about?”

Click, the line went dead.

“Fuck, that’s not good,” Sarah announced to the empty room.

“I don’t know why he married her, she’s psycho,” she mumbled to herself.

She glance at the illuminated clock radio, 3:56am.

She texted David:

So Vanessa just called me. WTF is going on.

Sarah laid back down, put her phone on silent and drifted off.

6am the alarm went off, playing some oldie but goodie song on KREX home of the golden oldies.

She smacked the snooze button, turned over and reached for her phone.

Two new texts: from David

Fuck, I came home from the opening I was covering for the paper, there was an empty bottle of wine along with the photo albums scattered on the table. Vanessa and I went round and round, apparently she hired a private investigator.

Second text: from David

Sorry, she threw me out, I am on your​ couch. Didn’t want to wake you.

“Ugh…” Sarah put the phone down, stretched, got up and went into the living room.

There on the couch was David fast asleep, she covered him with a blanket and went to take a shower.

She started the coffee, made scrambled eggs with cheese and toast.

“Morning,” a tired voice said from across the room.

She turned and smiled at him.

“Morning, there’s food,”

“You’re going to need your strength to explain to me what is going on,”

David put his arms around her, kissed her on the forehead and went into the bathroom.

They sat in silence eating their breakfast.

“So, care to fill me in?” she asked while clearing the table.

He took a very deep breath. She sat down across from him and took his hands in hers.

“Ok, about two months ago Vanessa caught me in a lie that I couldn’t talk my way out of. Shortly after that she hired a private investigator to follow me around. I guess she received his report yesterday,”

“Wait two months ago, that was the mayor’s​ dinner event we covered for the paper, what did she catch you on,”

“She had gotten sick and wanted me to come home, but I had turned off my phone, so she had to call her sister,”

“Why did you have your phone…oh yeah, nevermind,” She smiled at David.

“Well, fuck, now what?” she asked. David shrugged his shoulders.

“I don’t know, wasn’t expecting this,”

“Go home and talk to Vanessa, I want to know what that PI told her, maybe we can explain a misunderstanding to her,”

“Or I can just move in with you,” David said.

“Go find out what she knows first,”

He kissed her goodbye, “I’ll call you later,”

Sarah got dressed and went to work.

David and Sarah both work for the local newspaper, The Daily Star, your source for local news and events.

Sarah sat at her desk, thinking over what David had said. She pulled out my daily planner, pretty much her diary of who, when and where, and flipped back to two months ago.

Being a little OCD when it comes to tracking things and keeping records. Two months ago on a Saturday the mayor’s dinner in the hotel ballroom. Notes on good food, who was there, what the mayor covered in his speech.

“Fuck,” she mumbled under her breath, a little blue heart in the lower right corner.

A notation to herself​. She thumbed through a few more weeks, three more little blue hearts.

Her phone buzzed, text from David:

Found out what the PI saw. Two weeks ago, parking garage.

Sarah turned to the date, there it was a little blue heart on a Tuesday in May.

She texted David back: Now what?

Her phone buzzed, David:

Don’t know, he took pictures.

Sarah put the phone down, leaned back and let out a sigh.

She decided to focus on work and deal with whatever fallout this caused. She collected her daily assignments and got started.

Her phone buzzed, David:

Sarah we need to talk, meet me for lunch 1:30 pm, the deli across the street.

Sure, but you’re buying. She answered.

They sat down with their lunch in hand, turkey sandwiches with chips and an ice tea.

“So, what now?” she asked taking a bite of her sandwich.

“She’s mad and hurt, called me every name in the book, called you a few names,”

“Nice, what does she want,”

“That’s where it gets tricky, I have to tell you something, but I don’t think I should tell you while you’re eating,” David said.

Sarah stopped eating, she was suddenly not hungry. She wrapped up the rest of her sandwich and put it along with the unopened chips back into the bag. She took a long drink of her ice tea.

“Ok, tell me,”

He took​ her hands and looked her in the eye.

“I love being with you, you get me and you know me,”

She could feel her throat getting tighter, her vision started to blur. She did not want to cry, not in front of him.

“Vanessa’s pregnant and…”

That was it she was done. Sarah got up grabbed her lunch and walked away. She made it into the office, went to the ladies room, and lost her lunch.

She stood in front of the mirror sobbing like a schoolgirl, thinking about how stupid it was to get involved with him again.

She pulled herself together enough to finish her assignments and went home.

Her phone buzzed, David:

Can I please come over, I need to finish explaining everything to you.

Her phone buzzed, David:

Please, Sarah.

“Fuck,” she said wiping away fresh tears.

Sarah texted him back

You need to bring, a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of Jack. And you are going to answer all of my questions. Deal?

Her phone buzzed, David:

Deal. I be over in a few.

There was a knock at the door.

She opened it there was David holding a bottle of Jack Daniels and a pack of cigarettes.

“Fine, come in,”

David kissed her on the check on his way into the apartment.

“Thanks,” he grabbed two glasses and dropped an ice cube in each. Sarah opened the bottle and poured.

“Have a seat,” she motioned towards the kitchen table, while finding an ashtray and lighter in the junk drawer.

She opened the pack of cigarettes, took one out, lit it and took a deep drag. She exhaled slowly and took a seat across from him.

“Well, here we are,” she downed her drink and poured another.

“You know I never wanted to hurt you,”

“I know, but you won’t ever leave her,”

“I can’t, not now,” he took a sip of his drink and cleared his throat.

“I’m sorry,”

“Sorry that you’re ending it or that you got caught and have to end it?”

David sighed.

“Nevermind it doesn’t matter, we’re done,” she finished off her drink, put out her cigarette and got up.

As she set the glass down on the countertop he came up behind her. He slid his arms around her and kissed the back of her neck. She closed her eyes and leaned into him.

His feel, his smell so familiar and comforting. As mad and frustrated with him as she was, she still wanted him.

She turned to face him, leaned in and kissed him slowly, deeply letting her tongue slide into his mouth and taste him one more time.

She took his hand and led him into the bedroom.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.

“Don’t talk, just enjoy it,” she took off her shirt and bra.

Then slid out of her pants and panties. She unbuttoned, unzipped and pulled off his jeans along with his boxers. He took off his shirt and sat on the edge of the bed.

Sarah kneeled in front of him and rubbed his cock, making him hard. She slid his cock into her mouth and sucked. While running her hands up and down his shaft.

He ran his hands through her hair and let out a moan.

“Fuck, Sarah,”

She sucked harder, letting him slide deeper into her mouth. She could taste his pre-cum, she slid his cock out of her mouth and licked around the tip.

“Like that?” she asked as she stood up in front of him.

David grabbed her by the waist and pulled her onto the bed. He moved down in between her legs, rubbing and kissing the inside of her thighs.

He kissed and licked her clit, sliding his tongue into her pussy. She let out a moan and he pushed in deeper, making her wet from his tonguing.

He moved up her body, kissing and caressing. He ran his hand over her breast pinching her nipple, rolling his tongue over it then clamping down and sucking.

She reached down and rubbed his cock. He slid his fingers into her wet pussy, she arched her back as his fingers slid deep into her.

He kissed her, pushing his tongue into her mouth, she could taste herself on his lips.

“Fuck me, please,” Sarah begged.

He moved over her, spread her legs apart and slid his hard cock into her.

~ ~ ~ ~

Sarah woke​ up and ran to the bathroom. After throwing up nothing but stomach acid, she sat on the cold tile floor.

“Fuck,” she got up, found her daily planner on the kitchen table and started flipping pages back.

It had been about eight weeks since she had last seen David. He had taken a leave of absence from work and was freelancing from home.

Trying to fix his marriage with the now very pregnant Vanessa. Sarah had seen her in passing at an Everyday Food’s store about two weeks ago.

She sat mulling over her options: tell him, don’t tell him, keep it, don’t keep it.

Two days later she texted David: We need to talk.

Text from David: When and where?

Thursday 8pm my place.

There was a knock on the door, she let David in.

“Come in, take a seat,” she said closing the door behind him​.

“So, what do we need to talk about?” he sat down on the couch.

Sarah took a deep breath.

“I am two months pregnant and I am keeping the baby,” she blurted out all in one breath.

There was a long silence as David stared at Sarah.

“I am not sure what to say,” David got up walked over to her. He put his arms around her. She relaxed into his embrace as the tears streamed down her face.

They laid down on the bed and held each other, she fell asleep in his arms.

When Sarah awoke he was gone.

Her phone buzzed.

Text from David: I can’t be there for you, I have to tell Vanessa.

She got up showered and dressed for work.

~ ~ ~ ~

David and Vanessa

David took a deep breath and entered the house. Vanessa was sitting in the living room thumbing through a magazine. David took a seat on the ottoman in front of her.


“Yes darling,” she answered mockingly without looking up.

“I need to tell you something, please look at me,”

Vanessa let out a sigh and put down the magazine and looked at David.


He took a deep breath.

“Sarah is pregnant,” he exhaled.

She picked up the magazine and went back to flipping through it.


“I heard you, now go away,”

~ ~ ~ ~

David awoke to the smell of bacon. He grabbed his robe, found his slippers and headed to the kitchen.

“What are you doing?”

“Making breakfast, what does it look like,” Vanessa answered.

David sat down at the table. “But you don’t like to cook,” he mumbled to himself.

“Eat up,” she placed a plate of bacon, toast and eggs down in front of him.


“Sure,” he said as he shoved the eggs into his mouth.

Vanessa sat across from him.

“I have a solution to our Sarah problem,” she announced.

David dropped his fork and coughed.

“Sarah problem?”

She slid a piece of folded paper towards him.

“What’s that?” he pointed to the piece of paper.

“Our solution,”


David entered The Royal Flesh, the air was warm and stale. He asked the bartender if he knew a guy named Shane.

The bartender pointed out a tall, skinny, scruffy looking guy seated at the far end of the bar.


David made his way down to the end of the bar and took a seat next to Shane.

“Are you Shane? Vanessa sent me,”

Shane glanced over and nodded. “You David?”


“Vanessa told me about your Sarah problem, just need to know when and where,”

David slid a piece of paper over to Shane.

“Half now, half after. Follow me,”

They exited through the side door into the alley. Shane took a pack of smokes out of his jacket pocket and offered one to David.

“No thanks,”

Shane lit up. David handed him an envelope, he thumbed through the stack of hundred dollar bills.

“Good enough, I will call you when it’s done,”

~ ~ ~ ~

Sarah entered her apartment building with her arms full of groceries. She tried to juggle her keys into the lock.

“Can I help you with that?” a voice asked from behind her.

Sarah was startled and almost dropped the groceries.

“I got it,” Shane said as he caught the bag before it hit the floor.


Sarah slid her keys into the lock and opened the door. She stepped inside and set the bag down on the table. She turned back to the door to accept the other grocery bag from Shane.

“Thanks again,” she said as she set the second bag down.

Shane had one foot inside of the apartment, as she got ready to close the door, he grabbed it and gave it a shove. The door hit Sarah in the face, she stumbled backwards and fell to the floor. Shane quickly entered the apartment, closed the door and flipped the deadbolt.

He stood over her as she tried to register what had just happened. The side of her face was red and her cheek was starting to swell. He grabbed her by the arm and walked her into the bedroom. He pushed her onto the bed and took the backpack he was carrying off of his shoulder.

“What do you want?” Sarah asked.

“Right now, for you to be quiet,” he pulled out a handful of large zip ties, a roll of duct tape and some nylon rope.

He took off her shoes and socks, zip tied her ankles together. Then removed her jacket and zip tied her wrists together. He laid her in the center of the bed, tying her arms above her head to the headboard and her feet security to the footboard.

Shane started looking through her things, opening drawers and rummaging around.

“So, what did a nice looking woman like you do, that pissed someone off enough to send me here?” he asked.

“It’s in the top right drawer, under the clothes,”

Shane stopped, turned to face her, and grinned. He went over to the drawer and opened it. Reaching under the pairs of panties he pulled out a disk.

“This?” he held up the disk.

“Yes, that’s it,”

Shane took the disk into the living room, he sat at her desk, inserted the disk into her laptop and watched.

Sarah laid on the bed trying to wrap her mind around what was happening. Her face throbbed and no matter how she moved she couldn’t get out of the zip ties.

“Well you’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?”

Sarah looked over at the bedroom door, Shane was lighting a cigarette. He took a long drag, then exhaled. He opened his backpack and took out a knife.

Shane walked around the bed running the knife up and down her body. He stood at the foot of the bed and ran the tip of the knife along the bottom of her foot. She tried not to squirm. He smiled at her, and pushed the tip of the knife slightly into her foot.

She clenched her jaw trying not to yell out. He pulled the knife back and a trickle of blood ran down her foot. He set the knife down on the dresser and got on the bed. Straddling her hips, he slid his hands around her neck and began to squeeze. She squirmed and thrashed beneath him.

He kept squeezing, she stopped moving. He lowered his head to her chest, she was still breathing.

“Good,” he kissed her on the forehead and got off of her.

Shane worked quickly, untying her and undressing her. He stretched out her arms, and legs tying them to each of the bed posts. He went into the kitchen found a bottle of Jack, sat at her desk and watched the video again.

~ ~ ~ ~

Shane stood in the doorway to Sarah’s bedroom and looked her over.

“Have you watched it?” he asked her.

“What?” she looked over at him.

“Did you watch that video?”

Sarah let out a sigh. “No,”

Shane walked over to the bed, he put his hand on her lower abdomen. He gave it a light push.

“How long?”

Sarah looked up at him, she couldn’t hold back the tears. “Almost four months,”

Shane nodded and untied the ropes. “You need to see the video,”

Sarah sat up, he handed her the bathrobe off of the chair next to the closet. They went into the living room, Sarah sat at her desk. Shane reached over and clicked play.

Sarah watch as the video showed her living room, then it walked down the hall. A hand pushed the bathroom door open and zoomed in on the shower curtain that was slightly open. It was Sarah showering, then David’s voice spoke in a hush on the video.

“It’s all for you Vanessa, all for you,”

The camera moved sporadically for a second then it was pointing down at David stroking his cock.

Saying “It’s all for you,” over and over again.

His breath quickening till he moaned and recorded himself coming. While watching Sarah shower.

“What the fuck!”

“My thoughts exactly. There’s more,” Shane drug the cursor to the last five minutes of the video.

Sarah felt something cold on her cheek, she reached up to wipe it away. There was nothing there.

“Sarah, Saarrraah, Sarah!” Shane shouted.

Her eyes opened, she was still tied to the bed, naked. Shane was tapping the blade of the knife on her cheek.

“There you are, was starting to wonder if you were going to come back around,”

Shane took off his t-shirt and unbuttoned his jeans. He stood next to the head of the bed and ran the knife along Sarah’s neck, down to her collarbone. He swiped the knife along her shoulder leaving a shallow cut.


Shane swiped again leaving a cut along her breast bone.

“Fuuuck!” she screamed.

Shane made another swipe down her side and across her stomach. Sarah’s mouth fell open but no sound was made. Her breathing became shallow and labored. Shane moved to the foot of the bed, he put the knife down on the dresser and crawled up on the bed.

He kneeled between her legs and ran his hands up her thighs. He slid his jeans down and stroked his cock.

“Do you know how much you are worth to me dead?” he asked while still stroking his now hard cock.

Sarah shook her head. He moved up and laid on top of her, he whispered in her ear.

“Ten thousand dollars,”

Shane sat up thrusting his cock into her as he grabbed her by the neck and squeezed. She thrashed around under him. He kept squeezing and fucking her, as her last breath left her, he came.

Shane called David.

“It’s done, meet me at The Royal Flesh,”

“Don’t forget the video,” David said.

~ ~ ~ ~

Detective James Andrews stood in the small one bedroom apartment on the northside of town.

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

“Female, 30 years old, 5’4″ tall, weight 130 pounds, Sarah Fenton, according to her licence. Found here in her home, strangled, sexually assaulted, and laid out on the bed, ” the officer stated.

“Who found her?”

“Landlord a Mark Williams, came by to ask her about rent, because she was five days late.”

Detective Andrews entered the bedroom.



Question of the Hour: Why do you write?

A little something I put together, shining a light on a few authors I enjoy. -Megan 💙


13576661_10209284812134426_298759325176091860_oI asked this question knowing that I would get a variety of answers, however I don’t think I can answer this question of myself. Maybe I could someday but writing and ‘being a writer’ is a new concept for me. Yes, I wrote in High School, and College, but the choice to write on purpose, when I don’t need to is different. I’ve been doing this for three years now and it’s been a learning experience to say the least. Whether it’s Edna’s Kitchen or Detective Stories with Detective James Andrews I try to keep in mind that I write for myself, I write the content and stories that I want to read.

Here are some others that chose to be writers and their words of wisdom when asked: Why do you write?

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Seasons of Change -Part 3


“Are you going to the hospital?” Stella asked turning over and watching James get ready for work.

“Yeah, going to stop by before going in, see how John is doing,”

“Still nothing from his family?”

“Nope best I could find was a distant cousin that didn’t have a clue,”

“Well take a scarf it’s going to snow today,”

James leaned over the bed and kissed Stella on the cheek. On his way out the door he grabbed the navy blue scarf from the front closet and tossed it around his neck. The air had a definite bite to it this morning, even with the sun shining and the sky a bright blue. James could feel the approaching snowstorm in the distance, as he got into his car and drove to the hospital.

“Back again Detective?” Nurse Miller asked as James signed into the ICU.

“Yep, any change with him?”

“Nope, he’s still the same,”

James walked down the hallway to room 5, he lightly knocked on the door and then entered. Detective John Keen laid on the bed, lost in a coma since being hit by a speeding SUV three weeks ago. James pulled a chair up to John’s bedside and took a seat.
“How’s it going John, you know it’s almost Thanksgiving, and Stella says it will finally snow today,”

James took a deep breath and looked at John.

“I see they finally got around to shaving that sad excuse of a beard for you, Oh John I do hope that you wake up soon, I hate seeing you this way,”

James patted John’s arm as he got up to leave, he put the chair back against the wall and left room 5.

~ ~ ~ ~

James entered the downtown precinct around 9am.

“Morning Sir,” Officer Roberts said.

“Morning,” James said reaching for the pen to sign in for the day.

“Sir,” Officer Roberts held out a slip of paper.


“Yes Sir, just came in,”

James took the slip of paper, glanced at it, turned and headed back out the door. James sat in his car looking at the slip of paper.

It’s to fucking early for this.

As James pulled up in front of The Downtown Outreach Center, snowflakes started to lightly cover his windshield.

“Of course,” he mumbled getting out of the car. As he made his way up to the entrance of the building someone caught his eye.

“What are you doing out here?” he asked, Detective Daniel Hayes who was in the middle of a conversation with a distraught looking older lady wearing a pink cardigan.

“Excuse me, for a moment,” Daniel told the lady.

“Morning to you to James, I got a call from an old buddy of mine,” Daniel said walking over to James.

“So what’s the deal?” James asked lighting a cigarette and offering Daniel one.

“The Outreach Center serves breakfast to the homeless folks in the area at 8am,” he said taking a cigarette and lighting it.

“When the volunteer staff came in this morning to set up they found one Special Agent Thomas Ridge dead in the lobby,”

“Fuck,” James said taking a long drag of his cigarette.

“Figured I would get some info before the feds take over,”

“How long till they get here?”

“They will be here by 11am,”

James finished his cigarette and headed up to the doors. Thomas Ridge’s body was laying in the middle of the lobby. James walked around it looking over the area, he slipped a pair of gloves on and looked over the body.

No visible gunshots, or stab wounds, nothing on or around the neck or back of the head.

James ran his finger in between the bodies lips, they were a slight shade of blue with some light bleeding of the gums.

“Hey, get a photo of this,” James asked the crime scene photographer.

“And his hands, especially his nails,” James instructed getting up, taking off his gloves and heading back out to the entrance.

“Well that’s a mess, have fun with the feds,” James said heading back out to his car.

“Where are you going?” Daniel asked.

“To the office, need to find someone,”

*to be continued*

Ribs and Sauce


Larry fumbled the keys dropping them to the floor.

“Why do we have to do this here?” Dave asked shifting the two bags of take out in his arms.

“Because no one understands,” Larry answered as he bent down to pick up the keys. He slid the key into the lock.

‘Click’ he opened the door. The two men entered the small rundown apartment. Dave set the two bags of take out down on a small kitchen table that was just to the right of the door. Larry found the switch and flipped the light on. Something scurred across the floor and down the hall.

“Well that’s disturbing,” Dave said taking a seat at the table.

“He doesn’t eat much,” Larry said heading into the kitchen and opening the fridge. He pulled out two bottles of beer, grabbed the roll of paper towels off the counter and took a seat across from Dave.

“Ready?” Larry asked handing Dave a beer.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Dave answered using the bottle opener on his keychain to pop the top off of his beer. Larry handed him his bottle and Dave popped the cap off and handed it back.

“Cheers,” Larry said holding up his beer.

“Cheers,” Dave said knocking his beer against Larry’s.

Larry started laying out containers of food, baby back ribs, Texas beef brisket, Georgia pork, baked beans and coleslaw. The last container was tall and round, it contained the sweetest, richest barbecue sauce this side of the Mississippi. Larry carefully removed the plastic lid from the styrofoam container and inhaled deeply.

“Mmmm…take a whiff,”

Dave leaned over the table and smelled the warm sweet sauce.

“Smells like my Aunt Dee’s kitchen back in Tulsa,”

Larry picked it up and poured it slowly over the baby back ribs, the Texas beef brisket and the Georgia pork.


“We don’t need plates just dig in,” Larry said handing Dave a fork and a paper towel.

Dave stabbed his fork into the container of Texas beef brisket, and slid the dripping piece of meat into his mouth. It was tender, juicy and sweet.


Larry smiled, “Good isn’t it?”

Dave chewed, swallowed and answered, “Very,”

Larry picked up a rib and chewed the meat off of the bone, he then sucked the juice from the bare bone. Slurping and sucking the barbecue sauce off of his fingers as he ate. Dave gave up on using his fork, he picked up a piece of Georgia pork and dipped it into the barbecue sauce, drenching his fingertips in the sweet sauce. He dropped the piece of pork into his mouth, dripping sauce down his chin. He sucked the sauce off of the tender piece of pork before devouring it.

“You missed some,” Larry said reaching across the table and running his fingers along Dave’s chin. He wiped the sauce up with his fingers and then licked them off.

“Thanks,” Dave said as he started chewing on a rib.

After many minutes of silent slurping, licking and gulping Dave asked,

“So why can’t you eat like this at home?’

Larry put down the rib bone he had sucked dry, licked his fingers off and looked across the table at Dave.

“Because after seven years of marriage my dear Tina Marie has declared herself and our home vegan, forcing me to eat here in this dump,”

“Can I get another one?” Dave asked holding up the empty bottle.

“Yeah, help yourself,”

Dave got up and made his way into the kitchen, opened the fridge and pulled out two bottles of beer. He popped the caps and set one down in front of Larry.

“Thanks,” Larry said taking a pull from the bottle. Dave gave him a nod as he took his seat, he sipped on his beer sitting back and looking at the mess of bones, sauce and meat that covered the small table.

“So are we going to get to why you invited me here?”

Larry stopped eating and sat back in his chair, he took a sip of his beer, giving Dave a slight smile.

“Are you saying that I invited you for more than just your company with dinner?”

“Yes, I do think that you invited me for more than just dinner,” Dave took a long drink of his beer.

Larry put his beer down, stood up and walked over to Dave. Larry put two fingers into the tall container of barbecue sauce and held his hand in front of Dave’s mouth. Dave opened his mouth and Larry slid his fingers into his mouth and he sucked the sauce off of them. Dave stood up in front of Larry, Dave dipped his fingers into the container of barbecue sauce and smeared the sauce across Larry’s mouth. Larry grabbed Dave’s hand and licked the remaining sauce off of Dave’s fingers. Dave leaned in and ran his tongue along Larry’s lips, licking off the sweet barbecue sauce.

“Mmm…” Larry moaned and moved back. Dave unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, laying it across the chair behind him. Larry removed his t-shirt tossing it on the coffee table behind him, and picked up the tall container of barbecue sauce off of the table. Larry poured the remaining sauce across Dave’s collarbone and watched it run down his chest. Larry moved towards Dave grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him towards him. Larry pressed his lips against Dave’s and Dave parted his lips, allowing Larry’s tongue to plunge deep into his mouth. Dave kissed him back deeply, as the sweet sticky sauce smeared between them. Larry broke off the kiss and gently pushed on Dave’s shoulders.

Dave dropped to his knees in front of Larry, running his hands up the back of his legs and across the front of his pants. Rubbing his hand along the bulge in his pants. Larry let out a moan, unbuttoning, unzipping and dropping his pants along with his boxers to his ankles. Dave stroked Larry’s hard thick cock, sliding it into his mouth and gently sucking. Larry let out a moan and tangled his fingers in Dave’s hair, while pushing deeper into his mouth. Dave moaned and sucked harder, running his hand up and down Larry’s shaft.

“Fuck,” Larry said as he came, Dave swallowed and continued to suck till Larry pushed him away. Dave took his seat at the table and finished off his beer. Larry pulled up his pants and wandered into the kitchen, he opened the freezer pulling out a frosted bottle of Jack Daniels. Larry twisted off the cap and took a long pull from the bottle. Larry sat back down at the table and handed Dave the bottle. Dave took a drink and handed it back.

“Shower?” Larry asked taking another drink from the bottle.

“Yeah,” Dave answered looking down at the drying smeared barbecue sauce, that coated his chest and stomach. Larry led the way into the bathroom and started the shower. They striped and steped into the warm water. Larry picked up a bar of soap and started to lather up, he faced Dave and began lathering up his chest. Larry ran his soapy hands across Dave’s chest and down his body, taking his time to rub Dave’s throbbing cock. Larry turned around, placed his hands on the shower wall and bent slightly forward. Dave moved in behind him and slid his cock into him, Larry moaned and Dave pushed further into him. Gently moving back and forth fucking him till Dave couldn’t stand it any longer and came deep inside him.

They finished showering, dried off and got dressed. Larry closed the empty containers, putting them into the trash and cleaning off the table. They left the apartment, Larry locked the door, tossed the garbage into the dumpster outside and got into his 97’ Honda civic and drove away. While Dave started walking up Bridgewater Street towards his apartment on 10th and Noble. Dave unlocked the door to his apartment, made his way into the bedroom, changed his clothes and crawled into bed.

“Late night?” Karen asked turning over to face him.

“Yep,” Dave answered. He kissed her on the forehead turned over and went to sleep.

Question of the Hour: Why do you stream?

This is a little different which is why I posted it to my other WordPress page, but I like sharing so, here it is. *My journalism background showing* Megan 💙


11257993_10206334562860038_3292331318221767486_nIt was fall of 2015 when I was introduced to a new streaming service called Beam. I hung out on streams and modded for a few friends, I even gave streaming a try once, it wasn’t really my thing. But I did enjoy being a part of other streaming communities.

As all things do everyday life took over shortly after, it has only been in the last six months that I have gotten back to watching and participating in streaming communities on what is now Mixer and Twitch. I became part of Constantly Calibrating’s ( https://twitter.com/ConCalPod ) community because of their E3 coverage, and a recommendation from a friend. A question came up recently and it peaked my curiosity so I figured I would ask a handful of streamers that I enjoy watching on both Mixer and Twitch; Why do you stream?   

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Detective James Andrews looked down at the slip of paper, that he held in his hand. He took a drag of his cigarette and mumbled to himself.

Why am I out here

The wind screamed through the surrounding trees, causing a cascade of yellow and orange leaves. James glanced at the clock on the dash, 8:05 PM, he turned the key back and stepped out into the chilly air.

It had better not snow

He thought as he pulled his coat tight and flipped up his collar. He made his way to the tall rod iron gate and found that it was slightly ajar. Pushing the gate open just enough for him to enter the Stony Hill Cemetery, one of the oldest cemeteries in the area, the last of its residence were buried in the late seventies.

“Detective,” a male voice said from behind James.

James turned around and faced the strangers voice.

“I assume you are the one that left me this rather cryptic note,” James said.

The man moved closer his face pale, with dark circles under his eyes. When he spoke James got a whiff of the alcohol on his breath.

“I need to tell someone…I haven’t been able to sleep since that night,”

“Since what night?” James asked keeping his distance.

“Since the night…we killed Marco Bishop,”

“Would you like to explain that statement, maybe somewhere warmer, how about Mac’s Diner?”

“Sure but not Mac’s do you know Henry’s?”

“Yeah that’s the one out on Riverside right?”


They made their way back to the main gate of Sony Hill Cemetery and drove out to Henry’s Bar & Grill.

~ ~ ~ ~

“So do you have a name?” James asked as they walked into Henry’s.

“Huh…oh yeah,” he cleared his throat then answered.

“Detective John Keen,” John extended his hand and James gave him a quick shake.

James rubbed his hands together, as they took a seat at a booth towards the back of the restaurant.

“At least it’s warm in here,”

“Welcome to Henry’s, what can I get you to drink?” a perky young brunette with curly hair asked as she set down two menus.

“Two coffee’s to start, thanks,” James said.

~ ~ ~ ~

“Ok, explain yourself, Detective Keen,” Jame said finishing off his bacon cheeseburger, taking a sip of his coffee and leaning back.

John finished his burger, cleared his throat and took a sip of his coffee.

“Detective Josephine Marks and I had been watching Marco for a few weeks, the plan was to gain access to his apartment and arrest him, but it didn’t work out that way,” John sat back and took another sip of coffee.

“So what went wrong?’

“Fucker had a heart condition, I tased him and he died,”

“Who’s idea was it to move him?”

“Fucking, Special Agent Thomas Ridge’s” John replied.

“The FBI was in on this?”

“Apparently Detective Marks and Agent Ridge had plans that I was unaware of at the time,”

“Two things, why bring this up now and what do you want out of it?”

“Josephine and Thomas are in the wind, they were having an affair before all this went down with Marco, all I want is to clear my name officially and get back to work,”

“So you want to make a formal statement to the DA?”

“Yes, I wasn’t sure who was handling Marco’s case, hence the anonymous tip, can you help me?”

“I can make a few calls, but I suggest that you give up the bottle and go to a meeting, before you sit down with the DA,” James said flipping over the tab and tossing a twenty on the table.

“Can I drop you off somewhere?” James asked as the left Henry’s.

“No, I am going to walk this off, maybe hit the 10pm meeting out at the community center,”

James fished out his card from his coat pocket and handed it to John.

“Give me a call on Tuesday, we’ll see what we can figure out,”

John nodded and started walking back towards the center of town.

~ ~ ~ ~

John lit a cigarette as he left the community center. He had finished his third consecutive AA meeting in two days. He was heading towards the downtown precinct to catch up with James when he heard the squealing of tires from behind him. John instinctively turned towards the sound, the speeding black SUV struck him tossing him into the air. His limp body fell back, onto the cold asphalt as onlookers called 911.

~ ~ ~ ~

“Mail call,” Officer Roberts said as he handed James a large manila envelope.


James opened the envelope and pulled out a police file with a note attached on top.



As a precaution this is my statement and all the info I have on the Marco case.

I know Josephine and Thomas screwed me over in all of this.

I’m trying to do the right thing.



“Detective Andrews you have a call on line 2,”

James picked up the phone.

“This is Detective Andrews,”

“Hello, this is nurse Rebecca Miller from the Community Hospital, we have a Mr. John Keen in ICU, he had your card on him,”

“So you figured you would find out why,”

“Yes, Sir, we can’t find any listing of next of kin,”

“How is he?”

“He’s in a coma Sir,”

“Thank you for the call, I’ll see if I can find any family in the area and get back to you,”

James hung up the phone and took a deep breath.


Quite Contrary


Act 1

Bradley Russell Thompson lived in the little town of Lime Springs Iowa. Brad as he was called by his friends and family, wasn’t much to look at, sporting an average height of 5’ 8”, while being slightly overweight, he never called much attention to himself. He wiped the steam from the bathroom mirror with his forearm and set to combing his thin brown hair, that barely touched his ears. He could never do anything with it, it just laid on top of his head, like a handful of straw. He brushed his teeth, then took a seat on the edge of the tub and began his daily ritual of rubbing lotion into his feet, legs, hands and arms. He had taken a job out at the Henderson’s ranch, he was a good worker, obedient, helpful and when asked he stayed late. Now Brad was approaching his 22 birthday and his parents, Joan and Norman Thompson, decided that Brad needed to leave the nest. He hadn’t graduated from High School, choosing to work the Henderson’s ranch instead of studying. Since he had been working for close to four years now out at the ranch, Joan and Norman felt that it was time for him to venture out on his own. So on July 1st Brad set out to find a place to rent, now being that Lime Springs is such a small town, he headed east over the river to the town of Pioneer which was slightly more populated. He found an ad advertising a room for rent, $300 a month utilities included.

Mary and Henry Richardson had, had a hard year, in Pioneer Iowa. They owned a nice small three bedroom home on the northside of town, one that they had bought before things got tight and Mary had lost her job, due to downsizing in the retail industry. Henry made decent money as an assistant manager in the agriculture industry, his position was made up of phone calls, purchase orders and handling the daily routines of the staff. After getting through the first part of an abnormally hot summer on not very much, Mary and Henry decided to place an ad in the local daily paper.

Room for Rent

$300 a month

Utilities included

They had crunched the numbers, figuring that having a little help covering the mortgage would ease the burden while Mary looked for work.

Act 2

Upon meeting Brad, Mary and Henry found him to be a normal enough person, he had a steady job, cash in hand and kept to himself. In Mary’s mind this was a temporary solution, and as soon as she could get back to work it would just be the two of them once again. Brad moved in and for the first three months everything ran smoothly. Henry and Brad would go to work, Mary looked for a job and kept up on the house work. When September rolled around the temperature at night started to drop, prompting Mary to want to clean the baseboard heaters that ran throughout the house, as well as clean, shut and cover the windows. In trying to save money she didn’t see the point in running the heat if it was just going out the windows. So one chilly day in mid September she got out her rags and broom and began working her way through the house. When she got to the spare bedroom, Brad’s room, that was situated towards the back of the house she was taken aback at the state of the room. The room that she had cleaned and set up and was willing to rent out. Was full of trash, everything from empty fast food containers, to half empty cans of beer, and dirty laundry. The foul smell of grease, stale beer and farm animals hit her, she closed the door and let out a sigh. A polite discussion of please remove the trash form in front of the heaters ensued that evening and Mary was able to check the heat registers and cover one of the bedroom windows the next day.

Brad enjoyed taking long showers, usually at the most inopportune times. Which prompted Mary to wonder what one dose in the shower for forty-five minutes. Hell, she timed herself once and she did everything she needed to do and it only took twenty minutes. Part of her didn’t want to know what took him so long, it made her shudder considering it. Also she found strange things in the bathroom after Brad had showered, one day it was an unopened bottle of water, left on the shelf with the soap in the shower, the other day it was multiple sets of headphones, just left on the countertop. And his inability to do laundry regularly had left a grimy odor filled bath towel, that may have been white at one time. Brad also had a habit of eating all the leftovers during the night. This ritual occurred each night after Mary and Henry had turned everything off for the evening and retired to their bed. Mary would get up the next morning to make coffee and find a sinkful of dishes, consisting of last night’s leftover containers, and an empty ketchup bottle. Brad put ketchup on everything, he also crushed up Cheetos and Doritos in a bowl and added milk to it. Mary knows all this because she has to clean up the mess left each night, she is also one that plans meals and buys the food, since Brad never buys groceries, only fast food and beer.

Act 3                       

During the third week of November Mary landed herself a part-time job at Frank’s Diner, she worked the dinner shift 4pm to 9pm. Which left her with very little time to see Henry since he worked 8am to 5pm, she took what she could get. Even a thankless minimum wage, sometimes tips, on her feet, the whole time, waitressing job. Mary still got up at 6am every morning to make coffee, clean the kitchen and start laundry, before walking the half mile to Frank’s to run a five hour dinner shift. Then Henry would pick her up a little after 9pm, they would go home and collapse into bed, grasping at sleep so that they could do it all again the next day.

It was a bitterly cold day in mid January when Mary got up at 6am as usual, made coffee, cleaned the kitchen and started the laundry. On this particular day she had a smile on her face and a spring in her step. Mary had made a nice dinner and a dessert the night before, she looked at the empty leftover containers in the sink and giggled to herself. Brad got up as usual, showered and left for work a little after 8am. As he was helping shovel out one of the barns on the southside of the Henderson’s ranch he suddenly felt light headed. His chest felt tight and he became nauseous, he stumbled forward and fell face first into the snowbank.

By mid March Mary had cleaned out the spare bedroom and decorated it as her crafts and sewing room. She had also earned herself a full-time position at Frank’s Diner as head hostess.      

  *this is a work of fiction*