Sunday Morning ☀️


I was wondering why my numbers were so off from last months free ebook giveaway on Amazon, it’s because I forgot to let all of you know that it was going on. So in light of my in ability to advertise correctly I am adding a few more days.

Some of Edna’s Kitchen ebook cookbooks free September 8th-10th

And erotic short stories ebooks free September 10th & 11th.

As always I appreciate you all. -Megan 💙


Friday Flashback- Silent Observer


Silent Observer 

I know I shouldn’t but I can’t help myself. I think about you, I think about what I want to do to you, what I want you to do to me. I daydream, I fantasize, I enjoy myself while wishing that you were here with me…kissing me, touching me, fucking me. 

Jack turned the handwritten note over, he raised it to his nose, it had a light scent to it. A familiar scent that he tried to pull the name of from the back of his memory. It was no use he couldn’t place the scent. The front door opened, Jack quickly tucked the note into his jeans pocket.

“Are you going to help me or just stand there?” Karen asked as she was balancing two full bags of groceries in her arms.

“Yeah, let me get that.” Jack said as he took the bags from her.

“How was your day?” Karen asked while they put the groceries away.

“Good, I’m almost done grading finals, can’t wait till break.”

“How does stir fry sound for dinner?” She asked.

“Sounds good, I’m going to get back to it, let me know when dinner is ready.” He said giving her a kiss on the cheek.

Jack sat in his office staring at the handwritten note that he had found mixed in with the days mail. He took a deep breath, at least he had been home and found it and not Karen. He wanted to pass it over as just a prank from a student. He closed his eyes and thought about the students that had been in his English 200 classes this semester at the Community College. No one stood out to him, he read the note again.

“Dinners ready.” Karen said as she passed the office door.

“OK, thanks.” Jack said getting up to put the note inside one of the many books on his shelf. He ran his finger over the spines of a shelf of books, stopping at a hardback copy of The Most Dangerous Book: The Battle for James Joyce’s Ulysses, he flipped the book open noted the page number and slid the note inside and put the book back.

As the last week of classes were drawing to an end Jack hadn’t given the note any more thought. Till he was sitting at his desk going through the papers he had collected from the week, when a pale blue envelope stuck between two papers caught his eye.

He picked it up, holding it to his nose. The same familiar scent filled his nose, he turned it over and opened it.

Before it comes to an end…I want you to know. I want you to know that since the beginning I have watched you. Followed you…fantasized about you. Aren’t you curious…don’t you want to know? Thursday 3pm Room 146 Please come…I need you to know.

Jack stood around the corner from room 146 he glanced at the clock in the hallway, it read 2:55pm. He waited and watched only one person entered room 146 at 3:02pm.

Oh my god…it’s Alice. 

Jack took in the realization that it was Alice, cute, helpful, sweet, thirtysomething, divorcee that came back to finish getting her Associates Degree.


 He opened the door to room 146.

“Hello.” He said closing the door behind him.

Alice dressed in a pair of black capris, a white sleeveless top and a pair of sandals was standing in front of the oversized oak desk that sat at the front of the classroom.

“I wasn’t sure you would come.”

“Let’s say curiosity got the better of me.”

Jack pushed the lock button on the door handle and made his way over to Alice. Her long dark hair was pulled back into a low ponytail. Jack stood in front of her, he ran his hand up her bare arm, reached behind her head and pulled the elastic band from her hair. He ran his fingers through her loose hair, and leaned in kissing her on the cheek. He took a second to breath in her scent the same one that was haunting him from the notes. He moved back from her.

“What is that scent? It seems so familiar.”

“It’s Lily of the Valley.” Alice answered, moving into him, she wrapped her arms around his waist and kissing him gently on the lips.

Jack pulled her closer to him and kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth, kissing her deeply. Alice let out a soft moan and kissed him back.

They were startled by the doorknob being rattled.

“I’m not sure that we should do this here.” Jack said.

“You maybe right, so my place?”

Jack smiled and kissed her again.

~ ~ ~ ~

Jack parked his 95’ Ford Mustang in the parking lot of the small apartment complex off of Northridge and Third Street. He didn’t frequent this side of town much, hell the last time he came this far south was to pick up some lumber from Hanson’s Hardware when they were re-doing the deck two summers ago.

Alice got out of her 82’ Honda Civic and tapped on Jack’s window.

“Are you still in?” She asked.

Jack nodded and exited his car. They walked across the parking lot and up to entrance C, Alice unlocked the door and they entered the building. She opened her mailbox grabbing the stack of flyers and bills.

“This way.” 

They walked down the hall to apartment 2, Alice opened the door, flipped the light on and tossed the mail along with her keys on to the small table by the door.

“It’s not much but it’s mine for now.”


“Can I get you a drink?”

“Sure, whatever your having.”

Alice opened the fridge and pulled out two beers.

“Good enough?” She asked popping the tops off.

“Yeah, thanks.” 

Jack took a long pull of the beer. 

“Come make yourself comfortable.” Alice said moving into the living room, and taking a seat on the couch. Jack joined her on the couch, sitting his beer down on the end table.

Alice took off her top, her white lace bra accenting her firm breasts. She kicked off her sandals and straddle Jack’s lap. She ran her fingers through his hair and kissed his neck, she moved her hips back and forth against him. He kissed her gently squeezing her breasts, she reached back and unclasped her bra letting it fall to the floor. He ran his tongue over her hard pink nipple before latching on and sucking. 

Alice let out a moan and ran her hand down to Jack’s crotch, rubbing his cock through his jeans. She kissed him deeply, then moved off of his lap. She stood in front of him, slipped out of her capris and white lace panties.

“Nice.” Jack breathed taking in her body and nicely shaved mound.

“Join me.” She said grabbing her beer and heading into the bedroom.

Jack finished off his beer, got up and followed her into the bedroom. Alice laid on her stomach in the middle of the queen sized bed. Jack stripped, and laid down next to her. He ran his fingers along her back and over her ass, he kissed the back of her neck as he slid his fingers in between her legs.

“Mmmm.” She moaned, spreading her legs apart. Jack ran his fingers along her pussy, then slid two finger into her.

“Fuck.” Alice breathed as she adjusted her hips up to allow his fingers to thrust deeper. She found Jack’s mouth kissing him.

He moved his hand and turned over onto his back, Alice got up on her knees and leaned over him. Stroking his cock, she slipped her mouth over the tip and let him slide into her mouth. Sucking harder as she ran her hands over his balls and gently squeezed.

“Fuck.” Jack said as he ran his hands through her hair. She continued to suck till she could taste his pre-cum. Alice sat up and straddled Jack’s hips. She looked him in the eye.


“Yes.” He answered grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her in for a kiss. Alice slowly sank onto his cock, moving her hips back and forth, while looking him in the eye.

“Fuck.” Jack moaned as he grabbed her hips, thrusting deeper into her.


Alice sat up and leaned back, he reached up and grabbed her breasts lightly pinching her nipples as she fucked him. She slid her hand down to her pussy and rubbed her clit as she rode his cock. Jack moved his hands down to her hips, he tightened his grip around her and flipped her onto her back.

“Damn.” She breathed as he pushed into her. He stopped for a second and leaned down, kissing her deeply. He moved down her body leaving a trail of light kisses over her breasts down her stomach to her pussy. Jack pushed her legs apart, kissing her inner thigh, making his way to her pussy. He slid his tongue into her, tasting her. Running his tongue over her clit.

“Fuck.” Alice yelled, as she pushed him deeper into her. Her breathing quickened as she came from his tonguing.

“Mmmm.” he moaned as he licked up her juices. He moved up to her mouth, she kissed him tasting herself on his lips.

“Fuck me.” She whispered.

~ ~ ~ ~

“Is that you?” Karen asked from the kitchen as Jack closed the front door.

“Yeah, how was your day?” He said heading towards the kitchen.

“It was fine, what’s that for?” Karen asked as Jack put down a small silver gift bag.

“It’s just a little something for you.” He said giving her a quick kiss on the cheek.

Karen turned down the stove to simmer and picked up the gift bag. She opened the top and pulled out a small bottle of perfume.

“Lily of the Valley?” She said giving her wrist a quick spritz. She smelled it.

“Nice, thank you.” She said giving him a kiss on the cheek. 

“Were having beef stew for dinner, it will be ready in a few.”    






The Bag

For some reason this is getting attention, so I shall share with the class. ☺


20180107_112457The Trail

The trail had gone cold. That was the frustration which James Newton was feeling. He saw the target disappear into the woods but the trail went cold as soon as they hit the rocky cliff. If he had been more steadfast into making the jump down the steep incline, he would’ve had him. He could’ve then bargained for the woman whom they all knew was going to be harder to catch. Five long seconds of indecision and he lost his chance. He knew it. But, he wasn’t as desperate.

James was squatting over his boots and staring down at the muddy trail, squinting for any signs of fresh tracks. The well packed hiking path was smooth as a consequence of the water cascading from the nearby hillsides eroded any signs of footprints in the drenched dirt. He knew they were close. He could feel it. Maybe it wasn’t…

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Mr. Jones & Room 14


Mr. Jones

Brian Nelson lit his third cigarette, sitting in his station wagon parked across the street from the WestSide Motel. He read the sign advertising ‘clean rooms and free HBO’ All they need now is hourly rates available. 

He laughed to himself as he took a long drag, he flipped open the box of Valentine’s Day candy he had bought for his wife, he took one of the chocolates and tossed it into his mouth. Mmmm…orange cream.

The door to room 14 opened and two people emerged into the chilly night. His wife Jennifer, and her boss Robert they kissed goodbye and got into separate cars.

Brian followed her home, thinking about their marriage, the time spent together building a future. All for her to just throw it away. He wanted to confront her, he wanted to kill her. 

He sat in the driveway of their nice two story home. Letting the anger wash over him. Running what he wanted to say to her, what he wanted to do to her. He ate another piece of chocolate, mmmm…dark chocolate.    

Valentine’s Day A Year Later

“Secret admirer?” Officer Roberts asked handing Detective James Andrews a red heart shaped box, wrapped with a white ribbon.

“Not likely,” James said taking the box, setting it down on the desk in front of him.

James pulled the white ribbon that made a bow around the box. He slid the top of the box up, lifting it off.

“What the…” James pushed back from his desk standing up. 

“Get a crime scene kit up here,” He ordered.

James slid a pair of gloves on and picked up the lid, turning it over in his hand. There was a white envelope fixed to the inside of the lid. He gently pulled it off and opened it.

Detective Andrews,

Now that I have your undivided attention, I have a mystery for you to solve. This is Cherry, or at least this is Cherry’s heart.

‘You don’t have to put on the red light

Those days are over

You don’t have to sell your body to the night’ 

You can call me Mr. Jones

“Fuck,” James said to the room.

~ ~ ~ ~

A station wagon with faux wood paneling, came to a crawl beside Cherry as she strolled down High Street.

“Do you want to party?” she asked leaning into the passenger window.

“Yes,” the driver answered leaning over to open the door for her.

“What’s your name sweetie?”

“You can call me Cherry,”

“Ok, you can call me Mr. Jones,” the driver said heading down High Street and turning onto the highway.

~ ~ ~ ~   

St. Patrick’s Day 

“Detective Andrews,” James answered the phone.

“Sir, there’s a delivery out front for you,”

“Ok, give me a minute,”

James walked up front and signed for the package, not giving it much thought and took it back to his desk. Picking up a pair of scissors and opening the small brown box, he opened the top flap, the odor hit him, that distinct aroma of decomp. Stopped him in his tracks.

“Fuck, can I get a crime scene kit?” 

“Another one, Sir?” Officer Roberts asked.

“Looks like it,” James handed him a copy of the note that was with the package.

Detective Andrews,

This one, this one was pure joy, I’ll give you a ‘hand’ in her identity.

‘Polly wants a cracker

Maybe she would like some food

She asks me to untie her

A chase would be nice for a few’

Mr. Jones

“Well that’s all sorts of fucked up, Sir,”

“Yes it is, hopefully they can pull some prints,”

~ ~ ~ ~

“Sir, the prints are back from the second package,” Officer Robert’s said handing James the file.

“About time,”

He thumbed through the report. Partial print from left index finger, identified as Stacy Dean age 22, 5’ 6” brunette, green eyes, reported missing March 18 th.

It was raining pretty steadily by the time Stacy clocked out of work at the Everyday Food’s Grocery Store. She tucked her bag under her arm, wrapped her jacket tightly around herself, and headed towards the bus stop at the other end of the parking lot.

“Hey, would you like a ride?” a male voice asked from a station wagon.

Stacy eyed the driver, he was older, kinda looked like one of her teachers from the community college. She was cold, wet and it was getting late. 

“Sure, if you don’t mind,” she said getting into the station wagon.     

~ ~ ~ ~


“Sir, there’s another package for you,” Officer Roberts said.

“Take it downstairs, I’ll be there in a few,” James said.

James put on a pair of gloves and carefully opened the egg shaped gift box. He pulled the lid off, expecting the worst. Instead there was some easter grass, with jelly beans, chocolate bunnies and marshmallow peeps in the shape of little chicks. 

“What the fuck,” Jame said as he pulled the envelope from inside the top of the box.

Detective Andrews,

I am very disappointed in your efforts to find me. So I am making this one easy for you, no pieces this time just a picture and address.

‘Hate me

Do it and do it again

Waste me

Rape me, my friend’

You have twenty four hours till Brenda here has a night she will never recover from.

Mr. Jones

James looked at the enclosed polaroid with an address printed on the bottom.

~ ~ ~ ~

Detective James Andrews knocked on the door of room 14 at the WestSide Motel.

“It’s open Detective,” a male voice said from inside.

James carefully opened the door.

“Mr. Jones?” James said as he took a step into room 14.

“That’s far enough Detective,”

Mr. Jones was sitting in a chair positioned a few feet from the door, he was holding a shotgun pointed towards James.

“Where’s Brenda?” James asked.

Mr. Jones tilted his head towards the bed.

“I lack self control, I couldn’t wait, knowing that she would be my last,”

James glanced over towards the bed, all he could see was the side of Brenda’s head peeking out from under the comforter. 

Mr. Jones took the shotgun, placed the barrel under his chin and pulled the trigger. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

~ ~ ~ ~

Mother’s Day

“Mail call,” Officer Robert’s said handing James a large manila envelope.


James opened the envelope and slid out its contents. 

“Ok then,” he said starting with the letter on top.

Detective Andrews,

I feel compelled to tell you my story. Enclosed you will find my journal, and a flash drive.

‘A time to be born, a time to die

A time to plant, a time to reap

A time to kill, a time to heal

A time to laugh, a time to weep’ 

Goodbye, Mr. Jones  


Room 14

Jennifer Nelson and her boss Robert Hayse stood outside of room 14 at the WestSide Motel on Valentine’s Day. Robert unlocked the door and the two of them entered the motel room. Jennifer put down her purse and took off her jacket. Robert stood in front of her, he put his hand on the back of her neck and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back, sliding her tongue into his mouth, he let out a moan. He broke off the kiss and held her to him.

“God I want you,” he breathed into her ear. She kissed his neck, slightly nibbling on him.

“I want you too,” she said, holding him tightly.

They quickly undressed, Robert sat naked on the edge of the bed. Jennifer kneeled down in front of him, taking his cock in her hand and stroking it. She then slid the tip in between her lips and licked. Robert let out a moan and ran his fingers through her hair. 

She slowly took his hard cock into her mouth, letting it slide deep into her throat. As she ran her hand over his balls and gently squeezed.

“Fuck,” escaped his lips, as she moved her head up and down along his shaft.

Jennifer sucked till she could taste his pre-cum dripping on her tonuge. She moved back from him and rubbed his cock in between her bare breasts. Allowing the tip to slip into her open mouth.

“God dammit, Jen, you’re driving me crazy,” Robert gasped in between thrusts.

“Good,” she said standing up in front of him.

He grabbed her hips and pulled her to him. He slid his tongue into her pussy, licking and sucking on her clit. She moved away from him and crawled onto the bed, positioning herself in the middle of the bed on her hands and knees. 

Robert moved behind her, running his hand along her ass and sliding two fingers into her pussy. She let out a moan as he worked his finger inside her, making her wet. He moved his finger up to her clit and rubbed till she started to shudder from the sensation.

“Fuck me, please, fuck me,” she begged.

Robert slid his hard cock into her dripping pussy, moving in and out, teasing her till she screamed.

“Please, please fuck me,” 

He thrusted deep into her, making her pussy tighten around his shaft, he pulled back from her and thrusted again, this time fucking her hard and fast. He grabbed her hips pushing as deep as he could into her, feeling her cum on his cock.

“Fuck, Jen,” he said as he came deep in her.

Robert collapsed onto the bed next to her, pulling her to him and kissing her. Jennifer moved down put her head against his chest and closed her eyes. Both of them laying there in room 14, breathing, letting what had occurred sink in.           


The Light of Day

And now for something completely different. 💙


194fe610df99ca8797d65a893eb6542cA faint light has begun off to the east, creeping its way slowly across the dark fields of wheat and corn. The light reaches the side of a single level ranch style home. There is a small tear in the screen of the kitchen window that has been left open. A lazy, fat horse fly makes his way through the tear and into the kitchen, gliding over the yellow formica countertops, and landing on one of the dark stained cupboard doors with worn brass handles. The morning sun streams through the kitchen window illuminating the clean but worn area. Upon entering the kitchen John rolls up the morning paper and smacks the lazy horsefly, it falls to the countertop and John sweeps it into the trash bin. 

He opens one of the cupboards doors, pulling out a tin of Folgers coffee and goes about filling and starting the Mr. Coffee…

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Five Little Monkeys -Complete




Detective James Andrews took a final drag of his cigarette before tossing it. He took a sip of his coffee as he made his way down the taped off alleyway.

“So why am I out here on a Sunday morning?” James asked Detective Benjamin Knowles. Who was speaking with a uniformed officer in the middle of the alley.

“Good morning James. Nice of you to join us.” Benjamin said making his way over to James.

“So what do we have?” James asked taking another sip of his coffee.

Benjamin opened his notepad. “Female, approximately 5’2” 110 lbs. 25-30 years old. Looks like a drug overdose. She has previous track marks on the inside of her left arm.”

James pulled back the sheet and looked over the pale, skinny woman. “We’ll know more after we run her prints and do a tox screen.” Benjamin said as James covered her back up.


James entered the downtown police precinct at 9 am on Monday morning. “Good morning Sir.” Officer Roberts said as James signed in. “Morning.” James grumbled back. The phone rang as Officer Roberts buzzed James into the office. James took a seat at his desk, there was a folder with a sticky note stuck to the front. ‘Prints back on Sunday’s body’ 

James opened the folder. Cindy Norton 31 previous record of solicitation and drug possession.

“Nice.” James muttered to himself.

Cause of Death:

Overdose of Cocaine trace amounts of Fentanyl.

Personal Possessions:

Tube of lipgloss- strawberry

Cell Phone

$25 in small bills

James closed the folder, getting up to head down to the evidence room to retrieve the cell phone. As he stood up his desk phone buzzed.


“Sir they need you out at Madison Bridge, someone jumped during the morning commute.” Officer Roberts said.

James pulled over putting his car in park, he was in the center of Madison Bridge, one of the two lane bridges that crossed the West River. “What’s the story?” James asked the responding officer as he lit a cigarette. “Darrell Lane 35, stopped in the middle of the bridge at 8:45 am.” Officer Thomas said as he pointed to the dark blue Honda Civic that was abandoned. “Mr. Lane’s personal possessions were left on the passenger’s seat, his wallet, cell phone and keys. He exited his car made his way over to the support post, climbed up and jumped off. According to the witnesses that were stopped behind him.” Officer Thomas said looking at Detective Andrews. James looked over at the abandoned car and then to the support post, he walked over and looked over at the fast moving river below. “Well that’s quite the story.” James said finishing his cigarette. “Any chance they have found his body yet?” “No Sir, they are searching down river for him.” James pulled on a pair of gloves as he looked through Darrell Lane’s car. The wallet, cell phone and keys were neatly laid out on the seat. James opened the glovebox, registration, insurance card, owners manual, and some small odds and ends, including two condoms, three packets of sugar and two packets of hot sauce. James picked up the cell phone, ‘1 new voicemail’ flashed when he turned it on. James played the voicemail. “Monday August 12th at 8:40 am, Five little monkeys jumping on the bed one fell off and broke his neck.” the voice was male with a slight cracking sound, and the sound of a music box playing in the background. James saved the message and put the phone in an evidence bag along with the wallet and keys.

James made his way downstairs to the evidence room. “Afternoon Sir.” Officer Wallace said. “Afternoon, can you get me Cindy Norton’s personal effects. Please.” “Yes Sir, one second.” James drummed his fingers on the counter while he waited for Officer Wallace to return. “Here you are Sir, just sign here.” James signed and took the evidence bag. “Thanks.” James said as he headed back up the stairs.

Detective James Andrews sat at his desk looking through Cindy Norton’s phone, not finding any cryptic messages. “How’s it going?” Detective Benjamin Knowles asked taking a seat. “Honestly it’s getting a bit bizarre.” “Yeah that voicemail was something else, on the plus side they found Darrell Lane’s body, about five miles downstream from the bridge.” Benjamin handed James a file. James sat back and flipped it open. Cause of Death: Broken Neck “That’s creepy.” James said. “Yeah, the medical examiner says it’s from the impact of him hitting the water. He died instantly, no water in his lungs.”


“Been a while since I’ve been on this side of the tracks.” Benjamin said as they drove south on the interstate. “Yeah, I don’t get out to motel row much these days.” James said as they pulled off the interstate and onto the frontage road. During the late eighties a bunch of small motels sprung up along the interstate taking advantage of long haul truckers and travelers. Since then the majority of motel row’s residence are more the drug induced type. Which included Cindy Norton’s last known address at the Southgate Motel room 17. Benjamin retrieved the key from the front desk but it wasn’t necessary, the door was open. James and Benjamin entered the trashed out motel room. “Lovely.” Benjamin said slipping on a pair of gloves. Fast food containers empty soda and beer cans mixed with some clothes littered the room. The red message light was flashing on the phone. James picked up the receiver and pushed zero. “Sunday August 11th 7:15 am, Five little monkeys jumping on the bed one fell off and flew to high.” “Fuck.” James said putting the receiver down. “What’s up?” Benjamin asked stepping out from the bathroom. “Cindy Norton and Darrell Lane are connected somehow.”

James started digging through Cindy and Darrell’s past trying to find a connection, when his desk phone buzzed. “Yes?” “Sir we have another one.” Officer Roberts answered.

“That’s a sight.” James said entering Barbara Stevens master bathroom. “Sir.” Officer Thomas said handing James a handwritten note in an evidence bag. ‘Five little monkeys jumping on the bed one fell off and spilled her blood.’ James looked down at Barbara Stevens naked body laying in the tub of water. Long slashes ran up her arms from her palm to her elbow on both arms. 



“I may have found your connection.” Benjamin said dropping a file in front of James. “Are you going to elaborate or remain cryptic?” James asked opening the file. “Wait a minute these are sealed juvenile records. How did you get these?” 

“Let’s just say I cashed in on a few overdue favors.” Benjamin said giving James a grinn. “OK, so what’s the connection?”

“Cindy Norton, Darrell Lane and Barbara Stevens were all residence of the same foster home from 1990-1998. One state funded and run by a Mrs. Olivia Davis.” Benjamin said leaning back in his chair.

Detective James Andrews and Detective Benjamin Knoles pulled up in front of a rundown two story townhouse out on the east side of town. James double checked the address, 2357 Parish Avenue East. Benjamin rang the doorbell, a faint buzz could be heard from behind the door. A few seconds later the door opened, with the chain still attached. “Yes, can I help you?” A younger looking lady in her late twenties asked. 

“Yes, I’m Detective Knowls and this is Detective Andrews we have some questions for Mrs. Olivia Davis.” Benjamin said. “I am afraid Mrs. Davis passed away a few years ago. Maybe I can help you, I’m the director Miss Vivian Barnet. Hold on a sec let me get the door.” She closed the door sliding the chain lock open. “That’s better, won’t you come in.”

“Now how can I help you?” Miss Barnet asked taking a seat at her desk. “Would you happen to recognize any of these names?” James asked handing her a slip of paper. Vivian looked it over. “They sound familiar. If you give me a day or so I can pull the house records. I was a resident here in late 95 so I do remember Cindy vaguely. Let me sleep on it and find some photos and records.” 

“That would be appreciated, thank you.” Benjamin said handing her his card.

As James entered the downtown precinct Officer Roberts held up a slip of paper. “Another one?” James asked. “Yes Sir, another one.” James took the slip of paper and headed back out to his car. He caught Benjamin’s eye and waved the slip of paper. “Another one?” Benjamin asked. “Yep.” James said getting back into the car. 

“What do have?” James asked Officer Thomas. “Nicholas Barnes, 33, 6’2”  215 lbs. Found here in the men’s restroom, deceased with his necktie tied tightly around his neck. Looks like he was strangled. Sir.” Officer Thomas said. James looked over the body. “Phone?” Officer Thomas handed him a cell phone in an evidence bag. James slipped on a pair of gloves, and took the phone out of the bag. He searched through the missed calls and voicemails. This time it was a text message; ‘Wednesday August 14th 2:45 pm Five little monkeys jumping on the bed one fell off and throttled himself.’

James’ phone buzzed across the nightstand. He reached out from under the comforter grabbing the phone. Benjamin flashed across the screen. James turned over and cleared his throat. “Do you know what time it is?” James asked. “Yes, it’s 1 am. I just got off the phone with Miss Vivian Barnet. She has quite a story to tell. Mind if I come by this may require a drink, or two.”

James poured two glasses of Scotch and handed one to Benjamin. “So what’s the story?” James asked lighting a cigarette. “Donald Scott was placed into foster care after his mother was murdered by an intruder in early 1993. Donald was 12 and his father wasn’t in the picture, he was also shy and small for his age. There was a group of kids in the foster house that picked on him, a lot like every day. This group had a ring leader by the name of Gregg Hunter, he was two years older than Donald and out weighed him by a good sixty pounds. Gregg, Nicholas, Barbra, Darrell and Cindy all tomented Donald.” Benjamin said finishing off his Scotch. “OK, that’s a start.” James said pouring another round.

“It gets better. Sometime in late 93 there was an incident. The foster house has a third floor attic that had been converted to an extra bedroom. In this room there is a small storage area in the wall, behind a hidden panel. One day during the daily teasing and tormenting, Gregg and his group put Donald into the crawl space. He was in there for over six hours, alone in a confined space, in the dark.”

“So have we found Donald Scott or Gregg Hunter yet?” James asked finishing his second Scotch. “Not yet. Miss Barnet wanted to know if you would like to see the storage space.”

James gave Benjamin a sideways look. “I suppose we could swing by in the morning.”

James crouched down looking into the small storage area. It was about four feet deep and three feet wide. He moved his flashlight around dust, spiderwebs and a dead mouse. James moved into the space looking at the walls, something caught his eye. Scratched into the wood were some words, moving closer James’ hand bumped something. It was a small keychain flashlight blue with faded white letters, he picked it up and pressed the button, a faint dim light flickered then went dead. The words scratched into the wood read; ‘Kill them ALL’


“Sir, Gregg Hunter hasn’t been seen since Wednesday around 3:30 pm, according to his co-workers.” Officer Roberts said. “Keep trying his phone, maybe we’ll get lucky. Any word on Donald Scott?” James asked. “We found his home address but he keeps to himself and works from home. We haven’t found any family or acquaintances.”

Detective James Andrews and Detective Benjamin Knowles pulled up in front of a ranch style, single story house. “Quaint.” Benjamin said exiting the car. They knocked on the door. “Mr. Donald Scott?” James said as he tried the door. “Locked.” They walked around to the garage door. James leaned down and pulled up. “Also locked.” They made their way around to the back of the house, there was a door that lead into the kitchen. Benjamin turned the door handle. “Open.” he said. “Mr. Donald Scott, are you home?” Benjamin said entering the kitchen.

The kitchen was sparse and clean. James opened one of the cabinets, the few mugs and glasses were immaculately lined up side by side. They wandered through the dining room and into the living room. It was minimally furnished and sterile. The few pieces of art that were hung on the walls were abstracts with bold colors. As James and Benjamin made their way through the house they noticed a lack of any personal effects. 

“Found it.” James called from the bedroom. “What?” Benjamin asked. “This.” James said pulling out an old ratty shoebox from the bottom shelf of the nightstand. They sat on the bed and flipped the box open. Jame picked up the black composition notebook and carefully thumbed through the pages. It was full of neat, clean block letter writing. Names, addresses, phone numbers and detailed notes on daily routines. Benjamin looked through the rest of the box, newspaper clippings, Polaroid photos and a few oddities towards the bottom of the shoebox. A silver charm bracelet, movie ticket stubs and a hand drawn mothers day card.

“These are daily notes on the five people from the foster home. He must have been tracking them for years.” James said. James’ phone buzzed.


“Sir, we have a location on Gregg Hunter’s phone.” Officer Roberts said.

“Good send it to me.”

James and Benjamin parked across the street from the Oak Ridge Motel. Benjamin headed into the motel’s office. James lit a cigarette taking a deep drag. “Their in room 14.” Benjamin said coming back to the car. James finished his cigarette, reached over to the glove box retrieving his revolver. He exited the car and cleared his throat. “Let’s go.” 

Benjamin knocked on the door to room 14. “Mr. Donald Scott?” James asked.

“Who wants to know?” a harsh male voice demanded from the other side.

“Detectives Andrews and Knowles, we have some questions for you concerning a Gregg Hunter.” James said.

“What about him?”

“Is he in there with you?”

“Yes, he’s here.”

“Is he still alive?” James asked.

There was a long pause.

“Donald? Is Gregg still alive?” Benjamin asked.

“Kinda.” Donald answered. 

“Donald, this needs to stop. Open the door.” James ordered.

“But they need to be punished…the voice said. They must be punished.” Donald said, his voice cracking.

There was a commotion from behind the door. James and Benjamin entered room 14 just as Donald was pulling the blade across Gregg’s neck. Gregg was tied to a chair, blindfolded and gagged. With multiple bruises, lacerations and scratches along his face, neck and arms.

“Stop! Drop the knife. Put your hands on your head.” James ordered. Donald being startled by the door flinging open, glared at James’ gun. He dropped the knife and raised his arms. James moved towards Donald, handcuffing him and escorted him out of the motel.

“No, no, no, no…he won’t forgive me, they must be punished.” Donlad cried as James put him into the backseat of the car. James lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. 













Grace’s Story


*Quick note, I have edited Grace’s Story again, 1683 words have been cut, in hopes that it flows a bit easier. Enjoy- Megan 💙*

Grace Ann

In a farmhouse surrounded by acres of sweet corn on a warm summer’s day in late June, Grace Ann Chapman came into this world screaming.

Local paper birth announcements:

The community of Ridgeville Nebraska would like to welcome Grace Ann born June 22nd, 1974 to William and Martha Chapman. Congratulations on your healthy baby girl. Martha clipped out the announcement form the Daily Sun Newspaper and taped it into Grace’s baby book. 

William Chapman worked the land that had been handed down to him from his father. It was hard daily grueling work to keep the corn crops heath and on schedule for harvest. He took pride in what his family had established over the past three generations of Chapman’s and did his best to keep it going. With the birth of his first child, Grace Ann he knew that there would need to be more children, he loved and adored his daughter but knew that a son would be needed to keep the farm in the Chapman name.

Grace Ann was a sweet helpful child that was always full of questions. Always asking why this or why that. When her brother William Joseph was born five years later, Grace became a little quieter, but still helping Martha clean and cook, just not asking as many questions. Two years later Grace’s youngest brother was born, Jonathan Michael was a loud baby he cried and screamed about everything. Grace tried to be helpful, but Jonathan’s constant crying wore on her, she stopped asking questions all together. 

Grace had a few classmates that she considered friends, although she wasn’t close to any of them. Shawna Wilson was a round faced, dark haired girl that talked all the time. She was what Grace called bossy, she was always directing how people should play. Grace and Shawna would walk to the general store after school and then over to Shawna’s house to play. On a particular spring afternoons after school they walked over to the general store as usual, Grace always had a few dollars from her allowance in her backpack, Shawna dared Grace to “Just take it,” Grace knew it was wrong to steal but she had a strange need to want to please Shawna. To fit in, to be accepted. So Grace did it she slipped the Kit Kat into her jacket pocket and they walked out of the store.

The girls split the Kit Kat while they walked to Shawna’s house. It being Friday Grace was going to spend the night at Shawna’s, after having dinner with Shawna and her family Grace felt ill. She asked if she could call her dad and go home. Grace’s dad came and picked her up from Shawna’s house.

“So what’s wrong, why didn’t you want to stay the night at Shawna’s?” he asked as they drove home.

“If I tell you, will you promise not to tell mom?”

William looked at his daughter, thinking this request over.

“Yes, it will be between me and you.”

“She made me steal a Kit Kat from the general store. I didn’t want to…but I couldn’t tell her no, I’m sorry dad.” Tears welled up in Grace’s eyes the whole thing made her stomach hurt.

“Well, that is something, you know that even though it’s hard, you can’t let others, even friends make you do things that you know are wrong.” 

“I know.” Grace dropped her chin to her chest and took a deep breath. A weight had been lifted, she now understood the concept of confession.

Grace’s first crush was on a boy in her class named Matt, she spent a lot of time daydreaming about running her fingers through his wavy brown hair, and wondering what it would be like to kiss him. Grace kept her fantasies to herself, playing scenes over and over in her mind. When she did find it within herself to talk to Matt he treated her as a friend, wanting to know if she thought that Tamera was ‘into him,’ her daydreams of Matt came to a quick end.

During the summer of Grace’s thirteenth year she meet and spent a lot of time with Jenny Donovan and her older sister Rebecca they had a lot to tell Grace about anatomy and sex. Grace found it enlightening, especially since her parents didn’t really go into detail about ‘the birds and the bees.` When Grace got her period for the first time her mother pulled out two books from way back when, one titled Where Babies Come From and the other one explaining the joys of your first menstrual cycle it was blue and had a rainbow with the figure of a girl dancing around on it. Grace read them and had a lightbulb moment, the biology of life made sense, she kinda wished her mom would have been able to just tell her. Jenny and Rebecca explained and sometimes demonstrated, the how, where and what of sex.

Grace spent her time going to school, helping out around the house and working at the general store. She kept things simple, family, school, friends and work. Towards the end of her last year of high school things changed quickly. She started for a lack of a better word dating a nice guy from school named James, he was cute, kind and ignited something within Grace. She couldn’t keep her hands off of him when they were together, his smell, his look, how she got butterflies in her stomach when he touched her. She loved it all, the anticipation of getting to see him, the adrenaline rush when he touched her, and ultimately the orgasum when he fucked her. She was hooked, and sex was the drug.

Once awakened sexualy Grace had an inablity to stay faithful. She enjoyed getting to know new people on a sexual level. She worked with a guy named Kyle and after many weeks of inappropriate flirting, she found herself with him in the back store room making out. Grace found that each person she was sexualy involved with had something new and different to offer her.

When Grace turned twenty one she made a decision, she would take the money that she had saved up from working at the general store and go see the world. One early morning in July of her twenty first year she told her family goodbye, boarded a bus and left Ridgeville Nebraska.



Grace sat on the patio and lit a cigarette, she took a deep drag and exhaled. The first light of day had begun to show, it had been a long night. She looked down at her hands looking past the dirt she noticed that a few of her manicured nails were broken. 

I’ll have to trim them all down, she thought as she poured a glass of Jack and downed it.

She put out her cigarette and wandered back inside, she made her way up stairs shedding her clothes as she went, dropping them into the hamper next to the bathroom door. Finding her fingernail clippers she trimmed her broken nails.  

She stepped into the tub and turned on the water. Tears started to stream down her face as she slid down and sat in the corner, crying. “I’m so sorry, John.” She sobbed.

~ ~ ~ ~

Beep, beep, beep… Grace opened her eyes, the sunlight streaming through the window made her turn away. She got up and stumbled into the bathroom, catching her reflection in the mirror, dark circles under her eyes and a pale complexion, topped off with a frizzy mess of red hair. 

She splashed cold water on her face hoping it would wake her up. Grace slipped on a pair of dark jeans, a blue blouse, and grabbed a pair of tan flats as she headed downstairs to the kitchen. 

She poured herself a cup of coffee and pushed the blinking red button on the answering machine. “John it’s 9 am and you’re not here, where are you? Please call me.” His assistant Jenny said with a frantic tone in her voice.

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

Grace let out a sigh, as she pushed the delete all button.

~ ~ ~ ~ 

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

I’ll have to deal with that later, she thought to herself.

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

“I need to file a missing person’s report.” She informed the front desk attendant.

The attendant handed her a form and told her to give as much detail as possible. Grace took a seat and filled out the form.

Missing John Summers age 45, height 6 ft, 215 lbs, eyes brown, hair dark brown streaks of gray, last seen Sunday April 27th. 

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

“Yes.” Grace had remembered to grab a picture before leaving the house.

She chose a candid one from last summer’s barque with the neighbors.

Grace and John met while she was slumming around in Seattle. They found themselves getting to know one another in a bathroom stall at a nightclub, as Metallica played over the speakers. John Summers had graduated with a degree in business and graphic design. It was all a blur they met, partied, and got married at City Hall. John took a job under the title of v.p. of a software company and they were off and running.

Grace found herself getting hungry and tired as she strolled through downtown. She stopped in at Pat’s Bar and Grill on 8th street. Taking a seat at the bar and ordering a plate of nachos, an ice tea and a shot of Jack. She had not realized how long she had been walking around, as happy hour was now starting. She finished off her nachos and ordered another shot of Jack.

A guy took the seat next to her and gave her a friendly smile. “You look like you could use some cheering up.” he said. 

Grace smiled. He ordered a beer and they sat there in silence.

She finished her ice tea and headed to the lady’s room. He followed. 

As she stood at the sink gazing into the mirror, he entered the room and locked the door behind him. Nothing was said between them, she moved towards the door to leave. He stopped her. He dropped to his knees and pulled her towards him. He unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down along with her panties. 

He pulled her to him and began enjoying her, sliding his tongue into her, making her moan. She swooned and held herself up against the door. He enjoyed and she came, not a word was spoken. Grace returned to her seat and ordered another shot of Jack. She downed it and left.

~ ~ ~ ~

Grace awoke to the phone ringing and answered it. 

“Mrs. Summers?” 


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

“Sure.” She answers. 

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

As Detective Eric Stone, a well built guy with good hair in his early forties entered the room Grace knew she was in for it now. Detective Eric Stone her friendly stranger from Pat’s Bar and Grill on 8th street. 

Karma is a bitch, she thought to herself.

“Do you know why you are here?” Detective Stone asked.

“Possibly, depends on what you want to know.” Grace answered.

“You reported your husband, John, missing. Why don’t you tell me about the last time you saw him.”

“Well, I was waiting for John to come home. When he did finally show up he stumbled in smelling of cigarettes, women and booze. He didn’t even say anything just tripped up the stairs to the master bedroom. I went up after him and he was sprawled out on the bed. He didn’t even bother to take off his shoes.” Grace said looking into Eric’s eyes.

“So I left him there and went downstairs to sleep in the guest room. When I got up the next morning he was gone, like he had never even come home.” Grace said sitting back in her chair and crossing her arms. 

“Well thank you Mrs. Summers for coming in today. We will keep you informed if anything new comes up.” Detective Stone said getting up and holding the door open for Grace.

“That’s it?” She asked getting up.

“That’s it, until John or his body shows back up.” Eric said. Grace gave him a dirty look as she passed through the doorway. 

~ ~ ~ ~

Grace sat straight up out of a deep sleep, not sure of where she was. She tried to swallow, it felt like razor blades slicing into the back of her throat. She reached for a glass of water on the nightstand and realized where she had awoken.  

A crappy motel room. She got out of bed and made her way to the bathroom, filled the glass with water and took a sip. The pain in her throat soothed a bit. As she glanced around the trashed motel room she spotted a note with a folded fifty dollar bill. ‘Enjoyed the ride’ -B. Along with an overflowing ashtray, an almost empty bottle of Jack Daniels and a mess of open condom wrappers on the nightstand. 

Well that’s reassuring. 

Her clothes from the night before were scattered around the room. Her jeans, that were a size to small on purpose, and the black low cut top were next to the bed. Her black lace bra was laying across a chair in the corner. 

The night’s events started to seep back into her mind. There was a pool table and many shots of Jack. Then there was a ‘B’ that was grabbing her ass all night. What was it Brad, Brian, Billy she couldn’t remember and it didn’t matter.

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

Good enough. She thought and headed out to her car. 

She got into her little Honda that she adored. When she arrived downtown she hit the deli across from City Hall, grabbing an egg and sausage breakfast sandwich and an orange juice.

Grace checked in at the front desk and was escorted to interview room 2. 

“How are you Mrs. Summers?” 

“Do you really want to know or are you just being polite?” 

“I have some papers for you to sign.”

Grace signed the papers and left.

As she was walking through the lobby passed the handicap restroom Eric grabbed her arm pulling her into the restroom. He locked the door behind them. 

“Now that we have some privacy.” He said. 

“What did you have in mind?”

He moved towards her, kissing her deeply. She let out a moan.

Eric lowered himself down in front of her, pulling down her slacks and panties. He pulled her to him sliding his tongue into her. She put her hands on the wall to keep her balance, as she felt his tongue push into her. Making her wet and breathless. 

He stopped and stood up in front of her. He put his hands on her shoulders and lowered her to her knees. She unfastened his pants and took his throbbing cock into her mouth. Eric moaned and leaned against the wall as she sucked harder. Running his hands through her hair, her hair clip fell to the floor. 

He gasped, coming in her mouth, as she felt his cum hit the back of her throat she swallowed. She kept sucking till he pushed her back, she stood up and kissed him.

Grace picked up her hair clip and faced the mirror. She reapplied her coral lipstick, fixed her hair, and popped a few breath mints.

“Want some?” She asked holding out the container of breath mints.


Eric followed her out of the restroom.

“Are you going to tell me what happened to John?” 

Grace smiled and answered “Nope.”

Grace returned to the motel room to collect her things and survey the damage from the night before. As she packed up her clothes an image of Billy her pool buddy from the previous night flashed into her mind. She was lying on the bed naked and he was sucking Jack Daniels out off her belly button. She shook her head and mumble to herself. “I should really stop drinking…So much.

~ ~ ~ ~

Grace parked in front of the garage and decided to start with John’s car. As she was going through the glove box she came across a little black ring box. She opened it and there staring back at her was a modest gold banded engagement ring. 

Must be for his assistant Jenny. 

She took the found ring and her own wedding ring set to a pawn shop collecting a decent amount for both. After spending the week cleaning out the house she found herself drinking and smoking more than usual. The memories attached to the things in the house and the stress of trying to get rid of it all was taking its toll.

Feeling like she needed a drink Grace picked up the phone and dialed 211. She asked the friendly operator when and where the next AA meeting would be. The operator informed her that by her home address the next meeting would be tomorrow morning at 11am at St. Matthews.

~ ~ ~ ~

Grace took a deep breath as she entered the community room at St. Matthews. Taking a seat towards the back of the room she watched as a dozen people wandered in grabbing coffee and taking a seat. The meeting was welcoming and she stood when asked if there were any new faces today. “Hi, my name is Grace and I am an alcoholic.” Grace heard the words coming out of her mouth and wondered why she was confiding in these strangers.

She continued to attend the daily morning meetings at St. Matthews listening to the tales of woe and heartache caused by too much indulgence. On her way out after the fourth meeting Sam grabbed her by the arm and led her into the empty hallway. Sam was a good looking guy in his early thirties with a nicely trimmed beard and mustache. 

“You have got to stop looking at me that way.” He said.

“What way am I looking at you?” 

“You know Grace.”

Grace grinned she had found Sam quite cute and had made eye contact with him throughout the last few meetings. He moved closer to her and took her hand running it over his crotch. 

“The way that makes that happen.” 

She rubbed his hard cock and pushed into him, sliding her tongue into his mouth. 

“You know I can help you with that.” She said.

“Now?” He asked.

They found an empty room at the end of the hallway. There was a large wooden desk towards the front of the room and some folding chairs laid out. Grace closed and locked the door behind them. She stood in front of Sam running her fingers through his hair, she leaned in and kissed him. Sliding her tongue into his mouth and sucking on his tongue. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into him. 

She dropped to her knees and unfastened his pants. She took his erect cock into her mouth and sucked. He let out a moan and ran his hands through her hair. She sucked harder and he moaned louder. He stopped her and she got to her feet. He kissed her moving towards the desk. He removed her jeans and panties, then lowered himself in front of her. He slid his tongue inside her, tasting her, she let out a moan. 

He stood up and turned her around and laid her on her stomach across the desk. He slid his fingers into her wet pussy, sliding them in and out of her. Making her arch her back and push back against him, coming on his fingers. He removed his fingers and thrust his cock into her making her yell out, fucking her hard and fast. He came deep in her.

“Told you I could help you.” She smiled at him as she left the room. Grace walked to her car and lit a cigarette.

I don’t think AA is what I need. 

~ ~ ~ ~

As soon as the house was emptied and listed, Grace decided that it was time for a road trip. She packed up her things and hit the road with cash in hand.

First a quick stop, to say goodbye to Detective Eric Stone. She had come to the relational that sex was like a drug, and once you get a taste you will always crave more.

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

“Never expected to see you again.” He said, answering the door. 

“Can I come in?”  

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

“Why not I am a sucker for punishment.” 

“Thanks you won’t be disappointed.”

Grace entered the apartment and headed towards the stereo, she put on some smooth jazz.

“Mood music?”


Eric fixed them each a drink and they moved to the couch. She downed her glass of whisky and stood in front of him. She kicked off her shoes, and swayed back and forth in front of him, running her fingers through her hair. She straddled his hips, leaned in to kiss him, sliding her tongue into his mouth. He moaned and grabbed her ass, running his hands over her skintight jeans. 

She leaned back and took off her top, he reached around unfastening her bra. He rubbed his hands over her breasts caressing them. Moving his thumb back and forth over her nipple and gently squeezing. She moaned, moving her hips back and forth against his lap. She got up and removed her jeans and panties. He stood up and she helped him shed his clothes. 

She dropped to her knees, taking his cock into her mouth, she ran her hand along his shaft as she sucked. She could taste his pre-cum, she stopped got up and walked towards the bedroom, he followed.

She pushed him down onto the bed and got on top of him. Sliding his cock into her. She sat up and leaned back, thrusting against him. He reached up caressing her breasts and pinching her nipples. She let out a moan and moved faster. She keep fucking him till he finally grabbed her and moved her off of him.

“Fuck Grace.” He said getting up off the bed and reaching towards the nightstand to get a condom.

“There now it’s my turn.” He grabbed her, pulling her to the middle of the bed. 

He leaned over kissing her, while running his hand down her thigh and sliding his fingers into her pussy, he rubbed her clit making her squirm.

He flipped her over onto her stomach. She got up on her hands and knees. He rammed his cock into her hard and fast. She held in a yell and moved with him. He moaned as he came in her. 

Nothing more was said between them. She showered, dressed and headed towards the door. He stopped her, kissed her deeply, she gave him a smile and left.

~ ~ ~ ~

Grace drove north out of town. Watching the sun set in the early August night. A bright orange hue cascaded over the open fields, as she headed off to find a new path to take. 

Listening to the radio and letting the warm air stream through her open window, she sighed to herself. Open road money on hand letting the wind take me wherever. 

A roommate she once had wandered into her mind as she drove. Kelly, who looked like the innocent girl next door, had shared an apartment with her one semester in college. She heard them come in, they had to know she was home. She listened to them stumble into Kelly’s bedroom. She quietly entered the hallway and looked into the other room, the desk lamp was on and she could see them lying on the bed naked. Kelly and whoever she had brought home for the night. He was on top of her and she was moaning.

She crept closer to the slightly open door and watched as he sucked on her nipples and slipped his fingers into her pussy, he then thrust his cock into her and she let out a moan of pleasure. Grace was watching intensely and found that her own hand had slipped between her thighs and her fingers were rubbing her pussy.

Grace let out a moan and he looked at her. She froze as their eyes meet. She caught her breath and returned to her room, she listened as they finished with moans and screams of pleasure. As she was laying in bed, he came into her room wearing a towel and closed the door behind him.

He held his finger to his lips and gestured ‘shh…’ He approached her bed and removed her blanket and sheet. He gently spread her legs and lowered himself down to her, he licked and sucked her pussy making her moan. She laid back and took it. Feeling his tongue in her, making her wet. He stopped dropped the towel and moved up to her mouth. He kissed her deeply. He slid his cock into her and she let out a moan. Feeling him fuck her deep and hard. She came with him. He kissed her and whispered to her… “Didn’t want you to feel left out,”

~ ~ ~ ~

Grace drove into the night till she spotted a sign that read:

Barney’s Bar & Grill come join us for a drink and excellent BBQ next exit

Well I could use some entertainment.

She pulled off at the next exit and headed down the dusty road. There it was sitting in the middle of a large dirt lot Barney’s Bar & Grill in bright red neon. She pulled into the parking lot and stopped, she glanced at the cars, trucks and motorcycles all parked around the building. 

Should be an interesting crowd.

She had dressed in dark jeans, a plain grey tee-shirt, and a pair of black flats. She looked in the rear-view mirror and applied her coral lipstick. She removed the clip from her hair letting her hair fall over her shoulders. 

“Good enough.” She said as she headed inside. 

The bar was warm, crowded and loud. Grace made her way to the bar and ordered a beer, she figured she should start slow it would be a long night. She surveyed the crowd of cowboys, bikers, workers and couples all drinking, talking and getting along with each other. She ordered a BBQ bacon burger and fries, the smell from the kitchen was enough to make you drool. 

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

“Interested in a real game, best out of seven” She asked.

The good looking guy, dressed in jeans, and a white tee-shirt with the sleeves rolled up. How James Dean of him she thought.

“Sure, why not.” 

They played one game after another. He took notice of how far she would bend over the table to make a shot. She would brush up against him when walking around the table. 

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

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

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

“Ok, in the lady’s room in five.” She put down the pool cue and walked towards the restrooms.

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

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

“Does it matter?” He asked. 

“Not really.”

She took off her shirt, she had stepped it up and was wearing her purple satin bra. He moved into her kissing her neck and rubbing her breast. He reached around unfastened her bra and moved down to suck on her nipples. She unfastened his pants and rubbed his cock. She lowered herself to her knees, slid his cock into her mouth and sucked. He let out a moan and ran his fingers through her hair. She sucked harder. He pulled away from her. 

She got to her feet and he kissed her. She sucked on his tongue making him moan. 

“I think we need to finish this somewhere else.” He said. 

Grace agreed. They dressed and left the restroom. Grace stopped at the bar and downed another shot of Jack.

She walked to her car and he followed, he put out his hand and said, 

“My name is Aaron.” 

“Grace.” She said and shook his hand.

“There is a motel about a half mile up on the left, care to join me there?” Aaron said. 

She looked at him, considering the invitation. 

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

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

All they need is hourly rates available. She thought to herself as she pulled into the parking lot.

Aaron registered for a room and they parked and entered room 17. It was a typical motel room t.v., dresser, small table, two chairs, a night stand and those lamps that are attached to the wall between the two double beds. 

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

“Well, you get what you pay for.” He sighed.

Grace took her overnight bag in with her and headed towards the bathroom, the small but clean bathroom. She changed into an oversized dark blue tee-shirt that covered down to her upper thighs. She brushed her teeth and combed her hair. 

She gazed into the mirror, looking past her tired eyes and pale complexion. She put her bag on the luggage rack in the closet and walked over to the bed.

Aaron stood up when she came over, he slid his arms around her and kissed her. He then went into the bathroom.

Grace pulled down the bedspread, at least the sheets are clean she thought to herself.

She locked the door. Closed the curtains, those heavy, rusty gold colored curtains, standard in roadside motels. She lay on the bed and Aaron came out of the bathroom wearing a pair of boxers. He came over and joined her on the bed. He leaned over kissed her and ran his hand up the inside of her thigh. He slid his fingers inside her, she moaned and kissed him. 

She let his fingers slid in and out of her rubbing her clit. Making her wet. She ran her hand down to his cock and rubbed. He stopped, got up and took off his boxers. She got up on her knees in front of him and removed her shirt. He rubbed her breasts pinching her nipples. 

Aaron picked up his jeans, fishing out a condom form his pocket, then pushed her back onto the bed and got on top of her. He slid his cock into her pussy, feeling her, so wet and tight. He let out a moan, kissed her neck and rubbed her breasts, while he pushed into her deeper. 

Grace moaned, pushing into him. Feeling her breath quicken and shudder under him, they moved together till she couldn’t stand it any longer. She yelled out and came, he pushed harder into her and came in her. They laid there breathing each other in and fell asleep wrapped up in each others arms.

Grace awoke trying to remember where she was. She looked at Aaron still asleep and moved to get up. He tightened his grip around her, pulling her close to him and kissing her. 

She stepped into the shower feeling the warm water wash over her. She soaped up and rinsed off. As she was enjoying the warmth of the water Aaron joined her in the shower. He put his arms around her and kissed the back of her neck. She turned to face him and he lowered himself to his knees. He pulled her to him, sliding his tongue into her pussy licking and sucking on her clit. 

She moaned, holding herself up against the shower wall. Feeling his tongue slide into her, she let herself come. He got up and kissed her. She got out of the shower grabbed a towel and laid on the bed. Aaron showered and joined her on the bed.

“So are we going to say anything about this little experience?” Aaron asked.

“I am not sure.”

Aaron leaned over and kissed her, she let out a sigh. 

“It’s been a wonderful experience, but…I’m afraid it’s time to go.” She said.

“I know.”

9 am, time to continue on Grace dressed, packed up and said goodbye to Aaron. She got into her Honda and set out to head further north. She thought about Aaron and how bittersweet the encounter had been. She drove till she came to a little out of the way town.


Overland Typical hometown look. She thought. 

Small businesses, bars, restaurants, churches, banks all the usual things. She found motel row and picked the least to get you mugged looking one. Close to an Everyday Foods store. The Candlelight Inn what a name Grace thought as she checked in and paid for a week up front. “Well Overland let’s see what you have to offer a girl.” She said as she thumbed through the phone book. 

After venturing over to the Everyday Foods store and picked up some snacks. She drifted off thinking about a lost summer day from a lifetime ago. Grace and James drove out of town towards the ocean. It was a sun filled hot summer day and heading out to feel the cool breeze of the ocean is just what she needed. She had picked up James, a good looking guy in his mid 30’s at a bar. 

James had broad shoulders and sandy blond hair that he wore slightly shaggy. He had been long distance runner in college and still had the body to show for it. He had bought her a drink and explained his outlook on life. How it was an open road full of possibility. She was sure this was a pick up line, but he was good looking and a well spoken individual. So being Grace she thought what the hell. 

They drove out towards Seaside to enjoy the day by the water. He was driving and she was running her hand up and down his leg. She ran her hand over to his crotch and gave him a generous rub though his cargo shorts. She was wearing a light blue bikini under an open over shirt and shorts. He moaned as she rubbed harder at his crotch. He turned into a rest stop, he shut off the car and leaned over towards her, he kissed her letting her suck at his tongue. 

He slid her shirt off and rubbed her breasts. She moved over to remove her top and bottoms. He leaned over to her and sucked on her nipple, while rubbing and pinching the other one. He ran his fingers down to her pussy, he slid his fingers into her.

She arched her back, let out a moan, letting his fingers slide deeper into her. He fingered her rubbing at her clit, making her wet. He kissed her, sat back into his seat, she leaned over and undid his shorts. Taking his cock into her mouth and letting him slide in and out of her mouth. She sucked harder while running her hand up and down his shaft. Making him moan, she sucked and rubbed till he pushed her away from him. 

“Please fuck me.” He begged. 

She straddled his hips and slowly slid his hard cock into her wet pussy. They both let out a moan as she moved back and forth, thrusting his cock deeper into her. 

She moved faster and he pushed deeper into her. He kissed her and felt her pussy tighten around his cock as he came in her. She moved off of him and into her seat she redressed and smiled 

“There now can we go to the beach?” James just smiled started the car and continued on towards Seaside.

She awoke around 8 am the next morning, showered and dressed in comfy jeans, a long sleeve tee-shirt and walking shoes. She picked up a map from the front office and had written down some points of interest to check out. 

She headed towards the downtown area and found a place to park, she walked down the Main Street area and checked out some of the hometown charm. Nothing of interest caught Grace’s eye. It was all very normal looking craft shops, ice cream shops, home decor, antiques and beauty shops. 

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

~ ~ ~ ~

Grace stopped by a convent store on her way back to The Candlelight Inn to grab a pack of cigarettes. She asked the younger looking 20 something girl running the register where the nightlife was in this little town. The girl offered up that out behind the truck-stop, off route 18 there was a bar where all the locals hangout. 

“It’s called The Backdoor.” The girl said. 

She hung out in the motel room till around 9 pm, she dressed in her tight jeans, low cut black top and black ankle boots. She put on her coral lipstick and clipped her hair back. 

She drove out to route 18 and past the truck-stop. There it was about a quarter mile past, a large warehouse looking building, surrounded by a small dirt parking lot that stretched out into a field of forgotten wheat. 

A simple small wooden sign hung over the door The Backdoor it read. She parked among all the other cars, SUVs, trucks and motorcycles. She glanced around there were small groups of people standing around talking, smoking and drinking. She got out of her Honda locked the door put her keys, ID and money into her pockets and headed towards the door. 

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

She paid the large man that looked like a bodybuilder the ten dollar cover charge. The open floor plan of the warehouse had a bar, tables with chairs, a few pool tables and a dance floor. All lighted by a number of moving blue and red spotlights. A mix of classic rock and adult contemporary played just loud enough that you had to raise your voice to a dull yell to be heard. She made her way to the bar and ordered a shot of Jack and a beer. She downed the shot and took a seat at the bar to watch the crowd.

~ ~ ~ ~

Grace’s beer was just past half empty when a voice asked “Would you like another, or something stronger?” 

She turned to see an older guy in his mid fifties, in good shape with a little more gray than brown left in his hair asking if she would like another drink. 

Grace smiled at him and said “Sure, how about a shot of Jack?”

He ordered two and introduced himself  “Sean.” 

He extended his hand and she said “Grace, thanks for the drink.” Shaking his hand. 

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

“You don’t look as if you’re from around here.” 

“True.” She answered. 

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

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

“Not my thing.” He answered. 

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

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

“Let me get that for you.” Sean said. 

“Sure why not.” 

Sean handed Grace her shot “Cheers.”


~ ~ ~ ~ 

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

“What the hell happened.” She said to the empty room. 

She managed to sit up and let her eyes adjust to the bright sunlight streaming in through the window. She was in what appeared to be a bedroom, sitting in the middle of a large bed. 

Looking around, there was a nightstand with a clock radio that read 8:12 am, a dresser with a mirror, a chair in the corner and the door was closed. She had no idea where she was, she was wearing a man’s gray button down shirt that was open and nothing else. She got off the bed and stood in front of the mirror that was on the dresser. 

“Oh my God.” She mouthed the words as she examined herself in the mirror. 

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

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

“Go figure.” Grace mumbled to herself. 

She dressed and left the room, she stumbled down a hall and into a living-room. She found the front door and went outside. She found herself standing in a driveway not quite believing what she saw, her Honda parked right there. She opened the door and her keys were sitting on the passenger seat. 

Grace drove away from the house found route 18 and made her way back to The Candlelight Inn, she packed up her room and started driving south. Soon as she felt she was far enough out of town she pulled over into a rest stop. Her hands shook as she lit a cigarette and tried to think of the last thing she remembered from the night before. 

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

She decided to drive south into the next big city and visit a hospital. She pulled up outside of St. Anthony’s Hospital, locked the Honda and walked into the emergency room entrance. She approached the check in desk and the attendant behind the glass asked what she was there for. 

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

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

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

“Yes, thank you.”

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

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

Grace made eye contact with her and tried to smile, tears were welling up in her eyes. She knew she was exhausted and just wanted all of this over with. Detective Miller accompanied her back to an exam room, where she made her statement of what she could remember, photos were taken, blood was drawn and a rape kit collected. 

Grace didn’t want to think too much about what was being done to her she just knew that it hurt and she wanted it over. She was allowed to shower and given clothes from the lost and found to wear. A dark blue tee-shirt, a pair of gray sweets and some slip on shoes. Detective Miller gave Grace her card and told her to keep in touch. She went to her Honda and sat trying to process what had just happened. 

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

~ ~ ~ ~

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

“Grace, what the hell?” Eric said. 

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

“Just read it.” She said and fell into a deep sleep of exhaustion.

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

“Jesus Christ.” he said to himself.

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

“Morning.” Eric said. 

“Morning.” She moaned getting herself to sit upright. 

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

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

“Doing ok so far?” 

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

Grace’s cell phone rang it was St. Anthony’s Hospital with her test results. She had been drugged with Rohypnol the date rape drug, no DNA was found in her rape kit and she was clear of any STD’s. She didn’t know Sean’s last name nor did she take note of where she woke up. She had given as much information as she could remember from her night at The Backdoor.

Grace got up and went to take a shower. She thought about John and what had really happened that night so many months ago. He came home drunk and started in on her the second he hit the door saying how he didn’t love her anymore and that he and his whore of an assistant Jenny were going to get married as soon as he could file for a divorce. She remembered how the thunder rolled and the lightning sparked through the sky that night as John rambled on and on about leaving her and moving on with his happy little life. 

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

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

She thought about their life together the falling out of love and how he had become so hateful over the last few years. The money and assets that she helped him build up and how now she was deciding to hide his body take it all and run. She went into the living room towards the staircase and there laying like a rag doll on the floor was John, or at least his body. The color drained from his face, he was not breathing, not moving. 

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

She managed to wrap the body in garbage bags and drug it out to the backyard. They had started to dig a hole for a pool to be put in, she dumped the body into the hole and covered it up. It was a long, tiring, messy night but it had to be done. 

Grace stood over the covered body in the backyard and said, “It wasn’t all bad John we just grew apart and you became rotten, like a piece of fruit left out to long on the counter.” 

She made a mental note to make sure the foundation for the pool would be poured by weeks end and so it was. 

John was forever sealed away under the new backyard pool. 

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


John’s Side

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

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

“See there you go all dressed.”

“Thank you, I love you.” He kissed her.

“Love you too.”

John gathered his wallet, keys, phone, and briefcase and left the hotel room. He took the elevator down to the parking garage and got into his car. His phone beeped while he was exiting the garage, one missed call, from Grace. John sighed

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

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

“How did it go?” 

“Good, they will send over a contract next week.” 

His phone rang it was Grace, he pushed ignore call, and looked at Jenny.

“When are you going to tell her?” 


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

John and his assistant Jenny had been sleeping together for two years now. He had started out by saying he would never indulge with someone at work, but over the time spent together they had fallen in love. He had tried to ignore the butterflies he felt in his gut when she had first started working for him, the stolen glances across the room, the accidental touches in passing.

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

Jenny was there looking so pretty, with her long legs, bright blue eyes and bouncy blonde hair, there to listen. He had broken down in front of her and they ended up in a hotel room together during lunch. He talked, she comforted and listened. Jenny made the first move, kissing him on the cheek, it turned into a make out session followed by an afternoon fling.

John tried to push her away and not feel the warmth and comfort of her. Telling himself it was just once, a moment of weakness. But it was there a connection between them. That hole in his heart that he had been carrying around for years was now filled with her. Her passion for life, her understanding, her love.

He had started to prepare what he needed to say to Grace. How he needed to be let go, that they both needed to move on. That they were just suffocating each other by staying in a stalled relationship. It always sounded good in his head, but every time he started to get ready to confront her he chickened out.

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

“I know, I want to tell her.” 

Jenny stood in front of him, slid her arms around his waist and kissed him.

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

“Ok, tonight.” He said.

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

He drove around for a while rehearsing in his head what he was going to say to Grace. He decided to stop and grab a drink, hoping that it would help settle his nerves. He entered Pat’s Bar & Grill on 8th street, ordered a hamburger with fries, a beer and a shot of Jameson.

About four shots and two beers later he felt ready to go talk to Grace. He parked his car in the garage and entered the house. Grace was standing in the kitchen and he just started talking. Wanting to get it all out and over with quickly, so that he could go back to Jenny.

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

He walked through the kitchen to the stairs to go up and grab a few things, before leaving. His shoes were wet from the rain, he misjudged the step and slipped. Unable to regain his balance, his head hit the marble tile that surrounded the base of the staircase.

~ ~ ~ ~

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

“I wish I knew where you were.” Jenny brushed a tear away and continued hanging up missing person flyers. Jenny continued to hand out flyers on her way back to her apartment. She slowly climbed up the steps to her studio apartment on the third floor of an older historical building downtown. As she stood in the center of the room a small navy blue gym bag in the closet caught her eye, John’s ‘gym’ bag she smiled to herself, John going to the gym was there cover for the past year. Every Wednesday night and Saturday afternoon John would come here and for the first while he carried the gym bag back and forth, then it just ended up in the closet.

Jenny let out a sigh and sat on the bed.

“I just want to know where you are.” She said to the empty room.

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

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

“James it’s Jenny.”

“Hey, sis what’s up?” He answered.

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

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

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

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

“Thought so.” He said and dialed the phone.

“Hello, this is Detective Eric Stone.”

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

“Wow, hi James, long time, so what’s up?” Eric asked.

James explained his sister’s predicament. It didn’t take long for Eric to put it all together. James hung up with Eric and packed his bag for a quick road trip. He was not only curious about what had happened to John but also felt it was past time to catch up with his sister and old friend.

Detective Stone sat at his desk in the downtown police station taking in that his old friend from the academy, was now involved. All because John Summers assistant was Jenny Andrews. “Small world.” He muttered to himself. Trying to figure out if Grace needed to be brought in on any of this.

~ ~ ~ ~

James and Jenny arrived at Eric’s apartment. James knocked. 

Eric answered the door.

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

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

“No thanks.” Jenny answered.

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

“Grace?” James asked.

“James? From Seaside? It’s been a while.” She answered moving forward to shake his hand.

Grace had picked up James in a bar in downtown Portland about thirteen years ago.

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

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

~ ~ ~ ~ 

Route 18

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

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

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

Sarah called Grace. 

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

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

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

“Detective Sarah Miller.”

Grace sat at the kitchen table and dialed the phone. 

“This is Detective Miller.” 

“It’s Grace Summers, you called?’  

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

“This has to do with me how?” 

“She had similar markings on her, that match your report from last fall.”  

Grace just sat for a moment taking in what Sarah was saying. Another woman had gone to The Backdoor for a good time and now she is dead. She had tried not to remember that night, but pieces of it had begun to float back into her mind. 

“You are the only one that has made a report about The Backdoor.” Sarah said. 

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

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

“What was that about?” Eric asked. 

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

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

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

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

With just a simple small wooden sign over the door, The Backdoor it read. The parking lot was empty and it looked run down. They pulled into the parking lot and Grace pulled out a map of the area. She was looking for where she had woken up after that forgotten night.  

“This may be something.” She said to Eric as they looked at a road that turned off of route 18 about a mile down. 

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

They turned off onto a dirt road that twisted and turned into the woods. It was an overcast day but the dense trees made the road darker than it was. Eric flipped the switch for the headlights in Grace’s little Honda, as they continued along the dirt road. They came to a dead stop, a shiver ran up Grace’s back, making her shudder. A large two story, log cabin house stood in front of them.  

“That’s it. That is the house I woke up in.” She said. Eric took note of the house number and the name of the road they had turned on. 

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

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

“You can come back now.” An Officer escorted them into an interview room, where Sarah was waiting. 

“So what do we have?” Sarah asked. 

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

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

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

“Can we see the report on the dead woman?”  

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

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

“Relation?” He asked her. 

“She’s my niece.” Sarah answered.  

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

~ ~ ~ ~

When Grace and Eric returned home, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him.  

“Thanks for helping me find the house.”  

She pulled him into the bedroom and pushed him down onto the bed. Grace pulled her shirt off over her head, unfastened her bra and slipped off her panties. She moved to the bed and helped Eric take off his pants and shirt. She pulled down his boxers and discarded them to the floor.

She lowered herself over his cock and slid it into her mouth, rubbing her hand along his shaft. He let out a moan and leaned back on the bed. He ran his hands through her hair. She sucked harder letting his cock slide in and out of her mouth. 

She stopped, and moved up straddling his hips and sliding his cock into her. She let out a moan, he reached up caressing her breasts. She pushed against him letting his cock slide deeper into her. She moved her hips back and forth, thrusting faster and deeper. Fucking him till they came together. 

~ ~ ~ ~ 

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

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

She started eating as he poured her coffee. 

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

“Sarah called this morning. She found a name.”  

She stopped eating and looked up at him.  

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

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

~ ~ ~ ~  

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

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

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

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

A woman in her mid thirties with shoulder length dark hair entered The Backdoor, she was dressed in dark jeans and a tight t-shirt that helped accent her chest. She took a seat at the bar ordered a beer and a BLT. While she ate her sandwich and drank her beer, she watched the crowd of people, some dancing, others eating and a few playing pool.  

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

“I wouldn’t say no to a shot of Jack.” The woman answered. She gave him a smile and he ordered her a shot and took the seat next to her at the bar. 

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

“Sean.” He answered, shaking her hand. 

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

“One for the road?” Sean asked. 

“Sure.” Sarah said. 

Grace had finished her game of pool and was now standing behind Sean looking at Sarah. Sean ordered two more shots of Jack and turned away from Sarah before handing her the drink. Grace just watched as he slipped a small pill into the drink, it dissolved instantly. He turned back towards Sarah and handed her the shot. 

“Cheers.” Sean said.  

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

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

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

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

“I want to see where you took me.” She said looking at Sean.

They pulled up in front of the house and they all got out. 

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

“Show me.” Grace said. 

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

The cinder block walls were cold and damp. There was a faint smell of burnt candles, vanilla Grace thought to herself. There was a queen size bed against the far wall, it had a wooden foot and headboard. There were strands of red stained rope hanging off the four corner posts of the bed. The sheets on the bed were smeared with streaks of blood. Grace took a wooden kitchen chair from the side of the bed and placed it next to the foot of the bed. 

“Sit.” she told Sean. 

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

“Why?” Grace asked. 

“Why, not it was easy.” Sean said. 

She moved towards him and straddled his lap. She leaned into him and whispered. 

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

“What exactly did you do to me?” she asked. 

He looked at her and smiled. 

“Nothing you didn’t want or enjoy.” He answered.

Grace moved off of him. 

“You know what, I think we are done here.”

She walked over to Eric, and kissed him as he handed her his gun. Grace turned to look at Sarah, she nodded.  

Grace raised the gun and shot Sean in the head, his body when limp. Eric uncuffed and untied him. His body fell to the floor. 

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

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

As Grace and Eric drove home he reached over and squeezed her hand. 

“I love you.” He said. 

She smiled. 

“I know, I love you too.”  

~ ~ ~ ~ 

Grace opened her eyes, and tried to focus on the bedside alarm clock. It was flashing 12:00. “Fuck.” She said as she sat up and looked around the room. She was naked on a bed in a crappy motel room, except this time there were two other bodies in the room with her. Two guys laid naked on the bed with her. She got up off the bed and headed to the bathroom.

She splashed some water on her face, glanced in the mirror at her bloodshot eyes and pale complexion. She ran her fingers through her stringy red hair and got into the shower. While she soaped up and washed off the night’s festivities, the details of last night’s events slowly seeped back to her.


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

She entered the Late Night Spot around 10 pm, wearing her tight jeans and even tighter tee-shirt. She ordered her usual, a beer followed by a shot of Jack. She sized up the room took note of the guys playing pool and made her decision to take at least one of them home. The two guys shooting pool were good looking, average mid forties and appear to be enjoying their night out. Grace approached the pool table and invited herself to play the winner of the next game.

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

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

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

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

“Robert.” He said and also shook her hand.

“You can follow me, there’s a Westside Motel about a mile down.” She said and got into her honda. Tom and Robert got into their truck and followed her to the motel. She parked in front of room 14 and the three of them entered. Tom a good looking guy, made the first move.

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

Tom let out a moan and ran his hand over her breast, pinching her nipples. She took a step back from Tom and removed her shirt, showing off her dark purple satin bra.

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

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

He then moved back up her legs kissing the inside of her thighs and removed her pink lace panties. Tom kissed and licked, sliding his tongue into her pussy.

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

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

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

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

She moved up and straddled Tom’s hips letting him slide into her. She moved her hips back and forth sliding him deep into her. Robert sucked on her erect nipples, he ran his hand down rubbing her clit. Tom arched his back and came deep inside her. She leaned back letting Robert rub her clit till she came. Grace moved off of Tom, taking a seat at the table and took a long drink from the bottle of Jack.

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

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

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

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

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

“Good so who’s up for round two?”

Tom got up and went into the bathroom. Robert stood up in front of Grace, took her hand and led her over to the bed. 

She laid down on the bed, Robert lowered himself between her legs and enjoyed what Tom had left in her pussy. She arched her back and moaned when he slid his fingers into her while sucking on her clit.

He moved up her body kissing and caressing her. Robert let his cock slid into her and then pulled back teasing her with just the tip, making her squirm.

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

“Please, please fuck me.” She begged.

He grinned at her then thrust deep into her, Grace yelled out. He stopped, and turned her over onto her stomach. Tom had come out of the bathroom and was watching, stroking his cock. He moved over to her and slid his cock into her mouth. She sucked eagerly letting him fuck her mouth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck me.” He said. 

Grace got up, kissed Tom and pushed him onto his back in the middle of the bed.

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

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

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

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

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

~ ~ ~ ~

Grace awoke to Robert kissing her, as he slid his fingers into her pussy. Thrusting them deep into her, Tom leaned over and kissed her, he was stroking his cock, laying up against her. Tom stroked faster, while sucking on Grace’s nipple. She moaned and went to move her arm, only to find that her wrists were once again tied to the headboard with Robert’s belt.

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

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

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

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

~ ~ ~ ~


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Grace turned around Eric was standing there looking disappointed.

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

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

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

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

He took her hand and led her into the bedroom. Eric pulled her shirt over her head, unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down to her ankles. She stepped out of them. He hugged her, kissed her neck and unfastened her bra. She slid off her panties and laid on the bed. Eric undressed and joined her, he slid his hand in-between her legs and rubbed her clit. Grace moaned and kissed him, she rubbed his cock. He slid his fingers into her making her pussy wet.

“Fuck me, please.” Grace begged.

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

~ ~ ~ ~

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

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

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

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

Grace entered the confessional and poured her heart out to the priest. She told him about picking up random guys in bars, that she needed sex, craved the high. The adrenaline rush from being with a stranger. She even told him about wanting and having another woman.

Father Gabriel listened to her, he tried not to be aroused by her confession.  He explained to her that it wasn’t too late to save her soul.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good.” He smiled at her. He ran his hand up her bare leg and started to rub her pussy.

“Do you like that?” He asked.

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

“Come for me.” He ordered.

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

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

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

~ ~ ~ ~ 

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

She mentioned it to Eric.

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

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

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

Grace smiled and took a seat.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~ ~ ~ ~

Grace awoke to the smell of bacon and coffee.

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

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

Grace ate, then asked again, “What’s up?”

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

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

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

Eric entered Father Gabriel’s bedroom at 3 am he quickly duct taped the Father’s wrists and ankles together. Then he taped his mouth shut. Father Gabriel awoke in a panic, Eric held him down.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck Grace.” Father Gabriel yelled.

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

Father Gabriel shook his head. Grace looked at Eric.

“I love you.” She said.

“I love you too.” He said. She kissed him.

Grace moved to stand behind Father Gabriel, she kissed him on the cheek and whispered, “All you had to do was ask.” She pulled the knife across his neck letting it slice in deeply. Blood poured from his neck and he slumped over.

~ ~ ~ ~


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

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

Sister Bernadette sat straight up out of a deep sleep.

“What was that?” She strained to hear.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You have to punish them.” It said.

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

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

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

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

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

He answered the door.

“Hello, may I help you?” Eric asked.

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

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

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

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

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

“So what’s on your mind?” He asked.

“Where’s Grace?” She asked.

“She’ll be back soon.”

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

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

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

“Welcome home Grace.” She said.

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

“Take a seat Grace.” She said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What was your name before?” Grace asked.

Sister Bernadette looked at her slightly confused.

“Marie.” She answered. Grace smiled at her.

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

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

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

“Thanks.” She downed the drink.

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

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

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

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

Grace kissed her on the forehead and smiled at her.

“Yes, it’s fine.”

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

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

Grace ran this request by Eric, and he agreed.

~ ~ ~ ~

Good Night Grace

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

“Are you sure about this.” She asked.

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

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

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

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

“Comfortable?” Eric asked.

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

Marie let out a moan as Eric rubbed her breasts, gently pinching her nipple. Grace undressed and laid next to Eric’s legs, she ran her hands over his crotch, rubbing against his cock. She slid her fingers into the waistband of his lounge pants and pulled them off in one fluid movement. Grace made herself comfortable between Eric’s legs and begin, stroking his cock. Eric moaned and helped Marie off with her night shirt, he moved down and took her firm breast into his mouth, sucking on her nipple. While thumbing and squeezing the other breast. Maria watched as Grace worked Eric’s cock, sliding her hands up and down, and licking from the base to the tip of his shaft.

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

“Grace, please.” Marie asked.

Grace stopped and sat up, “Please what?”

“Please let me.” She said getting flustered.

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

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

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

Grace moved towards Marie and kissed her on the lips.


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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good?” Grace asks Eric.

“Good.” He answers.

~ ~ ~ ~

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

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

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

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

She opens her eyes and gazes out into the park.

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

“They must be punished.” It says.

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

Marie let’s herself into Eric’s apartment.

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

“No, it’s just me.” Marie answers.

“You’re home early, how’s it going?”

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

“Now for her.” the voice commands.

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

“Anyone home?” She asks.

“We’re back here.” Marie answers.

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

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

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

“Because you took him away from me.” She screeched.

“Who, Father Gabriel?” Grace asked.

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

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

“Good girl.” It said.

“Now we can go home.”

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

The End