Hours had passed since Kyle had been turned to a statue. The dark, red lit room was silent other than the sound of warm flesh slapping against cold hard stone. Marcus was dripping in sweat emitting enough body heat to melt ice. He had matched the rhythm of his powerful thrusts to the clock hands ticking away on the wall. Marcus was in his office the entire n...
Seth’s heart beat an excited rhythm as he hurried up the path in front of Dillon’s house. His hands trembled and his palms were a bit sweaty. He wiped them against his tan slacks before knocking on the door. He heard the approach of footsteps a moment before Nurse Sterning opened the door. She stepped back, allowing him room to enter. "Good evening, Mr. Eva...
Tucker Singleton stopped in mid stride toward the back of the courtroom, making the man who was following him run into him. "Uh, sorry," the man said. Tucker just nodded a distant recognition. Tucker always floated a bit above the normal press of the "little" people. In this instance, though, his attention had gone to the new line of defendants shuffling i...
My Spring Break assignments were not finished, just my time pretending to be someone I was not, well at least the sex I was not. I received a call from Kevin the day after the cross dressing assignment, he apologized a little bit for the previous day, then jumped right back into work. That night he had another client for me, this one he said was a known cl...
Millstone - ONE - (Hanging the Chimney Hook) All Rights Reserved © 2020, Rick Heathen This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental...
April 19,1948 The first thing Detective Mark "Mac" McParson saw was the faceless naked body lying flat on its back in the doorway to the penthouse apartment overlooking Central Park. Like always he ignored the blood and brain matter that was spread out like artwork across the marble floor only honing in on the body. "Whatcha got Simpson?" Mac asked as he c...
Fritz and Clint Folsom were sitting on a banquette, teasing each other through the folds and openings of their clothes in the dimly lit club and listening to the fat lady sing. This wasn't the Cologne leather club, Chains, where Fritz was the bouncer, though. As a reward for saving him twice from being fucked to death during that Rhine River cruise, Folsom h...
I was nothing if not persistent, so I went back to my research. This time I researched everyone in the mayor's office until I discovered that the mayor's deputy chief of staff was a member of Donatien's coven. All right, I thought, I'll just look for someone in that office that trumps his influence. And it wasn't long before I did. I was just about to get i...
Note to the reader: For those unfamiliar with the word 'tushy: 'tush' rhymes with 'push'. Chapter 1 The door to the interrogation room opened and Detective Henderson walked in. He dropped a manila folder on the table and sat down, staring at the teenage boy who sat opposite him with arms crossed defiantly. Scott Henderson's promotion to detective when he...
Millstone - ONE - (Hanging the Chimney Hook) CHAPTER ONE I like to train and keep myself fit for my job, but for those past eight weeks, my only exercise had been kicking myself. There's not much else a man like me can do from a hospital bed with my noggin imitating a mummy and my keister in hot water with the Russian mob. I won't take a stroll in Central...