"Now can we go to the Sheriff?" Dillon sat down on the couch, next to Jamie and across from Megan and Heath who were sharing the loveseat. He took a sip of the coke he'd brought with him from the kitchen, wishing it was something stronger. Jamie shook his head. "Not until we know all of it." Dillon should have known it wasn't gonna be that easy. "Why in t...
I wasn't sure I wanted to go to Randy's party. On the one hand, it's the last days of the winter break, and I had only just gotten back into town from seeing my family over the holidays - it would have been nice to take this Saturday night off and get things in order before class starts up on Monday. Professor Hensley has already sent us an email with an adv...
Driving home from the mall I got to thinking about what I had done in less than a week: I'd had sex with three guys, including my best friend, a total stranger and my girlfriend's father, and one woman, my girlfriend's mother. It seemed like the only person I hadn't had sex with recently was my girlfriend. I hadn't seen much of Jenny in the last two or thre...
I arrived in Dallas on a Thursday morning. My old fraternity brother and roommate was getting married that weekend and had asked me to be his best man back in college one night after a night of beers and pot smoking. I didn't think he would remember asking me on account of the weed and alcohol, but then I got a call from him about a year ago confirming the o...
Warning: this story contains scenes of violent, non-consensual sex. **** Steven could not believe that he had a fat quarterback's cock driving into his throat. A relatively skinny, splayed out like a roasted pig on a locker room bench, with a fat dick plowing into his mouth. It was juicy and veiny, everything he had imagined from the porn scenarios he had...
Clint arrived at work the next morning as the lieutenant was gathering the squad around the case board, which had the photos of three similar-looking blond-headed men—the three victims of the case they were working on—pinned to the center of the board. Another photo of a similar-looking man was pinned off to one side. Clint recognized this one as the dead wi...
My friend Marcus and I entered the building and caught the elevator to the basement floor, and when the doors opened we looked at each other warily. The hallway was extremely dim from what we could see, and for a moment I considered letting him go in by himself. "Are you sure this is the right place?" I asked. "Of course. 69 Appleton Street. Apartment B-5,...
Chapter One There were myths handed down over the years, stories of another time when there were no Derkelyng. Only humans ruled the land, and legend said these humans didn't hide from the night. Theylived and loved without fear. Theyhad organized schools, governments, banks, a written word, and theyowned businesses. Theyeven kept time differently, it was s...
I picked my way through piles of corrugated tin, broken toilets, and lawnmower parts and came to a halt when I saw the blue uniforms and the wheel-less old Lincoln Town Car, with the smashed-in engine compartment, sitting on concrete blocks. Mullins had said it was an Inevitable Case when he'd called me, but I'd never get used to seeing the various ways that...
About six months after my divorce, I decided to accept the company's long-standing offer and transfer to New York. Being a small-town guy from the Midwest, I was a little intimidated about moving to such a big city, but I felt like the change would do me good. Most of my friends had been my ex-wife's friends first, so I was beginning to feel isolated. If som...