You can go ahead and have a seat.” “Thanks.” I sit down in a chair by the window. It’s a comfortable room, more like a den than a visitation room in a detention facility, cheerful even. There are pictures taped to the walls that I assume are drawings or pages torn from coloring books and sent in ...
It had been a slow morning at The Passionate Pansy, and she was relieved to have a potential customer to take her mind off what had happened the evening before. A young man walked up to the counter. “I’m looking for . . .” He checked the envelope he was holding: “Nikki Wilkes?” “That’s me,” Nikki...
There’s nothing else to tell you. The picture you showed me, that’s him. That’s all I know.” It was hard for Helene to speak through her swollen, bruised lips. “Did you see a car of any kind?” Steve asked her. “No. I thought he’d walked. There was no car, not that I saw.” “He thought your house w...
And he hasn’t let me come once. I’m in misery. I’m still chained to the head of the bed when he straddles my torso. “Now I’ll get you ready to go to the store.” He grabs the bottle of lube, pours a generous amount between my breasts, and presses them together. I’m pretty sure I know where this is...