Its aroma filled every crevice. Into the silence, only punctuated by the shallow breath of the two players in Mrs Peters’ game, the television screen flashed back on, and the echoes of past fucks swamped the room. Jess assumed it was probably her getting screwed on the screen, but that didn’t mat...
I’d like to pace out the area so we can get some field-walking teams set up. We could fill each other in on the day as we go.’ Too wound up by how her confession would be received when she made it, Beth didn’t bother to admonish Harrison for calling her “doll” again. Pulling on a second jumper as...
The bruises she’d received the previous day were blooming across her flesh, and a matching flush of shame covered her face as she saw Lee hasten past her office door. Switching her computer on, Jess daren’t lift her eyes from the screen, not wanting to accept the quiet need she had recognised in ...