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Click hereIn the entrance hall, I had to lean against the wall. My legs were shaking. John Stanley was dead? But I saw him or did I?
David looked at me. "What's wrong, Jenn?" Then he stared into my eyes. I could see myself reflected there. There was an instantaneous red flash, just for a fraction of a second. Then it was gone. But it had an affect on David. He appeared stunned. He stood there just looking, not staring, but looking at me, not saying a word. My hand reached out and touched his arm. David stiffened and shook slightly for a moment. I could feel the kind of power coursing from my hand into him and I knew David's mind was no longer on his job. Starting at that moment I was going to have my husband. Tomorrow this, whatever it is, might be gone. But tonight I would have him all to myself.
"David, take me upstairs. Tonight you are going to fuck me until I scream. Now get moving." David laid his jester's cap on across the balustrade and started, grinning, wordlessly up the stairs while unbuttoning his jerkin.
Because of your pissy, rude mannered intro, I will NOT be sitting the hell down, and shutting the hell up. I'm instead going to tell you to stay in school, and give you a nice big fat 00. An Amazingly effective turn off.
and I enjoyed reading it. Never mind about the "wet back" comment that anon. made. It fit with the narrator's bitchiness.
The attitude alone would earn the five, but the rest of the story is just as well done. Just enough freaky and creepy without going overboard. Good luck in the contest.