I have a very sick and twisted mind and I am the girl I write about in this story. This is one of many of my complex fantasies! If you enjoy it or hat... it, please feel free to comment. I am a relatively new writer... in fact the only other piece I have ever written is on this site (My Kidnapped Hell) I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I am enjoying writing it! – Liz.Neighbours From HellThump. Thump. Thump.Thump. Thump. Thump.I threw my quilt over my head, my eyes stayed shut. I was. "So how long have you and Justin been partners?" he asked, sitting back a little and picking up his refilled glass."Almost five years now," she said, sipping her own wine. "He trained me when I started homicide. I must have driven him nuts with all my questions and that puppy eagerness you see in the newbie detectives. I was so damn proud of that gold badge, I think I stuck it in anyone's face that would look at it." She pushed her plate to the side, leaning her elbows on the table. "He even. He was beginning to think that he felt sorry for the woman, and the position she was now in. Her husband was missing, and may or may not have been involved in a serious shooting. The fact that she didn't know he was even in town, though, made the detective wonder what exactly was going on.The detectives, along with their two forensics experts, soon concluded the search of the garage and car. It was while the technicians were carefully going over Lisa's car that they noticed something. I can hear clearly in her voice that she would be excited for a break, but also that she hopes I’ll say no.“Definitely,” I tease her, then whisper “but not until you cum.”She bites her lip and looks at me with eyes which ask if she must, or if she can make it up to me in bed later. In the bed, in the bath, the shower, the beach, the pool. With my gaze I tell her that she will do those things, but that she still has to cum for me now.I know she wants this plane to land, and I’m not.