“Hello?” Joyce called into the alley. “Are you okay? Should I call the poli-““HELP! HE’S GOING TO KILL ME!”Joyce dropped her umbrella as...the scream startled her. She looked around for a phone booth to call the police from. There! About 20 feet away. She booked it towards the red windowed booth and started dialing. 9. 1.BAM!Joyce screamed as a hand slammed against the window of the booth. The rain streaking down the window made it hard to make out the figure the hand belonged to. Joyce’s. It was mid-week when I got the call I had been expecting. It was my mother-in-law. After a brief hello, she got right to the point.“Jeff, what happened with you and Jennifer?” she asked, “She told her mother you’re not seeing each other anymore.”“Yea Mom, that’s true.” I replied, “I just wasn’t ready.”“That’s not true Jeff. I know better, just what happened? Jen’s mother is really upset, she really likes you.” she demanded.I didn’t know what to say and not give Jen away which I had no intention. Once her tremors were gone, he spread her legs and lowered himself down on her. His hips still moved. They were slow and steady now. Her dark blonde hair was plastered to her face with sweat. His fingertips brushed each strand away, kissing her lips each time. Samantha's eyes remained closed. Her lips responding when she felt his warm lips against hers. "I hate you so much." Samantha wrapped her arms around him, her hips beginning to respond to his movements.Dillon chuckled as her tongue darted. All of the back doors were locked up tight, but Sandra ran into a surprise when she grabbed the knob of the door at the back of the bakery department. "Oh," she groaned, and turned her palm to see the frosting on her hand.With an explosive sigh of frustration, she walked to the backroom bathroom to wash it off. As soon as she reached the door to the women's restroom, she groaned. The out-of-order sign meant that the sink had probably sprung a leak again before she'd arrived for the day.Sandra.