Stephen answered the telephone.“Good evening, Stephen, Terry Wilson, sorry to ring just as you’ve come in but I’m afraid I was hit by our friend...Gareth this afternoon.”“Were you just! Tell me all.”Terry did so. “I’ve written a statement. What would you like me to do with it, give it to you or hand it in to the police station?”“Let me have a look at it first. Could you bring it round now?”“Yes of course. Grace will be with me as I’m not allowed to drive today because of the concussion. We’ll be. Twice she makes an appearance coming back into the building dressed as if she is returning from a job. I assume her daughter is at school.The noise from her apartment seems to have quieted down, or maybe since I know what Annisa is facing my subconscious accepts it. Each night I hope that she will call, but so far nothing.It has been over a month since we talked. Coming home one evening, I am following a young girl on the street. She is wearing a school uniform consisting of a skirt, white. To hit key deadlines, weekend working became a necessity which meant I had to spend more Friday and Saturday nights in Leeds and fewer with Ian in Manchester.Fortunately, Harry was available to help, giving up parts of his weekends too, working late with me, helping with the more demanding analyses and keeping me company during some of the evenings when I finished late, exhausted.A week before the end of term, I was invited to lunch at his house to meet his young, pretty, highly pregnant wife. She exhales. "Only."My reflected breath from her ear is hot. "Imagine it's my cock inside you, Leah. Easing in. Picking up pace. Fucking your tight arse while you're restrained." I pause to let the imagery sink in. "That excites you, doesn't it? To act like a dirty slut. Just for me."Her swift nod is electric. I sit up, switch off the vibrator and ease it from her. Leah emits a huge groan.I smirk. "You'll just have to wait. You've been very naughty taking a sick day from work solely to fuck..
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