Blind dating part
When the kid hesitated, the gunman put a round in the wall above the headboard. The gunman motioned for Ben to get on his knees at the side of the bed. You want me.”The gunman nodded, stepped close to Ben. Before Ben could figure out what it was, he pressed it to Ben’s neck and stunned the kid.
When they came up for air, Ben grabbed the bottle of Pappy Van Winkle and took a swallow.“Hey,” she said, grabbing at the bottle, “what about me? “Patience, baby, patience.”He took another swig but was careful not to swallow.
She did the same for him and she kissed his chest, brushing her hand across his nipples.
As Ben fingered the clasp of her bra, Martina pushed him away. When they were done, she lay with her head on his hairless chest. First times, even at their best, come with a certain amount of awkwardness.
Jesse’s tug-of-war with booze no longer held any romance for him, nor anyone else. He remembered he was a cop, the top cop in a town fifteen miles outside of Boston. As Victorian houses went, it was more reserved than most, smaller than the sprawling manses that dotted cities and towns throughout New England and points south. No gazebo, no wraparound porch, no whimsical paint job, no whimsy at all.
It stood solid and restrained as Harlan Salter, the dry-goods magnate who had commissioned it in 1888.
He turned to face the two nude college freshmen, pointing the tip of the suppressor at them.