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Chapter 22
As Leila crept closer towards the building to get better video of Gary Kline trying to pull a B&E into the Stillwater Bar, she had an important decision to make. She could call the cops and rat him out, but that would also drag her ass deeper into this whole mess. That would put her name on another police report, another potential opportunity for Ulric Blackwood to hunt her down.
Well, that logic could go fuck itself, because she was already past knee deep in this shit creek. Besides, as soon as she cleared Sterling, she would hit the road. This could be a crucial piece of evidence for Sterling’s defense. Because even if Gary was only guilty of adultery, it sure looked suspicious that he was breaking into the bar alright. It would definitely cast some doubt into a jury’s mind, if things went that far. Make it even harder to prove that Sterling Mount murdered Clyde Morten beyond all shadow of a reasonable doubt.
As she watched Gary finally resort to usin
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Leila watched from her truck parked across the road, as Sheriff Thorne bungled his way through his half-assed investigation, or more correctly called in some back-up to do most of the leg work. She wasn’t leaving that lot until the police left. She decided to make good use of her time though. Starting by a detailed email to Sterling’s lawyer along with a copy of her video.Next, she decided to have another look at the Facebook page to the bar, as well as any other social media sites connected to the joint. Her tedious, blurry-eyed search was rewarded though, as after a couple hours of staring at a tiny screen, it was clear that Gary Kline was accounted for at the window of Clyde’s murder.His friends surprisingly were an active social media bunch, for middle- aged men, but perhaps that was just because they were extremely intoxicated that night. Photos, short videos, and even some tweets seemed to give Gary an alibi during the time of the murder. One
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When Leila emerged from the bathroom, heading to raid her laundry basket, she expected to see Zenia sprawled unladylike in her kitchen chair the way she’d left her. But Leila stopped short when someone very different and most unexpected grinned at her from the kitchen. Sterling stood in the doorway, with a shy smile, one hand in his Levi pocket, and the other clutching a bouquet of flowers. It took her a moment to recover her senses and realize this was in fact real life and not the start of the best erotic dream ever. She was dressed the part in nothing but a towel, and so was he in hip hugging jeans accentuating his glorious backside, and a plaid shirt that was unbuttoned a generous amount down his chiseled chest. She blinked a few times to make sure he was still standing there.“I’m sorry to show up here unannounced like this, but I just had to see you, Leila. I hope I’m not being too forward. I can go if you want. I just wanted to make sure y
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Sterling’s nimble fingers danced up Leila’s inner thighs causing her body to shiver. She swallowed thickly as the anticipation of his touch on her throbbing bud was nearly too much to bear. But the sexy bar owner hadn’t been joking when he’d said he had no problems taking things slow. He smiled up at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes, before he lowered his head to replace his fingers with his mouth. The softness of his kisses against her creamy thighs stole the breath from her lungs. His touch was so soft, his lips so featherlight, goosebumps adorned her skin in his wake. Despite the heat in the room, the fire in his eyes, Leila found herself quivering atop the table.His hot tongue glided a line gently up her inner legs, getting ever so close to the cusp of her moist slit. His thumbs traced idle circles on the outside of her thighs. The combination of which, the damp heat of his tongue, and the firmer pressure of his fingertips, was nearly enou
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Leila wet her lips as she eyed Sterling Mount’s glorious manhood in front of her. He was thick, hard, long, and beautiful, a nice pulsating present she’d happily unwrapped. His boxers had joined the pile of his clothing on her kitchen floor by the sink. She paused for a moment to appreciate the view, the huge, erect shaft amid corded muscles of marvelous thighs.She tore her eyes away from his cock upwards, across that delightful V of his hip bones she reverently traced with her fingertips, up those tufts of dark hair trailing down from his belly button, her gaze ascending all the way till her eyes met his. She was rewarded when his body shuddered at her gentle touch. He swallowed thickly, his eyes bright, his body tense and waiting. Waiting for whatever she was willing to give. And this man deserved all of her. And Leila would give herself to him a piece at a time. He’d already claimed her heart and she looked forward to giving her body to him as well.
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It was hard for Leila to clear her mind and focus on the way to Margret Morten’s house. Savored memories of what she and Sterling had gotten up to in her kitchen, and the promises of their date night ahead, filled her mind and her body with heat. It was a good things Zenia had insisted on driving because her Volkswagen had air that still worked, which helped to somewhat cool Leila’s overheated skin. But the mid-July heat couldn’t be solely to blame for it as Leila fanned her most modest sundress away from her breasts to allow the cool air to seep in like a most welcomed caress. Well, almost as welcomed as the one the sexy bar owner had treated her tingling nipples to atop her table. She had tried without success to stop thinking about the man who made her body still shudder even now after being parted from him for over an hour. It had been a long torturous hour in the most delightful ways as her mind imagined all the good things to come and her body responded to it
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Leila tugged down her dress as she stood on the stoop of the Morten house. She’d forgotten why she didn’t wear this dress very much, because it had a tendency of riding up her ass, the fabric shrunken when she’d thrown it in the dryer against the warning on the label a couple months back. But it was too late to do anything about it now. Beside her, casserole in hand, Zenia made sure her rosary was on full display and that her breasts were not. The several buttons she’d undone in the car because of the heat, the Cuban hastily put back together after Leila had pointed out the near mistake. It was a lucky save, but it gave her more doubts on Zen’s ability to pull this off.Zanna Valdez would never show that much skin, hell the girl barely showed her knees to the world, and she would never use most of the colorful vocabulary her twin liked to paint the town with. She attended mass twice weekly, volunteered at the old folks home, gave up meat during l
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As Mrs. Morten headed off into the kitchen to get that pie, Leila and Zenia put their heads together for a private powwow of sorts.“I hope you know what you’re doing here girl. Trying to get the old lady to talk. But if you say the wrong thing, it’s game over,” warned Zen.She picked up a Fig Newton from the coffee table, sniffed it, then scrunched up her face and put it back.“Why do white people like to eat cardboard? Where’s all the flavor?”Leila grinned, “Much farther south. But just follow my lead. I know she’s holding out on us. She knows something. She has too.”“I’m getting some serious unhealthy incest vibes in this place. I mean Clyde is like what, old like forty, and it’s not normal for a man to have never lived on his own. He’s like still attached to his mama’s tit or something. Creepy. And did you notice like all the pictures o
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Forty-five minutes north of Stillwater, sat the town of Sugar Creek, and as far as Leila could tell, there was nothing sweet about the near ghost town. More than half the businesses on the main street were boarded up, with going out of business sale paint peeling off the neglected store fronts, and the remaining merchants didn’t look that far behind from also shuttering their doors by the state of things. Whispers of a bygone era of Florida Cracker vernacular architecture, with metal roofs, raised floors, and wrap around verandas to offer shelter from the brutal sun, lay in disrepair and rot.Perhaps once, the town had been charming, upkept, and thriving, but those glory days had long passed. The closure of the sawmill had killed the town, now it was just a faint echo of its former self, or more aptly, all that remained of its quaint splendor was dust. More than half its remaining residents lived below the poverty line and relied on government su
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