Melissa awoke to bright sunlight streaming through the glass windows. The warmth felt nice on her skin.  Rolling onto her side she opened a sleepy eye, she had a sudden feeling of dread, as she saw a tie that was not Brock’s, and a memory of last night came flooding back, Chris, she remembered the way his hands felt on her body, and the way he felt inside her, for a brief second she smiled then she felt an arm drape across her. That feeling of guilt gnawed away at her insides. She’d cheated on Brock. A single tear ran down her face as she realised this fact.  She was in her own world thinking of what to say to Brock how to redeem her relationship when a voice, thick and scratchy from having just woken up, startled her.  “Good morning babygirl. Not too stiff I hope.” The voice came from behind.  She immediately turned over, and was met with Brock’s smiling face, an eighth of an inch of stubble, and very messy hair.  Bro

After a little while the doorbell went getting up off the couch Brock got up and walked over to the door.  Melissa sat on the couch, her head hanging and tears falling down onto her lap. Gritting his teeth knowing he feels helpless to stop this Brock opens the door.  “Mr Milligan?” The detective asks. “Yes. Come in. Miss Hartford is in the living room.” He steps to the side and in the detective walks past him, taking a seat on the opposite couch to Melissa. Shutting the door Brock follows him and sits next to Melissa taking her hand that’s now in her lap.  “Can you take me through tonight’s events?” He asks.  Melissa nods and starts to recall everything that has happened, including the phone call, the detective writes everything in a notebook.  “Ok. I’m going to bag all the stuff and take it to the forensics.” Sliding on a pair of latex gloves, he disappeared into the bedroom.  After a few minutes,

Melissa stood up getting ready to leave. “There’s really no talking to you. I came here in good faith to make you aware of what was happening as you don’t care.” Blake ran and grabbed her hand pulling her into his chest causing them both to fall on the floor. Blake looked into her eyes as Melissa lay on his chest. Putting his hand on her cheek a very loving and caring gesture he moved his head up towards hers and kissed her again, this time though she brought her knee up between his legs connecting with his genitals. Blake howled in pain. Sucking at his teeth he howls “Again?” Melissa extracts herself from the floor, and runs to the door. The hot sting of tears in her eyes. She fiddles with the lock as she hears Blake get up. She ran down the stairs, her heeled boots clump clumping as she went. She could hear the pit pat of Blake’s feet as he chases her. “Melissa, honey w

LATER THAT EVENING. “Dinners ready.” Blake called to Melissa who had had a nap and a shower. Walking down the stairs with damp hair falling around her shoulders and her face Melissa could smell the scent of baked trout, her mouth salivating at the thought. An hour later with full stomachs Blake and Melissa retired to the couch with a full bottle of Malbec both slightly tipsy. “So I gotta know.” Blake considered for a minute asking Melissa what she saw in Brock. But quickly changed her mind. “What was young Melissa like? Party girl? Nerd? Or were you miss Popular?” He smiled as he said this. “I was very studious, but I wasn’t a nerd, I wasn’t popular either.” Melissa made a face like she was remembering a bad incident. “I was just normal. My turn now.” Melissa squealed with glee “What was Blake like as a teen?” “I was

After meeting with his lawyer Shane was armed with all the documentation he needed. He got in his car and drove to where they holding Blake.  Getting out Shane met with his lawyer. “Mr Hartford. Are you sure you want to do this?” The small man, dressed in an expensive suit and thick rimmed glasses asked.  “Mr Lawerence.” Shane turned and looked him straight in the eyes. “If I’m wrong about this guy I want to know. And I’m fairly good a judge of character. I can also tell when someone is lying which is why people hate to play poker with me.” “Then why didn’t you pick up on it when you first met Mr Milligan.” Steve Lawerence asked as they walked towards the entrance. &n