All Chapters of Sweet Hole: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

I still remember the first second I saw her. One glance into those icy, ocean-colored eyes and I was undone. We met at the airport. She was only twenty then, newly divorced, carrying the quiet weight of a life that had already cracked once.Her former husband, Marvin, had married her the moment she stepped into adulthood. Not long after, he became wrapped up in criminal trouble and received a punishment that many said was excessive. Whether fair or not, it was enough to shatter their marriage and leave her staring at the wreckage including the financial burdens he abandoned. That was when she decided she needed a different future.Preshy had always drawn attention without trying. Growing up in Florida, she matured into a woman people noticed the instant she entered a room. Men watched. They always did.Our relationship ignited quickly intense, reckless, almost cinematic. Within months, we were married, settling into a place near Central Beach in Fort Lauderdale. The ocean became p

“Preshy, you can sit back down now,” Dr. Sam said calmly.She returned to the couch and reached for her jacket, but he gently stopped her.“Please, stay as you are. From now on, for the purposes of this therapy, it’s best if you come in comfortable, without worrying about changing clothes. It will save time, and I’ve scheduled appointments so your privacy is fully respected.”Preshy sat beside me, hands resting on her knees, her cheeks flushed and a little warm. Her breathing was slightly faster than normal.“As you probably understand,” Dr. Sam continued, “consent is always the foundation of this work. Preshy, can you tell me how you felt during the examination we just did?”She fidgeted slightly but quickly gathered herself. “I felt… surprisingly comfortable,” she admitted.“And why do you think that was?” he asked.“Maybe because it fel

"In ten or fifteen minutes.""I'll just wait twenty minutes and call back. Thanks a lot."I called Candice's home. She answered. I said, "Bill is in Yakima. Get the kids and go now, Mrs. Cannon!""OK!"I drove to a car rental place and rented a white Chevy Suburban. The woman behind the counter said it would be a few minutes; they wanted to wash it for me. I asked them to leave the outside dirty but vacuum the inside and it would be great. Ten minutes later I was headed for the big truck stop in Gresham.Candice called from Hood River. Her car was quiet. Her kids must have guessed something was up."Do you know where the big truck stop is in Gresham?""Yes.""There is a motel behind it. Park next to a dirty white Chevy Suburban. When you're parked or worried call me.""OK." She hung up.I went to the motel and checked in. I asked for a room as far from the highway as possible. The woman gave me one on an upper floor way at the back of the motel. I registered as Mr. William Stevens. No

"Fifty dollars will just give me enough gas to get home.""Perhaps if it had been me you were fucking and not Mr. Stevens you wouldn't be in this jam. Perhaps if you had honored our marriage vows you would be happily married instead of sitting in a car that isn't yours, far from home, holding divorce papers in your hands.""I never fucked him!""Oh? Who was it with his hand and his cock in both your pussy and your ass? Who was that? I sure as hell wasn't me!"I hung up. I stopped and bought some lunch and headed west. Half an hour later the cell rang again. Happily it was Candice, not Charlene."Hi. Can I bother you?""Of course. What's up?'"Susan let me know that both our spouses have been served. Your wife was sitting in a car belonging to the farm in a Goldendale gas station and Bill was served in his cell in Yakima. The server reported that the police laughed when Bill saw what the papers were. I smiled when she told me.""I talked with Charlene. She denies anything happened.""W

Chapter 155Standing in front of the glass case Mike looked at every gun. The glass case was four cabinets pushed together, end to end, well lit, with at least a hundred handguns inside. At the far left end were the 22's. Target pistols, six round revolvers and clip fed guns. One had a barrel less than two inches long and one had a barrel a foot long. Mike thought about the damage that tiny piece of lead could do. He moved to his right.Three 25 caliber shiny guns, all in a row. One chrome, one stainless steel and one blued. All three small enough to be carried in a pocket. All three used a clip and held five rounds. His evaluation was that the 25 couldn't do the damage he wanted unless it was very close to the target. He stepped to his right. He looked at the 32's and then the 38's. At the 38's he thought he was finally at some guns that would and could do what he wanted. He remembered that police used to carry 38's. They m