Mitch sits on the cold slab. Eyes red-rimmed, hugging herself, she rocks on the seat.The door clangs open."You..." The officer says no more, simply thumbing out of the door.Out in the office the lawyer, Theo, stands waiting. Dark-suited, briefcase in hand, he regards Mitch without expression. "Miss Kimberley."The duty officer jabs a finger at a sheet. "Sign."Her eyes rise. "What's happening?"Theo says, "You've been bailed, but you and I need a talk. On behalf of Mr Devlin.""Please, I need to talk with Max himself."Curtly, "Mr Devlin does not want to talk to you, Miss Kimberley. He is a very busy man. He accepted your call and assigned me out to assist you. That is the extent of his involvement with you." He sniffs. "I'll not presume to guess why he did that much." He turns, picks up his briefcase."Mr Aldred, please, just call him. I have to speak to him. Please...""Is it to do with this case?""Yes... No... Yes... It's not what it looks like. I don't tak

CHARLOTTEWe park up. Some distance away, there is movement in an area I know only too well. A man in a hi-vis jacket and hard hat moves with purpose, setting up a theodolite; one of the modern 'total stations' with EDM and GPS. However the new park is laid out, the exact position of Blessingmoors will never be lost. Even if it were under a retail complex or a sports centre or a car park, it could be found again...... if needed..."What's happening?""They're about to move in with the earthmovers again and finish the demolition process." He scans the area, settling on the portable site office squatting on its trailer amid mud, stacks of black piping, spools of blue piping, pallets and paraphernalia. "I need a word with Sam. I'll not be long." He hands me a file, then waves out over the sea of rocky debris and once-were-roads. "Outline plans for the park. You can entertain yourself lining it up with the reality. I'll come find you."He moves off in search of the site foreman.

RICHARDMichael's bar of choice turns out to be more of a club, humming with activity. A singer croons from the stage; soft jazz which can barely be heard over the vibe of the crowd. A glitter ball spills multi-coloured light across a dance floor and here and there, a strobe splatters occasional black light. The two women take stools at the bar, whilst Michael, James and I find a table in a quieter corner.Girl time...Charlotte, so far as I usually see, normally drinks wine, but Michael has bought cocktails for both her and Elizabeth. The technicolour extravaganzas arrive draped with umbrellas, fruit, butterflies on sticks and a sparkler fizzing out of the top. The women watch them arrive and both burst into helpless laughter. Then, heads close, they start talking."How is she now?" I nod towards James' and Michael's communal wife."Getting over it, I think," says James. "Without a doubt, it shocked her, learning that Klempner is her father."Michael grunts agreement.

"Give me my stuff, Angelo."He won't meet her eye as she scrabbles through bags, snatching whatever looks useful and stuffing into a holdall. "Mitch, I'm sorry. He threatened me..."She looks up; the briefest of eye contacts. "It doesn't matter. You were scared. I get it. I'm scared. I'm going.""Where to, Mitch? Where will you go?"But she doesn't answer...He's already betrayed her once..."Mitch, there you are!" She swivels to see Frank propped against the bar. He gives her that big, all-American smile of his. "I was beginning to think you and Larry had run off into the sunset together." Turning to the barman, "Beer and a whiskey chaser, please, Angelo." Then, "What can I get you, Mitch?"Her eyes dart to his and then, flushing, she looks away again, shoving stuff into her holdall."Mitch, what's wrong?"She mutters something incomprehensible.Angelo slaps the drinks down on the bar next to him, but Frank ignores them. "Mitch? What is it? Have I done something t

JAMESAnd I draw my tongue in a long smooth stroke through the length of her. And again. Her pussy is wide, swollen and fluid, and as I delve deep, swiping and lapping and licking, she pulses, throbbing flesh carrying the promise of a crashing orgasm...Yes...Drive her over the edge...Withdrawing just for a moment, I repeat. "I haven't given you permission to come."Her voice rising half an octave, "Master... I can't...."And I return to her clit, aiming for the sensitive spot she has to the base, probing, massaging and working her.She bucks, then abruptly stills, although still straining, and I look up to see Michael across the bed, grinning as he pins her arms above her head. "Let's see how obedient you can be to your Master."Draw it out...Ramp it up...She's flooding, shaking violently and I back off, allowing the tension to ease for a few seconds, then taking her clit between my lips, inserting fingers inside her, I both suckle and fuck her, deliberately ta