DALE CALLAHAN If you're lucky you might get more than a kiss… more than a kiss… If you're lucky you might get more than a kiss. Her words played over and over inside my head through the ride back home. It played when I struggled to sleep and it played when I got out of bed. It played when I went out for my morning jog and it played through my cold shower. It played through the one-sided conversation I had with Glenn, my neighbor and it played when I looked at the time to see I had an hour left for our date. I'd decided at the last minute to take her out to the place at Kentsville. I couldn't remember the name but I was pretty sure I'd remember it for a long time after that night. I felt comfortable in an open button shirt and denim jeans trousers. The only thing missing was my confidence at that point. It somehow drained out of my body completely like loose fluid. The drive to Caleb's cabin was a rough one. The weather was having a hard time trying to decide whether or not to be

DALE CALLAHANI’m not quite sure how we managed to get upstairs but we did. We stumbled into the bedroom and fell on the bed together. At that point, she was in her underwear while I had just my boxer. Her dress had come off somewhere along the stairs but I couldn’t be entirely sure about my shirt and trousers.Her body burned my hands but still I touched it. She felt so soft it was hard to believe she was real. Her smooth delicate curves, her round ample ass. She was perfection come to life.Everything else faded away as our passion took over completely. Our insatiable lust pulled our strings and we moved. There was nothing left to do but move.My heart raced as she pushed her lips against mine again. Her kiss took my energy like she was pulling life from my core. With her eyes shut tight, she moaned softly into my mouth.Need and lust consumed me. There was no fighting it. Her flames burned me, scorching everything I have. “You’re so amazing,” I said through the brief pauses in the

DALE CALLAHANThe week turned out crazier than I imagined it would. With the whole ruckus at the office, the whole town was buzzing with talks of a killer being loose. The heat we were taking was massive seeing as we had two bodies in less than four days in a town that was small enough to play hide and seek in.Sheriff Roscoe had aged severely due to the pressure on his ass in cracking the case. Although we were dealing with an amateur killer who left everything we could use to get his DNA, we still had no idea who he was.The recent victim, Eva Simons, was well-known in town. She was one of the girls down at the “Blue Point''. Blue Point was the only club in town and according to our intel, Miss Simons worked as a stripper mostly doing pole dances because of her flexibility and experience as a gymnast.I’d met her once at the bar. She had been good looking but she wasn’t my type. The men around her then could form their battalion. Now she is gone.The Sheriff made us follow several l

DALE CALLAHANThe insistent yet annoying sound of my phone ringing tried to wake me up several times but failed. With the cold seducing me deeper into sleep's arms it might take a miracle to wake me up.The phone rang relentlessly until I couldn't take it any longer.Who the fuck wants to get me out of bed so bad? It better be the president himself or God."Who is this?" I mumbled.Meg's voice brought me out of my sleepy drawl. I could barely understand what she was saying as she went on nonstop without taking a beat. Her voice quivered as she spoke."Calm down." I sat upright in bed. "Let's start again. What happened?"***"So you saw the creepy waiter here?" I wanted to be sure I understood the cause of her hysteria."Yes." She scowled."He was jogging too?""That's what I said."I still didn't get it. "So why are you freaking out?""Don't you get it?" She cried out. "He's the killer! He works in Kentsville but lives here in Stanton. I'll bet he moved recently too.""That's some goo

MEGHAN TINSLEYMy eyes slowly fluttered open, greeted by blinding white light. Confusion fogged my mind as I struggled to recall the events leading up to this moment. The last thing I remembered was following the waiter into the woods and then the shed. He entered the shed and then – darkness. And now, I found myself in an unfamiliar white room, the air heavy with an unsettling silence.Where am I? How did I get here?Panic surged through me as I realized I was trapped. There were no doors in the empty room. Fear clawed at my throat as I took in my surroundings. The room, devoid of any furniture or windows, seemed like a sterile prison, designed to hold me captive. Its emptiness mirrored the void in my heart, and a shiver ran down my spine at the thought of what awaited me.The next thing I noticed which should have given me comfort was that I wasn't tied up. My hands and feet were free but so also was my body. Someone had gone through the stress of taking off my clothes leaving just