Sheep's Clothing by Gary Lewis (free ebook reader for pc txt) 📕

the ceiling with a gasping shout as David’s moans became loud and deep. He squeezed his fingers around her waist, but she grabbed his hands and slapped them onto her breasts. The couch squeaked while she slammed herself up and down on him and he continued to caress her breasts.

She dropped her weight forward again, pushing her hands down onto the skin of his shoulders as her half-closed eyes hung over his, inches from his face. David caressed his left hand up and down the skin of her side and thigh while he rubbed and squeezed her nipples with his left. Sarah went up and down forcefully before shoving herself onto him as deep as it would go. “Ah!” she shouted as her back locked in an arch and eyes squeezed tightly shut. As her body jolted in his grasp, Sarah let out another shout. “Ooh!” David burst, pulsating deep inside of her and her body melted limp over top of him.

She slowly settled the side of her face onto his chest as he rubbed his arms along her sides, bringing them to wrap around her back. He slid his hand up her naked shoulder blades and pushed her bright blonde hair upward to his face where he took a deep breath through its golden strands while he stared at the ceiling, still caressing her back.

Chapter 18

As darkness consumed the skies of Pine Bluff, a thick fog slipped into the streets from the outskirts of town. It belched out from between the ancient, massive oaks and the jutting peaks of juvenile conifers, guardians of a world that existed outside the boundaries of civilization since long before Pine Bluff. Officer Benning's headlights did little but illuminate the white mist ahead of him as he sped down the empty backroads surrounded by unseen forests and fields. When he approached the dented stop sign of a lonely four way stop, he merely slowed with a few glances before turning the wheel and squealing out a right turn. Normally he would obey the traffic laws he enforced, but this was anything but the average call that it seemed. It was a lead.

Benning quickly clutched his radio. "Ten-four. Turning on Brown Street and Elm. En route to noise disturbance." After a couple steep, snaking curves along the cracked and crumbling asphalt, he slowed his police cruiser to a gentle roll before parking in the street and staring up a long gravel drive. "Here it is," he said to himself. 2155 Birch Tree Street. It was the address of William Giovanni, father of Tony Giovanni, one among several recently missing.

"Inform any evidence of animal immediately," the radio blared through garbled static. Benning's face grew hot. They want to get the feds involved. "They'll just come in, take over and start running things here," he said to himself as he reached over and switched off the radio. "Pine Bluff handles Pine Bluff problems." He stepped out and walked around the front of his patrol car, adjusting his belt and gripping the holster of his pistol.

With his left hand, he lifted a black, metal flashlight, flashing a bright beam through the mist with a single click as he shined it uphill toward the trailer. He walked cautiously just off the side of the gravel, sweeping his boots through the moist grass while holding his right hand on his holster.

A couple large shade trees stood about twenty feet apart in the front yard, casting shadows from the flashlight that concealed most of the light brown, metal, single-wide trailer. Dark windows surrounded the half visible front porch. To the right, just off the gravel driveway, sat a lone, rundown, blue pickup truck with a dull paint job that must have seen twenty years of summer drives come and go.

The sharp sound of busting glass was followed by a slamming thud from the blacked-out trailer now less than forty yards away. It was the only sign of life since he arrived. "Pine Bluff Police Department!" Benning shouted as he began to rush uphill through the grass, nearly tripping in a few large holes in the uneven ground until finally slowing down just behind the shade tree on the right.

Benning listened quietly as he slowly scanned the rest of the dark, lifeless front yard, eventually returning his gaze to the front door. After waiting a few moments, he drew his gun with his right hand, resting his flashlight over it with his left, as he aimed them together, sweeping back and forth while he approached the rickety boarded steps of the porch.

"Pine Bluff Police Department! Identify yourself!" he shouted again, one step after another creaking their way up until he stood at the screen door. It hung slightly open, the warped latch probably a sign of disrepair from years of forceful slams. "No sign of forced entry at the main door," he muttered to himself as he started to reach for his portable radio before hesitating. "I'll handle this."

He beat on the metal front door with the butt end of his flashlight. "Pine Bluff Police Department! Open up!" he shouted a couple times. No response. Officer Benning took two steps back with a deep breath and gave the front door a kick, flinging it open as he rapidly swept his light across the living room. He quickly flicked the light switch a few times to no avail. "Power cut?" he asked himself.

His bright beam slowly moved across the sofa. Its barn and country art pattern was accentuated by the lines on the false wood wall panels. The end table held an elegant white lamp that hovered above a large glass ashtray, crammed full of cigarette butts. It seemed to match up with the slightly tan stained ceiling. To the right, a bar counter separated the kitchen from the living room. On the left, a narrow hallway was concealed by a thick red curtain that hung from above. Aside from a pile of dirty dishes, everything looked in order in the living room and kitchen.

A heavy thump sounded from the