'He's going to give in to his teenage urges' she thought to herself as she
moved her hand to cover his crotch area. Michael's eyes rolled back for a
split second and then came back to his senses. Still no objection to what
Sadie was doing. She reached up to his pant buckle and Michael pulled into
a nearby empty parking lot where he parked his car and reached over to
touch Sadie's hair. Sadie pressed her hand down inside his pants and made
Michael feel good. He unhooked her bra with a single motion and took off
her shirt at the same time. 'He's a pro' she thought to herself 'this is
going to be good'. Sadie sat across him, straddled him in the drivers seat
and kissed him tenderly on his soft, juicy lips. He kissed her back,
hesitantly at first then more passionately at the next tongue thrust. He
placed one hand on her chest, the other on the crotch part of her pants,
and pressed firmly with one finger. She felt he was ready, and so was she,
she assisted Michael in the process of taking her pants off, while she took
his shirt off. Nice body. Michael had a four pack and pretty well formed
pecs. Sadie opened her purse and whipped out a condom, put it on Michael as
he watched. His eyes grew wide when she sat all the way down and his senses
took the best of him. He closed his eyes and she closed hers and the day
became suddenly great. She had never had sex where she was on top, and it
was a whole new sensation to her. She opened her eyes periodically to see
Michael's twisted face. It always turned her on to see a guy in pleasure.
She smiled.
"Does this mean that we're together" Because I don't do one nighters" Michael asked Sadie who contently smiled at him from the passenger seat.
"I don't know Michael. I would like to, really. How long are you staying down here for?"
"About three weeks left." He stated as he cheerfully played with her hair.
"Do you do that often?"
"I've had my share of times. Usually I have to put the move on my girlfriends, I've never been with anyone as forward as you."
"I've only done that a couple of times. I've never been on top"
"You're pretty good at it though" Michael finished. Moment of Silence.
"What's your last name?"
"Dekin. Michael Peter Dekin." Michael responded with a pretty nice smile. Straight teeth.
"Dekin. Well, Mr. Dekin, I'm Sadie Danielle Willow. I used to be Sadie Danielle Chandler."
"Used to be?"
"Yeah. My family is in heaven now, I suppose." Sadie said as she grabbed Michael's hand and kissed his palm.
"I'm sorry." He said with a sincere look in his blue eyes. A sincere, but mysteriously changed look. Sadie reached up to run her fingers through his dirty blonde colored hair.
"It's strange because I know your last name from somewhere else. I just don't know where" Sadie stated as Michael's face suddenly became tense.
"I don't know. My father is a well-known man, maybe you know him from newspapers or something" Michael said as he started the car "We have to get you back for Ryan."
"I forgot about that. Thank you for reminding me" Sadie whispered as she reached in her purse for her cell phone. "I aught to give him a call"
"Go for it" Michael said coldly, his whole persona changed in the matter of a second. Dekin.
"Dekin?" Ryan asked Sadie who stood in the shadows of the dark room and changed her shirt so that she was wearing one of Ryan's.
"Yes, the name seems so familiar."
"You don't know the Dekin family business?" Ryan asked as he wrapped his arms around Sadie's waste and pulled her onto his deep satin blue colored bed.
"I'm afraid I don't. Enlighten me"
"Michael Dekin's father is known to be a hit man, only the FBI and CIA can never locate him. He goes around, killing families at a time. Ruining people's lives for certain business reasons I suppose." Ryan pondered for a moment as Sadie crawled into the space between the wall and Ryan. She turned to him, running her fingers across his chest. "I heard a story once, his style is usually burning. He would observe the house by night from a nearby watch-spot, and in the night, know every door lock and chain. He would break in, turning the oven on so that the gasses would fill the house. If the family didn't suffocate in their sleep, in the morning when they would go to start a fire, the place would blow up. Famous for Dekin. Peter Dekin is his name."
"That's what happened to my family." Sadie whispered into the darkness. "Although I never met then, the Dekin's were the family next door."
The cops didn't know what to make of it; accident? Must be. Such a high class and well liked family as this one couldn't have been hated by any. Or could they have been? Investigators would soon know the reason. The oven was left on, that was apparent. Obvious. You could smell it lingering in the air. Why? The burning apartment lit up the night, causing the rest of the building to be evacuated. Luckily for everyone, this apartment was on the top so when it blew up, only the roof area was ultimately affected. Two dead bodies and a couple elderly people with oxygen masks. That was it. The coroners van pulled up outside of the seventeen story building, wearing dark clothes so that any blood wouldn't show up, and gloves. They held two body bags and entered the building. Bystanders and newscasters filled the streets with van and cars, baby carriages and cameras. It would make the eleven o clock news easily. The Willow family was dead.
"Does this mean that we're together" Because I don't do one nighters" Michael asked Sadie who contently smiled at him from the passenger seat.
"I don't know Michael. I would like to, really. How long are you staying down here for?"
"About three weeks left." He stated as he cheerfully played with her hair.
"Do you do that often?"
"I've had my share of times. Usually I have to put the move on my girlfriends, I've never been with anyone as forward as you."
"I've only done that a couple of times. I've never been on top"
"You're pretty good at it though" Michael finished. Moment of Silence.
"What's your last name?"
"Dekin. Michael Peter Dekin." Michael responded with a pretty nice smile. Straight teeth.
"Dekin. Well, Mr. Dekin, I'm Sadie Danielle Willow. I used to be Sadie Danielle Chandler."
"Used to be?"
"Yeah. My family is in heaven now, I suppose." Sadie said as she grabbed Michael's hand and kissed his palm.
"I'm sorry." He said with a sincere look in his blue eyes. A sincere, but mysteriously changed look. Sadie reached up to run her fingers through his dirty blonde colored hair.
"It's strange because I know your last name from somewhere else. I just don't know where" Sadie stated as Michael's face suddenly became tense.
"I don't know. My father is a well-known man, maybe you know him from newspapers or something" Michael said as he started the car "We have to get you back for Ryan."
"I forgot about that. Thank you for reminding me" Sadie whispered as she reached in her purse for her cell phone. "I aught to give him a call"
"Go for it" Michael said coldly, his whole persona changed in the matter of a second. Dekin.
"Dekin?" Ryan asked Sadie who stood in the shadows of the dark room and changed her shirt so that she was wearing one of Ryan's.
"Yes, the name seems so familiar."
"You don't know the Dekin family business?" Ryan asked as he wrapped his arms around Sadie's waste and pulled her onto his deep satin blue colored bed.
"I'm afraid I don't. Enlighten me"
"Michael Dekin's father is known to be a hit man, only the FBI and CIA can never locate him. He goes around, killing families at a time. Ruining people's lives for certain business reasons I suppose." Ryan pondered for a moment as Sadie crawled into the space between the wall and Ryan. She turned to him, running her fingers across his chest. "I heard a story once, his style is usually burning. He would observe the house by night from a nearby watch-spot, and in the night, know every door lock and chain. He would break in, turning the oven on so that the gasses would fill the house. If the family didn't suffocate in their sleep, in the morning when they would go to start a fire, the place would blow up. Famous for Dekin. Peter Dekin is his name."
"That's what happened to my family." Sadie whispered into the darkness. "Although I never met then, the Dekin's were the family next door."
The cops didn't know what to make of it; accident? Must be. Such a high class and well liked family as this one couldn't have been hated by any. Or could they have been? Investigators would soon know the reason. The oven was left on, that was apparent. Obvious. You could smell it lingering in the air. Why? The burning apartment lit up the night, causing the rest of the building to be evacuated. Luckily for everyone, this apartment was on the top so when it blew up, only the roof area was ultimately affected. Two dead bodies and a couple elderly people with oxygen masks. That was it. The coroners van pulled up outside of the seventeen story building, wearing dark clothes so that any blood wouldn't show up, and gloves. They held two body bags and entered the building. Bystanders and newscasters filled the streets with van and cars, baby carriages and cameras. It would make the eleven o clock news easily. The Willow family was dead.