a.n. OK, I'm going to get going straight away. Some major things happen in
this chapter, but it's gonna be hard to write without giving too much away.
Chapter Seven – Kait
"Hello, Mr Rainey." Whispered a small, blonde policewoman. "How come you're not wearing uniform, miss?" Mort asked. "Because I thought plainclothes would be more attractive to ya." She replied, sexily. "Indeed. Now, Inspector...." "Sanders. Kait Sanders." "Miss Sanders, there's a body on my sofa. It's kind of freaky, because I didn't put it there." "OK, Mr Rainey. Let's go take a look." They walked into the sitting room and Mort took off his hat. He could have sworn the policewoman had undone the top few buttons on her shirt. He looked at her, and she looked, confused, right back at him. "Here it is." Mort said, gesturing towards the heap on the sofa. The officer didn't even twitch. "She's seen it before." Mort thought to himself. "It appears to be the body of my late wife." Concluded Mort, come over all Ichabod (lol) "Hmm." Sighed officer Sanders. She threw the blanket over Amy's dead face and walked towards Mort. "Now, Mr Rainey. That's over with, I want to get down to business with you." "Excuse me?" asked Mort. She began to walk towards him and he backed away. She was undoing her top as she went, until she eventually had him pinned against the wall. She went to kiss him, and he pulled away. Then, he thought "I haven't had sex in two and a half years. What the hell?!" And he returned the kiss.
They lay next to each other in Mort's bed. It had been so painful for Mort to do something in that bed, after all, the last person who'd slept in it was Amy, and now she was lying downstairs while he was sleeping with the police officer that had come to investigate her death. Ironic or what?! But, he'd done it, and it felt great. Mort wrapped the sheet around his waist, leaving his chest exposed (mmmmm nice thought!) and sat on the edge of the bed. "I think you'd better go now, Officer," he whispered, kissing her neck and then her collarbone. "Oh Mort, don't make me leave now." She moaned. "I'm sure you've got lots of work to be getting on with down at the station." "You're the only thing I've got on my mind, I won't be able to concentrate." "Please, officer, go." "Mort, it's Kait." "Kait, go please." "Alright." Kait sighed, reluctantly and stood up. Mort sighed. She was beautiful and she had a great body.
She put on her clothes and left Mort sitting on the edge of the bed thinking how amazing she was.
a.n. No, I'm not Kait, before you ask lol! Sorry that was short, it's going to get better and I am determined to finish Chapter Ten tonight. That will be the last one. Three chapters to write in three quarters of an hour? Hmmmm. (Bad girls is on at nine lol!) Maybe I won't finish it. If I don't, I'll finish it on Wednesday.
Chapter Seven – Kait
"Hello, Mr Rainey." Whispered a small, blonde policewoman. "How come you're not wearing uniform, miss?" Mort asked. "Because I thought plainclothes would be more attractive to ya." She replied, sexily. "Indeed. Now, Inspector...." "Sanders. Kait Sanders." "Miss Sanders, there's a body on my sofa. It's kind of freaky, because I didn't put it there." "OK, Mr Rainey. Let's go take a look." They walked into the sitting room and Mort took off his hat. He could have sworn the policewoman had undone the top few buttons on her shirt. He looked at her, and she looked, confused, right back at him. "Here it is." Mort said, gesturing towards the heap on the sofa. The officer didn't even twitch. "She's seen it before." Mort thought to himself. "It appears to be the body of my late wife." Concluded Mort, come over all Ichabod (lol) "Hmm." Sighed officer Sanders. She threw the blanket over Amy's dead face and walked towards Mort. "Now, Mr Rainey. That's over with, I want to get down to business with you." "Excuse me?" asked Mort. She began to walk towards him and he backed away. She was undoing her top as she went, until she eventually had him pinned against the wall. She went to kiss him, and he pulled away. Then, he thought "I haven't had sex in two and a half years. What the hell?!" And he returned the kiss.
They lay next to each other in Mort's bed. It had been so painful for Mort to do something in that bed, after all, the last person who'd slept in it was Amy, and now she was lying downstairs while he was sleeping with the police officer that had come to investigate her death. Ironic or what?! But, he'd done it, and it felt great. Mort wrapped the sheet around his waist, leaving his chest exposed (mmmmm nice thought!) and sat on the edge of the bed. "I think you'd better go now, Officer," he whispered, kissing her neck and then her collarbone. "Oh Mort, don't make me leave now." She moaned. "I'm sure you've got lots of work to be getting on with down at the station." "You're the only thing I've got on my mind, I won't be able to concentrate." "Please, officer, go." "Mort, it's Kait." "Kait, go please." "Alright." Kait sighed, reluctantly and stood up. Mort sighed. She was beautiful and she had a great body.
She put on her clothes and left Mort sitting on the edge of the bed thinking how amazing she was.
a.n. No, I'm not Kait, before you ask lol! Sorry that was short, it's going to get better and I am determined to finish Chapter Ten tonight. That will be the last one. Three chapters to write in three quarters of an hour? Hmmmm. (Bad girls is on at nine lol!) Maybe I won't finish it. If I don't, I'll finish it on Wednesday.