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So far in May’s Fiction Mystery Relay… Two young best friends are playing with a camera one day. One is murdered. Years later the film in that camera is developed. Something is revealed in the last photo on the roll. If you have not been following the story, I would suggest you start at the beginning…
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You stare at your woman, not comprehending as the fog clears. “Ellie, what the fuck!”
The fire in her eyes matches the color of her dress, the man beside her takes a step back.
The woman in red tosses a photo at you, it flutters down. Your head is pounding as you try to focus, it’s that little girl that was killed, the one that looked like the woman in your dad’s photograph. You stare back at the pair above you.
“So, what do you want me to do with him?”
She stares at you and shakes her head. “You know what we want. Kill him!”
The man you know as Mr. Yarnold pulls a Sig Sauer P230 from his coat and levels it at your head.
“Fucking hell, Ellie! Who is this guy, why are you doing this?”
“Look closer, Steve, who else is in the picture? You killed my best friend.”
You see yourself behind the girl, spying from the bushes, you stare back at Ellie. “You were the girl with the camera?”
The woman in red turns, high heels clacking her way out.
“I didn’t do it!”
Yarnold raises the pistol, the barrel flashes, and in that split second you think of John Dillinger, it’s always a woman in red.
The smell of stale beer and fried food greet Ellie, she is glad for the darkness in The Old Black Swan, nobody would see that she had been crying. Dave was waiting at a table in a rear corner, the pint of ale in front of him barely touched. He hated the waiting.
“Is it done?”
“Guess? is he dead or not? Did you give that man the money?”
“Well, I didn’t wait around to watch, but I heard the shot. Yes I gave him the money, and a promise of something else to make sure he did it.”
Ellie doesn’t tell Dave that she has already fucked him as part of the deal. She wasn’t happy at the time, but it seemed necessary as she had not hired a killer before, he had suggested that it might seal the deal. And, he did have a nice penis, so it wasn’t all bad. Elle had never had an uncut one before, and she was curious as she pulled on the foreskin just what it would it would be like. He got hard in her hand as she jerked him. “Yes, just like that, a little faster please.” “You like that?” “Oh yes.” “Do you want me to suck you?” “Yes, oh God yes, do you like to suck cock?” “Yes, but you can’t come in my mouth.” “I want to.” “You can’t, but you can come on my tits.” Ellie drops to her knees and unbuttons her blouse, revealing breasts held fast in a red brassiere. She begins to suck the man fondling and squeezing his testicles. He begins to moan. His stiff penis feels good in her mouth, she hadn’t expected she would get so turned on. “I want you to fuck me before you come.”
“Good, maybe my Susie can rest now,” says Dave.
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The Fiction Mystery Relay will be continued by TheKinkyWife
I apologize to May and our dear readers, for taking so long to add my chapter to the relay. Unfortunately the entire west coast of the United States is on fire. While I am not in danger, I have been helping friends who have lost everything, so was a bit distracted. Elliott
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