“Yes, baby, that cock feels so good in sister’s pussy. Fuck me. Cum inside me.” He let out a groan and thrust his head back as he filled her with his seed. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his face.
“You want to control a man?” she asked Trudy. “This is how you do it. With love and compassion. And a warm, wet pussy. Now, get between my legs and eat his cum out of me. Clean me up.” Trudy looked at her, horrified.
“I can’t do that,” she said.
“You couldn’t kill your husband either. He did. He did it for you. This is the least you can do in return,” Ginger said. “Eat me, NOW,” she commanded, spreading her legs wide. Trudy looked down and saw Jeremy’s semen dripping out of Ginger’s wide-open pussy. She got on the bed and lowered her face to Ginger’s pussy.
“That’s it,” Ginger said. “Lick it out of me. Nice and slow. Do it like you enjoy it, and I’ll let Jeremy fuck you from behind, the way you like.” Trudy started getting into it, and Ginger held her head in place. Jeremy got behind Trudy and thrust himself into her from the back. She gasped out loud as he fucked into her. This went on for a couple hours, and the three of them fell asleep on Trudy’s large bed.
Trudy dropped Jeremy off at the Boardwalk Coffee House downtown the following day, then took Ginger back to her boutique. Following their plan, she went back home and called 911 to report her husband’s death.
Jeremy went into the shop and got a cup of coffee along with an order of biscuits and gravy he would eat in his room at Mrs. Anderson’s place. He never had biscuits and gravy until he came here and was surprised to find that he liked it. After getting his order, Jeremy walked out of the shop and looked around.
He saw the scarred, one-eyed Sheriff standing on the boardwalk talking to an older guy in an electric scooter. Seeing the big man there filled him with dread. He crossed the street and walked the three blocks to Mrs. Anderson’s place as fast as he could. Later that day, he learned Trudy had been arrested.
Jeremy knew it was only a matter of time before they came after him and his sister. He called Ginger at the shop, scared.
“What are we gonna do? We need to get outta here, as fast as we can, before they catch on to us,” he said nervously.
“We stick with AG’s plan,” Ginger said. “Lay low. Don’t do anything or go anywhere. Once we get paid, then we can close shop and go back to California.”
“I’m so scared,” Jeremy said.
“It’ll be alright,” she told him. “Just stay calm.”
But it wasn’t alright. Later that night, he saw the report that Ginger had been arrested. His universe imploded. She was his life, and now she was in jail. He had heard what goes on in these jails, and the thought of his beloved sister being gang-raped by hordes of surly rednecks made him sick to his stomach.
He stuck to their plan, but it wasn’t easy. He stayed away from the jail, as they discussed earlier. He often considered jumping in his van and leaving this place far behind. But he couldn’t just abandon his sister. He barely got any sleep the next four nights and became even more nervous and jumpy.
A plan was beginning to form in Jeremy’s mind, but he wasn’t sure if he could actually pull it off. He knew if he failed, he would probably end up dead. But he knew if he did nothing, he would either end up in jail for the rest of his life or dead at the hands of a state executioner.
…
Ryan sat at his desk and considered the growing pile of paperwork. The whole week had been difficult for everyone, and Bertram’s murder had hit the community very hard. Things were progressing, but not quite as fast as he would’ve liked.
Dr. Childress, the medical examiner, finished the autopsy on Wednesday, releasing the body to Bertram’s son, Ryan, who arrived from Lackland that same day. A special memorial service for Bertram was scheduled for Saturday, and the board asked Ryan if he would be so kind as to give a short eulogy.
Ryan agreed, knowing he wouldn’t be the only speaker. Part of him didn’t even want to go since he had promised Beverly he would help with a new chicken coop. But his wife didn’t even want to hear it.
“No, Ryan,” she said. “You’re a very important and respected man in this community. It’s only right that you do this. Besides, Juan and Rose had some free time the other day, so they came over and helped me with the coop.”
Juan and Rose Hernandez lived just down the road from them, and Beverly had known them for years and invited them to their wedding, where Ryan first met them. They were a really nice couple, and Ryan had sampled Rose’s Mexican cuisine more than once.
“Well, we’ll have to have them over for dinner to thank them,” Ryan said. “But I’m taking you out to celebrate your birthday Saturday night.”
Ryan took a sip of his coffee and fired up his video conference application. It was nearly time for the scheduled meeting.
Dr. Childress finished his chemical substance analysis on the spear tip late Tuesday. He told Ryan the analysis prompted a report to some new federal agency.
“What was it you found?” Ryan asked.
“Something I’ve never seen before, Sheriff,” Dr. Childress said. “Judging from the chemical structure, I’d say it was some kind of psychotropic drug combined with a paralyzing agent.”
“Would it have killed Bertram?” Ryan asked.