Jake Randolph in "The Naked Beat" Pt. 8
The cigarette smoke hung in the café like London fog as Rebecca entered. She took off her overcoat to reveal a black strapless dress that was worth maybe a hundred bucks. She made it look like it was worth millions.
She crossed the floor to the bar like a beautiful stream lazily tumbling over a hillside. She walked behind the bar and planted one on me. Her lips were soft, wet and shook me to my core. I hadn't been wobbled like that for a very long time. Made my mind wander.
Easy, Randolph, this is play acting, I thought.
- Category: Crime, Murder & Mystery
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Neville Hunt about 8 years ago
I can visualise her crossing the floor, liquid sexuality. Come on Jake, you gotta live dangerously...that's what you do ain'it?
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Christopher about 8 years ago
Thanks, everyone. I appreciate it.
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Christopher about 8 years ago
Thank you, Robbin.
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Christopher about 8 years ago
Sorry, L. Michelle, but I don't have it all written yet. I suppose you could wait until I finish it and read it all at once after it's posted, but I don't know how long that will take. The first Randolph story was 190 drabbles.
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Christopher about 8 years ago
Thank you so much, Aspen.
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Christopher about 8 years ago
I understand, L. Michelle. It was out of respect for Neville that I went ahead and began posting them.
