the puzzle together. âGot you.â
âThey wanted you to send someone over to investigate it.â The officer handed Detective Mike Johnson a piece of paper. âThatâs the address,â the officer announced.
Detective Arthur Love moved in closer. He didnât utter a word. Instead he just stood there and stared at Mike Johnson. Senior Detective Mike Johnson shook his head in defeat. âHere, take it!â
âI owe you one.â Love beamed. âNo, I owe you two,â he corrected himself.
Chapter Nine
Treacherous struggled to make his way to the bathroom. With each step, he let out a light grunt. The pain in his chest brought him discomfort, but the spasms in his lower back had him hunched over like the hunchback of Notre Dame. Baby had offered her help but he declined. He knew if he wanted to recover quickly he had to push himself.
He eased the shower curtain back and reached over to turn the shower on. When he pulled it back he saw a spider resting on the showerâs handle. He flicked the spider off the handle then turned the water on and adjusted its temperature. Once satisfied, he slowly climbed in and positioned himself underneath the showerhead in a way in which the water would not hit him directly on the chest.
The hot water beating up against his flesh was just what Treacherous needed. He turned around and let it serve as a back massager. It felt as if he were being massaged by thousands of little warm hands. After about five minutes, he turned back around. He lathered his body with soap, careful not to get any on his bandages. He then repositioned his body, slid his head under the stream of water, and closed his eyes. He then stretched his arm until his shoulders were directly under the shower-head, and he placed his hand on the wall for support. The little motel shower made it difficult for his wide frame.
A funny feeling on his fingers caused his eyes to shoot open. When he looked up he noticed he had placed his hand in the spiderâs web up in the far right corner of the shower. It sat right below some built-up mildew. He shook his head at the conditions he and Baby had to deal with. He peered down at the wound. The veterinarian had left an L-shaped incision just off to the right of his left pectoral. Treacherous ran his hand across the stitches protruding from his chest. He realized how blessed he was to be alive. He also thought about how blessed he was to have someone like Baby in his life and corner. In a short period of time, she had proven she was the type of woman he had read about his mother being. Treacherous truly believed he had found his ride or die chick. The love he felt for Baby was indescribable to him.
I love this girl to death. Sheâs the one.
His mind was abruptly interrupted by the touch of a hand around his semi-erect dick. Treacherous opened his eyes. He was in such deep thought that he never heard her enter the bathroom.
When Baby slid the curtain back she couldnât help but admire the sculpture of his body. For a moment she just stood there staring, watching him with his eyes closed and his head under the water. She began to feel tingly inside. She could feel her now moist cat throbbing as she gazed at his dick. Without warning, she leaned in and gently grabbed hold of it. She smiled when his eyes shot open as she stroked his manhood. It grew rock hard in her hand. She could feel it pulsating.
She stepped into the shower, moved in closer toward him, and raised up on her tippy toes until she was staring into his eyes. The average person would have only seen his mesmerizing brown eyes, but Baby saw more than that. She saw love in them. A love she believed he only had for her. She pressed her lips up against his. Treacherous embraced the kiss by parting her lips with his tongue. They became one as the two passionately battled in a lip lock. They exchanged breaths as their heartbeats danced to the same rhythmic beat.
The kiss seemed
âThey wanted you to send someone over to investigate it.â The officer handed Detective Mike Johnson a piece of paper. âThatâs the address,â the officer announced.
Detective Arthur Love moved in closer. He didnât utter a word. Instead he just stood there and stared at Mike Johnson. Senior Detective Mike Johnson shook his head in defeat. âHere, take it!â
âI owe you one.â Love beamed. âNo, I owe you two,â he corrected himself.
Chapter Nine
Treacherous struggled to make his way to the bathroom. With each step, he let out a light grunt. The pain in his chest brought him discomfort, but the spasms in his lower back had him hunched over like the hunchback of Notre Dame. Baby had offered her help but he declined. He knew if he wanted to recover quickly he had to push himself.
He eased the shower curtain back and reached over to turn the shower on. When he pulled it back he saw a spider resting on the showerâs handle. He flicked the spider off the handle then turned the water on and adjusted its temperature. Once satisfied, he slowly climbed in and positioned himself underneath the showerhead in a way in which the water would not hit him directly on the chest.
The hot water beating up against his flesh was just what Treacherous needed. He turned around and let it serve as a back massager. It felt as if he were being massaged by thousands of little warm hands. After about five minutes, he turned back around. He lathered his body with soap, careful not to get any on his bandages. He then repositioned his body, slid his head under the stream of water, and closed his eyes. He then stretched his arm until his shoulders were directly under the shower-head, and he placed his hand on the wall for support. The little motel shower made it difficult for his wide frame.
A funny feeling on his fingers caused his eyes to shoot open. When he looked up he noticed he had placed his hand in the spiderâs web up in the far right corner of the shower. It sat right below some built-up mildew. He shook his head at the conditions he and Baby had to deal with. He peered down at the wound. The veterinarian had left an L-shaped incision just off to the right of his left pectoral. Treacherous ran his hand across the stitches protruding from his chest. He realized how blessed he was to be alive. He also thought about how blessed he was to have someone like Baby in his life and corner. In a short period of time, she had proven she was the type of woman he had read about his mother being. Treacherous truly believed he had found his ride or die chick. The love he felt for Baby was indescribable to him.
I love this girl to death. Sheâs the one.
His mind was abruptly interrupted by the touch of a hand around his semi-erect dick. Treacherous opened his eyes. He was in such deep thought that he never heard her enter the bathroom.
When Baby slid the curtain back she couldnât help but admire the sculpture of his body. For a moment she just stood there staring, watching him with his eyes closed and his head under the water. She began to feel tingly inside. She could feel her now moist cat throbbing as she gazed at his dick. Without warning, she leaned in and gently grabbed hold of it. She smiled when his eyes shot open as she stroked his manhood. It grew rock hard in her hand. She could feel it pulsating.
She stepped into the shower, moved in closer toward him, and raised up on her tippy toes until she was staring into his eyes. The average person would have only seen his mesmerizing brown eyes, but Baby saw more than that. She saw love in them. A love she believed he only had for her. She pressed her lips up against his. Treacherous embraced the kiss by parting her lips with his tongue. They became one as the two passionately battled in a lip lock. They exchanged breaths as their heartbeats danced to the same rhythmic beat.
The kiss seemed