Act Three Five hours later, with the party in full swing next door, I heard the unexpected sound of knocking at the front door. I went to open it, and found Lauren looking up at me. “Well, hello…” I started, figuring this really was my lucky day. But before I could even finish my greeting, she pushed past me and into the house. I caught a blast of cheap perfume as she brushed by. “No, please, do come in,” I said sarcastically. I ran my eyes over her unashamedly. The bikini was gone. She had a short, tight pink vest on, which left her midriff exposed above a pair of similarly tight… 続きを読む

Prologue My name is Steve Reynolds and I’m not a very nice man. I never have been, really. I was never one of the good guys, even as a k**. I’ve always been a gambler, always pushing my luck, even when that luck came at someone else’s expense. If you don’t ask, you don’t get. My dad taught me that, at a very early age. Son, you make your own luck in life. Another favourite of his. Nice guys finish last. Full of clichés, was my old man. But in my younger days those clichés served me well. Especially when it came to girls. Sure, I got verbally abused. Laughed… 続きを読む

Act Two I turned and headed up the stairs. I had nothing of real value downstairs, so I wasn’t bothered about leaving them in my house unobserved. As I put one foot in front of the other on the shabby carpet, I became increasingly convinced I’d made the right decision. Something about the intensity of Shannon’s gaze had suggested she was beyond my persuasion. But Lauren had already shown her love for cash could overcome her self-respect. She just needed to convince her friend to join her. I headed into my bedroom, my heart thumping with anticipation, trying not to think of the crazine… 続きを読む