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breasts, better than he imagined. She looked down and admired his erection. Not Slick-sized, but she knew it was going to be good.
    MacKaye pushed forward again and she reached down between her legs to guide him in. She gasped like a porn actress when he slid inside, easily running the length of his dick into her.
    The table legs continued to scrape, Emma’s volume rose with each thrust. Her eyes were open, but unfocused on the ceiling, unaware of Delmer perched at his tiny hole in the floor.
    Delmer lay flat on the wood of his bedroom floor directly over her bed. He could hear the noises, knew what was taking place, but couldn’t see a damn thing. His dick in his hand wouldn’t get hard on merely sounds. He cursed to himself.
    MacKaye pulled out, expertly flipped her over and bent her forward, entering from behind. Another thirty-seconds of vigorous thrusting and it was over.
    Emma could have gone for an hour, but she was grateful to MacKaye for hitting restart on her system. A fuck like that really cleared out the pipes. She stayed still trying to hold him inside her for as long as she could.
    He pulled out, grabbed a napkin from the table and cleaned himself off. Emma slid into a chair before she passed out.
    “Wow,” she said.
    “Yeah.”
    She watched him carefully as he dressed. His cop body was toned and well cared for and watching his muscles move in the simple act of putting on a shirt got her wet all over again. After so long being with dangerous guys she neglected the thrill of being with the most dangerous kind – a cop. He had the power. He could send her away. He could cuff her. Do anything he wanted to her.
    She had to shake her head to get the thoughts to stop coming. He was fully dressed so any thoughts of a second round were dead.
    “I’ll see you around, Emma.”
    “I hope so.”
    He left, taking a last admiring look at her naked body as he closed the door.

CHAPTER 11
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    B o woke up when the shovel hit the floor next to his head.
    He had every intention of sleeping on the couch, but after the second bong load the night before, he’d slumped over and fell asleep on the floor. Mandy tossed a blanket over him and went upstairs with Steve to fuck, not thinking a lick about her dead father.
    The room still smelled like pot. Steve’s eyes were bloodshot and saggy. Mandy was wide awake. Bo wondered if she hadn’t hit a little something to pick her up.
    The shovel would be for digging up the yard to find Mandy's mom, at least that was the plan they talked about last night. Now it might do double duty to plant her dad in the empty hole once they found the old lady. They'd tossed Dad's body out onto the porch last night, before they lit the first bong load. They let him soak in the rain until he grew bloated and grey like a newspaper left on the porch in a storm.
    Bo alternated rubbing his hands across the raw marks on his wrists from his handcuffs. The marks on his ankles itched like hell.
    “Can we get some cereal first?” asked Steve.
    “Go ahead. I’m gonna start,” said Mandy.
    Bo braced for the inevitable; asking him to help drag the waterlogged body back to the tree line behind the house. The ground would still be soggy, though he couldn’t hear rain falling anymore. The body would smell.
    “What’s the rush?” asked Steve.
    “I’ve waited six years to find my mom. I know she’s back there somewhere. I dig her up and then I can get the cops to come over and bust his ass.”
    Come over and bust a corpse? Bo wondered, but he shook it off. This girl had daddy issues like he’d never seen before. “Mind if I grab a shower?” he asked.
    “Go ahead,” said Mandy. “You want to wake and bake?”
    “Don’t mind if I do.” Bo stretched and his back cracked in loud pops. Steve cringed, thinking of the gunshots from the night before. He was a timid mouse among two cold-blooded pythons. The whole time Mandy screamed for him to fuck her harder he couldn’t forget