1. A MILLION DOLLARS A FUCK-PART2


    Date: 9/4/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: cyrano, Rating: 82.4, Source: sexstories.com

    that's it. You're going to make some lucky man a fine wife, Boochie." "They're coming back," Tyrla chuckled. The two detectives re-entered the room. "It checked out, Brendan," Det. White said dropping a manila folder on the table. Boochie choked loudly on a blast of cum then lept into Det. Raymond. "Don't think you're off the hook, punk!" Det. Raymond shouted, slapping his palms of the table again, spraying Brendan with a remnant of Uncle Jack's spunk. "You may not have been there to do the deed, but you set it up. That makes you just as guilty." "Give them up, Brendan." Det. White sounded like a father chastising his son. "It's better you do it while you still have some bargaining power. If we find out on our own, you're going down with them." "I had no part in it." "Brendan, you knew where the keys were, you knew the security code, and you had five one-hundred dollar bills in your wallet. We caught you with you hand in the cookie jar." "What happened, mutt? The old man befriend you, give you odd jobs to put a little money in you pocket? And this is how you repay him?!" This was more than just a bad cop routine. Brendan could tell this man really hated his guts. "How did you know about the keys and the code, Brendan?" "It's complicated." "Well, you better simplify it in a hurry, you piece of shit! I'm through fuckin' around here!" "This should be good," Tyrla purred, leaning in the corner with her arms and legs crossed, the riding crop gently tapping her thigh. "I died when ...
    I was eight years old. I was clinically dead for fifteen minutes. You can look it up. I'm in the medical books. When I came to, I could see into another world... or diminsion. I don't know. That's how I know about the key and the codes. I've never been to that house before in my life." "Are you telling us you see dead people," Det. Raymond said, his fingers forming air quotes. "They're not dead. They don't die. They're Ekhalu, a hybrid race of humans and angels, or aliens, what ever you want to believe. But they exist. When their original bodies died, they had to find hosts in order to keep functioning in this world. They've been moving from host to host every since." "Brendan, that doesn't tell us how you knew about the keys and the code." "Mr. Park was a host. I know what he knows because his walk-in, an Ekhalu named Kiimpu, showed me." "Bullshit! Sell it to Hollywood, scumbag. This is a murder investigation. We don't have time for fairy tales." "Wait...you said "you know what he knows," Det. white said leaning foward. You mean you know what Mr. Park knows ...or knew?" "Mmm hmm." "So then you know who killed him?." "Yeah." "Well then, out with it, nimrod! This ain't a game of twenty questions." "I want a deal. You drop all the charges against me and I walk." "Fuck that! How about we lose you in the system 'til you're ready to talk? Have those gang bangers supply you with a steady diet of dick." Brendan just looked over to Det. White. "Alright, Brendan. I'm sure we can work ...
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