1. SOUND ADVICE--Part 2


    Date: 9/22/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Romance, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 93.9, Source: sexstories.com

    much thought to Gail or Paul. Even now I wasn’t so sure I was sorry to see their plight. That would have been me if I hadn’t tumbled onto their plan. I was just about to return my pistol to the drawer when I noticed two large manila envelopes on the chair. In one were multiple copies of official death certificates from Nairobi, Kenya for Gail McCafferty and Paul Sheridan. I knew that Paul had a million dollar policy on his life so now his wife Amy should be able to collect. In the other was a copy of The Daily Nation, an English language newspaper from Nairobi, dated about a month ago. The top story dealt with the identification of victims from the suicide bombing of a small tourist hotel by the terrorist group al-Shabaab. The bombing had occurred only a week after their disappearance from the U.S. Lacking power equipment, the debris had been removed bit by bit by hand labor over a period of nine months. No recognizable bodies had been recovered from the hotel’s total destruction, but identification had taken place through badly burned passports and other ID that had been discovered in the debris. Two Americans—Gail McCafferty and Paul Sheridan—were listed among the dead both from their passports and their names on the register. Apparently, Odoyo wasn’t entirely evil, after all. None the less, I was deeply disturbed by his visit and was short with my staff, even Sheila, all afternoon. We were home just after five when I sat at the kitchen table. Sheila joined me then asked, ...
    “Going to tell me what the hell’s bothering you now?” I looked up, hesitating before answering. “I don’t think we should have secrets from each other, but you’re not going to like what I have to tell you. The story I told about the day Gail and Paul disappeared wasn’t accurate. Did you see that black guy who wanted to meet with me earlier?” “The gentleman in the gold suit?” “He is no gentleman…believe me.” Then I told Sheila the entire story. She already knew about Gail not being able to look into my eyes during that morning’s sex. I continued to tell her about seeing Gail drug my coffee and pouring most of it into the sink. I carefully described my “playing unconscious” and how I overpowered Paul by striking him with the pistol. “Once he was out I pointed the pistol at Gail. She had been screaming, but fainted dead away in a second. Then I used the drug they intended for me, a synthetic derivative of curare we had discussed a few days earlier, on the two of them. When the pick-up team arrived I used the pistol to convince them to take Gail and Paul instead of me. “That man was the slaver. Paul was also working for him making meth and heroin at some lab out in the country. He had been skimming for years and wanted the store so he could launder the millions he had accumulated.” I finished the story by describing the videos I had been shown. Sheila was furious by the time I had finished. I could see our relationship evaporating in her wrath. I sat silently, waiting for her to ...
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