Secrets
Copyright© 2017 by Amanda Pierce
Chapter 13
Sex Story: Chapter 13 - We all have secrets --- some much darker than others.
Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Rape Crime Incest Torture
The next morning dawned bright and clear and Linda was at her desk early hoping there might have been some news overnight. Alas, however, Shelia, who Brad swore actually lived in the office, was there well ahead of her, but had nothing to report.
“Well, I guess Iʼm out of here,” smiled a sleepy Brad reaching for his hat and starting for the door. He met Nikki at the door, but instead of her usual smile she held her head low and turned away from him, uncharacteristically wearing sunglasses this early in the morning.
“Hey, kiddo, what gives?” he smiled, drawing the attention of Linda and Shelia.
“ ... Nothing, I...” But Brad blocked her way and before she could react pulled the sunglasses from her, revealing a badly swollen black eye and bruised cheek. Linda immediately rushed over and also noted the slight split in Nikkiʼs lip.
“What happened?” she asked, feeling she already knew.
“I ... nothing. I ... fell down some stairs.”
“Honey, those stairs must have had knuckles,” chimed in Shelia.
“Did he ... whatʼs his name? Roger? Did he do this?”
Vikki looked into Lindaʼs eyes, nodded, then dropped her gaze. Linda grabbed her hat and started out the door.
“Wait, what are you going to... ?” cried Nikki
“Iʼm going to pay Mr. Roger Mansfield a visit.
“Iʼm coming with you,” added Brad.
“I donʼt suppose I could...” started Shelia.
“You stay here. Brad and I will handle this.”
“But I should be the one ... I should take care of myself,” began the young deputy.
“Nikki, heʼs six-two and at least two-twenty,” interrupted Brad.
“And youʼre what -- five-one and maybe a hundred pounds soaking wet? Better let Linda and me handle this.”
“But I donʼt want you to fight my battles for me.”
“If it were a more or less even battlefield, we might,” chipped in Linda.
“What happened?”
“He drank too much at the restaurant. When we got back to my place he made a pass and then got mad when I told him no. Thatʼs when he...”
“All right. I need you to cover the office. Brad and I will be back soon.”
“But...”
“Just do it, Nikki. Thatʼs an order.”
Within seconds Linda and Brad were out the door and pulling away in the cruiser.
“Roger Mansfield?” said Linda as she and Brad approached the bay where a mechanic was bent over the engine of a late model car.
“Who wants to know?” came the reply as the ruggedly handsome man straightened up, his imposing frame towering over Linda and almost two inches taller than Brad.
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