The Host
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Chapter 6
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 6 - A man with a secret and the enigmatic policewoman investigating him.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Crime Paranormal
Early afternoon, nearing the end of a long shift, Clive’s phone rang. It was his work phone, as that was the only one he was allowed to carry inside the company’s secure area. The caller’s number was withheld but, since the only people who had his number were connected with his work, he elected to answer it. “Hello, Clive Holmes speaking.”
“Hello,” said Jane. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too,” admitted Clive. “Thank you for posting a copy of the paperwork, although I wish you’d been able to deliver it in person.”
“Me too. I can’t talk for long because I’m in a meeting break. The Caroline Whittingham story is breaking and the shit’s really hitting the fan. I drove back from Yorkshire this morning and straight away got hauled into a damage limitation meeting.”
In the background, Clive heard a man call out, “Ronni, we’re about to resume.”
A muffled version of Jane’s voice answered, “I’ll be right with you.”
Then, back to clarity, Jane’s voice resumed her phone conversation with Clive. “Watch tonight’s nine o’clock news if you can. We did good.”
“Thanks. Hope to see you soon,” replied Clive.
“You too. Bye.”
Clive deduced Ronni was another of Jane’s identities. He wondered how many more she had.
That evening, Clive turned on his TV in time for the nine o’clock news. Following the usual dismal political and economic news, anchorman Javid Ramprahan introduced a change of topic. “And now we head for the quiet South Yorkshire village of Bishops Kirkby where, ten years ago, Caroline Whittingham, a student and barmaid at the Tinker Belle public house, set off on her fifteen minute walk home after her shift and was never seen again. On the scene is roving reporter Noella Clarke. Noella, what can you tell us about the breaking story?”