Eighteen
Having spent the day examining the files and photographs extracted from Fr Skinner’s hard drive, Harry arrived home with tight shoulders and sore eyes. Jessika knew exactly what he needed. She massaged his shoulders and used the power of s*x to release his bodily tensions.
Harry awoke from his s*x induced coma feeling very relaxed, and wondered what he was doing lying in the bed. The alarm clock was only displaying 18:45. Then he remembered, and wondered where Jessika was. She wasn’t in the bed with him. The sound of activity coming from the direction of the kitchen answered his question. He got out of bed, slipped on some clothes and joined Jessika for the meal she had prepared while he was sleeping.
‘Feeling better, Detective?’
‘Yes, thank you.’ He kissed her and sat at the
