> check messages
There are two messages on your machine. The first is from your boss about the trip that you are just walking in from.

Dan my boy. I just heard from Sanchez and he literally could not say enough good about you. Incredible job, I mean I knew you had it together but I never dreamed it would go so well. We have that meeting with Baxter on Tuesday but until then why don't you take a couple of days off, you've earned it. Again, great job Dan, I'll see you Tuesday.

You smile as you listen to the message. You didn't need him to tell you that you nailed this one, you knew that going in but its still good to get some recognition and the days off will be helpful with the little job you have to do. The second message is from Amy, a girl you've been seeing fairly regularly lately.

Hey babe, I hope your meetings went as well as you thought they would. I'm sure they did, they always seem to anyway. I'm off work tomorrow and thought I would stop by and see you. Hope you're not too tired after your trip because I have a few things I want to do to you. See you tomorrow lover.

You have mixed feelings about seeing Amy. You always love to see her and never fail to enjoy the things she does to you but you do have something you need to take care of tomorrow. Oh well, can't change her mind once she's made it up so you'll just have to play it by ear.

> x dvds
To say that you have an eclectic taste in movies would be an incredible understatement. As you scan the titles you see everything from Alice in Wonderland to Debbie Does Dallas. From The Breakfast Club to Fight Club. From The Bridge on the River Kwai to The Bridges of Madison County. Action, Drama, Sci-Fi, Comedy, Horror, you have a little bit of everything. If you want to play something all you have to do is play [selection].

> play alice in wonderland
Lets see, chasing a white rabbit down a hole, a cat sitting on a mushroom smoking a crack pipe, two androgynous brothers, a queen with an ax fetish, and what the hell was in that tea that the mad hatter was drinking? This is a kid's show? Whatever.

> play debbie does dallas
Ahh, nothing like settling down to an evening with the clasics.

> play the breakfast club
A serious, while oft funny, look at stereotypes and social classes. It shows that as different as people appear we are all more similar than we might believe. If we can but look past surface differences to the inner being we would find kindred spirits in all people. Plus you get to see Molly Ringwald's panties. Tee Hee.

> play fight club
Basically, a movie about guys beating the crap out of each other. Not something that really appeals to you but then again you have never imagined Brad Pitt showing up and telling you to hit him either. You think you would remember something like that.

> play the bridge on the river kwai
One of the all time great war movies. It is a story about the individuals in war rather than the war in general. And the final scene when the bridge blows up and sends the train tumbling down is one of the best finales ever filmed.

> play the bridges of madison county
This was a gift from an old girlfriend who then made you watch it with her. All you can really say about it is that you got some that night. I mean, come on, you think you would rather see Clint Eastwood naked than Meryl Streep.

> x cds
Your CD collection isn't as varied as you DVD collection is but there is still a fair amount of diversity. Mostly its rock, everything from Chuck Berry and Elvis right up to present day but there is also a smattering of blues, jazz, classical, and of course, no bachelor's CD collection would be complete without at least one selection from the great Barry White. If you want to play something all you have to do is play [selection].

> play chuck berry
You pop in a Chuck Berry CD and rock out a bit to Johnny B. Goode. As always when you hear this song you have a hard time telling the difference between its opening guitar riff and that of Fun, Fun, Fun, by the Beach Boys. Simpler times I guess.

> play elvis
You put in an Elvis CD and listen for awhile. One minute he's doing the jailhouse rock and the next he's crying in the chapel. Who knows what he'll be up to next? Well, from what I hear, about 300lbs there toward the end.

> play barry white
You don't often play this when you're alone but you slip it in and listen for a bit. Damn you would love to have a voice like that. Sometimes when you put this CD in when you have a girl over she cums in her pants sitting right there on the couch. Talk about a mood maker.

> play blues
You don't really have an instrument lying around so you decide to just sing the blues for a bit.

Well, I had me some sex with a ghost.
Now I'm feeling so blue.
She wants me to track down her killer
And I just don't know what to do.
Well, I'll track him down and kill him.
I'll be the last thing he sees.
And I think that along the way.
I'll fuck anything that breathes.

As bleeding gums Murphy once said "The blues ain't about feeling better, its about making other people feel worse" and you are sure that anyone who heard you sing would feel worse so mission accomplished.

> play jazz
You put on your favorite jazz CD and cue up your favorite song. It's a Dixieland Jazz version of Stairway to Heaven. You bop along for awhile. Damn those guys jam.

> play classical
You put on Beethoven's 6th symphony, draw the curtains, pull out an old chopstick that you keep in your desk drawer and for the next half hour you are the greatest conductor who ever lived. You end to the sound of thunderous applause and a tear slips slowly down your cheek when you realize that it was all just a wonderful, wonderful dream.

> x coffee table
A plain but sturdy coffee table where you eat your meals. More often than not sits in front of the couch. This is usually where you keep your remote control and magazines and various other crap that you haven't put away yet. A remote Control and some magazines are on coffee table.

> get remote control
You take the remote Control from coffee table.

> x remote control
You have recently replaced the half dozen remotes you used to have for one of those universal jobs. It looks like a blank screen until you pick it up and then the buttons light up bright blue. It does everything except for the laundry. You read the manual from cover to cover but, nope, no laundry. Damn it.

> use remote control
When you move the remote control it springs to life with bright blue lighted buttons. You start by turning on the stereo and telling it to play CD #3. The music comes on and you flip forward to your favorite song. After a bit this starts to bore you so you turn off the CD player and flip over to the TV. You start up the DVD in the player and then pause the picture. Now frame by frame, now fast forward, now back and pause again. Zoom in, zoom out, zoom in, zoom out. And all the while you have professional midget wrestling from Mexico playing in a box in the corner. Isn't modern technology wonderful?

> use computer
You turn on the computer and bring up the main screen. There are a lot of things you can do with it of course but at the moment only three interest you. You can:

1. Write a report.
2. Balance checkbook.
3. Play a game.

Which would you like to do?

> 3
You pull up an AIF game that you have been working on lately. In it, Archie and the gang are getting themselves into situations that you never remember from the comic books.

Note from the author: As far as I know there is no game like this one out there but I was thinking about doing something along these lines for my next game. If you like the idea (or don't) drop me a line and tell me.

> n
You move north.
This is a fairly simple room. There is a double bed in the middle of one wall with a nightstand beside it. A dresser on another wall and a closet in the corner.

> sleep
As you look down at your bed you realize that it has been awhile since you've been this tired. You strip off your clothes and leave them where they drop then you climb into bed and are asleep almost before you head hits the pillow.

Not surprisingly your dreams tonight prominently feature Sarah. You relive your meeting with her again taking note of every detail. You remember what she looked like sitting primly on the edge of the bed in her white dress when you first walked into the room and you remember the amazing body that that dress covered. You remember your first kiss and the sex that followed. Wonderful sex made more wonderful rather than less by her lack of experience. You remember all these things but the thing that stands out the most is her eyes. Those beautiful eyes that held such a strange mixture of hope and despair, fear and longing. In your dream you make the same resolution that you made then. He will pay for what he did to her.

In your dream Sarah is kissing lightly down your body. A kiss on your chest, on one nipple, on the other, several more trailing down your stomach and then a kiss lightly on the head of your cock. She kisses up and down the shaft a few times before opening her mouth and slipping it over the top. She begins to slowly move up and down, taking her time, not rushing. With every movement you come closer and closer to release and she must sense this as her pace increases. It only takes a couple of minutes longer before you start to cum and she swallows quickly trying to drink it all down as she looks up into your eyes.

You come awake as you cum and realize that you are not alone. You look down and for just a split second see Sarah kneeling between your legs before your vision clears and you can see that it is Amy, smiling up at you as she wipes a drop of your cum off her chin.

"Good morning lover." She says, still smiling up at you.

You smile back and manage to find your voice. "Good morning. I must say that I like your idea of a wake up call."

"Yes, I could see that you did but what I want to know is, who is Sarah?"

In your dream you must have called out her name, not that Amy is really upset about it, your relationship is not exactly exclusive but you really don't want to have to go into the whole story with her right now. "Actually, it's a long story."

"Well, you'll have to tell me about it sometime but for right now I think we have other things to do don't we?"

You smile back at her both relieved and aroused at her words and pull her to you.

> kiss amy
You lean down and give Amy a long kiss. Its starts gently but as the lip lock continues your tongues find each other and the kiss becomes increasingly passionate. Your hands explore her body as you kiss, from her tits, down to her waist, and around to her ass which you give a good long squeeze. Her hands are not idle as they copy your movements along your own body. When the kiss finally ends you are both more aroused than when you started.

> rub tits
You take one of her tits in each hand and your fingers squeeze gently as your palms rub against her nipples. Your fingers move down to her nipples and you pinch gently as you listen to her breath grow heavier.

> rub pussy
Your fingers tease the hair at the top of her pussy for a moment before you run a single finger down the length of her slit from clit to ass. She is not pleased with your teasing and begins to squirm on the bed and tries to push her pussy up to your hand. When you decide that she has had enough you again run one finger down her slit but this time at the halfway point you push hard and your finger disappears into her moist folds. After a single stroke with one finger you add a second and take three or four long strokes before pressing in a third. She is now thrusting wildly up at your hand but you are not ready for her to cum yet and withdraw your fingers. As she looks up to you in disappointment your smile convinces her it is only a temporary pause in the pleasure.

> rub ass
You turn her over on the bed so she is lying face down and take a long look at her beautiful ass before reaching out and placing one hand lightly on each cheek. Her ass massage starts gently but it is quickly clear that neither of you has the will power to keep it gentle for long as you begin to grab her with more and more force. At one point you pause and press a finger against the puckered hole of her ass and press gently until it slips slightly inside. She tenses up for just a moment before again relaxing as you wiggle it slightly back and forth.

> lick tits
You lower your head and flick your tongue across first one, then the other nipple. Her nipples, which are already erect seem to stiffen a little more and you take one in your mouth and suck for a moment before moving on to the other. Your excitement grows with hers and soon you are sucking like a starved infant as she moans and calls out your name.

> lick pussy
You kneel between her legs and she needs no coaxing as she spreads her legs wide to give you access to her nether regions. You run your tongue up and down her slit a couple of times before seeking out her clit. It is not hard to find as it sticks out from its hood expectantly awaiting your tongue's attention. You flick your tongue across it a couple of times and each flick brings a jump and moan from Amy. Then you suck it whole into your mouth as you raise one hand and press two fingers deeply into her sopping wet pussy. In less than ten seconds she is cumming and bucking so wildly that you find it difficult and finally impossible to keep your mouth on her clit and you draw back as she starts to calm down a little.

> lick ass
With Amy lying on her stomach you massage her cheeks and run a finger up and down the crack. You lean down and plant a kiss on each cheek and then with a little smile that she cannot see you bare your teeth and bite gently on one cheek. "Hey!" she yells out as you ignore her and repeat the procedure on the other cheek. You then put one hand on each cheek, pull them apart, and lean over to run your tongue roughly between her cheeks and across her tight backdoor. This is something that you would have found disgusting just a few months ago and Amy is still the only one you have ever done it to but she seems to enjoy it so much that you just can't resist.

> amy rub cock
Amy runs her hand across your cock and underneath to grasp your balls. She squeezes and seems to know instinctively how much pressure is too much as she stops just short of that point. She releases your balls and runs her hand again up your shaft slowly, seeming to measure every inch and making mental notes for later on. She strokes you hard a few times but is clearly not content to let you cum in her hand as she removes it and smiles up at you.

> amy suck cock
Amy kneels between your legs and smiles up at you. "Let's see if we can make you forget who Sarah is this time." So saying she takes you in her mouth and with no hesitation lowers her head until you can feel your cock pressed firmly against the back of her throat. After only a few long sucks up and down your shaft that resistance melts away as you feel your cock go deeper and down her throat. The feeling is incredible as you do indeed forget everything except for the feelings produced by her treatment. At that moment you can barely remember your own name and even that seems unimportant as you cry out and spray a load of cum directly down her throat.

> fuck tits
Amy lies on her back as you straddle her chest and lean forward with your rock hard cock between her tits. She reaches up and presses them together and they are just large enough to completely surround you. You begins to move slowly back and forth and on every forth she licks her tongue across the head of your cock. Soon you are moving faster and harder and each forward movement takes you all the way inside her hot mouth. The sensation of her breasts wrapped around your cock and her mouth sucking on the tip at every opportunity is quickly too much for you as you spray her mouth and face and chest and tits with a generous amount of cum.

> fuck pussy
Amy lies back, spreads her legs, and cries out, "Enough with the preliminaries Dan, just fuck me, now!" Never one to argue with a lady you climb between her legs and slide into her with one long steady motion. You briefly consider teasing her a little and then decide that you are the one that wouldn't be able to handle it right now and start thrusting in and out with wild abandon. At the first stroke she moans, at the tenth she cries out, and by the twentieth or so she is nearly screaming as her orgasm hits her. Her cries and her tight pulsing pussy are too much for you as your own orgasm hits and you cum deep within her. As you both calm down a little you roll off her onto your back gasping for air.

> fuck ass
She turns over on her hands and knees with her ass stuck high in the air and says, "Now that you're nice and wet, fuck my ass." You are always amazed at how quickly you recover when greeted with that gorgeous open ass sticking out in your face and you kneel behind her and place the tip of your cock on her asshole. With your cum and hers still thick on your cock you slide in with no problem and with every stroke you go a little faster and a little harder. Soon she is again crying out for you to "Fuck me harder. Fuck my ass! Yeeesss!!!" If you hadn't just cum a couple of minutes ago you would have already blown your load but as it is you are able to hold off until she loses the power of speech and her cries become inarticulate cries of pleasure as she cums once again. As she begins to cum her ass tightens up enough to draw an equally unintelligible cry from your own lips as you spew another load of cum deep in her ass. Completely spent, she collapses on the bed and you again roll off and lie panting for air beside her. You take her in your arms and hold her as your breathing slowly returns to normal. After a few minutes, she leans over, kisses you and whispers, "God, that was wonderful. I'm going to go take a shower, want to join me?" Without waiting for an answer she gets up and you admire the sway of her ass as she walks slowly across the floor and out the door.

> s
You move south.
Home sweet home. It has only been two days since you've last seen it but it seems like at least 2 months. It's a small place, just a living room, bedroom to the north, bathroom to the west, and kitchen to the east, but the rooms are a good size and it's really all you need. The living room is huge. For the most part the furnishings are pretty standard: A couch and a couple of chairs, a coffee table and an end table between the two chairs, an entertainment center containing a 36" TV, a DVD/VCR combo unit, and a stereo. Next to the entertainment center is a rack 6 feet tall and 8 wide completely filled with CDs and DVDs. In the corner by the door to the kitchen is a desk with a computer sitting on it. Overall it is a comfortable room where you spend most of your time when at home.

> w
You move west.
The bathroom, like the rest of your apartment, is fairly clean without being overly so. It is decorated, if such a grand word were to be used, in blue. This really just extends to a blue shower curtain and blue towels hanging over the towel rack. Other than that it pretty much just consists of the normal items you would find in any bathroom. Amy is here.

> use shower
You join Amy in the shower and the two of you take turns washing each other's bodies. You start by grabbing the soap and washing her back. Then you reach around from behind and soap up her breasts and stomach before moving on to her legs and finally the area between them. You are especially thorough here and she has her eyes closed and is moaning softly by the time you are through.

She takes the soap from your hand and returns the favor by washing your back and chest and then spending quite a bit more time on you cock than cleanliness would require. You are hard long before she is through and she looks up at you and smiles at what she knows is coming.

You bend down slightly until your hard, soapy cock it pressed against the hole of her hot, soapy pussy. You press forward and reach around behind her to grab her ass. In one motion you penetrate her deeply while lifting her off her feet. She wraps her legs around your waist and you press her against the wall of the shower and start thrusting. It is a little slippery but your slick bodies sliding against each other while the hot water runs over you is enough to soon push you over the edge once again. You come close to dropping her when your orgasm hits but manage to hold on and gently lower her to her feet.

You each wash off again, this time skipping the lingering touches, and get out of the shower. You both walk back to your room and get dressed. As you are getting dressed she tells you that she found out she has to go see her sister today but just couldn't do it until she saw you first. You walk her to the door and kiss her goodbye thinking what a wonderful morning it has been but knowing that it is now time to get down to business. Home sweet home. It has only been two days since you've last seen it but it seems like at least 2 months. It's a small place, just a living room, bedroom to the north, bathroom to the west, and kitchen to the east, but the rooms are a good size and it's really all you need. The living room is huge. For the most part the furnishings are pretty standard: A couch and a couple of chairs, a coffee table and an end table between the two chairs, an entertainment center containing a 36" TV, a DVD/VCR combo unit, and a stereo. Next to the entertainment center is a rack 6 feet tall and 8 wide completely filled with CDs and DVDs. In the corner by the door to the kitchen is a desk with a computer sitting on it. Overall it is a comfortable room where you spend most of your time when at home.

> call police
You call the police station and ask to be put though to someone in homicide. A voice on the other end says, "One moment please"

You are placed on hold and chuckle to yourself as you hear Bobby Fuller singing,

Breaking rocks in the hot sun
I fought the law and the law won
I fought the law and the law won
I needed money cause I had None
I fought the law and the law won
I fought the law and the law won
I miss my baby and I feel so sad I guess my race is run
Well she's the best girl that I ever had
I fought the law and the law won
I fought the law and the . . .

"Homicide."

"Hello, my name is Daniel Stringer and I think I may have some information about a murder."

"Whose murder?" His voice has the sound of someone who has fielded his share of crank calls. Nutjobs who get their kicks by calling the police and confessing to murders that happened only in their minds.

"It was a woman named Sarah Cooper. You probably haven't heard of her, from what I can tell she died about 8 years ago."

There is no response and you are just starting to wonder if the line went dead. "Hello?"

"Yes, I'm here, sorry Mr. Stringer did you say your name was?"

"Yes, that's right."

"I'm Hugh Stevens, I would very much like to talk to you about this. Can you come down right now?"

"Yes."

"Good, talk to the officer at the counter when you get here, I'll tell him to show you back to my office."

"Thank you Mr. Stevens, I'll see you in a few minutes."

"Yes, see you then."

The line goes dead and you hang up the phone. By the pause when you mentioned Sarah's name and his voice when he came back on it doesn't take a genius to realize that he knows exactly who she is, was. Interesting, but there is no sense standing around here and puzzling about it. Might as well get over there and see what he knows.

> call dominoes
You call for a pizza and it shows up about 2 hours later. Soggy toppings on an undercooked crust, but at least the bottom is burnt so I guess it all evens out. You scarf it down like your sitting in a five star restaurant and wash it down with a beer.

> get envelope
You take the envelope from the desk.

> s
You move south.
You are sitting in your car outside your apartment. You can move north to your Apartment or drive to wherever you want to go.

> drive to police station
You pull up outside the police station. You are sitting in your car outside the police station. You can move north to the Police station or drive to wherever you want to go.

> n
You move north.
The lobby of the police station is a fairly large room but not huge. There are a few chairs against the side walls and a large counter in the middle of the room blocking off the back half of the room from everyone without official business. There are doors to the east and west that you assume lead to offices. There is a police officer standing behind the counter. Officer is here.

> talk to officer
You walk up to the officer at the counter, give your name, and say that you have an appointment with Mr. Stevens in homicide.

"Yes sir." He says smiling at you and points at the door to your left. "Right through that door and straight back to the end of the hallway. Can't miss it."

"Thank you."

"Don't mention it sir. Have a nice day."

You follow his directions through the door and down the hall and come to the door at the end of the hallway. The sign on the door reads "Hugh Stevens - Homicide." You knock on the door and when the occupant says, "come in" you turn the knob and walk into the office. The room is not large and seems even smaller than it is because of all the clutter. When you take a second look you amend your first impression of "clutter" and decide that the room is just very full. There are three large file cabinets in the corner and several bookcases on the opposite wall containing papers, files, forms, and several small cardboard boxes as well as the books that you would normally expect to see there. There is a large desk by the window and on it sits more papers and files arranged into three neat stacks. The only door in the room is the one you came in, which leads back east to the lobby. All in all the room has the appearance of being well organized. Crowded maybe, but not cluttered. With this determination finally settled in your mind you turn your attention to the sole occupant of the room sitting behind the desk. Hugh is here.

> talk to hugh
Hugh Stevens rises from behind his desk and walks around the desk to shake your hand. "Mr. Stringer I assume."

"Yes sir, thank you for seeing me today."

"Not a problem. Please have a seat." He gestures to a chair and you sit down as he returns to his chair behind his desk and sinks into it. "You said on the phone that you had information about the death of Sarah Cooper?" A strange look passes over his face when he asks this and you have a hard time interpreting it. He seems somehow excited and nervous at the same time.

"Yes, that's right. I found it in the house where she used to live and thought it would be a good idea to show the police so here I am."

"Please start at the beginning Mr. Stringer. How did you happen to be at that house and find this evidence?"

You were, of course prepared for this question and have thought a lot about just what to say and what to leave out. After all, you can hardly expect to be taken seriously if you start telling tales of ghosts breaking your car and leading you to the house. In the end you decide to tell as little as possible. Your car broke down, you saw the mailbox on the road and walked up to the house hoping to find some help. When you got there it was deserted but unlocked so you went in to get out of the rain and hoping that there might still be a working phone in the place. You found the envelope in one of the bedrooms and decided that the police should take a look at it. He doesn't say a word as he sits and listens to your story.

When you finish he waits moment longer to see if you plan to add anything. "And that's all?"

"Yes." You say simply.

He smiles at you and his piercing eyes again strike you. "You are not a very good liar Mr. Stringer."

"I don't know what you mean sir." You shift your weight in your chair uncomfortably aware that this probably makes you look guilty but not being able to stop yourself.

"Well, lets see. Your car breaks down and it just happens to be right in front of the driveway of this particular house. You walk up the driveway to find that the door just happens to be unlocked. You go into the house, find two inches of dust covering everything and still think that there is a chance of finding a working phone. When you don't find one you start going through the papers in the rooms and just happen to come across evidence of a murder. And maybe the biggest of all, if you didn't find help at the house how is it that your car magically started when you got back to it."

He is right in every point. You are not sure why you expected anyone, much less this man with the piercing brown eyes, to believe a tale with so many holes in it. You see him out of the corner of your eye studying you, waiting for your reply. You can't tell him the truth about Sarah, you can't tell him that a ghost guided you to the evidence. He would either laugh at you or lock you away, but what are you going to say? You can't think of anything but the truth that could possible plug all the holes in your story.

"You saw her didn't you?"

You look up at him cautiously, not knowing if you heard him right, not knowing if he meant what you think he meant by the statement. "Saw who?"

"Sarah. You saw Sarah didn't you?" and incredibly you notice a tear in his eye as he looks anxiously at you.

Completely disarmed by his questioning statement that you saw the ghost of an eight years dead woman as well as the obvious emotion with which he spoke it you answer honestly. "Yes. Yes sir, I did."

> give envelope to hugh
"Now, let's see this evidence that you've found."

You take the envelope out of your pocket and slide it across the desk to him. He opens it and starts going through the contents, after looking at each item his expression darkens a little more until he has looked at it all. He sits silently for a moment looking down at the items lying in front of him.

"Well, what do you think" You ask quietly.

"Its worthless. I had hoped there would be something we could use but I guess I should have known better."

"Worthless? What do you mean?"

"Do you know anything about the law?" he asks softly.

"Well, not much."

"Where did you find this?"

"In his room at the house."

"Right, and was anyone with you to prove that you found it in his room?"

"Well, no but . . ."

"And did you have a search warrant to search the house?"

Finally understanding where he is going with this you look down and shake your head. "No, I didn't. But, I mean, this proves that he killed her."

"To you and me it proves that. To the court it proves nothing of the kind. I've known all along that he was the one who killed her. What I have lacked was the evidence to prove it. Evidence that will hold up in court."

"So, he is just going to get away with it? He killed her and nothing is going to happen to him?"

"It happens more often than you think. Let me ask you a question. Why do you care so much?"

You are taken aback a bit by the question but he is not asking it in a snide or malicious way, he seems honestly interested in your reasons so you answer him honestly. "I promised Sarah that the person that killed her would not live another year. I thought that all I would have to do was get the evidence to the police and you would take care of the rest but now I see that I was being naive. Now I see that it is going to take more effort from me than I expected."

"If you are considering taking the law into your own hands I must caution you against that course of action" There is a strange expression on his face when he says this and his voice is hollow, lacking authority. He sounds more like someone quoting something by rote than someone issuing a warning. "I think you should talk to Sarah's sister Susan. She lives here in town let me get her address for you." He writes the address on a note pad, tears off the sheet and passes it over to you. "Before you do anything. Talk to Susan." He passes the envelope back to you. "And you might show her this. She might be interested."

"I will; thank you. By the way, do you know anything about who the M in the letters is?"

"Oh, yes. M stands for Margaret, at the time his mistress, now his wife."

"Thank you Mr. Stevens."

"Please, make it Hugh."

"Thank you Hugh, and I'm Dan."

"You're welcome Dan, and good luck."

> e
You move east.
The lobby of the police station is a fairly large room but not huge. There are a few chairs against the side walls and a large counter in the middle of the room blocking off the back half of the room from everyone without official business. There are doors to the east and west that you assume lead to offices. There is a police officer standing behind the counter. Officer is here.

> s
You move south.
You are sitting in your car outside the police station. You can move north to the Police station or drive to wherever you want to go.

> drive to susan's house
You pull up outside Susan's house. You are sitting in your car outside Susan's house. You can move north to her front porch or drive to wherever you want to go.

> n
You move north.
You are standing on the porch of Susan's house. It is a white two-story building with blue trim around the eaves and windows. The lawn is well manicured and the flowerbeds on either side of the porch well tended. Tulips seem to be the flower of choice. The predominantly red and yellow flowers are arranged in such a way that, while not symmetrical, is nonetheless pleasing to the eye. There is a wind chime hanging on one side of the porch and a welcome mat sitting in front of the large oak door to the north.

> knock
After a moment the door is opened and a woman stands in the doorway. For a moment you think it is Sarah and then realize that this must be her sister Susan.

"Can I help you?" She has a strange look on her face as she regards you and waits for your reply.

> talk to susan
"My name is Daniel Stringer."

She nods her head once and says, "Yes Mr. Stringer, I know who you are."

Surprised by this you can manage no more than a lame, "You do?"

"Yes, Mr. Stevens called me from the police station and said you would be stopping by. I must say that I found what he said hard to believe but since he is man whom I trust, I told him I would hear you out. I'm sorry, this all has me a bit flustered, why don't you come in and have a seat and we can talk a bit." She holds open the door for you and lets you enter. "Please, have a seat." You sit down on the couch and she lowers herself to the loveseat beside you.

"What did Mr. Stevens tell you?" you ask wanting to know how much you need to go into.

"He told me that you were out at the old house, that you met Sarah there, and that she led you to evidence proving that Stewart Brown killed her."

"I realize that it is a little much to believe but Hugh seemed to believe me."

"Yes, he did. Uncle Hugh was hit very hard by Sarah's death. Almost as hard as our parents were. He has never had children of his own and I believe that he thought of Sarah and myself as almost his own daughters. He has been out to the house several times and has mentioned that he believed he felt a presence there but what I don't understand is if Sarah's ghost was really in that house, why didn't she ever show herself to him and why didn't he ever find the evidence that you found?"

You shake your head and say, "I'm afraid I don't have those answers, This is my first experience with anything like this and I don't have any idea how these things usually work."

She studies you for a moment before replying, "Fair enough, but you can at least see why I would be a little skeptical can't you?"

"Of course. If anyone tried to tell me a story like this I would laugh in his face. I never planned to tell anything about meeting Sarah. I was only going to drop off the evidence I found at the police station but Hugh shot my story so full of holes that the only way I could see of going on was to tell the truth."

She smiles a bit for the first time at that. "Yes, Uncle Hugh is definitely a hard one to lie to. Sarah and I both learned that at a very young age. Why don't we start with this evidence? Did you bring it with you?"

This is a comfortable room that seems to be arranged for conversation rather than action. There is a matching couch and loveseat as well a couple of chairs forming a rough U surrounding a coffee table and facing the front door. There are a couple of bookcases on one wall and what looks like a china cabinet on another. In the back corner of the room there are stairs leading up to the second floor and doors lead in all the cardinal compass directions.

> give envelope to susan
She takes the envelope and opens it. She glances quickly at the financial statement and bottle and leafs through a few of the letters. Her eyes fill with tears, as wounds that might have just been starting to heal are ripped open again. "From the first moment I met Stewart Brown I knew that he was bad news. I have never been able to understand how she could be so completely taken in by him when everyone else around could see what kind of person he was." She wipes her eyes and looks up at you. "Hugh was right, this proves nothing except to those of us who already knew who killed her. You could have gotten this anywhere so why should I believe that you have actually met my dead sister? Please understand I want to believe. I want to believe with all my heart that she came to you and that there may be a way to finally make the one responsible for her death pay for what he did but it is so hard."

Your heart goes out to this woman who has suffered so much and you feel terrible that it is now you who are causing her further pain. "I don't know what to tell you, I don't know how to convince you that I really met her. I can only say that in the few minutes that we spent together she touched my life and I will do anything I can to make the one who killed her suffer."

Another tear comes to her eye but this time you see a different emotion there, hope. "Tell me the story. Don't leave anything out. Tell me everything you can think of. Tell me about Sarah."

> tell susan about sarah
Starting with your car conking out you tell Susan the whole story. She asks a few questions as you go along and seems especially interested in your descriptions of the Cook and the old man in the library. When you get to the part where you finally met Sarah you tell her about showing her the evidence and then pause, feeling very uncomfortable about telling the next part.

She waits for a moment and then prods, "What happened then?"

"Ah . . . Well . . . "

She looks at you, puzzled, "Are you blushing? Come on what happened next?"

You are not able to meet her eyes as you say, "Well, she said that she had died before the marriage was consummated and for some reason she would not be free to . . . pass over, or whatever, until something like that happened."

She retains the puzzled look for a moment and then her eyes widen and it is her turn to blush. "Are you saying that . . . that you had sex with the ghost of my sister?"

You nod your head slowly.

"And she said that this was a requirement before she could rest?"

You nod again, "Yes, she seemed very embarrassed to ask me but I think, for whatever the reason, it was something that had to happen."

"Well, I have to say that I was definitely not expecting to hear anything like that but it puts you in a position to prove your story once and for all. Did you notice any birthmarks on her body?"

"Yes, she had a small mark that looked like a little diamond, it was at the top of her thigh right next to her . . . "

Susan is blushing even deeper now as she nods, "Yes, I know what it was next to. After hearing the rest of your story I already believed you but if there was any doubt left, that put it to rest." A tear comes to her eye again as she looks at you trying to frame her next question. "Please tell me - At the end - how did she seem? Was she in pain?"

"When I first saw her she was very unhappy. There was a look of pain in her eyes, the same look that I saw in yours when you first answered the door. But at the end she seemed content, almost happy, to be moving on. She was in no pain of any kind then and welcomed what was happening to her. The last thing she said to me was 'remember me' and I can tell you that her memory will live with me forever."

"In mine as well but it is good to know that others will remember her with fondness."

Your conversation with Susan continues for hours. At one point you go into the kitchen and fix some sandwiches and sit in the dining room to eat them. She tells you about herself and you talk about yourself some in turn. You talk about Sarah and the rest of her family. When she greeted you at the door her eyes were suspicious and mistrustful but by the end of your talk it is clear that you have both found a new friend.

It is well past dark before the conversation seems to be winding down. Susan pauses for a moment and then says, "Look, its silly for you to drive all the way home tonight. I have a spare bedroom upstairs, why don't you just sleep here tonight?"

"Are you sure its no trouble?"

She smiles at you and her face lights up. "Considering all you are doing for us? I think it's the least I can do." She leads you upstairs and to a room at the end of the hall. She opens the door and flips on the light. "It's not much but it's clean and fairly comfortable. The bathroom is the door there on the left in the hallway and I'm down at the end of the hall if you need anything. There's a spare toothbrush in the medicine cabinet if you want it. Come on down stairs when you wake up tomorrow and we'll talk some more." She pauses for a moment like she is about to say or do something else and then just says, "Goodnight Daniel."

"Goodnight Susan."

She turns and you watch her walk down the hall to her room. She goes in and glances back once at you before closing her door.

> sleep
You take off your clothes and get into bed. Sleep is not quick in coming as your mind seems to be running a thousand miles per hour. First Sarah, now Susan, what is it about these sisters that has such an effect on you. You have only known Susan for a few hours and already you are amazed to find that you cannot get her out of your mind. You have always sneered at people who talk about love at first sight and you are not ready to accept that idea yet but there is something there. You push the thoughts from you mind and tell yourself that it is just her vulnerability, just the damsel in distress thing, and you still have some work to do on that so there is no use focusing on anything else.

You drift off to sleep and find that even there your mind will not leave the matter alone. Your dreams of the previous night are very nearly duplicated tonight with the one difference that it is Susan, not Sarah that stars in them. You wake at the climax on the dream to find yourself alone. No Susan, and no Amy this time. You sigh and look at your watch, just past 9 o'clock. You must have still been more tired than you thought. You get up and get dressed and prepare to go downstairs and talk to Susan. You are a little embarrassed at your thoughts and dreams of the previous night and hope that you can keep it off your face as you talk to her this morning.

> e
You move east.
This is just a short hallway connecting two doors at either end to the east and west and one in the middle to the north. There are pictures hanging on the walls and a couple of small tables holding vases of flowers.

> d
You move down.
This is a comfortable room that seems to be arranged for conversation rather than action. There is a matching couch and loveseat as well a couple of chairs forming a rough U surrounding a coffee table and facing the front door. There are a couple of bookcases on one wall and what looks like a china cabinet on another. In the back corner of the room there are stairs leading up to the second floor and doors lead in all the cardinal compass directions.

> w
You move west.
Unlike so many American homes where the functions of rooms seem to merge, where a single room is called upon to serve more than a single purpose, this room seems to be strictly a dining room. The only real piece of furniture in the room is a large dining room table and chairs. The kitchen is north and the door to the east leads back to the living room.

> n
You move north.
This is just a normal, well-stocked kitchen. It has all the major appliances, Refrigerator, stove, microwave, cabinets to hold stuff, sink to wash stuff. You know, a kitchen. The dining room is back to the south. Susan is here.

> talk to susan
You find Susan in the Kitchen cooking breakfast when you walk in. "Good morning."

"Good morning. Did you sleep well?"

Trying not to think of your dreams you say, "Yes, very well, thank you. You shouldn't have let me sleep so late though."

"I figured you must be tired. I know you got to bed very late the night before last with all that happened. Coffee?"

You nod, "Yes, thanks" She gets a cup from the cupboard and pours you some and hands it to you.

"Breakfast will be ready in just a couple of minutes."

"You didn't need to go to all this trouble." You say.

"It was no trouble. I like cooking but I don't often have a chance to cook for anyone but myself."

You chat for a couple of minutes while she finishes up and then help her carry everything into the dining room. You find that Susan is a very good cook and there is no shortage in quantity or quality. Breakfast consists of eggs, bacon, and homemade biscuits with butter and jam. Not fancy, but very good.

"That was the best breakfast I've had in a long time. Thank you."

She actually blushes a bit at the compliment trying to wave it off. "It was nothing really. I just wish there was more I could do to repay you for all you've done." A serious look suddenly crosses her face and she looks up at you. "Listen Daniel, I want to thank you for all you have done, you have no idea how good it is to hear that Sarah is not suffering, that she is at peace, but I was thinking last night and it wouldn't be fair to ask you to do anything more."

"She will be at peace, but not until the one responsible for her death pays for that crime."

"Perhaps, but there is no reason that the person that makes him pay should be you. I just . . . I just don't want to see you get hurt."

Your eyes are grim with determination as you say, "I made her a promise that Stewart would pay for what he did to her and it is a promise that I mean to keep."

She sees the look in your eyes and nods, "I would never have asked you to do something like this but thank you. I don't know where Stewart lives but I have been able to find out that he sometimes goes to a bar called the Rusty Nail. I have talked to the bartender there and he seems to hate Stewart almost as much as I do. He doesn't know where he lives either but he thinks that his boss might. If you go and talk to him he will introduce you to his boss, Charlie and hopefully you can find out more from him."

You stand up and say, "I'll go talk to him right now."

She stands up as well and walks you out to the living room. She wraps her arms around you and gives you a brief hug. "Thank you for doing this, please let me know what you find out."

Trying not to think about her body pressed against yours you promise her that you will be in touch and head for the door.

> s
You move south.
You are standing on the porch of Susan's house. It is a white two-story building with blue trim around the eaves and windows. The lawn is well manicured and the flowerbeds on either side of the porch well tended. Tulips seem to be the flower of choice. The predominantly red and yellow flowers are arranged in such a way that, while not symmetrical, is nonetheless pleasing to the eye. There is a wind chime hanging on one side of the porch and a welcome mat sitting in front of the large oak door to the north.

> s
You move south.
You are sitting in your car outside Susan's house. You can move north to her front porch or drive to wherever you want to go.

> drive to rusty nail
You pull up outside the Rusty Nail Bar. You are sitting in your car outside the Rusty Nail Bar. You can move north to the bar or drive to wherever you want to go.

> n
You move north.
As you walk into the Bar you wonder why anyone would call a bar the "Rusty Nail." You understand when you see the room. Lets see, what is the word to describe it? Dilapidated? No. Run down? Not quite. Seedy? Getting closer. Let's just say that it is no "Cheers." In fact, you are pretty sure that anyone walking into this bar would be just as happy if no one knew his name. The bartender glances up at you when you walk in and then looks away again with no interest. There is a door behind the bar, the door to the bathroom is the west and there are stairs leading up to the second floor. Bartender is here.

> talk to bartender
You walk up to the bartender and quietly tell him that Susan said that he might have a way for you to get some information about Stewart.

He glances around to make sure no one is listening and then says, "Like I told her, I don't know where to find him but I bet Charlie does."

"Can you arrange an introduction for me?"

"Yeah, I can. How much money do you have on you?"

Thinking that he is fishing for a bribe you tell him that you could probably make it worth his while. He looks a little offended as he says, "No, I don't want your money. I like Susan and want to help her but there is only one way to arrange a meeting with Charlie without raising suspicion."

"And what is that?"

"Charlie is a poker nut. He is always looking for new people to play against. If you have the money to cover it, say a grand or so, I think I can get you into the game."

"Yeah, I should be able to handle that."

"Great, just a little advice, don't throw the game. Some people seem to think that the way to get on his good side is to let him win, but its not. Don't get me wrong, he doesn't especially like losing and if he catches you cheating, you will never leave that room alive. He doesn't lose very often, but he has a great deal of respect for anyone who can beat him in an honest game. Beat him, or at least put up a good showing and he'll give you whatever information you want. If you lose badly he'll just think you're a pussy and throw you out. I hope you're good."

"I've always done ok."

He looks at you a little uncertainly and says, "I hope so. Wait here a minute." He goes through the door behind the bar and is gone for just a moment before returning and motioning you over. "Ok, you can go on in now. Good luck."

You say thanks and walk into the back room wondering what you've gotten yourself into.

The contrast between the front bar and this room is incredible. Where the front room is dirty and run down this room is clean and almost elegant. The walls are brown wood paneling and there is a much nicer, much cleaner, if smaller bar in the corner. This one is not manned by a bartender but seems well stocked. In the center of the room is a poker table and it is at this table that the only occupants of the room sit. There are three men sitting at the table and a girl standing at the side of the man sitting on the far side. Charlie, Candi, Vince and Bert are here.

> talk to candi
You try to strike up a conversation with Candi but it leads nowhere. She keeps glancing at Charlie and it is clear that she does nothing without his say so and this seems to include having conversations with strange men.

> talk to vince
You chat with Vince for awhile and find yourself really liking the guy.

"So, what do you guys do around here?" You ask after some of the small talk is out of the way.

"Play poker mostly."

"No, I mean what business are you in? You seem to be doing pretty well for yourselves."

Vince continues to smile but there is a subtle change in his eyes and you suspect that maybe that wasn't the question to ask. "Listen friend, that is really not the kind of question that you want to be asking around here. What I mean is that if you don't already know then it is something that you have no business knowing, you know?"

A little hard to follow there but you get the point. "Sorry, I didn't mean to pry."

"Hey, no problem, were all friends here right? Then lets just forget it and have some fun."

> talk to bert
Bert looks up and you, grunts once, then pointedly turns his back on you.

> talk to charlie
As you approach the table the man facing the door says, "Welcome my friend. I understand you are looking for a little action huh?"

"Yes, that's right. I was told this was the place to come."

"You were told correctly. Please have a seat."

You walk over to the table and sit at the only empty seat, the one facing the man talking.

"Allow me to introduce everyone. To your right is Vince."

Vince grabs your hand and gives it a vigorous shake "Good to know you mate."

"To your left is Bert" Bert glances over at you, nods once and grunts.

"Bert don't talk much. I'm Charlie, the owner of this fine establishment and this is my lady, Candi."

Candi looks up at you and smiles shyly.

"Its good to meet you all. I'm Dan."

"Well Danny, now that we're all friends lets play some cards. We play straight 5-card draw, none of those sissy wild card games. Deal alternates and since you're the guest here you get first go."

He passes the cards over to you. You shuffle a few times and lay them down by Vince to let him cut. When he does you pick them up again and get ready to deal.

Type about poker to learn how to work the game.

> about poker
Welcome to the Purple Dragon Casino.

To start the game type deal hand 1. When the first hand is done go on to deal hand 2 and so on. Your cards will be shown in the following format:

6-C 8-D 10,J-H A-S

In the above example your cards are the 6 of clubs, 8 of diamonds, 10 and Jack of hearts, and the Ace of Spades. Got it?

At certain times you will be given choices of what to do next (ie Bet, Raise, Fold, Draw 1, Draw 2, etc.) In each case your options will be explained and your choices will be highlighted.

There are 5 hands all together and to get the information you need to play at least 3 of the 5 hands correctly. There is a bonus if you play all 5 correctly. The "correct" way to play each hand is, of course, a matter of opinion but since I'm the author here, it is my opinion we will be using in this case. In many cases there will be a bit of commentary after you make a choice with my ideas of why that was a good or bad choice. I am by no means a professional poker player but I do believe that in most cases, most pros would back me up on the decisions I've made. The long and short of it is you are free to disagree with me but to win the game you have to do it my way.

Hint: "Play correctly" does not necessarily mean winning the hand. Sometimes the correct play can be to fold your hand and cut your losses.

Good luck and Have Fun.

> deal hand 1
You deal out five cards to everyone and then put the deck down beside you and pick up your hand. The cards you receive are:

9-H 10-C 10-S 10,A-D

Not bad, three of a kind right off the bat. Bert starts it out by betting. Charlie calls and Vince raises. The bet is to you are you going to call, raise, or fold?

> call
You call and people start tossing cards to receive replacements. You can keep the three of a kind and draw 2 or keep the 10s and the Ace as a kicker and draw 1.

> draw 2
Probably a good move. Holding a kicker every once in awhile to keep your opponents guessing isn't a terrible idea but it is not something you want to do very often. It shortens your odds of improving your hand drastically without adding any great benefit. As it turns out, in this case it doesn't really matter. Your replacement cards show 6-C and 8-S. No help there at all but your three of a kind ends up being enough to beat the table and you collect the pot.

Great start, time to deal hand 2.

> deal hand 2
The deal passes to Bert and he picks up the deck, shuffles it and sets it down in front of you. You cut the cards, and he picks them back up and deals you the following hand:

10,J-D K-H K-C A-S

Charlie bets and Vince calls. The bet is to you, will you call, raise, or fold?

> raise
You raise, hoping to scare someone off. It works as Bert drops out but Charlie and Vince both call. Time to get some replacements. You can draw 1 and go for the straight or hold on to the pair of kings and draw 3.

> draw 3
Good move. A draw to an inside straight isn't even worth thinking about. You draw 5-S 9-C and 9-H and end up with two pair which is enough to beat Charlie's pair of Aces and you pull in your winnings.

Good going, time to deal hand 3.

> deal hand 3
Charlie takes up the cards and shuffles them with a practiced ease that comes from playing cards all his life. He offers them to Bert for a cut and deals out the following hand:

3-C 8,9-D 10-H A-S

Vince starts up the betting and it is again time to decide if you will call, raise, or fold?

> fold
This is truly a hand that only a mother could love and you fail to see why you should waste a single dollar on it. You fold and watch the rest of the hand play out as Vince ends up winning with a jack high flush. You don't even know how to calculate what your odds would have been of beating that.

Nice play, time to deal hand 4.

> deal hand 4
Vince shuffles, Charlie cuts and Vince offers a bit of sage wisdom as he deals, "round and round they go, what you'll get, nobody knows." When he finishes his poem you pick up your cards and find you got:

9,10,J,Q-H Q-S

Your turn to start off the betting, will you bet or fold?

> bet
Thinking of all the wonderful options this hand presents you go ahead and bet. Everyone seems content to just call and its time to get new cards. You can hold the 4 to the straight flush and draw 1 or keep the pair of queens and draw 3.

> draw 1
The odds of actually getting the straight flush are not very good but just look at all the options. There are 9 cards that will give you a flush and 6 more that will give you a straight. That's a total of 15 out of the 47 cards you haven't seen that will give you at least a straight or almost 3 to 1 odds. You end up pulling the 3 of hearts giving you a queen high flush, which is plenty to beat Bert's three of a kind and win the pot.

Great play, time to deal hand 5.

> deal hand 5
The deal comes back to you and after the shuffle and cut you deal the cards and come up with:

6-H 8-D 8-S J-H J-C

Bert starts off the betting. Charlie calls and Vince raises. You and Bert both call. When the betting gets back around to Charlie he looks around the table and smiles.

"What do you say we make it a little more interesting? I'll put up Candi here against $500 from any of you." He reaches up and slides his hand under her skirt to her ass. "And I must say, she is worth every penny. So, what do you say?"

Vince takes a look at Candi then back at his cards and puts the money in the pot. You are having a bit of a moral dilemma. On one hand, you would really like to win this game but on the other hand you're not sure about the idea of gambling with people, but on a third hand, god, look at her. Time to make a decision will you call, or fold?

> call
What the hell, you think, its only money and you toss in your 500 big ones. Bert also calls and you have come to decision time once again. You can draw 0 if you want to try to make everyone think you have a pat hand or draw 1 to go for the full house.

> draw 1
You take one card and try not to react when you pick it up and see that it is the 8 of hearts, giving you the full house. Charlie lays down his hand revealing a flush and is already reaching for the pot when you show your cards and stop him in mid reach. He slowly shakes his head as you reach out and drag in the biggest pot you have ever won and that is not even counting the beautiful Candi.

Charlie looks up at you and says, "Damn, you have got to be about the best poker player that I've come across in quite some time. I have a lot of respect for a man who knows how to handle his cards." He leans over and whispers in Candi's ear and she glances up at you and walks out of the room. "Candi will be waiting for you in the room up over the bar whenever you're ready." He smiles at you, "I think you're going to enjoy this. If there is anything else I can do for you let me know."

"Well, now that you mention it I have been looking for someone."

"I'll be glad to help if I can. Who is it you're looking for?"

"His name is Stewart Brown."

His face goes hard when you mention the name, "and why would you be looking for him?"

Trying not to give too much away you answer cautiously, "just trying to collect on an old debt."

He looks at you for a moment and then a smile spreads across his face, "So, its like that is it? Knowing Mr. Brown like I do I think I can guess what this 'debt' he owes you is and I sincerely hope that he pays you in full. Unfortunately, I don't know where he is right now. I have a lead on tracking him down but I haven't had the time to follow through on it yet. If you were willing to do the legwork I would be more than happy to give you the lead and let you follow it. In fact, I would consider it a personal favor to me if you would do so."

When you hear the obvious disdain in which Charlie holds Stewart you relax, "It would be my pleasure sir."

"Excellent, there is a hooker named Bambi that has been seen a number of times in his company. Bambi doesn't work out of her place so she probably goes to his. I hear that his old lady is a bit of a muff diver so she probably enjoys the whore as much as he does. Anyway, I know her pimp so I'll have him call you and set up an appointment with her."

"Thank you. You have been a great help."

"Don't even mention it. Believe me Danny you're the one doing me the favor in dealing with Mr. Stewart Fucking Brown. Anything I can do to help just let me know."

You turn to leave and Charlie calls out to you, "Oh, and Danny, you damn well better get your ass back in here soon and give me a rematch."

You turn, smiling, "I will Charlie, thanks again."

> leave
You feel absolutely great as you walk back into the bar. You have never played so well in your entire life. You got the information you needed or at least will have it once you get that call and talk to Bambi and to top it off Candi is waiting for you upstairs right now. Not a bad day's work if you do say so yourself.

> u
You move up.
As you climb the stairs you wonder if this room will more closely resemble the bar or the back room. You are pleased to note upon entering that it is the latter. The room is much larger than you were expecting and is beautifully decorated. There is a king size bed in the center of the room with an elaborately carved headboard. A dresser and make-up table stands in the corner and there is a door, probably leading to a bathroom, next to them. The walls are painted a soothing cream color and there are a couple of paintings hanging on them. Candi is here.

> talk to candi
You say hi to Candi and she goes into her act.

"Hi mister, Charlie told me you'd be coming up. He says I've been a bad girl and I need to be punished and I have to do whatever you say. You're not gonna spank me are you mister? I hate being spanked."

When you look at her you decide the possibilities of her "punishment" may involve a spanking but they certainly won't end there.

> kiss candi
You lean forward and kiss her lightly on the lips and she returns the kiss tentatively. You reach up and put a hand on the back of her neck and pull her more tightly to your lips. Your tongue pushes into her mouth and finds hers. You open your mouths wider and your tongues wrestle until you are forced to stop in order to take a breath.

> rub tits
You reach up and rub her small tits through the material of her blouse. You can feel her bra underneath and even through the blouse and bra you can feel her nipples poking out like they are trying to break free of their constraint.

> rub pussy
You reach up under her skirt and rub your hand against her pussy, which is covered by the thin cotton panties. You slip your finger under the leg holes and tease her by almost, but not quite, touching her pussy.

> rub ass
You reach up under her skirt and rub your hands against her panty-covered ass. Your fingers find the leg holes and push in to briefly rub the bare skin beneath.

> remove blouse
You reach up to her chest, hook your fingers between the buttons of her blouse and rip it open. She seems a bit startled at the quick motion but makes no move to stop you as you pull the blouse the rest of the way off.

> remove bra
You reach behind her, unhook the clasp on her bra and, in stark contrast to the way you ripped off her blouse, you gently pull it off, brushing your finger lightly against the sides of her small tits as you do.

> lick tits
You lean over and flick you tongue across first one nipple, then the other. You open your mouth wide and put it over one nipple and when you suck, almost her whole tit disappears into your mouth. You move on to the other tit and suck hard while your tongue flicks again across her nipple. Her tits may not be big but they are evidently very sensitive because by the time you finish she is moaning and squirming around on the bed.

> remove panties
You brush your fingers against the soft material of her panties and run them briefly around the waistband before grabbing them and yanking them down revealing her bare pussy.

> lick pussy
You lay her down on the bed and put your hands under her skirt. You insert one finger and watch her face as she closes her eyes and smiles. With your finger still buried in her cunt you lower your head and stick it under her skirt with your hand. Your tongue finds her clit and licks it a few times before you take it into your mouth and start sucking. You add a second finger to the first and fuck her with two fingers as your mouth and tongue continue their work on her clit. She is writhing on the bed, moaning and she reaches down to push your head harder against her pussy. Her legs close on the side of your head as you push in hard with your fingers and suck harder on her clit and she cums with a scream. As she starts to relax, so does the pressure on your head and she lies on the bed trying to catch her breath.

> remove all
You remove the black t-shirt and the pair of blue jeans.

> candi rub cock
You take your cock in your hand and hold it out to her. "Here Candi, touch it."

She reaches out and puts her hand on it, "gosh mister, its so big."

"Wrap your hand around it and move it up and down."

She follows you orders, reaching out with one hand and then both to grab you and starts moving her hands up and down the shaft.

You lay back, enjoying the feeling of her small hand stroking up and down your shaft. "That's it, good, now go a little faster."

She obeys and her hands become a blur of motion as you get closer and closer to release. Finally, you have taken all you can and you start cumming. She has her face close to your cock as if studying it so the first blast hits her right on her cheek and she jerks back doing a fair impression of someone who has never seen such a thing before. You could almost laugh if you weren't so busy coating her face and chest with thick globs of cum.

As your orgasm slows down she looks up at you and says, "wow, that was cool. Can we do it again?" You applaud her efforts but have other plans for her yet.

> candi suck cock
You hold your cock and shake it at her and ask her, "Have you ever sucked on one of these Candi?"

"You mean put it in my mouth? Gosh no, why would I do that?"

You smile back at her and say, "Well, some girls really enjoy it and all guys really enjoy it. Why don't you give it a try?"

"Well, I guess so if you really want me too." She leans down and licks a drop of pre-cum off the tip as she looks up at you and smiles. "Mmm, tastes kinda salty."

She licks a few more times and then drops her mouth over the tip and begins to suck. Your cock disappears a little deeper into her mouth with every down stroke until you can feel the head pressing against the back of her throat. Her words and mannerisms might be those of a little girl but she sucks cock like a 30 year old whore and you are on the brink in a matter of minutes. When you start to cum she doesn't even slow down but continues to pump with her hand and mouth as she swallows every drop you give her. When you are done she looks up at you and smiles.

"Did I do it right mister?"

You smile back and say, "Yeah Candi, you did perfect."

> fuck pussy
You push her back on the bed, spread her legs and kneel between them. You flip up her skirt and again fill your eyes with the beautiful sight of her bare pussy. "I'm going to fuck you now Candi."

"What does that mean mister?"

"It means I'm going to put my cock in your pussy and move it in and out."

She looks down at your cock bobbing over her stomach and her eyes widen, "But its so big. Are you sure it will fit inside of me? Will it hurt?"

"Yes, I'm sure it will fit inside and it might hurt a bit but it will also feel good. Ok, here we go."

You place the head of your cock at her entrance and start pushing in and she immediately starts screaming "Owww, ohh, it hurts, please stop."

Her acting job is top notch but once again her body betrays her words. It is a bit of a tight fit to be sure but her dripping snatch provides plenty of moisture and there is no real resistance as you press further inside. It takes only a few long, slow stokes to turn her cries to moans and as you build in speed she seems to temporary forget her role altogether as she calls out for you to "Fuck me. Harder, fuck me harder." This is an order that you have no problem obeying and you thrust deeply into her over and over again until your cock is striking the back of her pussy and she is screaming incoherently. She yells out again and you can feel the walls of her cunt squeezing your cock, which is enough to push you over the edge into your own orgasm.

As she calms down a bit she remembers her role and whispers, "Gee mister, that was neat." You couldn't have put it better yourself.

> fuck ass
"Get on your hands and knees on the bed Candi."

She obeys immediately but as you kneel on the bed behind her she turns her head and asks, "What are you going to do mister?"

You smile and say, "You'll see, just relax." You flip up her skirt and gaze down at her small, tight ass. You spread her cheeks apart and run your finger down her crack to her opening and press forward. Your finger slides slowly into her ass and you take a few long strokes and she takes it well, squirming a bit but not pulling away. You remove your finger and place your cock at her small entrance.

At this she 'figures out' what you are going to do and pleads, "No, not there, your thingy is too big."

"Just relax Candi, it will be fine" You start to push forward and look down to watch your cock disappear deeper and deeper into her tight young ass. She keeps up her cries of protest until you are buried to the hilt and then quiets down a bit as you begin to pull out. Just before you are all the way out you again push in, a little faster this time, a little harder as she whimpers a little more, although not quite as convincingly.

Soon you are thrusting in and out with ever greater force and she is crying out with a mixture of pain and pleasure. You reach forward, grab one of her pigtails and yank, snapping her head back.

"I'm fucking your ass now Candi."

"Yes" she cries.

"Say it. Tell me what I'm doing."

"You're fucking my ass."

"Do you like it?"

"Yes" she cries again.

"Then tell me. Tell me you like it."

"I like it when you fuck my ass. It feels so good. Please keep going. Fuck my ass harder."

Her words push you over and you reach underneath to her tits and pinch hard on one of her nipples. Her own orgasm follows almost immediately after yours and you can feel her ass clinching around your cock milking your cum out of you and into her. You both collapse on the bed and lay there gasping for air.

After a moment she leans over and kisses you, then looks up at you smiling, "That was real cool mister, I'll be sure to tell Charlie you punished me real good."

You smile back and get up and get dressed. "Just behave yourself or I'll have to come back and give you another lesson."

"I'll be good mister, I promise."

> d
You move down.
As you walk into the Bar you wonder why anyone would call a bar the "Rusty Nail." You understand when you see the room. Lets see, what is the word to describe it? Dilapidated? No. Run down? Not quite. Seedy? Getting closer. Let's just say that it is no "Cheers." In fact, you are pretty sure that anyone walking into this bar would be just as happy if no one knew his name. The bartender glances up at you when you walk in and then looks away again with no interest. There is a door behind the bar, the door to the bathroom is the west and there are stairs leading up to the second floor. Bartender is here.

> s
You move south.
You are sitting in your car outside the Rusty Nail Bar. You can move north to the bar or drive to wherever you want to go.

> drive to home
You pull up outside your apartment. You are sitting in your car outside your apartment. You can move north to your Apartment or drive to wherever you want to go.

> n
You move north.
Home sweet home. It has only been two days since you've last seen it but it seems like at least 2 months. It's a small place, just a living room, bedroom to the north, bathroom to the west, and kitchen to the east, but the rooms are a good size and it's really all you need. The living room is huge. For the most part the furnishings are pretty standard: A couch and a couple of chairs, a coffee table and an end table between the two chairs, an entertainment center containing a 36" TV, a DVD/VCR combo unit, and a stereo. Next to the entertainment center is a rack 6 feet tall and 8 wide completely filled with CDs and DVDs. In the corner by the door to the kitchen is a desk with a computer sitting on it. Overall it is a comfortable room where you spend most of your time when at home.

There is a light flashing on your answering machine.

> check messages
The message is from the pimp that Charlie said would be calling you.

Yo man, Charlie said you was lookin' for a little action. Said you mentioned Bambi by name. The price is $300 and that's just cause you a friend of Charlie. Any friend of Charlie's is a friend of mine. Give her a call and you let me know if the bitch don't treat you right and I'll take care of it.

You weren't expecting a call this fast but it seems that when Charlie talks, people listen. He left Bambi's number so you can call her and set up an 'appointment'.

> call bambi
You dial the number that the pimp left and Bambi answers on the third ring. You ask if she is free right now and she answers that she is never free but she is available. You give her your address and sit down to wait. It is only about 15 minutes before the doorbell rings and you walk over and let Bambi in closing the door behind her.

> talk to bambi
You look Bambi over and she lets you fill your eyes a bit before she asks, "So honey, what are you looking for exactly?"

You force your eyes back up to her face and answer, "Well, actually I'm just looking for some information."

She frowns a bit a that. "That's not really the line of work I'm in."

"Listen, I really need to locate a certain person and Charlie seemed to think that you might know where to find him. Your . . . ah, manager said that it would be $300 bucks and I'm willing to give you that for just that information."

"That's a lot of bread for just an address, who are you looking for?"

"Stewart Brown."

She nods as if not surprised to see that someone is looking for him. "Finally dug himself in too deep huh? It was just a matter of time. He's a real bastard. Ok, since you're a friend of Charlie's I'll tell you where you can find Stewart and you can keep your money but you have to do me a little favor."

You were not expecting the money to be turned down and you are a little suspicious about what the favor is, "and what would that be?"

She starts off by stating the obvious, "I'm a hooker. People pay money to use my body. Don't get me wrong, I make a good living and the work is actually very enjoyable, most of the time, but someone else is always in control. So here's the deal, I want to be the one in control for once, you give me two hours to do anything I want and I'll give you Stewart's address."

Well, this is certainly an interesting turn of events. You are not sure you really want to be this woman's sex slave but really, what choice do you have? You make one effort to talk her out of it. "I don't know. Are you sure you won't just take the money? I've never really done anything like this before."

"No, the money isn't going to do it and there's a first time for everything right? So, what is your answer? Yes or No?"

> yes
As you thought before, what choice do you really have? If you don't get the information here then you don't know where to turn next. There might be another way, probably there is, but what would be the point? Here is a beautiful hooker that wants to have sex with you and doesn't want any money in return. You would have to be crazy to turn that down, and if she wants to act out some kind of control fantasy? Well, what the hell? You can put up with that, right?

"Ok, it's a deal."

"Great, then from now on you will refer to me only as 'Mistress'. I will give orders, you will obey them. I will tell you what to do and you will do exactly as I say. When I ask a question you will answer back as succinctly as possible and if I tell you to say something you will say it. Otherwise you will keep your mouth shut. Do you understand all this?"

It seems pretty straight forward so you say, "Sure" and get only a stony gaze back from her.

"I mean, yes I do." Still the gaze and nothing more.

Then you figure out what she is waiting for, "Yes, Mistress."

At this she nods her head and says, "Good, first of all, I'm thirsty. Go get me a soda."

> e
You move east.
The kitchen may not be as neat as mom's used to be but you have learned the benefits of keeping it at least fairly clean especially when you are going to be out of town for a couple of days. That lesson goes back to the great cockroach incident of naught-2. There is a counter with cupboards above it running the length of one wall. A refrigerator, stove, microwave oven and a table and a couple of chairs in the corner.

> x refrigerator
A side by side refrigerator/freezer with an icemaker on the front and decorated by the normal supply of refrigerator magnets. The refrigerator is closed.

> open refrigerator
You open the refrigerator. A can of soda and a bottle of beer are inside the refrigerator.

> get soda
You take the can of soda from the refrigerator.

> open cupboards
You open the cupboards. A drinking glass is inside the cupboards.

> get glass
You take the drinking glass from the cupboards.

> put glass in icemaker
You put the drinking glass inside the icemaker.

> use icemaker
You start the icemaker and crushed ice fills the glass.

> get glass
You take the drinking glass from the icemaker.

> pour soda in glass
You pour the coke into the ice filled glass as you watch it bubble and foam.

> w
You move west.
Home sweet home. It has only been two days since you've last seen it but it seems like at least 2 months. It's a small place, just a living room, bedroom to the north, bathroom to the west, and kitchen to the east, but the rooms are a good size and it's really all you need. The living room is huge. For the most part the furnishings are pretty standard: A couch and a couple of chairs, a coffee table and an end table between the two chairs, an entertainment center containing a 36" TV, a DVD/VCR combo unit, and a stereo. Next to the entertainment center is a rack 6 feet tall and 8 wide completely filled with CDs and DVDs. In the corner by the door to the kitchen is a desk with a computer sitting on it. Overall it is a comfortable room where you spend most of your time when at home.

Bambi is here.

> give glass to bambi
You hand her the coke with a little bow that you think of as quite appropriate to your role as a humble servant. As she takes the soda from you a slight smile on her lips seems to suggest she approves, although she does not thank you. She takes a drink of the soda and then sits down on the couch, picks up a magazine and starts flipping through it. Not knowing what you are supposed to do you move toward one of the chairs to sit down and without moving her head, her eyes snap up at you showing their disapproval. You get the point immediately and remain standing.

She continues to drink her coke and flip through the magazine as you stand there in front of her for what seems like hours. If someone had appeared at that moment and told you that in actuality, it had been less than 10 minutes you would have called him a lunatic. Finally, she finishes her drink, sets the empty glass and the magazine on the coffee table, and stands up.

"You can be obedient when you try. Now, show me the bedroom." You give her another little bow and lead the way into your bedroom. She stops in the middle of the floor and looks around.

"Well, it's not the Ritz but I guess it will do." She looks back at you and smiles, "Now, Strip!"

> l
This is a fairly simple room. There is a double bed in the middle of one wall with a nightstand beside it. A dresser on another wall and a closet in the corner. Bambi is here.

> strip
You remove your shirt and jeans and then hesitate at you boxers.

"Don't make me repeat myself."

Her voice is crisp and strong and laced with authority. You find it hard to believe she could master such a voice so quickly but you decide that you have nothing to gain by resistance and drop your boxers and kick them aside.

You stand in the middle of the room with Bambi walking around you taking in every inch of your exposed body. It makes you feel a little like a piece of meat at the grocery store with Bambi studying you, trying to decide if you are the correct cut for her. You wonder briefly if this is how she always feels and you remember how your eyes did their own wandering just a few minutes ago. Still, you can't deny that while it is a little embarrassing, it is also a little arousing.

As she circles you she reaches out and touches you from time to time. Brushing her hand across your shoulder, your chest, your stomach. Once when she is behind you her hand rubs across your ass and them she gives one cheek a light slap that causes you to jump.

She completes one more circle and comes to a stop standing directly in front of you. "You have a fairly nice body." You almost object to that, (you have a great body) but catch yourself at the last moment when you realize that she is trying to get a rise out of you and get you to speak out of turn. Instead you simply nod to her and bow your head slightly again. She seems both amused and disappointed at your response and you are so busy congratulating yourself on your self-control that you almost miss her next command.

"Bring me some rope."

> open drawer
You open dresser drawer. Nylon rope is inside dresser drawer.

> get rope
You take nylon rope from dresser drawer.

> give rope to bambi
She takes the rope from you, and tells you to hold out your hands, which you do. She ties them securely together and tells you to lay face down on the bed. When you obey she takes the rope, pulls your arms over your head and ties the rope to the center of the headboard. She then cuts off the excess and uses it to secure your legs to the bottom corners of the bed.

You are now tied face down on your own bed with your legs spread and your ass sticking up in the air. You wonder briefly what is in store for you and your mind no sooner answers that fairly obvious question when you feel her hand come down lightly on your ass. She raises her hand and drops it on your other cheek just as lightly but when it returns to the first one it is with a little more force.

She spanks you a few more times and, while she is obviously not trying to hit hard enough to seriously hurt you, the strokes are uncomfortable to say the least. She stops abruptly and asks you, "Do you like that slave?"

> yes mistress
She smiles down at you. "I thought as much." She reaches down and between you legs to feel your stiff cock. "Yes, I can see you do. If you ask me nicely I may just continue for a bit."

> please spank me mistress
She continues the spanking, giving equal treatment to each of your ass cheeks until they are nearly glowing red. Every few strokes she stops to almost tenderly rub her hand over the wounds that she is making and to ask if you are enjoying your punishment. In each case you answer simply 'yes mistress' not wanting to provoke her to more desperate measures.

Abruptly, she stops the spanking and reaches down to untie your feet. She leaves your hands tied above your head and says, "Turn over"

You obey immediately and watch as your cock, which has been crushed under the weight of your body, tastes the sweet air of freedom and thrusts rigidly out from your body, straining toward the sky. You look up to Bambi, standing over you and your eyes are drawn once again to the huge twin globes of her breasts. You can see her nipples though the material of her blouse which is stretched so tightly across her chest that you think it may, no that it must spit open at any second.

She notices where your eyes come to rest and says, "I see you like my breasts. Would you like to really see them?"

What kind of stupid question is that?

> yes mistress
She smiles and reaches up to rub her tits though her blouse. Her hands go to the top button and unfastens it. She continues down and with each button a little more cleavage comes into view. She leaves one button in place right in the middle and undoes the rest of them. A single button now contains her huge tits and it really must be some heavy-duty thread to be able to sustain such pressure. Her fingers unbutton the last one and her tits literally spring forward seemingly glad to have escaped their prison.

Your first view of her bare tits cause your eyes to widen and if your hands were free you feel sure you would be rubbing them (your eyes that is) in disbelief. Did you say huge, they are fucking massive. You once had a girlfriend whose tits were 46DD and next to these she would look underdeveloped. You wonder briefly what cup size she is. Is there any such thing as E cup? These could be F, G, H, or hell, how should you know, maybe Z cup if there is such a thing. All you know is they are the biggest fucking boobs you have ever seen before. Her nipples alone are bigger than the tits of some of the girls you have dated.

You find it physically impossible to tear your eyes away from the incredible sight and you hear her chuckle lightly at your reaction. "Yes, I can see you like them." She comes over closer to you, sitting on the edge of the bed and leaning over until her massive mams are almost brushing your rigid cock. She leans over a bit more and one nipple brushes against the head of your cock then she moves and does the same with the other.

You long to thrust your cock between her tits, to feel them envelop you and tell her so. She reaches up and slaps you across the face. "I did not give you permission to speak. As for fucking my tits, I know you would like to but this is not about what you want, it is about what I want and I don't want to do that. However, there is something that I would like you to do with them."

She kneels on the bed beside your head and bends over until about 20 pounds of tit flesh is dangling just over your mouth. "Suck them."

> suck tits
Her enormous tits are hanging directly above your waiting mouth swaying back and forth slightly in a way that is almost hypnotic. You stick out your tongue and lick across the nearest nipple. Although your hands are tied, you have quite a bit of freedom of movement with your head and use it to great advantage. As she holds still above you, you run your tongue all over one tit then the other.

There is a lot of ground to cover but you are up to the job and give her tits a good licking before sucking as much of one nipple into your mouth as you can fit. She hisses in her breath when you first suck it in and then starts moaning softly. When you move on to the other nipple her moans become more pronounced and urgent and when you look down you can see her hand buried under her skirt frantically rubbing her pussy.

She suddenly pulls away from you and stands up breathing a little hard. "You are quite a good little tit sucker. Now I have another little job for you."

She reaches behind her, unzips her skirt and lets it fall to the ground. She is wearing black lace panties that you catch only a glimpse of before she yanks them down as well and kicks them aside. She is facing half away from you and you get a good look at her ass as she bends over to lower her panties. It is a little bigger than you usually like but you know what they say, 'The bigger the cushion, the better the pushin.' When she turns back around you are treated to your first look at her pussy. It is covered by a neatly trimmed bush of black hair, (you knew she wasn't a natural red head) and its wet lips glisten in the light proving that your tit sucking had its desired effect.

She climbs back up on the bed and swings one leg over your body so she is straddling your face, her dripping pussy mere inches from your lips. "You did such a good job on my tits, why don't you see what you can do with this?"

> suck pussy
You raise your head from the bed and bury it in her waiting pussy. It is a little frustrating not being able to use your hands but you make the best of it, running your tongue up and down her slit and sticking it inside as far as you can. You do a pretty good job of it even without your hands judging by her reaction as she yells out.

"Oh, yeah, that's it boy, lick my pussy, lick it nice and hard. Oh, god, stick your tongue inside again, yeah, just like that. Now my clit, lick my clit."

You happily obey as you find her clit and lick across it a few times before closing your mouth around it and sucking hard. She goes crazy as you run your tongue around her engorged clit and she starts to cum screaming out obscenities like the whore she is.

"Shit yeah, suck my clit, suck it hard, yeah, fuck, suck my fucking cunt, suck it you bastard, harder, harder."

She was wet before you ever started but as she starts to come down from her orgasm you realize that your face is literally drenched with her cum. You have never seen a girl so wet before but then again you have never been tied to the bed while one sat on your face before so who knows.

She rolls off you and lies on the bed panting for breath for a moment. You glance down at your cock and never remember seeing it this hard before, never remember it feeling this hard before. Being this turned on without being able to reach down and touch it, able to relieve yourself or have someone do it for you, is absolute torture and you don't know how much longer you are going to be able to handle it.

As if reading your mind she reaches up and runs her fingernails lightly down your shaft. "You are quite a pussy-licker. I think you deserve a little reward. What do you say? Do you want me to fuck you?" She smiles at you and waits, as if there were more than one way to answer this question.

> yes mistress
You briefly toy with the idea of saying no just to spite her but realize that you probably wouldn't even be able to get your mouth to form the words so instead you hear yourself saying, "Yes mistress, please fuck me, please mistress"

She seems pleased by your humility and desire and smiles as she swings one leg over you and places the head of your cock at the mouth of her still dripping wet snatch. She starts to slowly lower herself onto your cock and, not able to take it any longer, you thrust up at her. She immediately slaps you across the face making it clear that, while she is going to fuck you, she is still the one in control.

Desperately you try to control yourself and she begins to slowly raise and lower herself on you. The sting on your cheek is already a distant memory as you concentrate on the feeling of her cunt gripping your rock hard member. Somehow you manage to keep yourself under control, and she does not continue the torture for long as she begins to move faster up and down until she is pounding down on you with much greater force than you would be able to muster by thrust up from this awkward position.

She is quickly approaching another orgasm and you are amazed that you have been able to hold off this long as your own rushes to greet you. She leans back a little, then a little more and you feel her hands grab your legs below the knees. The position bends back your cock at an angle it was not really meant to go and there is some pain but you are much too far gone to care. You are amazed to hear bells and then realize that it is the phone ringing in the other room. It hardly even registers as you yell out in orgasm and hear her own cries join yours. She collapses forward on you and just lies there on top of you for a moment before she rolls off to stand on the floor.

She reaches down and unties your hands then gathers up her clothes and walks out of the room saying, "Get dressed and join me in the living room."

> get all
You take the black t-shirt and the pair of blue jeans.

> wear all
You put on the black t-shirt and the pair of blue jeans.

> s
You move south.
Home sweet home. It has only been two days since you've last seen it but it seems like at least 2 months. It's a small place, just a living room, bedroom to the north, bathroom to the west, and kitchen to the east, but the rooms are a good size and it's really all you need. The living room is huge. For the most part the furnishings are pretty standard: A couch and a couple of chairs, a coffee table and an end table between the two chairs, an entertainment center containing a 36" TV, a DVD/VCR combo unit, and a stereo. Next to the entertainment center is a rack 6 feet tall and 8 wide completely filled with CDs and DVDs. In the corner by the door to the kitchen is a desk with a computer sitting on it. Overall it is a comfortable room where you spend most of your time when at home.

There is a light flashing on your answering machine. Bambi is here.

> talk to bambi
As you walk up to Bambi she throws her arms around you and hugs you tightly. "Thank you so much, that was so fucking hot. You have no idea how long I've wanted to be in complete control like that." She pulls away and her face takes on a worried look for a moment. "I hope I didn't really hurt you."

To tell the truth your ass is burning quite a bit and your cock feels raw from the fucking she gave you but you have no intention of letting her know any of that, besides, she also gave you one of the best orgasms of your life. "Nah, it would take a bit more than that to put me out. I'm just glad you enjoyed it."

"Oh, I did, I did. In fact, I kind of feel like I owe you one. Anytime you want a little company, just give me a call. Maybe next time I'll be the one tied up." She gives you a wicked little smile. "Anyway, here's Stewart's address. I hope you take care of the bastard once and for all but be careful, he's a prick, but he's a dangerous prick. If you make a mistake, he'll kill you." She leans in and gives you a kiss and with one final little smile walks over and lets herself out the door.

> check messages
Hi Daniel, its Susan. I have something I need to talk to you about. Could you come over to my house as soon as possible? It's kind of important. See you soon.

> s
You move south.
You are sitting in your car outside your apartment. You can move north to your Apartment or drive to wherever you want to go.

> drive to susan's house
You pull up outside Susan's house. You are sitting in your car outside Susan's house. You can move north to her front porch or drive to wherever you want to go.

> n
You move north.
You are standing on the porch of Susan's house. It is a white two-story building with blue trim around the eaves and windows. The lawn is well manicured and the flowerbeds on either side of the porch well tended. Tulips seem to be the flower of choice. The predominantly red and yellow flowers are arranged in such a way that, while not symmetrical, is nonetheless pleasing to the eye. There is a wind chime hanging on one side of the porch and a welcome mat sitting in front of the large oak door to the north.

> n
You move north.
This is a comfortable room that seems to be arranged for conversation rather than action. There is a matching couch and loveseat as well a couple of chairs forming a rough U surrounding a coffee table and facing the front door. There are a couple of bookcases on one wall and what looks like a china cabinet on another. In the back corner of the room there are stairs leading up to the second floor and doors lead in all the cardinal compass directions. Susan is here.

> talk to susan
Susan looks up at you expectantly. "Did you find anything?"

You smile at her and say, "Just an address for a certain Mr. Stewart Brown."

Susan runs over and throws her arms around you. "Oh Daniel, that's wonderful. I finally have the feeling that this will soon all be behind us." She pulls away and gets a serious look on her face. "Hugh came by. That's why I called you."

"What did he have to say?"

"Follow me." She turns and walks out of the room and you follow her into the study. She goes over to the desk, opens a drawer and takes out something wrapped in a cloth. She brings it over and hands it to you. "He came over to give me this."

You open the cloth to find a handgun inside. You pick it up and look at it thoughtfully for a moment. "Hugh brought you this?"

Susan nods, "He took it from the police evidence room or whatever they call it. He said that there is no serial number on it and there is no way that it can be traced back to him or us. When you go to kill Stewart just make sure that you don't leave any fingerprints and then drop it there before you leave. He has made it very clear that no one down at the station would be in the least upset to hear that Stewart had gotten himself killed. As long as you are not found standing over the body or with your fingerprints on the gun then no one is going to look very hard for who killed him. He also sent you a warning. He said that Stewart is very dangerous and if you give him a chance, he won't be the one who dies. Daniel, are you really sure you want to go though with this?"

You take her hand in yours and look into her eyes, "Yes, I'm sure Susan. Even before I met you I was ready to do this. Now I'm doing it not just for Sarah but for you too. You and your father and mother, and Hugh, and even for myself. It makes me sick that people could get away with something like this. Stewart's days of getting away with things are about to end."

She puts her arms around you again and hugs you close. "Then go, get it over with and then come back to me. Just please be careful. I've already lost my sister and mother, I don't want to lose my . . . friend too."

You notice the pause and wonder what word she was struggling to find there. It is amazing how close you feel to this woman after knowing her for only a few hours. Part of you wants to talk to her about all this but you realize that this is not the time to do it. Time to end it once and for all.

You give her a final hug and whisper, "I'll be back soon." You let her go, take the gun and walk out of the house. She lets you go without another word.

> s
You move south.
You are sitting in your car outside Susan's house. You can move north to her front porch or drive to wherever you want to go.

> drive to stewart's house
You pull up outside Stewart's house. You are sitting in your car outside Stewart's house. You can move north to his front porch or drive to wherever you want to go.

> n
You move north.
The porch is deep and shadowy. Light from the street lamps cannot penetrate the trees in the yard and the overhang of the porch to reach the door. Standing still on the porch almost gives you a feeling of invisibility. The lights are out in the house but you see a flickering light, perhaps that of a television screen, against the curtains of the living room window to your left. The front door is here to the north and there is a small path to the northeast leading around the side of the house.

> ne
You move northeast.
You walk around the house heading for the back yard when a small window just above the ground catches your eye. You crouch down and try to see inside but the darkness outside and even deeper darkness inside thwarts your efforts (that's right thwarts). You cautiously check the window and find it unlocked. It obviously leads to the basement and although you cannot see the contents of the room you still guess that this is your best hope of entering the house unobserved. You can climb into the basement or go southwest back to the front porch.

> in
You move in.
You lower yourself to the floor and stand still for a moment to give your eyes a chance to adjust to the dark. There is very little light filtering in through the small window but you think it will be enough to keep from tripping over something and killing yourself, or just making noise which would probably have the same effect. After a moment you can make out the outline of the stairs in the corner leading up. You briefly consider searching the room but realize that you have neither enough light nor enough time for that. Time to get up those stairs and do what you came here for.

> u
You move up.
The kitchen is not exactly what you were expecting. You have to admit to yourself that you were expecting to see dishes stacked to the ceiling and rats and cockroaches fighting each other for the food littering the floor. You are a little surprised to find that the kitchen is fairly neat and clean. There are a few dirty dishes sitting by the sink but otherwise it would appear that the kitchen of a murderer is not a lot different than that of anyone else. The door into the living room is to the east and you can hear the sound of the TV coming through the door.

> e
You move east.
You listen at the door for a moment but the only thing you can hear is the TV. You push the door open a crack and look into the room. The only light in the room is coming from the television screen and by its flickering light you can make out the shape of someone sitting in a chair in front of it. His head is back and eyes are closed and as you listen closer you can just detect a slight snore. You edge into the room and step closer to the person on the chair expecting the floor to creak at any moment. When you are close enough to see his face you realize that this is the person you have been looking for. Stewart Brown is asleep in front of the television right in front of you. You glance around the room but there is no sign of Margaret or anyone else just you and your prey. The kitchen is back to the west and there is what looks like a small hall through the doorway to the north. Stewart is here.

> n
You move north.
The hall is little more than a small room with door leading north to the bathroom, south to the living room, east to an office and west to the bedroom.

> w
You move west.
This is a medium size bedroom that is dominated by an extremely large bed in the center. There is a large wardrobe against one wall and a dresser against the other. Perhaps the most distinguishing feature of the room is that the walls are black. You wonder what kind of sick fuck would paint the walls of his bedroom black and come to the conclusion that it is probably the kind of sick fuck that would marry a woman for her money and then murder her on their wedding night. The hallway is to the east. Margaret is here.

> talk to margaret
You walk over next to the bed and place your hand lightly on Margaret's shoulder. She comes awake with a jerk and looks up at you. In one hand you hold the gun and you raise the index finger of the other to your lips. She looks at the gun and gets the point.

You lean down and whisper in her ear. "I need to have a private conversation with your husband in the other room. I am going to tie you up. If I hear the slightest peep from you, I'll come back and kill you. Nod if you understand."

She nods her head without making a sound. Hoping that she doesn't know that you will most likely be back to kill her anyway you start looking around for something to tie her up with.

> open wardrobe
You open the large wardrobe. Inside the large wardrobe is a small dildo, a medium dildo, a large dildo, some rope, nipple clamps, a whip and a rod.

> get rope
You take the rope from the large wardrobe.

> tie margaret
Do you want to tie her face up or face down?

> face up
You tie margaret face up on the bed.

> e
You move east.
The hall is little more than a small room with door leading north to the bathroom, south to the living room, east to an office and west to the bedroom.

> s
You move south.
Stewart is right where you left him when you walk back into the living room. Man that guy can sleep. It pisses you off all over again when you think of him sleeping peacefully while Sarah will never wake up again. The kitchen is back to the east and the hall is to the north. Stewart is here.

> talk to stewart
"Wake up you piece of shit." At the sound of your voice Stewart jumps to his feet and spins around to face you. He sees the gun in your hand and freezes.

"Who are you. What do you want?"

"I'm a friend of Sarah Cooper."

The color drains from his face but he quickly tries to recover. "What happened to her was such a tragedy. We never ever got the chance to start our life together. I have been in mourning every day since it happened."

"Well, I'm glad to hear that you have missed her so much because I have come to reunite you with her."

He somehow manages to look genuinely surprised for a moment. "Surely you don't think I had anything to do with her death do you? I loved her."

"Cut the crap will you? I found all the evidence that you left behind. The letters, the poison, the financial statements, it might not be enough to convict you in the courts, but then again I have no intention of finding out." You raise the gun and he raises his arms a little and starts backing up toward the television.

"No, don't shoot."

"I'll tell you what Stewart, I'll give you one chance. Tell, me the truth and maybe I'll let you turn yourself in instead of killing you. What do you say?"

He thinks about it for a moment and realizes he has nothing to lose. "Ok, I killed her. I did it for the money. I don't know where you found that stuff, I was sure I got rid of all the evidence but you described it too accurately to be bluffing so you already know I killed her now please, just put down the gun."

"I don't think so. I was 99% sure before but that confession will let me pull the trigger with a completely clear conscience. If you have any last words, you better say them now."

> shoot stewart
You level the gun at his chest and pull the trigger but just as you do he dodges to the side and instead of the chest, the bullet goes though his arm. He yells out as he hits the ground and starts crawling toward the TV set again. You walk over to him and kick him solidly in the head, which takes most of the strength out of him.

He looks up at you and begs you to spare his life, "Please don't kill me. I don't deserve to be killed like this."

"You're right, you don't. What you deserve is to be tied up and tortured to death so the way I figure it, I'm doing you a bit of a favor here. What, no thank you? Oh well, that's ok. Under the circumstances I guess I understand. I would tell you to make your peace with Sarah when you see her but actually, if there really is a heaven and hell then I'm pretty sure that you and her will not be in the same neighborhood."

Not able to bring yourself to look at him for a second longer or hear another word from his lying mouth you point the gun right between his eyes and pull the trigger. And that is the end of Mr. Stewart Brown. Just one more loose end to tie up. You glance back toward the bedroom.

> n
You move north.
The hall is little more than a small room with door leading north to the bathroom, south to the living room, east to an office and west to the bedroom.

> w
You move west.
This is a medium size bedroom that is dominated by an extremely large bed in the center. There is a large wardrobe against one wall and a dresser against the other. Perhaps the most distinguishing feature of the room is that the walls are black. You wonder what kind of sick fuck would paint the walls of his bedroom black and come to the conclusion that it is probably the kind of sick fuck that would marry a woman for her money and then murder her on their wedding night. The hallway is to the east. Margaret is here.

> talk to margaret
When you first walked back into the room her eyes had had a glimmer of hope in them that quickly fled when she saw it was you and not her husband who walked in. "He's dead." You say simply.

"Why? God knows he gave people enough reasons but which one caused you to kill him?"

"Does the name Sarah Cooper mean anything to you?" you ask knowing full well that it does. You are not disappointed as a look of fear creeps into her eyes as she realizes that in this crime, at least, she is as much to blame.

"You were a friend of hers?"

"Actually I didn't meet her until after she was already dead. Just a couple of days ago as a matter of fact." You smile as you watch the expression on her face as she tries to decide if you are lying or just crazy. "It all comes down to this, I know that Stewart was the one to give her the poison but I also know that he got that poison from you. So the way I see it you are as much responsible for her death as he is, excuse me, was."

"No, I didn't know what he was going to do until it was already done."

"You're lying. I saw some of the letters you wrote him including one where you give the exact dose for him to use so that it would kill her without looking like murder. No, you're guilty all right. The question is what should I do with you? I could just kill you. That would probably be the humane thing to do, but to tell you the truth I'm not feeling very humane at the moment. You have quite an array of devices here. It might be interesting to see how much you enjoy them when mine is the hand that holds them."

"Please don't kill me. Do whatever else you want but please don't kill me."

You pause for a moment to think. One thing is for sure, you can't leave her alive. The one thing you can't do is leave a witness behind but do you really want to torture her first. Not that she doesn't deserve it but still. The time has come to make a decision. Should you just kill her now? Or should you torture her first?

> kill margaret
As much as she deserves it you can simply not bring yourself to torture her for any reason. You look down at her and say, "You should consider yourself lucky. You deserve a long and painful death for what you have done but to tell you the truth I just want this all to be over." You raise the gun and point it at her head. She looks like she is about to say something as you pull the trigger putting an end to the whole situation.

You rub the gun with a handkerchief that you brought along and drop it of the bed next to her. Now to head back to Susan's house to tell her it's all over.

> e
You move east.
The hall is little more than a small room with door leading north to the bathroom, south to the living room, east to an office and west to the bedroom.

> s
You move south.
The body of Stewart Brown is lying crumpled up in puddle of his own blood. The TV is still flickering on the same channel that he was watching just a few minutes ago. The kitchen is back to the east and the doorway to the hall is to the north. Stewart is here.

> s
You move south.
The porch is deep and shadowy. Light from the street lamps cannot penetrate the trees in the yard and the overhang of the porch to reach the door. Standing still on the porch almost gives you a feeling of invisibility. The lights are out in the house but you see a flickering light, perhaps that of a television screen, against the curtains of the living room window to your left. The front door is here to the north and there is a small path to the northeast leading around the side of the house.

> s
You move south.
You are sitting in your car outside Stewart's house. You can move north to his front porch or drive to wherever you want to go.

> drive to susan's house
You pull up outside Susan's house. You are sitting in your car outside Susan's house. You can move north to her front porch or drive to wherever you want to go.

> n
You move north.
You are standing on the porch of Susan's house. It is a white two-story building with blue trim around the eaves and windows. The lawn is well manicured and the flowerbeds on either side of the porch well tended. Tulips seem to be the flower of choice. The predominantly red and yellow flowers are arranged in such a way that, while not symmetrical, is nonetheless pleasing to the eye. There is a wind chime hanging on one side of the porch and a welcome mat sitting in front of the large oak door to the north.

> n
You move north.
This is a comfortable room that seems to be arranged for conversation rather than action. There is a matching couch and loveseat as well a couple of chairs forming a rough U surrounding a coffee table and facing the front door. There are a couple of bookcases on one wall and what looks like a china cabinet on another. In the back corner of the room there are stairs leading up to the second floor and doors lead in all the cardinal compass directions. Susan is here.

> talk to susan
Susan looks at you expectantly as you walk in. You nod to her, "It's over. Stewart and Margaret are both dead."

She breathes a sigh of relief and says, "Thank God, and thank you Daniel" She rushes over to you and throws her arms around you. "I was so worried about you. I'm glad they're dead and I know it had to be done but I was still so worried. I know that we have only known each other for two days but . . ." She pauses as if reconsidering what she is about to say but then goes on, "but I think I've really come to care about you, maybe . . . maybe even love you" She looks up at you and immediately drops her eyes again as if she finds it hard to meet yours. "I know how that must sound and I know that if you feel anything at all about me it is probably just pity but I felt like I had to tell you that, just to make sure."

She looks back up at you and this time manages to keep her eyes locked on yours. The fear is back in her eyes and it is hard to read what she is afraid of. Rejection? Laughter? Or perhaps that you might actually feel the same way she does? She looks up at you and you look back for several seconds that feel like hours and all you can think of is how amazing it is that not only do you appear to have fallen in love with a woman you just met, but that she seems to feel the exact same way. You realize that too long has past and she is trembling a little taking your silence to mean that you don't feel the same way. You look into her eyes and at her lips that are mere inches from yours and smile.

> kiss susan
You lean down and press your lips against hers. The kiss is soft, chaste, pure, and yet you never remember another that stirred such passion in you. It lasts only a moment before you lean back and whisper, "I love you Susan."

There are tears in her eyes as she looks back at you, tears of relief, of gratitude, or joy. "I love you Daniel."

Having said that, you both seem to be at a loss for words and so, rather than talk she takes your hand and leads you toward the stairs. She leads you upstairs to her bedroom and over to the bed where she presses down on your shoulders until you are sitting on the end of the bed. She stands in front of you and, without a word, reaches up behind her neck and unzips her dress letting it slide to the ground. Then she reaches around her back, undoes her bra and slides it off. Finally, she hooks her fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulls them down to join the pile of clothes on the floor. She stands before you completely nude and you realize how embarrassed she must feel by the blush that is c