Chapter 23

Grabbing my hand he led me over to the forklift, he had me stand on one side of the forklift forks that were waist high. He placed my hands on the forks, I could feel the cool metal along my palms. He pushed me closer to the forks, so my stomach was also touching the metal, pushing down upon my back. He pushed his hard manhood against my butt teasing me running the tip along my skin. I spread my legs and leaned over slightly against the forks, he gripped my hips and I felt him slide his manhood between my thighs, teasing my swollen lips that were still wet with desire. He entered me spreading my lips with his hardness, gripping my hips I moaned in passion as he pushed deeper inside me. I could feel my swollen lips as he pounded his manhood within my moist womanhood, gripping my hips and pushing me against the metal forks as he pushed deeper and deeper into me. Slowing he pulled almost all the way out and thrust back in, and then did it again cause a craving for him deep within me. I wanted to feel his engorged hardness deep inside my womanhood, caressing me with his smooth hard shaft. He pressed deeper and deeper inside me with his manhood, pushing me into the metal forks harder and harder. He increased his speed but still making long deliberate strokes with his manhood within me. My arousal was continuing to build. I felt my muscles clamp around his hardness sending a flood of juices onto him. His body began to tremble, and his hands were slightly shaking my hips as he filled me with his own fluids, gushing hot into me.
He pulled out of me sliding his still hard penis up the crack of my butt, rubbing lightly against my anal hole teasingly. He slapped my butt playfully, and remarked, “Someday I am going to penetrate that. Ready to get going, I’m starving now,” he said with a laugh. I laughed and turned around wrapping my arms around his shoulders I kissed him on the lips. Deep passionate kisses letting him know that I missed him and that I had enjoyed this new game. I pulled away sighing and walking over to gather my various pieces of clothing he had strewn across the floor. Getting dressed I gazed at him, his tall lean muscled body with its rippling muscles that ran over his chest and stomach. His tanned skin with his handsome face, his rugged good looks, and his short brown hair with his piercing green eyes, all made for a wonderful combination. I loved the feel of his strong arms wrapped around my body, encircling me in a tender embrace. We walked out of the warehouse with his arm draped over my shoulders, holding me close to him. After dining at a local Greek restaurant, I headed home to relax in the tub and immediately went to bed.

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I heard a sharp knock on my front door as I was making breakfast in the kitchen. Who could that be? I thought to myself. I peeked out the window and saw a dark blue uniform.
Oh, it’s Aaron, I thought was I opened the door to see two police officers on my front steps.
“Vivienne Layley?” the officer asked.

“Yes sir, how can I help you?” I asked.

“Do you know a Julie and a John?” the officer asked.

“Yes, I am supposed to be meeting Julie at 9 AM at a coffee shop,” I said.

“Well, I don’t think that will be happening, we need you to come with us,” the officer said.

“What is this about?” I asked.

“The murder of John and Julia, you were the last person to see them both alive. We need to ask you some questions,” the officer said.

“Oh my God, you must be mistaken. Let me grab my purse,” I said.

“No, ma’am, the coroner thinks it was a homicide,” the officer said as he escorted me to the squad car.
“What about my car?” I asked.

“Oh, if need be, someone will bring you home,” the officer said as he opened the door to the back of the squad car.

I rode in the back of the squad car to the police station, my heart was pounding and tears were running down my face. I couldn’t believe Julia and John were gone. Who would want to murder those two innocent people? I couldn’t even fathom what the police thought I was going to be able to answer. But I would certainly try. I had only met them, and we had shared one incredibly passionate afternoon. But that was the extent of what I knew about the two of them. Who knows, maybe they were drug addicts or drug dealers? My heartbeat faster, maybe I had been cavorting with two drug dealers, or maybe they were thieves and stole from the wrong people.

Maybe the murderer had been watching the house when I went inside, I cringed, thinking to myself. I tried to remember everything from when we arrived at her house, we had gotten out of the car, and then I had caught a glimpse of a police car driving by.

We arrived at the police station and the officer opened the door, leading me inside the building. Walking down a long hallway there were rooms on either side, all the hallways were painted a shade of light gray. It was not a friendly environment, but most of the time the individuals being escorted down this hall were being questioned or being held under suspicion of some sort of crime I suspected.

He stopped in front of one of the doors and opened it. Inside was a small rectangular table and two chairs, one on either side. Bright yellow plastic chairs with metal legs. I sat in the one that the officer motioned too. The door opened and a second officer, a female came into the room. “Hello, I am Lieutenant Staples,” she said shaking my hand.

“I’m Vivienne Layley,” I said, shaking her hand.

“Sorry for the unfortunate circumstances, but we would just like to ask you some questions,” she said as she took the seat directly across from me.
The other officer left the room momentarily and returned with another plastic chair but this one was red. They reminded me of the chairs you see in schools around the art tables in the art rooms.

“We are going to record this interview,” she said, placing a recording device on the table.

“Okay,” I said, fiddling with my hands in my lap.

“Today is July 29, 2021, attendees present at the interview include interviewee Vivienne Layley, Officer Jacobs, and Lieutenant Staples,” she said.

“First, I would like to ask how do you know John and Julia Shephard?” she asked.

“Well, it is a little embarrassing, but I didn’t even know her last name or his,” I said as my cheeks flushed bright red.

“Okay, well if it is drugs or you were buying something from them, just be honest,” she said smiling to lighten the mood. Officer Jacobs sat stoically in the chair observing and not responding to anything.

“Well, let’s see, we met at the coffee shop over on 4th street yesterday, you know the new one, Moon Bean Coffee. I was just enjoying a cup of coffee and having a scone when this beautiful woman came up and asked if I would like to go somewhere with her. I had met her briefly a few days before at a party,” I said. “At the party we were not really introduced, I just bumped into her on the stairs,” I continued.

“So how did you end up at her house?” she asked.

“We left from the coffee shop in her car and she drove us there,” I said.

“Okay so how did you get to the coffee shop?” she asked.

“I drove to the coffee shop in my own car,” I said.

“So you left your car at the coffee shop and went with this woman to her house,” she said.

“Yes, basically,” I said.

“Okay, so why would you do that?” she asked.

“She said to me, I know what you have been longing for,” I said.

“And so you just followed her and went with her to her house,” she said.

“Yes, I know it was stupid knowing now that they were murdered. But at the time it was exciting , and I haven’t done anything exciting since my husband’s death,” I said.

“How long ago did your husband pass?”

“Six months ago,” I said looking down at the table. I continued to fidget with my fingers, intertwining them.

“And so what happened after you arrived at the house?” she asked.

“We went inside and had sex, a threesome,” I said as my cheeks flushed red.

“Oh okay,” she said taken off guard she recovered her composure quickly I saw. “Then, what happened after the sex?”

“I took a shower, and then the three of us had breakfast,” I said.

“Okay and then what?” she asked raising her eyebrows.

“Then Julia drove me back to the coffee shop and I went to my car,” I said, thinking back to heading to the department store after. “Oh yeah, and outside of Julia’s house and behind my car, there was a police car. When we arrived at Julia’s a cop car drove by slowly, but I couldn’t see who was in it, and then there was a cop car parked behind my car when we got back to the coffee shop,” I said.

Both of the officers exchanged a quick glance…