Free Insatiable by Ursula Dukes Page B

She'd been waiting for him to answer.
    Here goes nothing,  he thought to himself. "Well my first idea was to get you alone in my bedroom and let you have your way with me," he smirked and took his eyes off the road for a second, just to look at her.
    She was flattered. Here was this incredibly attractive man telling her that he wanted to take her to bed. "My god he's a mind reader," she thought to herself. Aurora wasn’t playing around. She hadn't been with a man since her husband and that was years ago. She had no interest in getting involved in a relationship, not right now anyway. She just wanted to have some good sex.
    "And what if I was thinking the same thing?" She said. He could tell by the tone of her voice that she was serious.
    His breath caught for a moment before he answered. "Then I'd say that if we're both thinking the same thing why waste any more time?" He smiled and tried hard to keep his eyes on the road.
    "Good then take me to your place," she grinned and placed her hand on his thigh.
    Ken Holmes sat alone in his living room watching the television. He was almost finished with the bottle of Jack Daniels and groaned as he got up to grab the other bottle. If his bitch Gloria were there he would have made her get it for him. But thanks to that no good bitch Aurora, Gloria had up and left him. Now he was forced to have to do everything by himself. Oh sure he could clean himself up and go out on the prowl for another Mrs. Holmes but that was too much work and besides, it would take too long to break in another bitch. He wanted his Gloria back, sure she'd been tough to tame at first but after her first beating she'd gotten accustomed to his ways, and soon she was greeting him at the door when he came home from work, just like a dog. Better even because Gloria gave him sex whenever he wanted and when she didn’t want to, he simply took it from her. But one day she told that she'd had enough and that she was leaving him. "Over your dead body," he'd told her. Well he wasn’t expecting what happened next. Gloria had picked up a cast iron skillet and clocked him over the head. She'd taken him by surprise and he hadn't had a chance to react. The last thing he remembered was Gloria raising the skillet a second time. By the time he'd come to, Gloria and her things were gone. "And who do I have to thank for it?" He shouted. "Fucking Aurora Collins!" He cursed and threw the empty bottle at the wall. An hour later Ken was passed out on the recliner and an infomercial played on the television. He didn’t notice that the volume had been increased and that a figure sat on the sofa watching him. He stirred and began mumbling something in his sleep. By the time the knife slid across his throat, it was too late. A gurgling sound escaped his wide open gullet and warm blood oozed from his neck onto the carpet. His assailant took a step back, returned the television to its normal volume and watched in wonderment as the life slowly drained from his body.
    Ronnie found himself sitting at JR's again; he was planning on getting hammered, anything that would numb the pain of his Mari up and leaving him. One of his buddies came over and sat down next to him. He could see that Ronnie was in agony and it was because he missed his wife. "Hey man is there anything I can do?" His buddy asked him.
    "Yeah, you can find out where the hell my wife is!" He shouted. The few patrons in the bar barely turned around at Ronnie's outburst. They were used to hearing him rant and rave about missing his wife and about how he'd fought in the war and now he had to come home every night to an empty house. "It's not fair," he told his friend. "I just want to know if she's alright. I want to make sure she's safe," he lied through his teeth.
    Ronnie's buddy Mark couldn’t stand to see his friend so upset. Day after day, night after night, Ronnie worried himself sick over his missing wife. The least he could do was try and help him locate her and he had a