‘You know the rules, no ball games inside. It’s a nice day out there so go in the garden and woe betide anyone who breaks a window now go, not you Tracy, I want a word.’

I was in a taxi on my way to my dinner date with Roger and I was, to say the least, a little nervous. No, let’s not lie about this, I was shit scared.

All Hallows Eve

By Susan Brown

Once again my thanks go to Kristina LS for knocking this into shape

>Part 1

The gun was still smoking slightly and was warm to the touch.

‘Ooh Derek, don’t keep us in suspenders, what shall we do to him?’

‘Don’t cry, Toni. You mustn’t be upset. We are going to have a great time, as long as you do as you are told. I’m into bondage and I can’t wait to tie you up. Leather and PVC is so nice, don’t you think?’

‘What’s up?’

‘Oh God, oh God, oh God!’

‘O hell, don’t go all religious on me. Tell me what’s wrong?’

I was a good salesman; well I think so, anyway. I had won the monthly best salesman award on no less than ten occasions in the last five years, so at least a few others must think so too.

WARNING

This story includes extreme violence. If you have any problems with this, I suggest that you do not read it.

I would like to thank Kristina L S for proof reading and editing for me.

The Deep and Dark Secret.

By Susan Brown

It was on Paddington Station in the heart of London that their eyes met across the crowded platform.

Susan’s heart missed a beat when she saw him glance at his watch and then look up at her. He smiled handsomely; his gleaming white teeth brightened her day and most of the platform.

She went wobbly at the knees. He was at least 6-foot tall, wide shouldered, about 29 years old, blond hair with liquid blue eyes. Testosterone appeared to be oozing from his body as he walked over to her and said, ‘Where have you been all my life.’