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First published May 3, 2022
Terri circled in a wobble-wobble walk through the clackety-clack and failed to blot out what she'd done the night before.
SWAT Sgt. Michael Carlisle watched his team in the Crew Car pack up and square away. Knew trooper Alice Noah kept her eyes on the screen showing that black cube in the Baggage Car.
He'd after-breakfast walked through there, and something—one of those sixth sense somethings good sergeants get—something made him wonder.
He stood as still as the wobble-wobble allowed. Let his eyes patrol the Baggage Car's clackety-clacking, oil-dust smelling, secured confinement.
Proud nipples like top hats. Like eyes staring into his soul.
Slap slap slap of flesh on flesh, clackety-clack of wheels on steel.
Fire grabbed-released them Yes!
They slumped into their embrace.
Clackety-clack. Clackety-clack.
Then, oh then, they stretched and curled and cuddled. Him on his back. Her cheek pressed over his heaving chest as they filled his narrow bed.
Ross had to ask: "Did you hear something?"
”Besides my heart exploding?" She raised her face to look at him, bent it to kiss his calming chest. "What more was there to hear?"
Her hand shot up to block his response.
"My heart," she explained, "was just, you know, passion."
”Just sex."
"Yes. That's what it was. Just sex."
"And you're OK now? Your heart?"
"Ba-boomp. Ba-boomp."
"That's good, because it sucks when there's a dead girl in your cabin."