5PM by Chris Heinicke Read Free Book Online Page B

for the inconvenience.”
    “You should be sorry for the thinly veiled accusation. Good night, Officer,” Talissa closes the door, and as I’m just about to walk back to the dining room she grabs my arm. “You didn’t tell me about your taxi service this afternoon.”
    “I didn’t think it mattered. Emily had a crash and I saw her and couldn’t just drive past. She just needed to be dropped off at the gym. That’s all.”
    “Is she pretty?”
    “Talissa, this isn’t like you to be jealous. Yes, she is pretty, but she’s blonde.”
    She smiles. “And here I was getting all concerned about your late nights. Then when I hear you’re driving a female workmate around, I jumped to a scary conclusion, and my mind went to a dark place.”
    I put my arms around her and look into those beautiful cat-like eyes. “It’s okay, baby.” I still haven’t booked a place for dinner for our anniversary. “We should go away this weekend, just you and me. Drop the kids of at my folks place and go to the lake. We can do what we want, a bit of late night skinny dipping, a few drinks, just like we used to.”
    Her smile is wide. “You know I’d love to, but it’s getting a bit last minute to dump them at your parents place like this.”
    “I’ll call them after we put the kids to bed. You know they’d love to have them stay at the farm again.”
    “I love you, Terry.” She gives me a big kiss. “I’ll think about it.”
     
    * * * * * 
     
    The kids are in bed and Talissa and I are in the lounge room, cuddled up on the couch. I run my hand through her hair and she turns to face me, meeting my hungry mouth with her own. The lust in our kiss builds, and I can feel it heading towards a bursting point. Her hands soon find themselves inside my shirt. She’s wearing a long dress made of a very light fabric, and I run a hand up to the zipper at the back of it, and as I begin its downward journey… Matilda walks in and vomits all over the carpet at the entrance of the room.
    “Oh, great,” I say as our romantic plans are quashed for the night and a chunky pile of vomit is sitting on the carpet. Talissa comforts our little girl while I grab the carpet shampoo and paper towels and hold my breath. It takes a good fifteen minutes to clean the stain and the smell.
    I then walk into our daughter’s bedroom and both of my princesses are fast asleep huddled up together in the single bed normally only used by our five-year-old girl.
    I close the door and walk to the office to boot up the computer. I know I shouldn’t be logging onto the chat program, but I need to find something out. The chat program loads and I realise my avatar is naked with a big hard-on due to the activities he was engaged in last night. I dress him in a black leather jacket, white t-shirt, and jeans.
    A chat request pops up immediately from none other than BluesGirl88. I accept, and I remember she had asked me to buy a scene to take her to.
    “I’m sorry. I haven’t had time to buy anything yet, but it’s been a crazy day, and I’ve only just switched on the computer,” I type.
    Her avatar finally loads, and she’s in a police uniform of a naughty type with a super short skirt and a tank top police-type shirt. “About time you showed up. Do you like this?” she types.
    “This is getting all weird. I now work with a blonde who looked just like you did last night, and then tonight I’ve been harassed by a blonde cop, and here you are tonight dressed up like lady horny slut officer.”
    “Are you serious? Was I nice to you in real life?” Her avatar is laughing hysterically.
    “So your name isn’t really Emily Philips, is it?”
    “You don’t need to know my real name. You just need to know I’m in charge of this thing we have and you will do as I say or else there will be trouble. Now go buy me a new scene.”
    “I’m tired and my daughter is sick. Can’t we just play at your mansion?”
    Her avatar punches mine in the nose. “Daughter?