Written by Dasha
Ballard came into the bar in all her good-girl glory, sat down beside
Stivers, and immediately proceeded to fidget with her scarf. Soon, the
dullness of Ballard’s voice and the topic of her chit-chat made Stivers feel
very sleepy, and yet she continued to nod politely and throw a line or two
in a response-like way.
Teri’s mind wondered and then, suddenly, stopped. Curiously her thoughts
began spinning around a faded memory of her dream. After a few moments
detective instincts reconstructed her Sandman adventure, and she remembered.
She got a phone call. It was very late at night.
“Hello. Who is this?”
A few more variations on hello arrived. She was about to hang up. Whoever it
was, it was drunk.
“It’s Mike. Kellerman? You know, the guy who almost cost you your badge?”
She felt nauseated, angry; and, yet, filled with patience.
“I just called to say I’m sorry. Hey, that sounds like that song, you know”
Bad demonstration of the song followed.
“Allright. That’s about it. …oh, wait..”
Another voice whispered in the background. Stivers was ready to hang up
“ Oh, and Teri. You are invited to my BBQ tomorrow. You know, an official
make-up dinner. Let’s say 8pm. Okay?”
“I don’t think I can, Mike. Maybe some other time”
“I can’t take no for an answer”
Next thing she knew, she was on his boat, drinking and feeling extremely
pleased. Someone was cooking behind her. She heard his voice.
“Meldrick? What are you doing here?”
“Hello to you to, Te-ri.”
He proceeded with an enjoyable chuckle.
“Did you think you can have Mi-key all to yourself?”
“I just came here for the barbecue…”
She stopped, because she realized that Kellerman was tracing the inside of
her thigh with his tongue. Only then, she realized that she was completely
naked. Her blood began to pulsate madly as she leaned over to kiss Meldrick.
He kissed her, but then gently pushed her away. She was puzzled for only a
moment, because Mike was soon to explain.
“He wants to watch us. Don’t worry, Teri. He won’t be able to resist”
Kellerman’s wicked condescending laugh was followed by immense anount of
pleasure around her belly and then proceeded lower. Mike was right. Meldrick
joined in. Everything blurred together: hot lips, motion, moans, groans,
steam, sweat…They were moving together to some strange rhythm of lust and
sin. Mike in her, Meldrick in him, Meldrick in her, Mike in him. It seemed
that that the way they were making up was limit-free. The last thing she
remembered was Meldrick whispering in her ear.
“You and Mi-key should fight more often. Heh, Teri? Teri?
Meldrick was slightly shaking her shoulder, as she slowly came to realize
that Ballard was long gone.