Richard started walking then stopped. He turned back and watched the man. What the hell was the guy going to do? Could he possibly be playing a ruse? Maybe the woman and this man were trying to trick him.



The traffic flowed normally in the streets, still the jerk didn't move. With shoulders slumped the other man dropped to a bench and held his face in his hands.



Maybe this wasn't a ruse. It was the real thing. Delanie had run off leaving this jerk behind.



A woman getting out of a cab caught his eyes. She was blond but painfully thin. He moved closer, trying to catch a glimpse of her. She reminded him of someone. He couldn't place the girl. Her face had wrinkles and her skin looked like crap.



He turned away and moved ten steps before he whipped around, searching for the skinny bitch from the cab. Holy shit. It couldn't be. The woman he'd left for dead in the middle of the ocean couldn't have survived, but she had.



That couldn't be anyone else other than her. He staggered over to the shade-covered walkway and leaned against a building. She disappeared into the police station. Fuck, she knew what he looked like.



He closed his eyes, remembering how soft she felt in the beginning. Her supple arms and ample breasts had pleased him greatly. Now she looked like shit.



He blinked, wondering if she had spotted him. What would she do? He could take her again. It wouldn't be hard. Well, it might not be too hard.



Richard headed back to the bar across from the police station then chanced his mind. He could watch just as well from the street. No one cared what he was doing. No one had questioned him. The police had no idea he was near.



A local paper provided cover for him to watch without looking like he was watching. After a few minutes the futility of sticking around started to weigh heavy on his mind. What the hell was he doing?



Delanie waited for him, he'd already done all he could to the other woman. The dried up old bitch wouldn't be much danger. Could she be of any value to him alive? He tried as hard as he might to figure out a use but he couldn't come up with anything.



He'd had a great time with the girl, but now she disgusted him. Her body looked ragged, not at all like the woman who had attracted him a month ago.



Memories of their time together flooded his thoughts. They'd been beautiful together. Her body tied up so he could teach her how to respond the way he liked and her mouth held open with the ring were his favorite memories.



"Excuse me, are you okay sir."



Richard jumped, a little freaked out that someone had stopped to talk to him. He folded the paper and moved away from the guy. "Fine, fine," he muttered, trying to ignore the stares of the people he saw on the street.



His pants were tented over his rock solid hard-on. He needed a bitch to bend over and let him take charge. He needed Delanie. But the memories of time spent with the other woman had ignited his fire. She'd been special. More than special. Damn, why couldn't these women last longer than a few days or weeks at the most? They weren't resilient.



Fuck, he needed a woman and he needed a woman now. If the bitch came out of the station now he would do her, but what did that mean for Delanie?

Copyright Sara Thacker 2011