Rhyme for Reason by Trevor Dalton

Author:Trevor Dalton
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Serial Killer, Detective, Chiller, The Poet, Abused becomes abuser, Murder, Whodunit
ISBN: 9781783337514
Publisher: Andrews UK Limited 2014
Published: 2014-05-07T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Three

Roy was waiting to interview Dianne Bass the next morning. It was just a short hop from his house in Llantwit Major to the house she was sharing with her new boyfriend in St Athan. Roy would have preferred to wait at the station, but at the last minute he said he would collect her.

The boyfriend had gone to work, and Dianne was waiting for Roy in the house. She was wearing a button-through dress, but her carefully made-up face was slightly overdone for Roy. Nevertheless, the end result belied her years. She looked to be in her early thirties. She had an excellent figure, a fact that Roy couldn’t help but notice the night before.

She smiled when she saw him. The buttons on the dress were not correctly closed. It wasn’t that they were actually open; more that they were just not completely buttoned through. The top of the dress again showed just a little too much cleavage, and the buttons at the bottom seemed to be open almost to her navel.

Before he could speak, she asked, “Can you see my garter belt through this dress? I have some stay-up stockings I can change into but I much prefer the real thing. What do you think?”

Then she pulled the dress against her hips to show the outline of a suspender popper and, to emphasise the real thing, swept the dress to the side. The split parted and a large area of nylon-clad leg became visible. She held the dress tantalisingly to reveal the giggle gap, and it was very obvious that she had dispensed with her underwear.

Roy was speechless and also visibly affected.

Dianne laughed. It was guttural and deep. “Come in, big boy, and we can finish what we were about to start yesterday.”

“I’ll wait in the car, Mrs Bass. Perhaps you’d be good enough to dress a little more conservatively, and I’ll take you to the station.”

“Oh, I get it. You’re one of Billy’s bum chums. What do the Yanks call it? A fudge packer? You certainly showed a bit of interest last night and, judging from the look of your trews, you’re more than interested today. Maybe you just need a good seeing to to set your mind straight?” She stepped back into the hallway and lifted her dress. The split opened again and left nothing to the imagination.

“See anything you fancy?” she asked brazenly.

“See you in the car, Mrs Bass. Please don’t keep the governor waiting.” Roy turned on his heel and walked back to his car. He sat in the seat and lit a cheroot. He needed it. He felt proud of the fact that he had resisted. She had all but taken his dick, shaken it, and then emptied it and his balls simultaneously. But he had resisted. He thought of Sonia, he thought of the pleasure she gave, of their relationship and of the feelings he had discovered with her.

He took a deep drag on the cheroot. It tasted wonderful. He replayed the moment in the doorway and in the passageway again in his mind.

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