The Case of the Choirboy Killer: A Mark Julian, Vampire P.I. Mystery (Mark Julian, Vampire P.I. Mysteries) by L.G. Fabbo-Gonnella

Author:L.G. Fabbo-Gonnella [Fabbo-Gonnella, L.G.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ai Press
Published: 2014-06-23T00:00:00+00:00

Jaime Recounts

They stopped first at Vinnie’s place so the detective could clean up and change. As Vinnie took a shower Mark gazed around the place Vinnie called his home. It was nice, Mark thought. The dwelling was comfortably furnished with numerous family photos of Vinnie with his family. There was even one of Vinnie with a young woman that Mark assumed was the fiancé the detective had mentioned earlier in the day. As the vampire stared at the pictures, he thought of his own family over of two millennia ago. He’d have liked to have a portrait of Julia. In those days, one’s likenesses were chiseled into marble bust, but Augustus, with Livia’s behind the scenes persuasiveness, had ruled that it would be unseemly for his family to be so commemorated. Of course, when it came to him, all bets were off, and a range of statues of the Divine Augustus in his many various ceremonial costumes could now be found in quite a number of museum collections. Livia, too, managed to get herself chiseled into quite a few statues despite Augustus’s decree. “The bitch,” Mark muttered as Vinnie came into the room, his head and face buried in a towel, drying off his hair while otherwise completely naked.

“What was that?” he mumbled with his head hidden under the towel. “Didn’t catch it.”

Mark took in the sight of Vinnie’s well-built, muscular body. Vinnie carried more mass than Mark’s leaner frame, but that was to be expected with his greater height. Yet he was not, like some heavily muscled gym rats, just a stack of over-bloated muscles. In fact, his body was well-proportioned. His torso was, Mark knew, exactly the type of nude body the Greeks would approve as a model for their statues. “Well,” he rethought as he examined the area below Vinnie’s waist, “not quite totally approve.”

Unlike classical statues, where sizes in that respect were discreet and rather uninspiring, Vinnie’s was nicely endowed. The narrow trail of dark hairs rising from his crotch area upward to branch out and fully flower across his defined chest made Mark’s throat tighten, particularly when he took in the growing bluish bruises by Vinnie’s heart. The injured skin area clearly indicated where he and the killer had struck the detective. “Damn,” he uttered so softy Vinnie never heard it.

“Sorry what?” Vinnie repeated as he brought the towel off his head and glanced over at Mark. He instantly saw his own nakedness in Mark’s eyes and he blushed while using the towel to cover his genitals. “We should…see Jaime…just going to change,” he stuttered before continuing. “Yeah, change…then see…ah…Jaime.” As he turned to go, his round beefy rear quarters came into view.

“Hard, round and dimpled,” Mark said as he grinned, watching those strong legs take Vinnie out of his line of sight. “Could have laid odds on him having a hot ass.” He quietly laughed, recalling a pop star that insisted during an interview that, when he chose his partners, the thing he sought was making sure they possessed ample “junk in their trunk”.

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